#Some days are like tissue lame

[20dollarlolita]

Definitely not the most coherent or coordinated coord, but I made that skirt in 2014 or 2015 out of things found at an estate sale. Total cost was $1.25. It's got a very special place in my budget lolita heart. I also love that I have handmade items that are approaching 10 years old now and that I still can wear.

If I wasn't absolutely exhausted, I'd probably wear a blouse instead of a cutsew, but I wanted the comfort and the ability to move freely. I also just watched Kamikaze Girls, and was inspired by Momoko's white headbow. Didn't work out quite right, but I can assure you that no one at the mall food court seemed to care.

There's a weird element of being both physically disabled and having a lifelong chronic mental illness that I didn't understand until recently. It's very easy for me to make exceptions for one, and not give the other the care that it deserves. Some days are like cotton, comfortable and easy to breathe, but care is needed to get the wrinkles out and make it look good. And some days are like polyester, where wrinkles aren't an issue but you might feel like you're crushed and in a trash bag.

Friend is FrilledCriminal on instagram.

[izvmimi]

cw: reader and tanjiro are engaged. tanjiro gets roped into an unfamiliar marriage custom. fluff. fem!reader.

When Tanjiro said he was willing to do anything for you, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. 

The cloth Genya decided to tie around his nose is a little too tight for his liking, and it doesn’t help that in addition to that, his nostrils are stopped up with more additional scraps of cotton than he’d like. The intention is to block his sense of smell which he understands is practically cheating, but it's disorienting feeling like he can’t breathe through anything but his mouth, and the tissue is shoved up so far he can practically feel it tickling his brain.

But he can endure it. For you. 

Tanjiro sucks in lungfuls of air through his mouth, then slowly breathes out before deciding to reset his thoughts with a smile. Genya looks directly in his face, then smirks, while Zenitsu, despite his blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion, takes the time to adjust Tanjiro’s hair tousled slightly out of place by Genya’s ‘aggressive’ helping, then shakes his head.

“This is a weird ritual,” he finally admits.

Inosuke, who’s found a place on to lay comfortably and lazily on the tatami despite all the other young men in some sort of reasonable sitting position, laughs loudly. 

“That’s what I said!” he yells, forgetting all about an indoor voice. He shoots up like a board, then points directly at Tanjiro, who has risen by now, trying to shake off his sudden nerves. “She already agreed to marry you, so what’s the point of all this, Gonpachiro!!!! Just take her and run before she changes her mind!”

Tanjiro takes another breath, forgetting his voice is nasal now, then huffs.

“She said it’d make her feel more at home, so I might as well.”

Genya rolls his eyes, but knows he’d do the same. Giyuu and Sanemi, older than the rest of the men in the room and as such, less naturally rowdy, exchange a look. 

“So what’s the punishment if you can’t pick her out in a line-up?” Giyuu asks. “The engagement is over?”

Tanjiro pales quickly at the thought, then shakes his head.

“According to the custom, I just have to pay a fine to her parents.”

Zenitsu shakes his head while Inosuke bursts out laughing. “Like hell I would-” Inosuke starts, but Zenitsu slaps his hand over his mouth. 

“She doesn’t have parents here,” Giyuu reminds him, the look in his cool blue eyes less inquisitive than it is expositional. Tanjiro nods.

“Lame if there aren’t any stakes,” Genya points out, picking lint off of his jacket. “Other than looking like a dumbass, I guess.”

Sanemi gives him a glance, then grins before looking back at Tanjiro.

“How about I beat you to death if you mess up?”

His eyes gleam wildly at the opportunity while Tanjiro purses his lips to the side, ignoring Genya who at the same time offer to help his older brother.

“Are you going to let go of any opportunity to injure me?”

Sanemi runs his hands through his white hair, still smirking to himself as he immediately replies, “absolutely not.”

Tanjiro sighs, but his attention is turned when his younger sister finds her way to the entrance where the young men sit and wait prior to the ceremony. Nezuko is radiant as usual, her raven hair pulled back into a neat bun and her dark pink eyes practically luminescent. Tanjiro can already feel Zenitsu’s awed stare at her, but these days he’s quieter about how much he desires her out of a mature fondness now that he too is marriageable age. Nezuko smiles as she looks upon the men in the room, and more so as she appraises how nice her brother looks. 

The haori he wears today is nothing like his simple checkered one, dark green and laced with swirls of gold, complimentary to the burgundy tones of his hair, and despite his face being wrapped up in a makeshift mask to prevent him from sniffing out his bride, he remains handsome as usual. She adjusts the haori himo, slipping a couple of wisteria flowers within the string to accent the knot.

It’s not his wedding day yet, but he will still look wonderful. 

