#Like there's such a huge chance you'll miss out a post you want to see if you're not online all the time.

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I'm down for that!

I'm thinking I just *might* try and create a Connverse art week for this upcoming March since I haven't seen anybody run one for quite a few years now. I'm currently trying to gauge interest, though. Would that be something y'all would participate in?

I'd likely schedule it from March 16th to the 22nd, since that's the week I personally have spring vacation. I'd create a side blog for the event where I'd formally announce it, reblog people's creations for it, and all that jazz. I'd also participate in the week myself; I'd release a Connverse short every day over the week.

Btw, if I seem like a random person to be thinking of doing this, I've ran multiple art contests over on my much, much bigger Instagram account over the years lmao. I'd also be announcing/running the event on my account over there.

[monimccoythings]

Till We Meet Again

Sequel to The way we were. I want it to turn it into a brief saga I'm just trying to figure out what I want to do. These are just some silly drabbles.

I just love one Logan trope and I swear you'll see it on almost every fic I post.

Word Count: 1131

Tags: implied alcoholism, f!reader, swearing.

Part 1

It took him several days before he mustered the courage to sneak inside Wade's bedroom. Fucker wouldn't waste a chance to invite him in, he'd be overjoyed if he found out he had been snooping around.

Honestly, Wade's room was as insane as its owner, posters and figurines of colorful ponies and cartoons decorated the walls and shelves. How could a grown ass man have a room like that was something he would never understand. The cherry on top would be the Disney sheets that he wouldn't even dare to touch with a ten foot pole. He could already smell what happened in there. It made him gag.

But he had to do it.

He needed to.

Over the course of those days he had gathered as much information as he could about the you of this world. Just to mentally prepare himself about what was coming.

Turns out you had been that universe's Logan's wife, and had perished in his arms while protecting him and Laura. No wonder she never talked about you. It was hard enough for him to even think about it, despite not knowing personally this other you.

Cold sweat formed on his skin at the thought of his version of you having shared the fate of this Y/N back in his universe. Would he be able to live with it. Would he spiral into another rampage of serial killing, self depreciation and alcoholism?

He looked at the pack of beers on the counter, his mouth felt dry. Maybe taking one would keep those thoughts away from his mind. Just numb him enough to think clearly. Alcohol had always been there for him in his darkest moments. The only constant in his life.

A flash of your tear-streaked face as his claws pressed against your neck crossed his mind.

He shook his head.

No.

'Stop trying to drown your problems with alcohol and fucking man up!'

One single look at the wedding band in his hand told him everything he needed to know to make a decision.

He touched the screen of that watchamacallit Wade had stolen.

Just one peek.

One peek and he would be satisfied.

Liar

When he stepped through that portal, he felt like a city boy that after being away for years finally returned back to his hometown. Everything was different, despite having been in that universe his entire life he found himself not having missed it at all.

Now, the only thing that tied him to that place was you.

He cursed loudly. It had been ten years since he had seen you. There was no way to know if you were still living in the same place, or the same city. Hell, he didn't even know if you had swapped jobs.

Fucking great, all this stress for nothing. He felt like an idiot. All of this had been a huge mistake. He should just-

A sudden memory came to him. There was this little shop, not very far away from where he had landed, you always loved to spend your free time there, and drag him along if you could. How much he had hated it back then, now he wished he could just spend one more Sunday morning there with you.

If he could get a whiff of your scent, maybe he could track you down and take a look.

He's just checking, he reminds himself. To make sure you are having a good life.

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It didn't take him long to find it. It was faint, but it was still there.

His nose led him to a neighborhood in the deepest part of the Bronx. His brow furrowed in disgust, he didn't like that place at all; it smelled like burnt meat and bodily fluids. How could you live in a place like this? It made the dump he was sharing with Wade and Althea look like fucking Buckingham Palace in comparison.

You shouldn't be living there.

You were not made for a place like that.

He could- he could what? He tried to stop that train of thought, he really did. He wasn't allowed to think like that. Not anymore.

He could give you so much more.

He stops in front of what he assumes it's your building, nose crinkling in a sneer. He never had been one for fancy places, but goddamn it, you were way better set off when you two were together. One one corner you had piles of trash that overloaded the dumpster, and in the other you had some junkie recovering from his last trip. Charming.

*thump thump* *thump thump*

His head snapped up. He could hear your heartbeat coming down the stairs. He always joked that he could find you in a crowd just by your heartbeat. All the bravery he had gathered suddenly left him. He couldn't meet you face to face. It was for the best. Just looking from the alleyway would suffice.

Another beating joined yours, hopefully a neighbor. Becuase Logan didn't think he could handle as gracefully as he should seeing you with a new partner. Not without drawing blood.

His breath caught on his throat when you finally emerged from the building.

There you were, time had been nothing but kind to you. Besides some little wrinkles around your eyes and few grey hairs, you still remained as youthful as the day he had pushed you away. Your hair was shorter, and you seemed to have put on a bit more weight, which, honestly, looked great on you. His mouth watered when he saw the considerably fuller breasts pushing against the top of your nurse uniform.

Fuck you looked ravishing.

His hands twitched, wanting to run them all over your newfound curves.

It took every single amount of his willpower to refrain himself from lunging and taking you right there and there. He licked his lips in anticipation. His inner animal getting ready for the chase.

You looked at him and that had the same effect as a bucket of cold water. The smile on your face vanished, leaving only an unsure expression in its place. You took a step back using your arm to protectively shield whoever was behind you.

As much as he tried to understand your completely reasonable reaction, he couldn't deny how much it hurt his feelings watching you pale with dread at the sight of him.

Unconsciously, he took a step forwards. His heart breaking when he saw you take another step back. The animal in him was seething with rage and hurt at your rejection and he had serious doubt he could do anything to calm it down.

There would be no time to dwell on that, because after that he saw who was hidden behind you.

It was a child.

[ashcal99]

Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale II

Chapter Two

"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"

Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn, blink and you'll miss it mention of eating disorder

Words: 5.1k

A/N: Please lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list. Sorry for the delay in posting, I just got back from vacation, so I'm hoping to get back to normal posting soon. THX x

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January 25th, 2005

Jasper had stood there for a moment, mind cluttered with thoughts as he tried to make sense of what he had just seen. He had been there completely by chance. Everything had happened so quickly yet almost in slow motion. He had heard the van speeding down the road. Had seen Alice’s face as the vision had played throughout her mind. Had heard Edward yell out in anguish as he saw what Alice had seen as she was seeing it. Next thing he knew, they were in the hospital, trying to warn Carlisle of what had happened. 

In truth, he was a bit angry with Edward. Not as much as Rosalie, but still angry non the less. He understood that it would’ve been bad for everyone in that situation if the van would’ve crushed her. The blood itself would’ve been a huge issue for himself. But Edward saved her and in turn had exposed them all to the girl. In the end, he hoped Edward wouldn’t come to regret his actions. He hoped that they wouldn’t have to give up this life that they had built for themselves in Forks prematurely.

The whole group had been caught up in hushed conversation with Carlisle that he hadn’t even noticed her until the door had shut behind her. Then, all of a sudden, she was there, standing just outside of Carlisle’s office, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Anxiety radiated from her as she quickly turned, averting her gaze and walked down the hall away from the group. Clearly he had seen something that she hadn’t wanted him to, but what, he wasn’t sure. 

He had a clue of what it could be, but he needed to make sure before he jumped to any conclusions. He needed to talk to Edward, but he knew he would have to wait. He also would have to leave the hospital soon. His concentration was beginning to waver, and as much as he tried to stay as far away from the patient rooms, he could still smell the fresh blood. Alice could see this in his face, so she grabbed his hand and drug his stiff body back out into the parking lot, deciding that the rest of the family would have to find their own way home.

Alice sat in the driver’s seat weaving and winding down the long road that lead to their home. “Are you going to stay silent the whole ride?” She asked, trying the break the tension. 

Jasper let out a huff of air. “Do you know?” He asked, referring to the situation with Camila. It was eating him alive, not knowing. He hadn’t been so stressed in years, and the possibilities running through his mind were burning their way through his brain.

She nodded hesitantly. “I’ve seen it. After she came out of Carlisle’s office I had a vision of it.” She said. 

He looked out of his window to the trees rushing past. He knew from the look on Alice’s face that he was right in his suspicions, and his heart ached with this realization. “She’s sick.” He said simply. Not a question, but a statement. It made sense. This was why she was in Carlisle’s office. That alone meant that it was bad. Most likely terminal.

Alice let out a heavy sigh, knowing that it would be of little use to hide the rest from him now “Leukemia.” She stated simply. It hurt her to see her brother in pain, but this pain was inevitable. She had seen everything play out, and there was no going back now.

The word had stabbed him right in the heart. Suddenly, every little detail made sense. The scent of her blood, the bruises on her arms, her confusing emotions. His head fell into his hands. “Fuck.” He said, mind reeling. Sure, he barely knew the girl, but knowing she was dying hurt, and he was vaguely aware that it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did.

Yes, he knew that she was only human, and even if she wanted to be friends, in the end she would leave and he would be left alone. But knowing she was dying was like he had been shot in the chest. He knew that there was no physical aliment that was causing it, but the pain in his heart felt so real in that moment.

He knew it would do little to help knowing, but he had to ask. “How long?” He murmured.

“Less than a year.” She answered stiffly, trying her best not to be too specific, not wanting to upset him further. “But that could change.” She said quickly. He looked up at her, hurt crossing his features. He knew that she didn’t mean it in a hurtful way, but he couldn’t bring himself to think of that future. He couldn’t hope for that. “I’ve seen that too. You loving her. Her loving you. It could work out, you know.” She reasoned.

Jasper scoffed frustratedly. The vampire next to him was his best friend. He would’ve thought that she would’ve known him better than that. “Alice. I’m not going to single handedly doom her to eternal damnation.” He said. It hurt immensely to think about that. To think about a future with her. He selfishly wanted that future, but he also knew that it wasn’t the easy way out for Camila. 

It would complicate everything for her, and he didn’t know if she would willingly make that gamble. She would lose her friends. Her family. Not only this, but she would have to live through knowing that they would mourn her death. Because that would be the only way. To let everyone think that she had died. So he shut that thought down, pushing that small glimpse of hope out of him mind.

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January 26th, 2005

Camila was thankful that Jasper had left by the time she had finished in the bathroom, relieved to avoid him for just a bit, to be able to figure out what she was going to tell him. In truth, she hadn’t come up with any excuses, and deep down she knew that she would end up begging him to keep her secret to himself by the end of it. 

