#One Hundred Ways to Say 'I Love You'

[wtfuckevenknows]

9 or 83 for ILY prompt pleaseu

Guess who's back, back again 😬

I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but the words flowed and I wrote 4.2k words in less than 48 hours somehow. If I'm allowed to say so myself, I think this might be my best work yet. ☺️🙃

As always, it still took a village. Thank you @noxsoulmate who helped with plot questions and rearranging a scene to make it work, @beautifulhigh who held my hand while I was editing and gave me English lessons & last but not least @paperstorm for beta-ing and making the whole thing pretty. Couldn't have done it without you guys ❤️😘

Here's a Sunday afternoon spent at Tia Lucy's featuring family time, TK being a thoughtful fiancé, Carlos' sisters teasing their brother and Carlos surprising TK with something wedding related. All in all just a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff.

9. “I saved a piece for you.”

Sundays at Tia Lucys have been a thing since Carlos was a teenager. His aunt on his dads side had taken over hosting after his abuela died when he was 13 years old. It’s a standing invitation; everyone in the family welcome, but no one actually expected to show up. If you can make it, great. If you can't, that's fine too.  Today he and TK are attending but Carlos is running late. Very late. They were supposed to arrive separately since TK was going straight from work and Carlos had to run an errand beforehand. An errand that should have taken him a couple of minutes tops, but now he’s going on three hours late.  He is very glad TK had taken the pineapple salsa and street corn salad; their offerings to the potluck this week. They had two separate family group chats, one for everyday messages, the other one specifically for coordinating who brings what to Sundays at Tia Lucy’s, and this week they were responsible for sides.  TK had goaded him into preparing big portions of both dishes so he could share some of it at the firehouse, and when Carlos opened the fridge this morning to grab himself something for breakfast, he discovered TK took both bowls with him when he left for his shift last night. Carlos would have distributed them into two different containers, one for the firehouse and one for the potluck, but his fiancé is a little chaos demon; right now though, Carlos is thankful he doesn't have the dishes with him.  

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[noecoded]

nicheposting asmo obey me but 2000s emo

[elumish]

I saw something a while ago about paranormal romance/why choose books being basically trad wife fantasies, and I have so many thoughts about that

[ruvviks]

Following the chilling conclusion of All That's Left's first season, Mac and Layla and their friends find themselves scattered across a divided Los Angeles a year after their successful return to town. Matrix Corp has taken control— "With humanity's best interest in mind"— but with our protagonists' knowledge of Opportunity's destruction and Houston's unexpected fall, they know better than to trust the corporation and its near military-sized security force. Closed district gates separate them from one another and a new threat lurks just outside the city's walls— but resistance is on the rise, and it is only a matter of time before truth comes out. [SEASON ONE HERE]

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@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree;

@kanos, @swordcoasts, @ordinarymaine, @claudiawolf, @strafethesesinners

[moonpaw]

Fighting DEMONS rn trying not to get invested in one piece to figure out wtf you're posting about!!!!

come here cyber.... we have this thang

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[a-blip-of-billdip]

this isnt what i usually post on this blog but I'm already sick of all the memes and 'jokes'. I am almost certainly leaving the fandom for good now because of the book of bills release and NO it is not because billford's community has an influx of supporters.

So the worship and romanticization of asylums and other abusive practices for mental health have been steadily gaining traction in recent years, especially with the rise of tiktok's toxicity.

SO many people, especially younger people, regularly talk about how they want lobotomies or how women they don't like should be lobotomized. They get tattoos of lobotomy like it's some quirky fun thing and not one of the most horrific tortures someone can endure.

These same people, ESPECIALLY leftists, will look at anyone they disagree with or don't like and say "get institutionalized, loser" or "et therapy" and it's always in a mocking way. it's always in a policing way.

because these people know that mental wards strip everyone of their freedom and their bodily autonomy. they know these places arent for healing--theyre for silencing.

So the amount of people i see treating bill being institutionalized like a good thing---even the writers and alex himself?

Yeah. Im out ✌🏼

[mad-hunts]

[doctorweebmd]

a really nice comment on 'nothing else fills' made me actually reread it for like, the first time in its entirety and.

wow. its... actually really good. like. i teared up multiple times and i'm the one that wrote it. why was i so mean to myself about it.

[icewindandboringhorror]

If you became super rich and could design your own house, but could only add THREE unnecessary/random/expensive home additions (like how people will have bowling alleys, movie theatres, closets with museums of shoes, car display rooms, spa rooms, wine cellars, etc. in their mansions) - what three would you choose?

[valvesoftware]

breakups are so fucking weird. three years and just like that it's gone. huh

[wtfuckevenknows]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Look at me participating for once, because I actually have something to offer.