“Are you all ready?” Nezuko asks. She smiles to herself as Tanjiro nods quickly and is the first to follow her out in the courtyard, the rest of the young men filing out behind her. Nezuko stands in pace with her brother, and squeezes his hand gently as they make their way to the decorated clearing where the ceremony will take place.

“You won’t mess up. You’ll know Neechan immediately,” she reassures him. 

He’d tell Nezuko that it’s too early for her to call you that, but in some ways, she probably knew that you and her would become family even before he did. 

Instead, Tanjiro smiles warmly at her, letting his fingers and hers exchange places to squeeze hers instead. You and Nezuko’s hands are different, naturally, but the warmth is similar because your hearts are similarly kind by nature. It’s comforting; despite from being thousands of miles away, separated for greater than a century, you remind him of home. 

—

Your heart races, shrouded in the light weight of a woven silk sheet. 

You’re not the only woman in this kneeling position; in fact, you are just one of six women arranged in a six-point star-shape in a small clearing beneath the bloom of plum blossom petals. Mitsuri, Kanao, your two best friends, and even Shinobu were willing to play along with you, dressed up in the same kimono, their heads and shoulders covered, and hands obscured in long sleeves set before themselves as they wait for the men to arrive. Everyone is quiet and perfectly still, although you know Mitsuri is trying her hardest to hold in her giggles, and Shinobu might get up and leave to go do something much more useful with her time any minute, and you wonder what the outcome will be of all this. 

You’re not exactly sure why you roped him into this or why Tanjiro even agreed to your nonsense, but there’s something you need to prove. Something about fate, something about an attraction that transcends an enamored gaze or a heightened sense of smell or touch. Something that proves to you that the draw between you, the metaphorical thread that has linked you across time and space is not something you’ve imagined.

Or perhaps you just find it romantic that he’d know you anywhere. 

But what if he doesn’t?

Hinatsuru did your makeup differently from the rest - an extra layer of gold dusted on your eyes, a deeper red on your lips. Wisteria is woven into your hair unlike the rest, and on your hands a red string is woven between your two pinky fingers. If he chooses you, you’ll untie one end and link it to his. An additional promise to love him forever. 

You’ve already said yes, you’ve already said yes.

Makio continues to play the koto as you take deep breaths and you can hear Tengen and Rengoku laughing loudly with the rest of the growing crowd, Suma telling her giggling toddler to stay still, soft, awkward footsteps following giggles. Gyomei is probably praying and if Obanai could figure out which one of the shrouded women is you, he’d probably have you strung up on the highest mountain peak for dragging his wife into this.

Now you can hear the men approaching, Inosuke and Zenitsu’s bickering the loudest, but you can sense that Tanjiro is near even if he’s quiet and moves stealthily. Perhaps it’s your love for him, perhaps it’s his presence that you can’t ignore, or perhaps it’s the fact that he shines so bright you can feel the warmth of his soul any time he’s near.

You remain perfectly still as Makio’s koto playing comes to a halt. Nezuko sings and passes between the six of you, a chill running through your spine as she taps each of your shoulders. You remain silent.

You can’t see Tanjiro set his eyes immediately on you, because if you did, your heart would be tranquil. Instead you keep yourself from shaking, the blood pumping through your veins quickly, your ears warming.

Even if he can’t pick you out in disguise, he still chose you. He wants you. You will spend the rest of your lives together, no matter what. 

“Thank you for sharing your custom, ___.”

Gyomei offers a short speech to explain what will be happening in the gathering, although the guests do know, enough so that even Urokodaki, who acts as a surrogate parent to the surviving Kamados is invited, and will be watching Tanjiro make his decision.

You think of the embarrassment if he ended up picking Kanao, despite the fact that it means nothing in the grand scheme of things, then think of the sheer pandemonium if Tanjiro were to unveil Mitsuri and almost break your cover.

Focus. 

“Don’t embarrass yourself, Tanjiro. Sniff her out! Oh right,  you can’t!”

Inosuke’s heckles get a laugh from the crowd for once.

“Choose fucking wisely,” you hear Sanemi say, followed by the crack of his knuckles. The menacing tone to his voice also threatens to floor you in laughter, and you wonder if your friend will hold back her demand for him to be nice or blow her own cover.

“Enough harrassment,” Tanjiro finally defends himself. You can’t hear him move, but you somehow, can see someone, probably him moving in the faint shadows of your shroud.

Don’t be wrong, you tell yourself, then you quickly remind yourself, he wouldn’t be.

You’re meant to be. 

“Hey.”

You hold your breath as Tanjiro settles on his knees before you, his hands closing around the edges of your shroud, and flipping the cloth up - quickly, confidently, almost defiantly. 

Eye to eye, you watch him smile as he cups your face, rough hands so gentle, so loving on your warming cheeks. The koto slows to a stop again.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, love practically dripping off his lips.