Nerves settled in her chest as her mother’s mini van pulled up to the front of the school. Deep breaths. It would all be okay. She stepped out of the vehicle, sucking in a breath of cold air. As she made her way to the building, carefully avoiding the sheets of ice on the ground, all of a sudden, she felt a cold hand on the small of her back. Her feet slipped out from underneath her as the hand caught her mid fall.

She looked up, seeing the face of the one person she had been actively trying to avoid. Of course, just her luck. “Jesus. You scared me.” She said breathlessly.

Jasper looked at her, a playful smirk adorning his face. “Actually, my name is Jasper, darlin’.” He joked. There was that damn name again. That deep southern drawl that sent heat straight to her cheeks. 

Despite his joking, he was in a very serious mood. He was determined to have this conversation, not wanting to delay it any further. He had thought about it all night, and didn’t want to wait any longer. “Do you want to skip with me today?” He asked.

Camila looked over to him, anxious, but knowing that it was best to get this conversation over with and out of the way. She nodded lightly, allowing him to lead her back to his own car. 

They drove in silence, Camila looking out of the passenger window at the greenery blurring past. He had promised to go and buy her breakfast, wanting to ease her anxiety as much as he could. So they weaved their way through the small town to the only diner open at that time.

The tension was thick in the air between them as the car pulled in front of the small cafe. The anxiety radiating from her was beginning to put Jasper on edge as well, so as soon as the car was in park, he jumped out, rushing to her side to open the door for her. Silently, they made their way into the restaurant, sitting in at a small table in a far corner in attempts to find some sense of privacy.

They sat there for a moment, quiet, Camila fidgeting with her rings to distract herself. Jasper’s mind whirled with thoughts. He had so much time to think about what he would say to her, but now that she was sat there in front of him, he was lost for words. He didn’t know where to begin, so he decided to jump straight to the point. “So…” He trailed off awkwardly, Camila’s eyes refusing to meet his own. “You’re sick.” 

Camila finally looked up at him, her face void of any emotions. He had said it as a statement, not a question. She didn’t know if it was better of worse, him knowing already, but either way, he had figured it out and this was what she would be left to deal with. “It’s pretty pathetic. I couldn’t even keep that a secret for a week.” She said scoffing, looking down at her hands once again

Jasper’s eyebrows threaded together in confusion. “Why exactly did you want to keep that a secret?” He asked, trying to not be rude, but curiosity winning the fight.

Sadness began to spread from where she was seated, however, the blank expression remained. “People change when they know you’re dying.” She said simply, tears beginning to well in her eyes. “I’m sick of the sympathy, because that’s all they’ll give me.” She said, her eyes dropping back to the pealing lamination of the cafe’s menu. 

“I just want a normal life. Nothing spectacular, just normal, but that clearly isn’t in the cards for me anymore. Given the lack of longevity of my life, why would I want to spend the small remainder of it smothered by the pity of others? That’s far from normal, it’s fucking suffocating.” She rambled sniffling slightly as she shook the thoughts from her head. 

She refused to cry in front of him. She didn’t want to cry anymore. “Sorry.” She muttered, knowing it wasn’t fair to pour all of that out to him. But he had asked, so it was okay, right?

He sat there for a moment, debating whether or not he should manipulate her emotions. He hated the sight of her upset. He hated feeling the pain that she was feeling. Knowing how things that other people had put her through had left her hurting so bad. “Well, your secret is safe with me… and my family I guess.”  He said.

She looked over to him, not convinced of his words. “I promise, okay?…Look, we have our own secrets and we know first hand how important is to keep them.” He reassured. He knew it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to elude to their supernatural tendencies, but he really didn’t care anymore. If she found out, she found out. It made it that much easier to give her the option to live later on. If you could even call it living. 

Camila didn’t care to focus on what their secret could possibly be in that moment. She only cared about his promise and the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks.” She muttered softly, looking deep into his amber eyes. 

Jasper smiled gently. “It was never my secret to tell, Darlin’.” He said.

She let out a groan, burring her face in her hands as heat began to creep up her neck. “You and that damn word.” She chided.

He laughed lightly. “What? You don’t like it?” He asked teasingly, knowing from looking at her bright red cheeks that she did in fact like it. He had been so distracted from her reaction to his words that he hadn’t even noticed the waitress that was walking over to their table until she was only a few steps away.  He looked up, giving a small smile to the woman before turning his attention back to the blushing girl in front of him. 

The woman cleared her throat. “What can I get for you two?” She asked politely, as the burn in his throat intensified from her close proximity.

Vaguely, he was aware of Camila speaking, giving her order to the woman. His focus was weaning as he tried to concentrate on controlling his thirst. Only when Camila called his name did he shake away his thoughts. “Sorry, what?” He asked.

“What can I get you, sweetie?” The woman asked lightly. 

Jasper gulped, thinking things through quickly. Did he want to even try to put up a front of portraying a human? Alice’s words rang through his head. ‘Less than a year.’ She had said.And he decided, fuck it. He would be his most authentic self, and she would find out in her own time. “Nothing for me, thanks.” He answered politely.

His eyes landed back on Camila as the waitress let them know that she would put in her order, her footsteps slowly fading away. “You’re not getting anything?” Camila asked expectantly, feeling a bit awkward that she would be the only one eating. 

He smiled at her, biting back the urge to tell her his normal lies. “I don’t really eat.” He said, his eyes meeting hers.

She nodded slowly, she of course understood. After being diagnosed she had lost the majority of her appetite, not looking forward to the nausea that would follow after a large meal. However, the look of mischief in his eyes said more. Like she was missing the point of his words. Like there was some kind of inside joke and she found herself sinking deeper and deeper into his eyes. Then it hit her. “Your eyes.” She said suddenly. “They’re really dark. They were almost gold before.” 

He clenched his jaw slightly, pushing himself to not look away from her. The waitress’ blood had no doubt caused his eyes to darken in hunger, and he hoped it wouldn’t scare her away. But still, he pushed on, knowing that the more truth that he offered her the faster she would piece the puzzle together. The more time they would have together. No hiding. “They do that.” He stated. 

Camila sent him a small smile. Yet again there was that little voice in the back of her head, telling her that there was something more to his words. But she wouldn’t question it. Not today. Not when she was too busy being relieved that he had promised to keep her secret. “Thanks for the food.” She said, smile still lingering on her lips.

Jasper couldn’t help but beam back at her, only hoping that the sight of his teeth wouldn’t scare her away like he knew that they should. “Of course, Darlin'. Need to make sure you’re fed.” He said, smirking slightly as he heard the sputtering of her heart at that ‘damn word’ again. Yeah she definitely liked it. “And I thought it may help with the mental distress of this whole conversation.” He admitted.

She bit her lip bashfully at his words. Here she was thinking that was so skilled at hiding her emotions when apparently she had been wearing them on her sleeve the entire time. “So it was that obvious, huh?”

He snickered lightly. “The crippling anxiety? Yeah. I guess I’m just good at reading people, you could say.” He smirked, looking down from her eyes momentarily as he shifted slightly in his seat. It was going to take some getting used to, being so open about himself around a human when he was used to being closed off completely.

“Like an empath.”

His eyes shot back up to her as his mind reeled at her words. He wasn’t sure if she was serious or joking, but either way, he knew it was okay. The end goal was for her to know, so there was no use in panicking at what she had said. He swallowed thickly, pushing a smile back on his face. “Yeah… exactly like that.” 

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Unfortunately, as much as she wished that she could spend the whole day alone with Jasper, Camila knew that they would have to return to the school as they would be taking a biology field trip during the second half of the day. After a few hours of hogging the small table all to themselves, laughing, smiling, and just overall enjoying each other’s company, they knew it was time to leave, so they reluctantly returned to the car. 

She hadn’t exactly realized how long they had been gone until they pulled into the school parking lot, seeing the two school busses already parked in front. Students swarmed the busses as they murmured excitedly. Not for the field trip itself, but for the opportunity to miss the rest of their classes for the day. Parking, Camila quickly stepped out of the vehicle, trying to ignore the stares of others around them as they realized the two had been together off campus just minutes before.

Jasper fell in stride by her side as they joined the rest of the group. “Make sure I get your permission slips.” Mr Molina yelled over the crowd of students, ushering them onto the buses. Glancing over and seeing Alice watching expectantly, Jasper lead Camila over to her, knowing that she had expected him to introduce her officially to the human.

“Camila, this is my sister. She wanted to meet you officially.” He said, slightly agitated that his time alone with her had come to an end. 

Alice smiled brightly at the girl. “Hi, I’m Alice.” She said cheerfully as she pulled the girl in for a hug. Camila tried to hold back her shock as she slowly lifted her arms to reciprocate her hug. She wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact the hug was actually quite nice, but still a bit unexpected. To Camila’s surprise, the girls skin held no warmth, the coolness contracting nicely with her feverish body.

Jasper rolled his eyes at his adopted sister. “Alice.” He chided, slightly annoyed the display in front of him. He knew he had nothing to worry about when it came to Alice, but it still made him oddly jealous. “You’re going to smother her.” He mumbled irritatedly. He of course knew what Alice was doing. She had no doubt seen what he had been not so subtly trying to hint at and this hug was her way of helping him. Showing off the lack of warmth in her touch would be just another clue to the puzzle.

The immortal girl pulled away from the embrace finally, blinding smile still present. “Don’t worry Jazz, I can already see we’re going to be great friends.” She said cheerfully. “Now I’m going to go grab a seat by Edward, I’ll see you two there.” She said sending the two a wink before rushing off onto the bus.

Jasper sighed, turning to face the frail girl next to him. “Sorry about her she gets a bit… excited.” He said.

“It’s okay, she’s cute.” Camila said, snickering lightly. She really didn’t mind, even if the whole situation still weirded her out a bit. Alice was clearly a very sweet and genuine person, and if she was willing to be her friend, even knowing that Camila would die sooner rather than later, she would gladly grasp at that opportunity. 

She had plenty of friends in the past leave her because of her illness. The happiness had been sucked out of their friendships, the only thing the were able to focus on being her cancer. They treated her as if she couldn’t enjoy what little bit of her life she had left just because she knew it was ending. She didn’t want the constant sympathy anymore, the constant sadness and if Alice was willing to put herself in that situation knowingly, she could tell that they would become great friends. 

Jasper smiled, feeling her happiness and comfort. He was glad to see that she hadn’t become overwhelmed, although he should’ve known better than to doubt Alice. He should’ve known that she would say the exact right words. She always did. The smile didn’t waver from his face as he lead Camila onto the bus.  