You're getting 7+1 sentences from the One Hundred Ways to Say 'I Love You' prompt I finished yesterday and that I have not yet touched today for a 5326739639 edit (go me) 😂

When he finally steers the Camaro onto the road of the ranch just outside the Austin city limits he’s immediately filled with a sense of belonging. It has always been one of Carlos' favorite places in the entire world. He might not have liked going away; his mom was right, he did get homesick both times they took him out of the city; but he has always loved coming to the ranch.  The peace and quiet that comes with being outside the city. Being surrounded by nature and animals. His body being in motion, whether that be helping out with the physical work around the ranch or riding the horses. Sitting on the swing seat in front of the pond with a book in his hands, getting lost in a fantasy world. Hours upon hours spent in the kitchen with his abuela, family recipes being handed down.

No pressure tags: @three-drink-amy @thebumblecee @heartstringsduet @detective-giggles @noxsoulmate @goodways @bonheur-cafe @noxsoulmate @liminalmemories21 @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @paperstorm (give the people some a firehouse snippet, pleeeaaase)

[neonganymede]

Love and nurture, Nikolai!!! Love and nurture, Nikolai!!!

[whimsicalcotton]

also i Did find a triple layer to be feral about

[donnatroyyyy]

Batman has/had some kind of miscommunication going on with every single one of his kids. The bat family is just one big miscommunication trope after the other.

[beedreamscape]

The ai discourse in fanfic writing only exists because people view fics as products for consumption and not works of art.

The same curse that plagues visual artists, youtubers, musicians, etc etc is starting to creep into fandom circles, because people don't appreciate the art form that is writing as much as they gobble almost mindlessly work after work without absorbing. It's almost like the high of binging a series and being left numb after is done, realizing you didn't savoured the story as much as just simply rushed to the end.

Fic writers will never work as fast as some stupid ai does. It's a labor of love that will, for the great majority, earn us no money or notoriety. The minimum any writer wants is connection and respect.

[shinidamachu]

CHAPTER TEN: Can I Have This Dance?

SUMMARY: “and I’d choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” – Kiersten White. For each chapter, a prompt from the One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You list. WORDS: 1.570 GENRE: fluff FANDOM: Inukag FORMAT: multichapter ALSO FOUND ON: AO3

Kagome was many, many things. That much, Inuyasha knew.

Impossibly kind, of course, was one of them. 

He had heard of kindness before, even held it for a while, back when he didn’t know just how easily it could slip through his fingers. Then he grew to learn he wasn’t worthy of it and figured if he didn’t deserve it, neither did everyone else.

Kagome, however, had different ideas. Her kindness was a miracle thrusted upon a non believer. He dared not to pray for it, mocked the ones who had faith such a thing even existed, but experiencing it firsthand still brought him to his knees at the end of the day. To share her generosity with the world so freely was bold, if a little naive. To share her generosity with the likes of him? It was nothing short of incredible.

Add courageous to the list. Kagome was so, so brave, it surprised and scared him in the very same amount. It was a strange balance between reverent pride and inadequate fright, because she was his to protect and yet not his at all.

She was smart, too. Or at least one might say she was. Inuyasha wouldn’t. A smart girl would have left long ago without thinking twice when he offered the chance. A smart girl wouldn’t keep on coming back. And he could have never, ever blamed her for it.

Gorgeous. There was no denying that she was. Even though, for reasons Inuyasha wasn’t quite ready to explore, he couldn’t help but deny it, especially to himself.

And sure, after a lot of practice — and a whole lot of failure — the girl became a formidable fighter with a bow on her hand and some arrows in her quiver.

Yes, Kagome was many, many things. 

But she wasn’t at all graceful. In fact, Kagome was the type of person to stumble over her own two left feet. On flat surfaces. Constantly.

Then why couldn’t he take his eyes off of her? Why were they so obstinate on following her every fumbling move as she danced — tried to dance — with the villagers in this silly little festival of theirs?

If Inuyasha had it his way, they would never have stopped for that sort of useless distraction, not when they were in the middle of a world changing quest. Staying put did nothing to nudge them towards their goal, nor did it soothe that feeling inside, urging him to keep going, reminding him that he wasn’t allowed to waste time, that the enjoyment of the simplest things caused a false sense of security he couldn’t afford, a happiness he wasn’t permitted.

Besides, bad things always seemed to happen whenever he decided to stay around humans — other than his own — for too long. Still, it was four against one. Again. And Inuyasha had to admit: the prospect of warm, seasoned food wasn’t exactly unappealing.

The village was an explosion of vibrant colors, cheerful sounds and appetizing smells. Inuyasha didn’t know or cared about what there was to celebrate. The plan was short and clear. Eat. Get some rest. Then leave at first light.

That was until Kagome thought it was a good idea to drag Shippo to the direction where the music was coming from.

To Inuyasha’s surprise, not a single nose twitched. Nobody screamed obscenities or ran for the hills. Shippo’s presence was welcomed into the dancing crowd like he was just another person. Like it didn’t matter who he was, what he was.

But Inuyasha remained grounded. 

He had made that mistake once or twice: letting his guard down, thinking it might be different this time around, only to pay the price at the end. 