“You found me so quickly,” you whisper back, as your eyes mist. The onlookers watch as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Of course I did, I’d never lose sight of you even for a moment.”

And just like that, Hinatsuru’s hard work on your face is laid to waste; the koto plays again, heartily, your makeshift clones toss their veils and the crowd erupts in happy cheers.

[cottonlemonade]

When You’ve Lost Your Mom

word count: 1195 || avg. reading time: 5 mins

pairing: Tsukishima x gn chubby!Reader (feat. Karasuno Team)

genre: comfort

warnings: grieving your mom

synopsis: the boys are there for you

Tsukki didn’t pay attention. Instead he stared at the empty chair in front of him, twirling a pen in his long fingers as the teacher in front kept going on and on about something he had already understood an hour ago.

A poking finger on his arm brought him back to the present. Yamaguchi nodded in the teacher’s direction who had obviously asked a question and picked Tsukki to answer it, which he did with ease, and then went back to focusing on the chair.

It had been a week since you’d been to school. The few texts he had sent remained unanswered and he wondered if you were sick or mad at him for something. Baka, you should tell him if something was up. He watched a leaf being carried on a breeze outside, annoyed that he had to sit in class without you. Club activities were canceled for today. Maybe he could drop by your place once class was over. As a kind of wellness check, he told himself. But maybe you were avoiding him. But what had he done? He rifled through your last couple of conversations in his mind. He hadn’t treated you any differently, he thought. He had snatched up your cocoa to exchange it for his strawberry milk like he usually did, he had made a comment about the messiness of your locker last week. You had caught him staring a couple of times but none of that was out of the ordinary. Annoyance turned into frustration. And then the bell rang. And so did his phone. Pulling it out from under his desk he felt his heart do a silly little flip when he saw your name on the display and amongst the chattering students ready for their day’s end he picked up.

“Hey, y/n. About time you-”, he stopped when he heard a sob, “Y/n?”

Yamaguchi stood next to him, slowly packing his things.

It was difficult to make out what you said next - he held his other hand to his ear to drown out the noise of the classroom.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Can… could… could you come over, please?”

Out of breath, he rang your doorbell when Yamaguchi, wheezing behind him, closed the garden gate.

A grandmother opened the door.

“Yes, dear?”

Tsukki straightened, inadvertently towering over the small elderly woman in the process.

“Is y/n-san here?”, he asked politely.

“Why yes. Come in, come in. Have some tea, dears.”

The two boys entered and took off their shoes, standing a little awkwardly around in the entryway. He had been to your house a few times in the past to study. At first glance nothing seemed amiss. A bucket of water with a rag and a duster leaning against it, indicated that the grandmother had obviously been in the midst of cleaning.

“Y/n-chan is upstairs, the poor little darling. Terrible thing to lose a mother. I remember when-” Tsukki didn’t let her finish and walked past her upstairs, leaving Yamaguchi to fend for himself.

A little clay sign, decorated with sakura blossoms swirling around your name marked your bedroom. A tray of untouched food, still steaming, was placed in front of it. He picked up the tray and knocked.

A bundle of blankets, shivered slightly as he closed the door behind him.

He had no idea what to do now. Placing the tray on the rather cluttered desk he went over to your bed.

“Y/n.”, he began.

The blanket moved and slowly a face emerged. It was evident you had been crying for quite some time. Tsukki felt weird for thinking that even with your puffy red eyes and nose you were still so pretty to him. He grabbed a packet of tissues from your bedside table, took out a little square and, after hesitating a moment, dabbed some tears away, before clearing his throat and handing the tissue to you.

“Thank you for coming.”, you said. Your voice was hoarse.

“No problem.”, he replied lamely.

Silence fell between you two.

Then you hugged him.

He felt your fingers gripping his shirt and a new wave of tears soaking the fabric.

What would Yamaguchi do?

He hugged you back. Arms tightly wrapping you.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” He felt ashamed that this was all he could come up with. “Your mom… I only met her a couple of times but from what you told me she seemed really great.”

More sobs and because he didn’t know what else to do he just stayed quiet, holding you like this.

Tsukki didn’t know how much time had passed when your breathing finally became deeper again. “The granny from downstairs made you some food.”, he kept hugging you as he nodded towards your desk. You looked up and followed his eyes.

“I’m not hungry.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Dunno.”, you mumbled.

“Then, at least have a bite of it. I’ll… I don’t know. I’ll eat with you?”

You raised a squinty brow and let out the first small chuckle you had in days at his awkwardness. Tsukki offered a little smile, glad he seemed to be on the right track. Giving your chubby form one more short squeeze he let go and retrieved the tray, before returning to you and setting it on his knees. You wiped your face on the sleeve of your sweater and looked over the tray. You really weren’t hungry but seeing Tsukki stiffly raise a fork with a speared slice of apple carved into a bunny to your lips made you open your mouth. The sweet tang of the fruit spread on your tongue and you slowly began to eat. Apple bunny after apple bunny was presented to you and when the little plate was cleared, Tsukki dipped a spoon into a bowl of stew. By now you were starving.