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January 28th, 2005

The end of Camila’s first week had finally arrived. Exhaustion began to set in, luck being in store as lunch had finally arrived. Camila sat there at her usual table, trying to muster the strength and appetite to eat her food that was beginning to grow cold. Twirling the thin strands of pasta around her fork, she brought the bite to mouth and began to chew the unsavory food. Grimacing slightly, she resisted the urge to spit the mushed up pasta out. She needed the nutrients, she knew this, but that didn’t make it any easier to actually eat the food. 

Looking up from her tray, her eyes connected with Jasper’s. He gave her a small wave, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. The two hadn’t talked much since the impromptu cafe trip a few days previous, having been busy with their classes. She had seen him in calculus, as usual, but of course as always, by the end of the school day she was worn out and just ready for sleep. 

“Camila?” A voice said, abruptly breaking her gaze away from those Amber eyes. She looked to the owner expectantly, waiting for them to continue. “La Push, baby. You in?” Eric asked.

Her eyebrows quirked in question, not at all understanding what he was getting at. She looked over to Bella wondering if she understood. She looked just as confused. “Should I know what that means?” Bella asked Camila.

She laughed lightly, glad to see that she wasn’t the only one confused. “Your guess is as good as mine.” She answered, looking back to the boy for an explanation. 

“La Push beach, down on the Quileute rez. We’re all going tomorrow afternoon. Big swell coming in.” Mike explained. 

Eric beamed a bright smile. “And I don’t just surf the internet.” He joked lamely. Camila snickered, shaking her head in shame at the joke. 

Jessica scoffed. “Eric, you stood up once. On a foam board.” She clarified, rolling her eyes. 

“There’s whale watching, too. Come with.” Angela said, trying to convince the two girls to accompany the group on their trip. 

Eric nudged Camila on the shoulder, smile unwavering. “La Push, baby.” He said again.

Bella let out a groan. “I’ll go if you stop saying that.” She bargained, laughing lightly.

Eric smiled in success, turning back to Camila. “What about you Cam?” He asked.

Camila lulled it over in her mind. She knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea to go, considering that it was the middle of the winter in Washington, and most likely, her parents wouldn’t let her go even if she wanted to. She shook her head, an apologetic look on her face. “Sorry, I should probably stay home. I’ve got a bunch of homework to finish.” She lied, trying her best to sound believable.

Eric’s smile dropped at her words, a frown replacing it. “Awww, can’t you just do your homework later?” He pushed. She shook her head in response, giving an apologetic smile, slightly annoyed that he wouldn’t just take no for an answer.

Lunch dragged on as she slowly ate away at her food. The daily trip to the cafeteria was like a blessing and curse, she had thought. While it was great to get a brief break from the physical and mental exertion of the day, it also made it that much harder to seem normal to everyone else around her. Any other time, she would push off eating, usually having the best luck with taking supplement pills and drinking protein shakes, those making her the least nauseas. However, she knew that would look odd to her new friends. If she stuck to only those options, it would be only a matter of time before they noticed something was up. With her luck, they would think she had an eating disorder or something.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. She pulled herself to a stand, as she grabbed her picked over food tray. She pushed her aching muscles forwards the cafeteria doors, dumping her tray into one of the awaiting trash cans when a tall dark silhouette rushed to her side. 

“Camila.” Tyler greeted, slinging an arm around her shoulders. The action caused pain to shoot down her spine and she had to bite her tongue in an attempt to stop herself from wincing. Tyler had made a point that week to be as friendly as possible, and even though more than just the pain of his action was making her uncomfortable, she didn’t want to come off rude. 

“Tyler.” She greeted back, trying her best to keep the grimace off of her face.  He was just being nice and friendly, that was all. 

“I was wondering.” He started, pausing for what she could only imagine was dramatic effect. “Prom?” He asked somewhat randomly, a wide grin spreading across his face. 

Camila’s mind reeled. Was that really how he was going to ask? She wouldn’t have said yes anyway, not being interested in going to prom at all, much less with Tyler Crowley, but that really was a terrible way of asking. She got along with him well, sure, but she didn’t want to date him. 

“Can’t.” She said, voice filled with fake regret. She tried to quickly come up with an excuse for her denial. She definitely couldn’t use homework again. “I… already have plans with someone. Not prom related.” She said awkwardly. 

The smile dropped from his face, disappointment replacing it, clear as day. “With who? You can’t reschedule? I mean it’s prom.” He tried to reason. 

Fuck. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Clearly, she wasn’t very good at coming up with excuses and clearly, these boys weren’t good at just taking no for an answer. A normal person would’ve just taken the rejection and left, but of course Tyler and Eric had to be persistent. She thought quickly of someone who she could explain the whole situation to the easiest. “Jasper. Do you know him?” She asked casually. Surely Jasper would understand why she had added him in on her scheme, especially since he had seemed so respectful in keeping her secret in tact previously. 

Tyler’s eyes widened slightly. “Jasper Hale? Yeah I know of him.” He said incredulously. What was she doing with that weirdo? He had seen the two together before the biology field trip, but had thought it was some weird fluke, but now she was scheduling dates with him? 

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“I didn’t know we had plans for prom night.” Jasper said casually once she had sat herself down at their shared table in calculus later that day.

She groaned at his words. How had he possibly heard? Did Tyler talk to him? Surely not. She knew the majority of the school would never willingly put themselves in a conversation with anyone from the family, since they usually seemed very intimidating. So that only left him hearing the conversation, and there was no way that had happened. She had seen him across the room, much too far away, when Tyler had came up to her. Maybe he had some kind of super hearing?

She pushed the rushing thoughts aside, trying not to get too caught up in the mystery. “Sorry.” She murmured. “I just needed an excuse out.” She reasoned. Jasper of course knew the reason that she had came up with the ‘date’ in the first place, but he did find himself slightly disappointed that she did not, in fact, want to go on a date with the ‘Cullen weirdo’. 

“It’s okay.” He reassured her, because it was okay. He knew that she didn’t mean it maliciously, just knowing that he knew the truth of why she couldn’t go. “Out of curiosity though, is it just because of you know what that you said no? Or would you have said yes otherwise?” He asked. 

He couldn’t help himself from asking. The question had been racing through his mind since lunch and he knew it was because of jealousy. That much was obvious, hell, he was jealous when Alice hugged her. However, he also knew that he had no right to be jealous. She in no way belonged to him, even if Alice had seen them together as mates. In reality, she didn’t owe him anything, and as much as it pained him to watch, if that’s how she wanted to spend the remainder of her life, he knew he would support her through it every step of the way.

Camila blushed lightly in embarrassment, causing the burn in his throat to intensify slightly. “Well, more than that, I guess.” She said. “Three reasons really. One, you know what. Two, he asked me in a terrible way and I’m not at all interested anyway. Three, no dating for me. It’s one of few rules I have for myself.” She murmured lowly, trying to keep her voice down so others wouldn’t hear her. 

His heart, if it had still been beating, would’ve leapt at the news that she didn’t not like Tyler in that way. However, almost immediately after, his chest ached for her. He could feel her sadness with the confession and it pained him to realize that she was afraid of growing too close to someone. He wanted to press the topic, to sooth her discomfort, but he knew that now was not the right time. 

Jasper sat up a bit straighter in his chair, an idea coming to mind. “Would you maybe want to hang out tomorrow? We could go somewhere or stay in, whatever you want.” He suggested, nerves filling his chest once more. 

As Camila sat there, mulling the invite over in her mind, she took note that the anxiety she had felt when invited to the beach, was nowhere to be seen. Jasper made her comfortable, and she wasn’t sure if that was because of him knowing her secret, or something else entirely. 

What she did know, is that she definitely wanted to get to know him more. To figure out what made him so different from the rest. To piece together all of the confusing details that he had shared with her.

She sucked in a breath and spoke. “I’d love to.”

Next Chapter

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Has Meghan ever been invited to the Met Gala that you know of?

I have a feeling that she and Harry can’t actually afford a ticket - plus she is very greedy and cheap, so even if they hypothetically had the money I just can’t see her willingly parting with such a large amount. What I can envision though, is her mercilessly pestering the absolute hell out of Anna Wintour since she is completely shameless and has zero manners or class - and always expects someone else to pick up the tab for her sponging arse. I would be completely mortified if I had a reputation of being a known cheapskate and grifter like her.

But, back to my original point: knowing how petty and childish she is, it must infuriate Meg immensely that people who also dress like crap *cough* *cough* Serena - and also Mindy Kaling or any of her other so-called ‘friends’ get invited while she is repeatedly shunned year after year. One thing about Meghan is that she absolutely lives for this kind of superficial and glib BS and I would think she is very offended that she’s persona non grata in such elitist circles. TBH, I would only want her to be invited exactly once because of the potential gossip that would come out about her, otherwise she’s undeserving. I’m sure she would give nothing and wear boring beige like nearly everyone did last night. Initially I was excited for the theme, but most of the outfits were quite underwhelming and fell flat, unfortunately!

Meghan has an open invitation to attend as long as she attends with Kate, and only Kate. This is straight from the mouth of Anna Wintour.

Allegedly Meghan was invited as Edward Enniful's guest in either 2018 or 2019. We talked about it here a few months ago but I can't find that post. C'mon, Tumblr! Get your act together.

But to recap: The national editors of Vogue get tickets to the Met Gala as a perk for working at Vogue. Enniful got some tickets and allegedly, he planned to take Meghan as his +1. Ultimately it didn't happen and the speculation why includes Meghan pissing off Anna in her usual entitled way so Anna struck her from the guest list, Enniful gave Meghan the UK Vogue cover as a consolation prize, and Meghan having Archie on May 6th in an attempt to steal headlines from Anna and the gala as revenge.

I also covered in that now-missing post how one attends the Met Gala. You can:

Be the +1 of someone who gets invited (e.g., Andy Cohen, who is usually Sarah Jessica Parker's guest).

Work for the sponsors, including Vogue, or be the +1 of someone who works for the sponsors.

Work for the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Be a huge donor to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and/or the Fashion/Costume Insitute (e.g. Sarah Jessica Parker, I believe).

Be besties with or have a contract with the designers that attend the Met Gala (e.g., Meg Ryan and Michael Kors). In this case, the designer will dress you and you'll sit at their table.

Buy your own ticket. An individual ticket is $75,000. A table starts at $350,000.

Be an "it celeb" of the moment.