Although Shippo was a demon, a seemingly inoffensive kid didn’t pose as much of a threat as Inuyasha, with his sharp claws and fangs. The best course of action was to not push his luck and keep a low profile. That way, they could co-exist in relative peace.

Worst case scenario he would get to watch while Kagome danced.

He smirked.

Her unusual clothes made her stand out in an almost comical manner, but Inuyasha had no doubt he’d recognize her anywhere, anytime, even if they didn’t give her away. 

There were flowers all over Kagome’s wild hair, their soft shades contrasting with her dark onyx. She was doing her best to keep up and, ever the fast learner, was struggling considerably less to do so now than at the beginning. Barefoot, Kagome would laugh at any missed steps and fall right back in the rhythm, delighted to merely be there, trying.

It was a sight to behold, the way she inadvertently brightened the entire place, the way she captured the attention of everyone present without even meaning to.

“Enjoying the view, I see.”

“Fuck off,” Inuyasha replied, pushing Miroku’s suggestive face away, promptly returning his gaze to Kagome.

Their eyes locked and she smiled, enthusiastically waving for him to join her. Inuyasha refused the offer with a shake of head that held more politeness than he usually would care to show for anyone else, flattered that she’d even thought to ask.

Kagome rolled her eyes good-naturedly and went back to dancing, knowing him too well to act surprised.

“It’s not chivalrous to deny a dance to a lady.”

“Good ‘cause I ain’t no gentleman.”

“Just dance with her already. You know you want to.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Leave him alone, Monk,” Sango finally chimed in, “he obviously doesn’t have the guts.”

Inuyasha scowled at her, coming dangerously close to taking the bait, but recognized it for what it was in time.

“This isn’t gonna work, ya know?”

“Well, then maybe this will.”

Sango pushed him and suddenly Inuyasha found himself surrounded by swirling villagers. His brain went into overload, desperate to decide what would be less mortifying: slowly retreating and giving Sango the satisfaction of calling him a coward or… dancing.

That’s when Kagome saw him — her contagious smile growing into a full beam — and reached for him. So he opted for what felt right, for what felt natural.

He went to her.

Inuyasha was painfully aware of how stupid he looked. How was it possible to feel more comfortable fighting demons twice his size than following a goddamn choreography?

Against all odds, he persisted, determined to cross the distance between them. Only every time they got close, the steps demanded them to move in opposite directions.

A lot of clapping, swinging and twisting later, Inuyasha was at the verge of giving up when, by some miracle, they got face to face. His excitement lasted all of the two seconds it took for the music to end and the crowd to disperse. They stood there, a tad bit breathless, a tad bit awkward. Inuyasha scratched his head while she blushed, both avoiding eye contact at any costs. Kagome mumbled something about finding Shippo and left him wondering if she was as disappointed as he felt.

Everything went smoothly and uneventfully from there. Miroku and Sango had the decency to keep their mouths shut and the food was, indeed, fantastic. They set camp on the outskirts of the village — there were no huts available, so Miroku didn’t even try to pretend that granting them the Shogun’s quarters was essential to eradicate the supposedly great evil that lurked the area — and bathed on the nearby river, where Inuyasha was headed.

His friends had turned in for the night, but sleep evaded him. Every time he closed his eyes, Kagome was there, dancing like a dream: beautiful and just out of his reach. His mind made a point out of burning the images to memory and replaying them in the sweetest kind of torture.

He was filling Kagome’s canteens with water, figuring it would be wise to use his restlessness to get at least one chore out of the way come morning, when his ears twitched at the unmistakable sound of her approach.

“Inuyasha?”

“Hey! Watcha doin’ up?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Refilling.”

“Is that so?” He didn’t reply, so after a pause she continued, “I had fun earlier.”

“Yeah, I know.” Inuyasha cleared his throat, then confessed, “me too.” Even though I’m not supposed to, he mentally added.

“Can I have this dance?”

That caught him completely off guard. Inuyasha genuinely thought their chance had passed. 

Kagome took the canteen out of his grasp and put it safely on the ground, his heart lapping furiously at the accidental brush the gesture caused. She reached her hand again, the same way she did before, waiting for his answer.

Inuyasha tilted his head.

“There’s no music.”

“I don’t mind, I just… I wanted to dance with you today.”

It was all he needed to hear in order to get up and take her warm hand with his cold, wet one, watching as she ever so gently interlocked their fingers without seeming to care.

They looked at each other, their noses nearly touching until Kagome set the pace, using their connected hands to spin herself away from him only to then step back into his hold, her cheeks now against his chest, her other palm resting on his shoulder. Inuyasha snaked an arm around her waist and they swayed in place under the moonlight.

It was nothing like the gleeful moves from the villagers, but in that stolen moment, Inuyasha swore. 

He could hear music.

A/N.: written for @inuvember and dedicated to @goshinote as a very belated birthday gift. This was heavily inspired by that one scene in Tangled, with a touch of Delena at the end. Hope you guys enjoy.