Many voices and even some quiet laughter wafted up from downstairs a few minutes later. By now the tray was cleared completely and Tsukki had listened intently to a sweet story you had been telling him about your mom. When a muffled crash sounding like a pot lid hitting the floor was followed by another round of laughter, you two exchanged a look and Tsukki said he’d go investigate. He was pleasantly surprised when you said you’d join him.

As you two headed downstairs you were met by quite a sight.

Yamaguchi, wearing pink long rubber gloves that went up to his elbows and a bandana in his hair, was doing the dishes while Suga expertly stacked mountains of food containers into your fridge. Your father, having obviously come home from work, was in deep conversation with Daichi and Asahi over on the couch. Noya and Tanaka were being instructed in the art of laundry folding by the granny in one corner and Kageyama and Hinata were in a heated discussion about how to properly stack pots and pans into a pantry. From a short glance into the cupboard Tsukki could tell they were both wrong.

But you laughed. You stood next to him holding your stomach, laughing. And Tsukki joined in.

a/n: the person who requested this suggested to upload it in case it could help someone else. I hope you, who are reading this during a hard time, could smile a little at the boys’ antics 🌱

[satforsatoru]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

➪ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢

warnings: brief, nondescriptive mention of throwing up

a/n: the end feels a little rushed but i've had in this in my drafts forever

A chest-rattling cough left you, one harsh enough that you collapsed backward onto your bed. You were supposed to be doing homework, but you’d had a virtually unshakeable cold, and it was making everything that much more difficult. 

Between classes, exorcizing curses, and extra work, you’d hardly had the time to recover and it had long since begun to take its toll. The buzzing of your phone broke you from your thoughts and you dug it out of your pocket with a pitiful sniffle. 

You weren’t surprised to see the text from your boyfriend, Megumi, especially since you’d been holed up in your room since classes had gotten out hours ago. His text, though short, radiated concern. 

‘Hey, is everything okay w you? You’ve been locking yourself in your room for the last few days… im getting worried.’

Ordinarily, his attention to you would make you swoon, but making him worry was the opposite of what you wanted. What you actually wanted was for your cold to go away quietly without anyone noticing. 

You were busy, but you couldn’t imagine that it compared to what Megumi faced, and you hated the idea of adding another thing to his plate when it was such a minuscule matter.

You quickly typed back a lame excuse about homework and how busy you were before tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. As you curled up with a soft wheeze, you rolled your eyes at the notion of studying. 

At this rate, nothing was getting done until tomorrow, most likely. You let your eyes close, hoping that when you awoke, you’d be feeling better. 

+

You shot up, wide awake before you could even process the act of waking up. Soft knocking cut through your daze, and you blinked, confused for a new reason. “Yn? Can I come in?” Megumi. Shaking your head to further orient yourself, you responded. “Come in!” 

As the door instantly realized that shaking your head had only made you more dizzy, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that now that your lover was already walking up to you. 

“Yn? I brought you some snacks and stuff… you’ve been really busy and I don’t remember you getting dinner,” Megumi murmured, holding out an adorable basket of fruits, crackers, a blanket, and face masks. 

You momentarily forgot your illness and quickly stood up to throw your arms around the ravenette’s neck. “You’re too sweet, love, I really appreciate it,” You grinned, leaning into him. Without even seeing his face, you knew that his cheeks were tinted pink as he held you close, but it only made him more endearing.

“It’s nothing,” he smiled, pulling away, “what are you working on?” You accepted the basket and turned to gesture to your (forgotten) work when it hit you. 

A wave of nausea washed over you, causing your head to spin and your stomach to churn. “Yn? Are you-” Before Megumi could even finish, you were stumbling over to your trashcan, bile rising quickly in your throat. 

You hardly made it in time, dropping to your knees just as you began to heave. Footsteps echoed behind you and then hands were holding back your hair and rubbing your back. 

“Shit, you’re okay, just breathe, love,” Megumi whispered, fear seeping into his voice. After what felt like an eternity the ordeal was over and you slumped backward into your boyfriend’s waiting arms. He tucked you into his chest and gently wiped your face with a tissue.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me, yeah?” He soothed, caressing your cheek, but his face turned stricken. “You’re burning up… have you been sick?” 

You averted your gaze, shame burning through you at not only throwing up in front of Megumi but also how quickly he saw right through you. “Just a little under the weather,” You mumbled, “I’m sorry you had to see that,” You added quietly.

Megumi scoffed, but not unkindly. “You should’ve told me, love. Have you taken anything? Well, I guess you haven’t since you haven’t even eaten,” He answered himself, looking right through you. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He asked suspiciously. 