Meghan and Harry definitely don't have the money for a ticket to the Met Gala. Meghan also doesn't have the fashion contacts or the reputation in the fashion industry to be dressed by a designer. She could probably have been dressed by Carolina Herrera back in the day, when she was wearing her. I don't think she had a chance to be dressed by Dior to attend the Met Gala, not when people like Jennifer Lawrence, Anya Taylor-Joy, Rihanna, etc. have Dior contracts.

My personal theory is that as much as Meghan wants to go to the Met Gala and be in the room with all those celebs, she doesn't *really* want to actually be there. I think she's terrified to be around that kind of powerful, respected, talented people because she knows they know she's not one of them and they'll ignore her, making her the one to go up to everyone when she wants everyone to be coming up to her. I said this around Oscars time when we were talking about whether she'd go or not and again, I can't find the freaking post!.

But it is very telling, isn't it? Like you've pointed out, everyone in Meghan's circle these days - Mindy Kaling, Serena Williams, Kris Jenner, Tracee Ellis Ross, etc. - is going to the Met Gala. Everyone but her, that is. I wonder why...

[starandcloud]

42!Miles Headcannons

I am on a kick of Spiderverse, so Tumblr gets it-

Miles has separation anxiety with you, which got a lot worse when you started dating, him being the prowler and all

He cannot handle the sound of guns, it makes his anxiety race.

He'd never admit it but he genuinely likes your company, like he'll deny it then go out of his way to find stupid reasons to hang out with you. Which his mom plays into. Miles: Aye, Idiota. Come over. My mom misses you. Y/N: Ooookay? Rio, hugging Y/N: Y/N I've missed you, how've you been? Are you feeling okay? Have you been eating enough? Y/N, laughing: I'm okay Mrs. Morales, thank you for worrying about me though Miles: *Absolutely smitten by how you interact with his mom*

Leaves you gits randomly, like if he's out on a job with his uncle and he sees something he knows you'll like he'll swipe it (and leave money) and either leave it on your desk or put it on your window sill. You've yet to catch him

He HAS stopped and watched you sleep when he left you a gift, not in creepy way more like a "God... They're so perfect..." His eyes, hidden behind his lil mask, softened on you. He only left because the hallway light flicked on and he panicked. That was the loudest he had ever fled from somewhere, he didn't even close your window.

He is really artistic too, he has dozens of sketches of you in his sketchbook. You're his favorite thing to draw

Don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for Miles wanting to kill someone for you. But he would only think it, he'd never actually act on those thoughts. He couldn't bear the weight of taking a life, even if it was for you. He's a vigilante, remember

As terrifying as he seems, Miles is a HUGE baby when it comes to getting hurt. He'll act like he's fine, but when he's with his Uncle or Mom he cries. Like ugly cries, he's a huge baby-

Has Trypanophobia (The Fear of Needles), hates the sight of them and cannot handle it when he has to get shots

When he cannot handle anything anymore he goes to his dad's Mural and just sits there, he doesn't talk or make any noise. He just sits against the brick, sometimes he cries, sometimes he doesn't but he's always there late at night so no one really sees him

He doesn't talk to anyone he actually has a crush on, like he's flirty as hell with everyone but the person he actually likes he's really blunt and distant. Like a dumbass

I can 100% see Miles being Omni, like he could like anyone as long as he's close to them

We all know Miles' sleep schedule is FUCKED, he's a Vigilante, he doesn't get to sleep much due to everything being at night. But he still gets good grades and sleeps when he can

This is literally one of his posts on Twitter and you CANNOT tell me otherwise-

He isn't really bothered by people who're taller than him, or people who are a few inches shorter. But if you're below his chin he's wary, he's heard enough from Ganke not to mess with people that short. "They have to climb to get things, I don't wanna mess with someone who climbs counters.

I can see him being taller than 1610!Miles, cause 1610!Miles is 5'8" so I can see 42!Miles being anywhere from 5'9 to 5'10". Like it's not a noticeable difference if you're not paying attention, ya know?

Miles does Photography, but it's more of a hobby. He doesn't plan on turning it into a career, but he does it when he's got the chance, his posts look like this

Bubbly_Rose and Vanilla.Coffee.Addict. Are both his mom, different accounts to support her son. Best mom 100%

Miles has dozens of playlists on spotify, most of which are for his friends and family.

Cat person but has a german shepard named Luna

Had dreads ONCE and decided he hated them, so he stuck to his braids

Miles can cook, really really well. His mom and him used to bond through cooking and now it's something he does when he's stressed or upset

Depending on how tired Miles is, is how he sleeps. If he's just a lil sleepy, his legs are kinda bent and his arms are by his head, HOWEVER, if it was after REALLY tiring job with his uncle he kinda just falls onto his bed and sleeps like that

He usually doesn't go to anyone for comfort and comforts himself unless it's really bad then he goes to his mom or (if he really REALLY trusts them) his significant other

Miles has a tendency to flinch/move away from any form of touch that's not from his mother. He gets pins and needles if he's not expecting a touch and it is almost painful, I wouldn't say he's touch-starved but with his mom working so much it's easy to see that he would be

The one thing that brings Miles' to tears is watching his mom work herself to the bone and never being able to take a break. It makes him so mad that he can't help her, without it being obvious, that it reduces him to tears

He cries when he's mad

He hates it when people go through his things or move them. He has everything in a place, everything has to be perfect. Major OCD when it comes to his room, it's his space and he wants it perfectly clean

Miles takes really good care of himself, he keeps himself in shape (outside of being the Prowler) and makes sure to eat and hydrate right

Miles. Is. A. Huge. Softie for little kids. He acts like he can't stand them but the minute he's flashed a toothy smile from a little kid, he can't help but smile back

He considers a few people who aren't family, his family like Ganke

His idea of "A Perfect Vacation" is going anywhere with his mom and Uncle. It could literally be a trip to his Paternal Grandmother's house, and as long as his mom isn't working he is perfectly content

Miles tends to bite his nails and chew on his lips when he's nervous

By FAR the strangest thing Miles has ever seen was one of his classmates straight up touching their eyeball, that happened when he was 13 and it still freaks him out

Miles accepts advice relatively well, he doesn't show it but he does

He hates most pictures, but there was a few that his version Gwen took of him.

He is horrible at talking to someone he's got a crush on, like worse than 1610!Miles ;-;

Miles wakes up before his mom, when she's home, and makes her breakfast, he eats, showers, and goes to school, comes home, does his homework, goes to his boxing class (curtesy of Uncle Aaron), and depending on the day either goes on a job or goes to sleep

He has a few scars on his face from one of the first few jobs he was on when he wasn't far enough away from a bomb when it went off

Ocra. He CANNOT with the texture of it.

He loves stormy weather, its relaxing to him

He loves Fall and winter, the crisp air makes him smile

As a way to waste time, he goes to the gym or draws

When Miles wakes up from a nightmare, he kinda just lays there until he puts his headphones on and falls asleep to whatever song he's listening to

Miles collects little doo-dads from the street, it gives him something to fidget with

Miles knows English, Spanish, and French. He had to take a second language class and he COULDN'T take Spanish, so he's relatively fluent in French

Miles is the type of person to give someone the tightest most affection hugs, like even if he's just friends with the person. Hugs are like "I love you"s for Miles, they're sparing things from him

If Miles had three wishes from a genie he'd wish for: 1. His mother to either be paid more or for her to work less 2. His city to have less issues 3. To talk to his dad again

CROSSOVER: Miles is a gryffindor, with a Kingfisher Patronus and an 11.25 in Applewood wand with Unicorn hair ((I don't support J.K. Rowling))

Miles saw you in his clothes once and it MELTED him, he physically leaned against the wall and smiled stupidly

If you don't typically wear glasses (despite needing them, like my dumbass) and you wear them around Miles. The first time he saw you in them, he was distracted enough he walked into a wall.

Miles will protest being called cheesy things likes "Babydoll", "Pumpkin" "Sweets", "Bubba", "Light of My Life", "Tater Tot" (this happened ONCE, "Sunshine", "Dumpling", "Bambie", and "Babyface". He genuinely loves it when you call him that. Specifically: Babydoll, Pumpkin, and Sunshine. He still likes the other ones but loves those more.

[infoglitch]

The rose reaper and her shining dork knight: satisfaction.

(uh heres the third installment since I updated my own book and after this I got release the third page of the rewrite.. yeah I do way to much when I get an idea.)

Ruby found herself sitting on a hot over looking the wasteland that was the remnants of Salem's castle. they won... Her team finally beat Salem. Ruby felt a load lifted off of her shoulder as she sighed happily.

She heard footsteps from behind her as jaune sat beside her before letting out a small groan.

Jaune: that... Was... So.... Exhausting.

Ruby: absolutely. What you need?

Jaune: nothing just wanted to check up on miss "just saved the world".

Ruby let out a small laugh before lightly punching him in the shoulder.

Ruby: come on. Don't make my ego huge jaune. Otherwise you'll regret it~

Jaune felt a small blush creep onto his face as he sighed. He then looked at the sky.

Jaune: so... I guess we gotta find jobs now. Actual ones.

Ruby: what do you mean by that I'm sure there's still grim out there.

Jaune: true. But it's not like there's going to be infinite amounts of them anymore. Now that Salem's gone there's no more grimm production so after all of the rest have been dealt with we're just going to be normal people.

Ruby let out a small "oh" as she looked Abit down now. Jaune raised an eye brow as he smiled Abit.

Jaune: aw don't tell me you already regret saving everyone.

Ruby just stayed silent as jaune sighed. He looked away before an idea came to him.

Jaune: hey ruby I got an idea!

Ruby and jaune turned to each other ruby Abit confused. Jaune clasped his hands around hers as he smiled brightly.

Jaune: let travel together.

Ruby raised an eyebrow.

Ruby: you mean with Ren and Nora?

Jaune: no. Just.. you and me. We'll get to see the rest of the world and get to spend time together-

Jaune immediately stopped talking as his face turned a deep crimson.

Jaune: uh- i- um- uh- oh i- i- uhm- I... I should just shut that idea down shouldn't I?

Ruby looked at him Abit before letting out a small laugh as she removed her hands from his grasp as she gently cusps his cheeks.

Ruby: sure thing VB. Sure thing. Besides now I get the chance to do this.

Ruby pulled him close to her as she kissed him. Jaune felt his brain short circuit as his arms were limp.

Ruby soon let go of him as she had a wide smirk on her face.

Ruby: I just hope you don't mind sharing a bed.

Jaunes already crimson face proceeded to turn scarlet as he could only respond with a "o-ok".