You hesitated, but his eyes narrowed and you knew that there was no point in lying. “About a week,” You revealed. “That long-! Yn, why didn’t you say anything?” Megumi rushed, conflicted about what to do. 

“It’s just… everyone’s busy and has stuff to worry about, y’know? I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate. It really isn’t that big of a deal, I promise,” You insisted. 

“‘Not a big deal’?” Megumi echoed, frowning deeply, “Yn, you just threw up after being sick for a week. You don’t have to hide this stuff, especially not from me, okay? I don’t want you to be suffering all by yourself.” 

Not giving you a chance to make another excuse, he easily moved you to your bed and carefully laid you down. Guilt began to sit in your stomach like a pit as you watched Megumi mutter under his breath, no doubt creating a plan to help you.

“I don’t want to lecture you, especially not when you’re feeling like this, but… I don’t want you to think for a second that you’re just ‘another thing on my plate’,” Megumi started, lithe fingers caressing your cheek, “you’re my priority, always, I want to help you as much as I possibly can because I truly care about you, more than you can possibly understand,” He finished, leaning closer to you. 

You felt your cheeks warm and you nodded in understanding. “Sorry for disappearing on you,” You murmured. Still, Megumi looked somewhat relieved as he brushed a cool hand across your forehead. 

“I’m just glad I know now… stay put, I’m going to grab a couple things,” He mumbled, already heading toward the door. As much as you felt slightly guilty to derail his day, you couldn’t deny that it was nice to have him take care of you. 

A couple of minutes passed, and you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy and you were losing the battle against sleep. 

Just when you were about to truly give in to your exhaustion, a damp, cool towel was placed on your forehead. Your eyes blinked open, meeting familiar ones. “Feel good?” He questioned quietly. You nodded, lost in a deep yawn. 

“I brought some medicine for you to take, and then you can get some rest, okay?” Megumi decided, opening a small pill bottle. You sighed but relented and accepted the large-ish capsule and the glass of juice with a small ‘thanks’.

You quickly downed them both, but you couldn’t stop yourself from making a face at the gross aftertaste, to which Megumi let out a quiet laugh. “Not too much,” You huffed, but pulled him by the arm, contradicting your words. 

“Want me to stay while you rest?” He asked, sitting beside you on the bed. A resounding ‘yes’ rested on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to essentially trap him here, especially if he had other tasks to attend to. 

“I don’t mind, I’m kind of tired myself,” He added reassuringly. You pursed your lips, but when the back of his hand carefully caressed your cheek, the rest of your resolve crumbled. “If you insist,” You grinned.

The ravenette rolled his eyes, but joined you beneath the covers, nonetheless. For a few seconds, the two of you maneuvered around until you were comfortably tucked away in his chest. 

Megumi’s lips pressed against your forehead for a long moment and he held you closer to himself. “You’re important to me, okay? I want to be the first person you come to when things happen,” He whispered. 

You finally felt yourself truly relax now that you were right where you belonged. You managed a whispered ‘I love you’ before you succumbed to your exhaustion.

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey! Hope you're having a fab day <3 I came across your lil Daemon/Matt 'crackfic' and it gave me such a giggle...plus also got me thinking about a similar scene with Aemond/Ewan..! Obviously no pressure to write this, but what about a sorta Aemond x reader scene where they're maybe filming a sparring scene? Fight training/flirting vibes? Doesn't have to be anything spicy, maybe just fluffy flirty good times but also realistically aemond x reader sparring = *sexual tension* so lol, take from it what you will. As I say, no pressure at all to write this. I love your blog so much and am such a fan of your work! Wishing you a wonderful weekend xoxo

Choke 'Em

Ewan Mitchell x Actress!Reader (low key Aemond x Reader)

Summary: You and Tom were very much convinced that Ewan is good at everything, so you had a bet that even if you took Ewan surprise in one of your sparring takes, he could 100% overpower you. Things don't necessarily go as planned.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, drama instigator!tom glynn-carney, puppy!ewan, idk how to choreograph action 😞, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: YES IN A MILLLION LANGUAGEs, i watched like this one of 3 actors from the last kingdom saying they think ewan is good at everything or something along the lines, and then theres this gif set of tom glynn-carney saying that he was going to bite ewan and ewan was basically "aw yeah!" and ASFHLASHFHASFHFHA PUPPY im love him, anyway, i had those stuff in mind when i wrote this i hope you like it my love floofdeloop. i did an express pass on your req cos i have been writing rpfs lol also this gif T_T HES SO ??????????? HOT ????? HELP ME WHY DO I THINK THIS OF HIM ???? HWELP? Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

"No!" I exclaim, shoving Tom from the floor we were sat on. He nearly chokes on his salad as he falls to his side and laughs. His hand darts out to keep him upright, his laughter dies down when he turns to me.

I continue, "I can't attack him outside of the choreography we practiced!"

"I'm not telling you to do that!" Tom says, raising his voice in amusement, "I'm saying maybe just-" he breathes out through his nose, "go a bit harder than normal? Or-or add a few licks to-"

"Tom," I deadpan.

"Oh, please," he blows a raspberry, "against him? You're dead meat."

"He's not immune to accidents, lame brain," I take the final bites of my sandwich.

"All I'm saying is, Ewan is probably, like, secretly a swordsman."

"Dude," I point, "there's nothing secret about that."

I look out to the set, watching as Ewan, who quickly finished his lunch to rebuff on our choreography, twist the prop sword in his hands with much ease and mastery.

I chew slowly, "maybe I could tell him I'm doing extra attacks beforehand."

Tom, who stuffed some salad into his face as he too watched Ewan from afar, turns to me, perking up in intrigue. He speaks with a mouthful quite excitedly, "yes, yes, yeth, weth!"

I give him a look then purse my lips as I shove a tissue to his mouth

When we got to filming the dialogue part of our scene, we already set a pretty high bar for our consequential fight sequence, and so when I offered the idea of adding an extra few jabs in my sword fighting, not just to Ewan, but to our fight choreographer and director, they were all on board with it.

"I was thinking I could," I start, raising my imaginary weapon up, pointing at Ewan, "try to jab at you by your throat, then," I slowly step forward, twirling the way we did in practice, "once you evade me, I could elbow you," I bring my arm by his chest and slowly push him back, "and shove you against the wall."

Ewan, following my train of thought and movements, steps back and leans back on the wall. He nods, looking down at me with a soft smile, "I like it," he turns to the choreographer, "I think it adds to their tension."

I turn to our choreographer and director, nodding, "then we could add the dialogue we scraped off cause there was no room for it."

The director claps his hands, "I love it," he motions to us, "then you can grab her, and try to make her confess."

I turn to Ewan, leaning back into him a bit so that he could bring his arms around me. I turn front then look down at his arms that were coming around me. I pull him tightly around me like a jacket.

Ewan has no choice but to lean into me; my back was against his chest and I could hear his breathing. He was a welcome presence in all honesty. Quickly, I relax against him and he seemingly does the same against me.

"Well obviously not like that," the director calls, "you look like a married couple if you do that."

We break into a laugh. I lean against him, "it's not too late to change the script. She and Aemond could away together."

Ewan hums, as though he was in character, "I think he would like that."

I snort, turning to Ewan and his eyepatch, "I would like that."

Ewan's eye darts down to me quickly. He purses his lips, holding back a chuckle. I pull away from him when I see the pink in his skin, laughing a bit louder.

"Shall we give it a go?" the director asks.

One nod later, and were back in our marks, ready to tryout our added choreo.

"You lied to me," I heave, "you told me you would release my father if I gave you the information you needed.

Aemond walks over to me, hands behind his back, "I said I would think about releasing your father."

My expression drops, my nostrils flare, "liar."

He hums.

"Craven!"

He chuckles.

"MONSTER!" I lunge towards him and the next second, Aemond has his sword unsheathed. We go against each other, weapon against weapon, then he overpowers me, sending me reeling back. I push against the crates behind me, as the prince calls out, "let me offer you another deal you surely cannot refuse."

I fume, groaning, "I think we're past deals, oh prince."

"Oh, but I-"

Aemond's eye widens as I press forward a few lines too early. Like clockwork, I attack him just like we practiced earlier, except, he was clearly taken off guard and reacts a bit too late.

Once I have him pressed against he wall, he looks down at me, shocked, heaving.

He's forgotten his line.

I make up for his silence, "perhaps you are prettier up close."

"CUT!"

I pull away from Ewan, turning to him, dropping my prop. I reach out to his cheeks, giving him a worried look, "are you okay? I didn't injure you, did I?"

"I-" his hands come up to my wrists, "no, no," he chuckles under his breath, "I was just a bit floored by how fearsome my lady is."

My face contorts into a smile, "my lady, am I?"

"I-" he opens his mouth, "well, I mean... yes."

We both break into a chuckle. It seems we both had blood rising up our necks now.

"That was amazing!" the director calls, walking up to us, making us pull away, "I like these turn of events more than what we had planned."

"What if they have more contact?" Ewan pipes up, coming in front of me, "in this part, instead of being turned back," he looks at me intently, "you can lift your sword to my neck then choke me."

I gasp when he takes my hand and places it by the base of his throat. It was quite softly spoken, but it seems it was not soft enough, "damn, that's kinky."

Ewan's jaw slacks.

I break into a chuckle, playing it off, just as the director laughs, proceeding to say, "I like it! The more sexual tension the better." He turns to me, "choke him real good."