And so the two now have the rest of their lives being the rose reaper and her shining dork knight

(and there it is ladies and gents. I've accidently made a new series. Fun. Going to be told out of chronological order because I'm dumb. If I ever decide to make a post that leads to the many series I might make then I'll try my best to get this in chronological order so you don't have to piece it together. Anyway Rock on till ya drop tata motherfuckers 🤟)

[kiefbowl]

In response to your post about recently peaking: I think I'm still very much in the progress of getting into radical feminism, but one of the things that made me start to search it out was the huge discrepancy I noticed online with regard to how for example J.K. Rowling is treated by TRAs compared to any man ever who also has a "bad" opinion. That made me want to look up what so-called TERFs actually have to say, and I had to admit to myself that a lot of it made sense. A lot of things I felt uncomfortable about regarding gender politics and sexwork for example started falling into place as I read through more radfem blogs on tumblr. I want to use my free time this summer to read some proper feminist literature (very open for recommendations!)

I must say I feel hesitant sometimes to go further and actually peak though, because ever since I went on this journey a few months ago I've started to notice the misogyny in many places where I could ignore it before, and it scares me sometimes. I'm worried that if I become to aware the anger I feel about how women are treated will keep growing and I won't know what to do with it.

Sorry for rambling in your askbox! It felt kinda nice to write it all out once, I don't feel comfortable yet discussing all these thoughts with the people in my life unfortunately

Anger can be a very productive emotion if you're willing. I've been watching a youtuber who does recaps of SisterWives, and she said something in one of her videos recently that I agree with but never heard it articulated this way. I'm paraphrasing but: Emotions are like our five senses, they're there to give us information. Then, you have to process that information and decide how to act on it.

The example she gave is if you see someone far away that looks like your friend, but you're not sure - your eyes gave you information, but you have to go look closer to investigate to see if it's really them. If you feel angry, you have to investigate and take some time exploring why, and to what extent, and what you're willing to do about it.

Maybe you've never had anyone say this to you plainly but: I don't see my ideologies as an identity. I don't see my social identities as extensions of my virtue. I'm not afraid to get angry because if I'm angry it's probably something worth getting angry about. As with sadness, or happiness.

Misogyny is scary, but life has many facets, and truth is a worthwhile pursuit. I can't imagine my life another way because I can only be living this life as me, and like every life, it's full of complexities. I'm subjugated, I'm privileged, I'm a good person who has made bad choices, I'm a smart person who can be obtuse, I've been poor but never the poorest, I come from grandfathers who fought in wars and grandmothers who raised children in a bad religion yet they are all so deeply in my heart, and I've had to weigh my values against self serving decisions time and time again to get some of the comforts I have now. I have to live in the world now, and I'd rather live with open eyes despite any pain, because otherwise I miss out on joy. This is my only chance of joy, so I'm taking it. I will never turn my back on knowledge lest I leave joy on the table. Maybe one day, you'll see what I mean. Good luck sis! Thanks for sharing :)

[my-mt-heart]

I obviously haven’t been very stoked about a lot of choices this first season—the opposite if I’m being honest—but when I first listened to the radio scene, it felt like a reprieve from those feelings. Norman’s performance is perfect. I could sense his urgency to get a hold of Carol, and of course once he does, his tone melts into something much softer, something we know he reserves only for her. I appreciate the long pauses he takes to study her voice. He hears something in her words that we don’t (🤨). He worries that maybe she’s not really okay.

Carol’s line “you never need to worry about me, Daryl” makes me think back to her “I love you too” in the series finale, or more specifically the weightlessness of it. Melissa said it was Carol’s way of taking care of Daryl. She wanted to make it easier for him to leave, and at first, I wondered if this time was supposed to represent more of the same. We understand why Daryl sounds excited because we have the privilege of reading his body language. Maybe when Carol hears it, she thinks he’s enjoying himself out there. Maybe she's reluctant to admit how much she misses him because she doesn't want to take him away from where he really belongs.

Here’s where I’m struggling though. Theoretically, Melissa would’ve had Norman’s footage to play off of while she recorded her side of the conversation. That's how it's typically done. We know both of them always play off each other brilliantly. We’ve seen it countless times. It’s why their chemistry works. It’s why we ship them. But in this scene, I'm not getting any of that. There’s no emotion behind the words, none of Melissa's nuances, and the more I listen to it, the more I realize it isn’t Melissa’s voice at all. It really pains me to say it, but it sounds like AI.

If that’s true, then you'll have to be patient with me while I take the time to fully process my feelings about it. After everything—booting Melissa from the show in the first place and then gaslighting her fans about it—AMC wants to use a copout loophole in Melissa's contract (what many actors have had in their contracts hence the need for a strike) to jeopardize Melissa's integrity, deny everybody what they've had to wait a long time for, Melissa, and cheapen what could've been the most impactful scene of the season? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s just lazy, manipulative, disrespectful, and infuriating.

I was really excited to analyze a new Caryl scene today. Believe it or not, I don't want to keep hating on the show. I want to enjoy my two favorite characters, but as others have said, I’m tired of bending over backwards to arrive at some—any—hopeful conclusion about Caryl’s future. It’s hard enough when the writing is as inconsistent as it has been, but now AI is involved? No one should have to exert energy on analyzing a performance that doesn't exist. It's a poor reflection of Melissa's talent and a huge disservice to Caryl's story. I'm heartbroken.

Good to see her trending though. She deserves all the love she's getting today.

On another note, because I don't want to make a separate post about it, I also watched the scene where Daryl gets mad at Laurent. **TRIGGER WARNING*** As someone who grew up in a very "loud" household and experienced PTSD from it, I wasn't put off by the anger. I understand Daryl wants to go home, and the kid ruined what seemed like his only chance. It's the name-calling and Daryl putting his hands on Laurent that specifically crossed the line for me. The show is clearly trying to force Daryl to draw comparisons between him and his dad, but this feels like something Daryl has already worked through on the flagship show. The moment he saw Carol flinch on the farm, he knew he wanted to be different. Carol and TF helped him be different. He is different. He doesn't need to prove that to himself or anyone else anymore. Enough of the character regressions.

[aotopmha]

I understand and agree with a lot of the tone of your post about roulettes but also spamming ranged attack as a tank while pulling is good practice. You'll gradually lose enmity whenever you don't attack (and ranged attack has a slight aggro bonus too) so if you just run between each pack without hitting buttons, especially on huge pulls like some of the shadowbringers dungeons, there's a decent chance the enemies from the first pack or two will lose interest in you and start killing everyone else. It has nothing to do with a necromancer wanting you to play more like potd or w/e. It is something that should be said in more guides, so not your fault, but yeah. Now you know.

Thank you for the clarification!

I have actually been putting this into practice among all the other stuff I do since having heard of it because I have wondered for a while if I should just run from pack to pack or if there isn't more to do while I am running; I've also seen people do it alternating ranged/provoke in footage and always wondered why.

It's just unfortunate people feel the need to be assholes about this kind of stuff and not just tell the other person.

Obviously some will be assholes, but in my experience people will 95% of the time listen and you'll get someone not making the mistake again.

And in my case I was confused with what they meant to begin with because this was the first time I've seen someone be negative about it because it was veiled in sarcasm and I was wondering what they were jabbing me about.

There are several of these kind of tricks I've found out about just randomly.

For example, for the longest time I did not know the fact that Arm's Length is also a mitigation tool besides knockback immunity and that the "slow" it mentioned was actually really useful instead of being just a minor side effect.

I also constantly put tank stance on as an off tank because that's what people always keep repeating for tanks.

(And I still rarely see a case where main/off tank is properly respected, but when it is, the fight usually goes super smooth.)

In fact, the off tank role was really confusing for me for a long while because for the longest time I could not find a proper guide.

(Answer: it's very flexible and depends on the fight. You take the adds, the second target if it pops up, separate targets from each other, replace main tank when they're down etc.)

More than anything, I hope they add some elements that teach you better about maybe the slightly less obvious stuff.

I understand this is an MMO and part of the game is to learn through experience and from others, but I still think a little more help from the game would go a long way to mitigate people just not knowing the basics.

There are still so many players the miss even the basics.

Tanks that pile on all the mitigation at once or barely any at all.

One-skill DPS.

Or even stuff like Swiftcasting a revive being an option.

Yet it is understandable for even non-sprouts because the best way to learn is outside of the game.

Thank you for the ask!

[thyandrawrites]

Blog update

Hi, everyone! I hope the holidays are treating you well. I'm doing okay. 

For those of you that missed my announcement, or didn't see my previous pinned post, I wanted to quickly clarify what's going on. You might have noticed that I didn't answer your ask. I'm sorry about that. 

I'm stepping down from writing meta and sharing my thoughts on recent manga events, on the fandom, on expectations/predictions for the series, and on any hot topic being discussed by other meta bloggers and doing the rounds in the villain standom. Basically, don't expect me to engage with much meta anymore. I'm taking a break for an indefinite amount of time because I find this fandom too hostile currently; since my anxiety is triggered by any tension, be it real or the product of my brain contemplating a fear and running with it, I have to disengage and just focus on myself. I hope you'll understand. 

What does this mean for this blog? 

Meta and asks are normally a huge portion of the contents of this blog. Most of you probably followed me for those. And let's be real, meta is my passion so it will likely resume at some point. Idk when that will be, tho. Maybe I'll wake up next week and be relaxed or uncaring enough to brave the thought of diving back into the disk horse pool, maybe it will be in a couple of months, maybe I will switch to another fandom entirely. I don't know yet. 

In the meantime, please know that I will most likely not respond to anything meta-related or any ask that expresses frustration, negativity, disappointment or anything in that vein, be it a comment on the series or a request to comment on the takes floating around the fandom. 

You're still welcome to drop by my askbox with anything else if you feel like it. I'm keeping it open because I do like chatting to people, and I'm too socially awkward for dms. I'm just trying to limit my chances of ending up being the target of someone writing an essay about why Take X or Y is wrong. There's been a lot of those lately, and they stress the fuck out of me. 

That being said, you're also free to unfollow me if you don't have fun here anymore. I don't mind. 

Oh, please also refrain from answering this announcement by showering me with support and positivity! While I do wholeheartedly appreciate the sentiment and feel very thankful for your kindness(💙), I don't really know how to answer it. Again, socially awkward! Just to put you at ease, I am aware that for every hostile take there's dozens of people who genuinely enjoy hearing my thoughts and talking to me. I do! I'm not looking for reassurance, I'm just trying to draw a boundary. Writing meta is my passion, and I normally have fun with it, but as of now it's not that fun anymore. That's all. I am taking care of myself and spending more of my time on my fics instead. 

Thank you all so much in advance for your understanding, and I hope you have a nice day/night! Take care 💕

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Tag Game!

Rules: Post snippets from 3 WIPs and 3 published fics

Tagged By: @sungbeam

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this!

WIP #1: My Last Night (Mark x Reader)

"Mark and I had many last nights, you'll have to be more specific," you said one day, coffee in your hands and phone laid screen-side down next to it.

"Well, tell me all of them," the woman in front of you replies.

"Mm..." you hummed and nodded your head. "Our first last night was when we were 13. The next one after that was when we were 18. Then when we were 20. And, finally, yesterday."

"And which one really mattered?"

"All of them mattered, of course," you nodded and took a sip of your coffee. He would always matter to you. Then, a check is slid toward you.

"A penny for your thoughts and a dime to keep them," the woman smiles. You took the check.

"It all started in front of that damn bus..." Your first last night, the night Mark chose to leave.

~

Published Fic #1: And That's Okay (Somi x Reader)

In truth, you had to admit it, you’d fallen hopelessly in love with this woman, and you prayed that she felt the same. Never had either of you two dare utter a single word that could have alluded to something more than your casual relationship, for you it was because you didn’t want to lose her, and for her, you think, it’s because she didn’t see you that way at all. Oh, how you want to ask, how you want to pick apart her thoughts and find out just what she really thinks of you and whether or not you have a chance. You think you love her, if love is the word that describes the way your heart beats when you see her face, if love is the word that describes the way you daydream and fantasize of a life together, and if love is the word that describes the way you yearn for her touch every day, then yes, you love her.

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WIP #2: Lady Luck (Yangyang x Reader)

"Are they staring at me? I swear they're staring at me," Yangyang leans close to Jisung and whispers so that only he could hear.

"Oh, yeah, they're definitely staring."

"Bro, you couldn't at least try to make me feel a little less self-conscious?"

"I wouldn't set you up for failure like that," Jisung shook his head. "Besides, how could they not stare? Yangyang, you are dating one of the most eligible bachelorettes in the world, and you're just, respectfully, you," Jisung explains.

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

"Dude," Hendery returns with four glasses of champagne in his hand. "Your girlfriend? Miss 'didn't know what a convection oven was'? She's rich, dude, like, hella fucking rich," Hendery whispers. He looks around, making sure people aren't listening, and the three move to a more secluded corner.

"Listen, Yangyang. Jaemin offered her an entire company, Dejun told her he'd give up his whole career for her, Johnny almost died for her, and Yuta..." Jisung hesitates. "Yuta's a whole other ballpark. Either way, they have made or would have made huge sacrifices just to have that title of 'boyfriend' and here you come, out of nowhere. Did you know that you're the first person (Y/N) introduced as her boyfriend? All four of them had to work to even be considered for the title."

"Right, so basically I have four people out for my neck."

"Yup."

~

Published Fic #2: How to Keep a Promise (Yangyang x Reader)

“If both you and I happen to be in the market and nowhere close to committing to anyone, then let’s get married instead,” he says. Your ears perked at this, but your body prevented any shock that would’ve come out of a sober mind. So instead, you said the first thing that came to your thoughts.

“Sure,” you had a drunken smile on your face when you turned to him. Everything around him was blurry, but he was in full focus. Another effect of the alcohol, you assumed. You don’t even know how you drank so much, let alone how you were still somewhat conscious, but at this moment that wasn’t a prevalent thought of yours, no, all you could think about was how different his smile was today, as stupid as that sounded, you wondered if he ever smiled like that ever. He was smiling like he knew he’d lose, like he knew that he wouldn’t even remember what he just said the next day, or, perhaps worst of all, like he knew that even if he’d remember he knew that you wouldn’t.

“You’re not going to ask why?”

“Well, now that you bring it up I’m curious,” you tilted the empty glass bottle into your mouth.

“I just think it would be nice, you know?” He mumbles. “That and we could probably get some nifty financial aid for our loans.”

“You’re not wrong there,” you swallowed another laugh. It would be nice, wouldn’t it? To spend the rest of your life with a friend, one who knew you as well as you knew them, one who you could confide in and trust, it was romantic almost. But it was a kind of romantic you were unsure of, a kind of romantic that you didn’t know how it felt like. You were no stranger to love and relationships, but when it came to actually marrying someone that was a whole new playing field that you just didn’t feel qualified to have an input on for a multitude of reasons that would take thousands of words to explain. “Sure then, it sounds nice.”

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WIP #3: Royal Flush (00 Line x Reader)

"So, father, what you're saying is that the future of this family lies in the hands of that cute little assistant of yours?" Jaemin's eyes slink over toward you, an unreadable look hidden in them.

"Hey, watch it," Yangyang seems to stand in front of you habitually.

"That's a bold move from someone who was manipulated by her," Haechan laughs.

"You'd do it too for a paycheck," you reasoned, peeking from behind Yangyang.

"It wasn't all fake," Yangyang defends.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! First, dad, why did you think this was a good idea in the first place?" Jeno turns to their father. Their dad shrugs.

"Well, I certainly can't make the call," he throws his hands up. "I'm much too biased."

"And (Y/N) isn't biased toward Yangyang?" Shotaro asks nervously. Eyes land on you.

"No, I'm not, whatever relation we had was a well designed character thought up by myself to keep him in check," you answered. "Of all of you, at least, he was the only one we had to be careful with," you answered. You bowed your head slightly. "I promise to make the most unbiased decision using only logic and reasoning when choosing the next head of the family."

"Sure, right, anyway, why don't I treat you out, doll? You're going to be my future assistant anyway," Jaemin grins. You smiled back.

"Thanks, but no, you'll have to do much more than that to gain my favor," you tucked your pencil away and handed your binder to Johnny. "Well, it's 7 o'clock, I'm clocking out now, boss."

~

Published Fic #3: Midnight Coffee (NCT 127 & Reader)

“It’s delicious, what did you put in it?”

“Half a chocolate bar, a tablespoon of honey, and a half a cup of milk,” you answered.

“You should add this to your menu, I’ll definitely be getting this again,” Taeyong drinks more. “I wonder if I can make this in my own apartment.”

“If you did, surely, you’d put me out of business,” you cleaned out the spout of the coffee machine while he snickered.

“Whoa…” Mark laughs awkwardly. “Are you two flirting?”

“What? No, that’s highly unprofessional,” you corrected him gently and Mark’s face reddens.

“That’s a shame, I thought you were,” Taeyong teases. You just glanced over to him quickly and smiled.

“At least treat me to dinner first, Mr. Lee.”

“Oh, (Y/N) likes you likes you,” Mark has a ridiculous smile on his face and you just rolled your eyes, just in time for your phone to save you from this situation. The quick ping of a notification from your supplier sent your attention to that instead.

[wingsofmud]

Eh why not two posts in one day while we're at it:

Look, I don't care if dragons don't think humans are as smart as them since they can't understand them the same way. Humans do that all the time.

But it's not like humans are oh so especially strange. There's a species of ants that raises insects for meat, another species of ant that farms aphids for honeydew liquid as food, beavers stop the flow of rivers with dams, herbivorous animals will eat meat if given the chance.

I'm saying humans keeping pets is not up there in odd things. However, dragons don't often keep pets. If anything the keeping of animals should be strange enough that of course a non-dragon species would do it.

Jambu: We live in a place with a huge amount of food, so we don't usually feel the need to hunt down a meal when we can get more calories for less energy. We never go hungry.

Glory: Vegetarian = Lazy.

I'm gonna stop commenting on every out of pocket thing Glory says because we're not going to get anywhere at this rate

Would love to see more of this and less of "Glory is more beautiful than all other species of dragon because she's the closest thing to human feminine beauty standards a dragon can get to"

Babes, all the other queens you've met are Coral, Scarlet, Burn, and Blister. All of whom are their own forms of evil and cruel. I think Rainwings are doing something right actually. I mean they're careless, sure, but they haven't killed any children or locked them up in a prison for existing so... And bonus, no matricide, which can do wonders for one's mental health.

On the other hand, why would Rainwings do "queens" if they don't do families? Why not have a council of elders or elected leaders instead of a singular person every month? Something that reflects their highly communal society.

God forbid any dragon society isn't explicitly racist.

I do honestly love how accepting Rainwings are. Unfortunately this is attributed to them being lazy and careless so...

AKEJRA;KERJGN;A!! YES LIANA

YES? Just a SMIDGEN? Didn't she leave you to die, then imprison all of you along with her daughter in a place where you'll die if you touch the water? And threaten to kill Tsunami when she wanted to protect her younger sister's egg?

If you're communally raised there should be no reason why you can't punish that dragonet yourself. There are communities raised far less...together(?) like this, but your neighbor can punish your kids if they act out.

I think there are more pressing issues, even in time of peace, than bringing up every kid who's acting a fool. Because then like half of the queen's job would be dealing with annoying kids.

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Alright, there's quite a bit here so I'll just put them all together so I can talk about them as a whole. Because boy do I have words:

Let's start with what we know. Rainwings are communally raised. Everyone is expected to aid in either raising children or providing for the tribe as a whole in some way (and possibly both at times). Animals that communally raise their children like this tend to have a very strong parental instinct towards young. Which also leads them to easily adopt into their groups (even from species not their own), which is possible reason why Rainwings can keep sloths as pets.

There is no class divide that we can see, and in general dragons seem to get along well with each other and are extremely friendly, even towards strangers. One would assume there'd be a very strong sense of community here.

So I ask this: Why would no one care about 12 missing dragons? From everything we know about Rainwing society, all the dragons should be very shaken and concerned by this. Those are their children, their parents, their friends, their family.

This is not laziness, this is apathy. You can be the most lazy person on the planet, but the moment someone you truly care about is in trouble that tends to go away quick. This does not show that Rainwings are lazy. This shows that they're uncaring and selfish.

The reaction Queen Magnificent gives is one of going up to an actual high queen and telling her 12 peasants are missing. Okay, fine, as cruel as it seems, we'd at least get why she wouldn't care. But this? It's not like she's being paid to be queen. She doesn't even seem to enjoy doing it. Why not just leave it to someone who actually cares?

And Bromeliad talks of Kinkajou as being "no one's favorite dragon," when Kinkajou is equally as friendly as the Rainwings have been shown to be. They clearly don't appreciate grumpy or downer dragons, so why would they hate Kinkajou who hasn't shown any of those traits? She's talkative sure, but that's not unusual. At worst, she just acts like a kid, what should be a normal Rainwing kid tbh. And there honestly shouldn't be anything stopping Bromeliad from changing her assignment and giving it to someone who like dragonets more than she. Again, it's not like they're paid to do this.