Ewan begins to stutter. My own jaw slacks as I feel my face heat up. I awkwardly nod and salute, "will do."

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Pavitr x reader

Reader having her period PLEASE 😚

My Little Heat Pack

Summary: It's that time of the month for you. Cue mood swings, cramps... and misunderstandings. Tags: Misunderstandings, Mood Swings, period, Pre Menstrual syndrome (PMS), menstrual cramps, Pav being a sweetiepie A/N: Sanam means smth like sweetheart or lover idk: Meri jaan = my life (pet name)

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"I hate it, i hate it, I hate everything!", you snap. 

It's been like that for a week now; you've been all snappy and angry and sobbing at something someone said for no reason. It was petty and you hated it but you couldn't control your emotions. It was a fucking mess.

And then, there's your stomach, cramping at the most inopportune times. It was that fucking time of the month. It didn't help you had PMS either, which made it all the more worse.

Pain flares in your lower abdomen, joining the one in your knees. You curl on the bed hugging the pillow with a heat pack on your tummy, hoping the pain goes away. The bloating and the blood flow throw your mental peace into a blender, skin feeling annoyingly hotter. The bra hurts your sore breasts and to add insult to injury, pimples had shown up! 

With your lower back killing you, you just want to roll over and sleep, feeling exhausted. Moaning in pain, you reach for your phone and put on some music. At least that will make you feel better. 

________

Pavitr sat on his bed pouting like a sad puppy.

Since last week you've been behaving weird and even though he only began to date you a month ago, he feels he should at least know if you were mad at him. 

Were you mad at him? He had no clue what he'd done to make you upset, worried that he somehow fucked this up. 

It began last Monday when he threw his arms around you in greeting.

"Sanam!", he'd yelled in your ear, trying to lift you up for a spin. 

You squirmed in his arms and removed yourself with a polite smile, leaving him with a lame excuse to walk with Gayatri.

Since then you two have been sticking together. You usually do, but now it seems like you don't want him around, finding excuses to run away from him and it made him sad. 

He decided to give you space, thinking you were in a bad mood. (And, in a bad mood you were). Either way, he was sure you'd feel better by the end of day. 

His hope wilted when Pavitr found you looking increasingly irritated as the day progressed, as if you were annoyed with anything and everything. You were cursing more than ever! You had been lying down the whole day, occasionally clutching your stomach and when he asked, you replied you were fine, which made him more worried. 

Alarms went off in his head and he grew all the more concerned when you won't hang out with him. 

Why were you avoiding him? What did he do wrong?

He thought back to the last week and what he did that might've upset you, in vain. He got up, pacing in his room as a hundred scenarios ran in his head -nothing helpful. It was frustrating.

Lost, he went to find Maya aunty for advice.

_______

Music had started off good enough but right now you were in "I hate being a girl" mood, and the song currently playing wasn't much help. Rain splattering against your window managed to calm you down a little, though; you've always loved the rain. 

"Knock knock." 

You startle as you see Pavitr sitting on your window pane, surprisingly not wet. "Pav?", you sniff, eyes watery, "how did you-" 

"Magic", he says, stepping into your room. He tenses seeing your tears tracks. "Sanam, are you crying?" 

"Arcade", you explain, "That song is so sad.."

Pavitr smiles in relief and hands you a tissue, kissing your forehead after. You watch him, curious as he takes off his hoodie and reveals a grocery bag from inside it. 

"I come bearing gifts!"

Gifts? Vaguely, you recall snapping at him earlier and an apology is on the tip of your tongue when the cramps come again. Fuck fuck fuck! 

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here", he says in a soft tone, running his hand over your tummy. His touch is like magic and you instantly feel better. 

"Wow.. my cramps stopped!" 

Pavitr blushes hard at that, words abandoning him as he tries to speak. Giving up, he reaches into the bag instead.

"Chocolate? I read it makes you feel better during these times." 

Just like that, your mood soars as you eye the sweets. All types -milk, coconut, strawberry, dark chocolate, a couple of snickers' and mars bars. Beneath it you find a tub of ice cream, assorted sweets and then some.

Pavitr just chuckles as you greedily munch on the candy and refuse to share. 

"How did you know what to bring?", you ask when you've had your fill. 

He rubs his neck shyly, "I thought I did something to upset you and that's why you won't talk to me. So I asked Maya aunty and she said about.. this... I did some googling to find out what would help." 

Your heart practically melts, eyes tearing up in joy. "Aww, you're such a sweetiepie, Pav. I'm sorry to make you think that way. I didn't realize it." 

"No need to apologize, meri jaan. I just want to help you. Speaking of..", he trailed, looking hesitant, "may I cuddle you? I heard it helps ease the pain."