ERRGGGHHHH

[koofishy]

Pink Screen (Yoonjin AU fanfic)

"One ticket for whatever he's watching."

Inspired by this twitter post and the fact that yoonjin are the og barbenheimer with their pink and black fits<3 I originally posted this as a twitter thread but decided to upload it here too, even if it's late for the trend lol. I hope you'll enjoy!

"One ticket for whatever he's watching."

The cashier smiles knowingly at the man. His black leather jacket and menacing glare are a little out of place at the movie theater, but she's never been one to judge.

"Cute, isn't he?," she nods towards the other guy who's already entering the screening room. The lighting catches on his soft blonde hair and pretty features, his oversized pink hoodie swallowing his wide frame cozily.

He seems like everything this newcomer isn't.

It's a harsh contrast but they do say opposites attract, so.

"Here you go, one ticket to the Barbie movie. Enjoy!," her grin widens as the man takes it from her and she winks for good measure. "And good luck!"

Yoongi stares at her, gaze piercing, until she starts to fidget uncomfortably in her seat. Then, he leaves without a word, following the pink man into the screening room.

It's dark inside, the commercials already playing on the huge screen. They paint the pink man's face in colorful hues and reflect in his eyes.

There are some other people, but their attention is either on their popcorn or the ads so Yoongi approaches the man without notice.

He's sitting in the otherwise empty last row. Yoongi sits down right beside him without a second thought.

There's an amused huff and Yoongi doesn't have to look away from the screen to know that the man is smiling.

"Hello, Officer," he hears the melodious voice, smugness evident in the tone. "You must miss me a lot, with how you're always in my tail."

"I have to keep an eye on you," Yoongi replies, cold and stern. He chances a glance at the other man, but he's looking at the screen, not at Yoongi.

His side profile is illuminated by the low lights. Yoongi's eyes stay on it for longer than intended, following the slope of the nose, the long eyelashes, the full lips.

"Take a photo, Min, that'll last longer."

Yoongi eyes snap up to meet those of the other man, dark gaze with a glint of mischief. The full lips curl into an ominous grin.

Yoongi starts talking before the man can spout any more nonsense. He keeps his face carefully emotionless as he says:

"I know you robbed that bank, Kim Seokjin."

The man pauses. His smile dims.

The next time he talks his voice is serious.

"You don't have proof."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

"I have witnesses."

They stare at each other. The movie is starting but neither of them cares.

Seokjin is the first to back down, exhaling and shaking his head as he leans back in his seat.

"So, you're here to arrest me?," he clicks his tongue. "A shame."

He stares up at Yoongi from under his lashes.

"As much as it would be an honor, Officer Min," Yoongi rolls his eyes on reflex, making Seokjin smile before he sighs, glancing at the screen. "I really wanted to see this movie."

Yoongi watches him carefully, without a word.

Then he turns back to the screen where Barbie is flying out of her pink dream house into her pink dream car.

He can feel Seokjin's eyes on him.

"What are you doing?," Seokjin asks. Yoongi shrugs.

"What does it look like?"

When he talks again, the grin is evident in Seokjin's voice.

"It looks like you're indulging the city's most wanted criminal in a movie date, Min Yoongi."

It's Yoongi's turn to huff a quiet laugh.

"Well, maybe I am," he mutters, glancing at Seokjin.

The man looks away quickly but not even the dark room can hide his pink ears. They match the color of his hoodie.

Yeah, Yoongi thinks, arresting can wait.

And so he gets comfortable, shrugging off his leather jacket and leaning back in his seat, knee knocking against Seokjin's lightly. He loosens his tie, too, then lets his arm hang over the armrest, palm turned suspiciously upwards.

It only takes a few seconds for Seokjin's hand to slide into his, fingers tangling and fitting together perfectly. They feel soft. Yoongi squeezes them barely noticeably and Seokjin squeezes back.

They stay like that for the rest of the movie and after that as well.

The cashier sends them a wide grin and a thumbs up when they leave the theater, still hand-in-hand. This must be how Cupid feels after a job well done, she thinks proudly.

And if Yoongi, how to say this, forgets to take Seokjin to the police station in the end, it's all on Barbie.

Criminal!Seokjin and Cop!Yoongi except they're too fond of each other to do their job properly<3 Don't be afraid to leave notes and comments, or share this fic with others, if you'd like <3 It really means a lot to me! Find me on AO3 and Twitter (I write there too) and you can ask or tell me anything here - please be kind with that tho^^

[oraclekleo]

Hey! I just sent you a normal ask, I'm so sorry. I read the instructions properly, please ignore the previous ask and consider this one instead.

I'm RA, a taurus sun, Scorpio moon and libra rising in tropical astrology. I'm 22, and my pronouns are she/her. I'm into he/him.

To my best belief, I have followed all the pre-requisites to request for grant of a free reading, however, if I have missed out on anything, please bring it to my notice.

I want to request for a personal kinky reading about myself. Some things about myself are that I love the color blue, I am terrified of physical intimacy, I love fantasizing about love, my venus is in the 8th house and my idea of love has transformed over the past few years. I'm a foodie, I love desserts, especially waffles and pancakes with a huge scoop of ice cream. I love blueberry cheesecake too.

If there's anymore information you require, please let me know. And Thank you so much for offering free readings, I'm grateful to claim one ✨

Also, I don't desire a private reading, you can post my ask on your feed and I'll drop a feedback :)

Thanks once again! Good day/night 💕💖

Hello!

Dear! You have followed the rules perfectly and you gave me so much information! I'm so grateful because I think it truly helped me so much with this reading. I must say that the words just flow in this one, there was no struggle for me to pick what the cards were trying to tell me. Whether it's accurate, that's a different question 😂 You'll be the judge of that. But I want to let you know that I truly enjoyed doing this reading as my intuition really felt easy flowing this time. I mean... with some people (regular and celebrities, too) I struggle to properly word the meanings I see in the cards but with you... It was so smooth. And while most readings take energy away from me, yours actually kinda cheered me up and energized me. There must be something special about your vibe so thank you for allowing me to bask in it through this reading. 😁💝

Anyway! Enough of pre-talk! See the cards bellow and your full reading when you expand the post.

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Spread / Question: Kinky Reading

Deck(s): Everyday Witch Tarot + Everyday Witch Oracle

Position - 9 of Pentacles

Lol! This card just screams a contented loner. You’re not very likely to play some games when it comes to relationships. You’re not really into sub/dom dynamics as you are not willing to boss others around or to be bossed by somebody else. You are happy the way you are. You are you, you are your own boss. You don’t even actually need to be in a romantic relationship to be happy. You are able to truly appreciate and cherish your own company. That doesn’t mean, you will never date anyone. But if you do, you are likely to maintain your healthy boundaries with the person and just make sure that the relationship is in no way toxic or abusive on either side. You know how to get along with people in a healthy and respectful way and you also know how to be alone and just cozy in your own company. Some people are terribly dull when they are not in a relationship, like they don’t know what to do if they don’t have a partner to do things with… You’re not one of those people. You have your interests and your hobbies. If you can find your mutual, great! You will happily share your days with them. If there’s no one to follow your requirements at the moment, you’re perfectly happy on your own and you can wait. You’re not very likely to just start dating someone for the mere sake of dating. You have your standards.

Libido - 2 of Cups

You mentioned it yourself that you’re not into physical intimacy and the cards confirm it. You’re likely a romantic person deep down, you said it yourself you like to imagine romance but the cards suggest you might prefer the emotional and spiritual connection to come first, before any physical contact. Honestly, I’m even getting the vibe of like a spiritual marriage in a sense you might meet someone you feel mentally, emotionally and spiritually close with, deep bond, but you might never actually get physical. I know it sounds a bit weird but I assume it can happen. If this is ringing no bell for you, just ignore it, I simply had to tell you what I’m sensing from the cards. On the other hand, if you meet your super special person, you might start to feel physical attraction to them and if you do, you’re likely to be more soft and vanilla about it. This card doesn’t really give a dominatrix vibe, lol. You’re likely to enjoy long sessions with your lover when you cook, eat, walk and talk together, holding hands and some soft kissing. You’re likely to take it slow in the relationship, really getting to know each other through and through emotionally and spiritually before you get physically intimate with each other.

Turn On - 7 of Cups

Lol! So many options and you just can’t pick one! It looks like you don’t really have your specific type yet. Either there’s no one who would come as physically attractive to you in a sense you would actually risk it and get physical with them, or… There are like many potentially attractive people but you only find some aspects attractive in them and none of those people tick all the boxes for you so you’re not really interested in dating any of them for real. Each of them has characteristics you dislike to the level you can’t imagine sharing your life with them. This card can also mean you are in love with someone (or many) who is not real or accessible. Typically those can be fictional characters or celebrities. You might be in love with Mr. Darcy (sorry, I’m old, Mr. Darcy is the ultimate perfect man for my generation, you can have a different idol) but you know he’s not real. And you can have a crush on a celebrity knowing you will never be able to date them but it’s still nice to imagine.

Kink - 2 of Pentacles + Follow your Dreams

With all that was said, it’s not a big surprise that you don’t really have settled for a kink of yours yet. You probably juggle with several ideas that appeal to you, you probably have looked into the options but… I can’t really see you being enthusiastic about trying one of the kinks in real life. Maybe with the right person you will one day. The cards really hold that potential. Just like the young wizard getting ready to jump out of the window and fly on the broom, you’re currently looking into options and getting ready, still safely in your own headspace. And just like the two of pentacles card, you’re balancing and judging the options. It’s only up to you if you will shift to one option or not. It’s up to you whether you will actually ride the broom or stay in the room and sweep instead. Lol… That’s both a metaphor and an actual suggestion. I mean… the floor can never be too clean, right? Anyway! I wanted to mention at least some of the kinks coming into consideration but I seriously can’t pick here. I mean, both cards depict a solitary person, in one card it’s a day time, in the other it’s a night time, so you probably don’t have a preference on when to make love. The Two of Pentacles is outdoors, the oracle card is indoors… Seriously, I can’t pick a kink up from these. I’m sorry.

Dirty Secret - Ace of Swords + Prayers and Wishes

Your cards are so incredibly clear with their messages, it’s insane! Do you often catch yourself daydreaming and imagining romantic scenarios? Do you play dialogues with your imaginary sweethearts in your head? Do you sometimes know you’re going to stay home but still dress up pretty and make yourself look nice just in case a rain drenched hunk in see through wet white shirt knocks on the door and asks you for help? Okay… this one is maybe my fantasy but you get where I’m going. Your dirty secret is that you’re probably a very pure and decent person in real life, all the dirt and spice are happening in your imagination and fantasy. You’re likely to imagine, dream and wish for someone really special to come into your life so you can fall in love with them because you’re a romantic soul. While you really crave this to happen one day (or maybe it already did happen recently), you’re still sensible enough to keep your standards. The Ace of Swords suggests not only a superior imagination (do you perhaps write stories or fanfics?) but also a clear mind. Once again, the people are alone on the cards which suggests you are an individualist. You have a strong persona. You don’t need to lower your expectations and you will know when your prince in shining armour arrives.

[blueinkedfrost]

I wonder if Lucy and Robert are both the sort of people who like domestic disagreement and excitement. Lucy chooses to fight Elinor and I think she enjoyed herself doing so. Robert makes huge drama out of toothpick cases, I think he likes having a clever and quick-tempered wife who makes life more interesting for him.

(I love your Austen posts!)

Young Marianne Ferrars, keeping a polite smile on her face, sighed inwardly as her Great-Uncle Robert began another interminable story. At eighty-eight, still spry enough to be wheeled about in a bath-chair, he rarely missed a social gathering or a chance to tell a long and improper story about his youth. "M'wife ... dashed fine woman she was, sharp as anything, prettiest filly in all the town, by Jove! Kept me up to the mark, never missed a chance to make something of me. Needed a clever woman like her to manage me. Dash it if we didn't spar like cat and dog, up and down the stairs, then make up the quarrel for the fun of it all! Eight children, five strapping boys ... dashed and double-dashed wastes of money, income-taxes being what they are ... But m'wife was the finest, I chose the best article possible. I stole her from out under my brother's nose! They were by way of being engaged, a silly boy-and-girl affair that went against my mother, you know, then I went to act as ambassador-in-chief. Settle it with diplomacy and tact and all that rot, what. But when I saw the girl it was all over for me. I talked the matter out with her, and straight away she stopped fancying my brother and set her eyes - ahem! Robert-ward. There was goose-faced Edward, not an ounce of fashion or half a word in him, and then there was on the other hand me - quite the beau as I was then, I can tell you now. How could I disappoint a lady? M' Lucy and I rushed off to the minister quiet and quick as anything, and no one knew a thing until the knot was tied safer than twenty wild horses could pull it apart, ha! That's what a clever man does, he wins the lady. And then 'twas Lucy's sense taught me to make good friends with the mater afterwards, so we weren't left short of tin for the honeymoon. She was a comfort to my mother and a fine wife to me, and I'd rather have her back than not ... and a widower can't say fairer than that.

Now where is my dashed toothpick-case, Wilson? You'll want to see this, the latest from Brompton Road, a custom order ...

How do you think Lucy Steele and Robert Ferrars's future looks like beyond the novel?

We know from the novel what their future holds:

Lucy became as necessary to Mrs. Ferrars, as either Robert or Fanny; and while Edward was never cordially forgiven for having once intended to marry her, and Elinor, though superior to her in fortune and birth, was spoken of as an intruder, she was in every thing considered, and always openly acknowledged, to be a favourite child. They settled in town, received very liberal assistance from Mrs. Ferrars, were on the best terms imaginable with the Dashwoods; and setting aside the jealousies and ill-will continually subsisting between Fanny and Lucy, in which their husbands of course took a part, as well as the frequent domestic disagreements between Robert and Lucy themselves, nothing could exceed the harmony in which they all lived together. -Ch 50

I think this is one of the things a lot of people fail to grasp about this novel: Lucy did not get a happy ending. This paragraph is dripping so much sarcasm there is a sigh telling you not to slip in the puddle.

Robert and Lucy fight with each other constantly. They hate Fanny and John (who hate them back) and they are continually fighting with them. Lucy maintains a no-shame suck-up campaign with Mrs. Ferrars and "wins" by becoming the favourite child. An honour that Elinor and Edward would consider an insult (they were never insulted by her real favour and preference Ch 50). And they all live together like that for who knows how long because you know Mrs. Ferrars is going to live to 100 fueled entirely by spite.

Lucy got what she wanted, she's rich, she'll probably inherit a large slice of Mrs. Ferrars's fortune someday, but at what cost? She isn't happy and she likely never will be. The true winner is living in a parsonage, with a husband she loves, and around £1000/year, which is her idea of wealth. Elinor Dashwood is happy and wants for nothing. Lucy lost.

(The one thing I would really like to know is what happened to poor Anne!)

[tired-teacher-blog]

I saw this earlier, and I had to drop everything to write it down. I'm dedicating this to my bestie whose tags on this post inspired me @aizawas-non-right-foot I love you so much sweetheart ❤️

Title : Carry my baby

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ fluff/ Imagine

Trigger warning (I guess) : Breeding kink

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Okay but imagine..

You and Shōta have been married for almost three years, the happiest of both your lives.

You live together in your cozy little love-filled apartment that you wouldn't trade for any riches in the planet.

Your world is brimful with wonderful friends, fulfilling jobs, and most importantly, with one another. It's all you ever wanted, and it's all you'll ever need.

However, there is one tiny thing that would turn your joyous existence into perfection, something that you have never talked about until today.

_ "Are you sure about this y/n?"

You wait until he places his book on the nightstand before straddling him, and he wastes no time nuzzling your neck and sneaking his fingers under your shirt to caress the tender skin of your belly and fondle your exposed thighs.

_ "I am! I've never been more sure of anything in my life Shōta." you push him against the headboard and give him a stern look to prove your point.

_ "I would love that," he smiles tenderly, eyes meeting yours in a doting gaze, "I've always wanted you to be the mother of my child, even before we got married."

_ "Really?! You've been thinking about it for that long?" you cradle his cheeks as you practically shriek.

_ "Yeah yeah I know, it's lame isn't it?" he lowers his gaze and you can clearly see a hint of the blush dusting his skin.. adorable.

_ "No it's not," you place a small kiss on his nose, "it's sweet, just like you."

He chuckles, but he's obviously still embarrassed with his revelation, "we were a bit young when we got married, and at the time you were new at work and still trying to figure things out, and it didn't feel right to overwhelm you with something huge like having a baby," his arms sneak around your waist and pull you closer to him, "we're married after all, and we have a life time ahead of us."

Your lips capture his as soon as he stops talking. This man, your man manages to make you fall in love with him deeper each passing day, and you never miss the chance to remind him of what he means to you:

_ "My everything.." and you don't care how silly uttering such words would make you sound, you mean them and you'll keep repeating them until the day you die.

You melt in his hold as you feel him smiling against your lips, and open your mouth to welcome his smooth tongue in.

Your fingers lace themselves through his raven locks as you unconsciously roll your hips against his bulge.

It seems to surprise him, and he abruptly breaks the kiss, leaving you whining as you follow his lips.

_ "Are you really sure about this honey? This is your last chance to reconsider."

_ "I'm sure, I don't want to postpone it any longer, I want to have your baby Shōta, someone you and I can love and raise together, please.. impregnate me."

You feel him twitching underneath you after moaning your last words, he will not waste anytime fulfilling your desire, and his.

Your shirt goes flying across the room, and your bra follows it right after, leaving you only in your underwear.

_ "Gorgeous.." your husband growls, cupping your breasts and fondling your nipples as he trails butterfly kisses along your cleavage before latching onto your perky teats.

You tilt your head back and bite down on your lip while still grinding on top of him.

_ "Shōta.. that feels so good." you're out of breath already, but you're craving his touch.

He flips you on your back and peels off his own shirt and sweatpants before settling between your legs and attacking your lips again.

His kisses are hungry, eager and demanding, and you can't keep up with him.

His lips move down, nibbling on your neck and sucking a perfect red mark on your collarbone.

_ "Shōta.. I'm going to have.. a hard time.. covering that tomorrow." you mean to scold him, but all that comes out of you is a whine.

_ "Don't worry babe, I'll strangle whoever dares to look at you." he's obviously joking, and his seriousness makes it even funnier.

You giggle softly and the kisses on your tummy stop as he lifts his head up and gives you a quizzical look.

_ "I love you Shōta." that's all you want to say, and his response comes soon after as he smiles tenderly and kisses your belly again and again and again, whispering "I love you more" between soft pecks.

He travels down further until he's mere centimeters away from your pussy, and you squeeze your eyes shut while biting the back of your hand when he pulls down your panties and places gentle kisses along your lower lips.

He rests your legs on top of his shoulders and dives in like a hungry dog. His tongue licks around your clit before sucking hard, and his hands move up to search for yours. You release the skin between your lips and intertwine your fingers with his.

_ "Shōta! Slow down I'm gonna cum!" you tighten your hold on his fingers and arch your back when his slick tongue fucks your pussy mercilessly.

But then it all stops..

He sits up, licking his lips and smirking seductively.

_ "Not yet honey, not before I fill you up with my seeds," he places a hand on your tummy, "not until I make sure you're nice and pregnant,"

You are speechless, and you are barely able to wait until he fulfills his promise.

He removes his boxers and you gulp at the sight that you will never get used to, no matter how many times you see.

His raging hard cock bounces up proudly and you watch eagerly as your husband pumps it a few times before alligning himself with your cunt and rubbing the smooth head against your folds, "I can't wait to see your round belly," he grunts and your pussy flutters at his words.

He pushes in gently, leaning all his weight on top of you, and stealing your lips in a deep slow kiss.

He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into your core and swallowing all your whimpers.

You dig your nails in his back and spread your legs wider for him.

His thrusts become faster and deeper, licking your cervix with each push of his hips.

_ "I will put a baby in you.. fuck.. you will be the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world.. mine."

_ "Yes! Yes! Shōta don't stop! I'm cumming!" his words drive you insane, and his thrusts push you closer to your blissful ending.

He's throbbing inside of you, a sign of his own nearing orgasm, "together honey.. ugh.. let's cum together."

You tighten up around him and cry out his name before throwing your head back as your pussy quivers around his shaft.

His thrusts become erratic and he fucks you throughout your orgasm until he reaches his own release, coating your gummy walls with his pearly seeds.

But even then he doesn't pull out, he keeps his cock buried deep inside of your fluttering cunt, "make sure not to waste a drop honey." he chuckles lazily before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

_ "Even if I do, you'll fuck me again, and again, and again, until I'm carrying your baby." you whisper seductively and nibble on his earlobe.

_ "Fuck.. why are you doing this to me?" he kisses you again, deeper this time, stealing your breath away.

_ "I love you y/n, more than you know."

_ "I love you too Shōta, my everything."