You grin nodding and lie down in a spooning position, welcoming him. Pavitr is more than happy to oblige and wraps his arm from behind, rubbing your tummy in soothing circles. The pain in your abdomen and private parts rapidly becomes more bearable with his presence. 

"Stay like this?", you plead and he grins his approval. You snuggle closer, sighing as your body finally relaxes. He really is what you need!

"Mmm.. you're my little heat pack." 

Pavitr smiles seeing you slowly nod off in his arm, not ceasing his rubs when you shuffle in your sleep. He places a soft kiss on your cheek and tucks a loose strand behind your ear, amused when your lips twitch up slightly. 

Pavitr smiles as his extra sensitive hearing catches you mumble his name in your sleep, cooing over you. 

"You're little heat pack." 

_____

Hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs & comments appreciated <3

[sailorgundam308]

Random ppl saying Karlach is “conventionally” attractive must live in an alternative reality I’m unaware of.

Is she stunning? Yes. But she does NOT fit into conventionally beauty standards for women (yes, even after her face change from EA).

Say you see a woman of color, way WAY taller than the average - let’s say 1.90m tall. She is visibly bulkier, has thick thighs, prominent abs. Wider shoulders than average.

Then, her skin (which again, isn’t white), is covered in marks. Scars, tattoos, discolorations and other “uneven” tones and textures.

On top of that, her entire right side is covered in ‘hideous’ burnt skin tissue. From her fingers to her ribs and half her chest.

But not all. She has metal pins and bits protruding from her due to some medical procedure you’re not familiar with.

And she might have facial scars too. On her very non-white facial features. Imagine she’s not only Asian - but the “wrong” kind of Asian (aka the darker side of Asia- not the mainstream-approved Japan or Korea). Maybe she’s even from the South Pacific islands.

Her hair is thicker, choppier.

And, beyond her appearance, she curses. She laughs loudly. She doesn’t act demure or quiet or feminine. She’s unapologetic about it, too. Proud of being physically stronger than most.

What an affront.

That is all to say… yes, she is stunning (to me and many of us). She’s especially more stunning BECAUSE she’s so off the scale of conventional beauty for women. You might have lived in a beautiful social bubble where women like Karlach are considered the prettiest there are, but even so, that’s not what the world at large sees as ideal beauty - for any gender, but more so for women.

That’s one of the big reasons I’m so into Karlach (and also why I have always had a soft spot for laezel too). They stick out like a sore thumb but they dgaf.

And to top it all, it’s one extra reason for me to ship the shit out of her and Astarion.

Astarion isn’t the conventional male handsomness but he does fall in a wider category of male beauty. He is the most popular male character and attracts both male and female fans.

I like him to fall for characters that would be considered way off the mainstream beauty scale. One thing I haven’t seen yet and want to do one day is make a half orc character to pair with him. Because fuck yes. And also because for me, Astarion does understand where beauty standards lay, but that lost meaning to him long ago. He’s capable of being petty and shallow but when push comes to shove, that’s not it for him.

Again, another reason as to why I’d think he’d fall head over heels for Karlach despite himself.

But yea. Going back to my point, no matter that WE think Karlach is pretty, cute, beautiful and gorgeous. That’s us being ::cough:: superior. But it doesn’t make her mainstream digestible beauty material (that’s lame shadowheart lol - sorry guys, sh is so boring to me).

Which in turn makes Karlach even more precious to me (and her and Astarion in love even more special 🖤).

Thats all the rant, for now.

[kairismess]

Hello! I see that you're opening request right now, may I request about tsukishima's s/o who cries every time she comes home from work, and she ever moved from another company, but the company was also toxic, and this company she's in now is toxic too, so she's been stressing out and cries every night...

Hsshhshss I'm very sorry if this is hard to understand T u T thank you so much! 💖

OH NO WORRIES ANON !! i honestly like this idea, I HOPE I DID IT RIGHT THOUGH :'))) ngl tsukki would kinda suck at comforting if he forced it, but him just being all real with you when talking to you about it ... he weirdly gets super comforting, and he doesn't even realize it.

it's not lame at all. — timeskip!tsukishima kei x fem!reader

🏐 genre: fluff and a tall glass of comfort

✒️ word count: 975

💭 summary: kei usually doesn't find it hard to be blunt about matters like these... but he can't help but want to see you smile again, so he'll try his hardest to let you know that your feelings are valid.

another grueling day at your awful workplace, and nothing has changed from the past few places you've worked at. it's like you're destined to keep landing at poor workplaces that have a knack for treating their ordinary employees that don't stand out like you so horribly. you could only take so much mistreatment, and to think that you none of your friends nor superiors could really do anything to help you... it was like you were drowning–and nobody was out there to save you in that vast ocean of helplessness and despair that you felt.

your only relief everyday was being able to make it home in one piece, and on a good day, you'd hold in your tears until you were behind closed doors, free to weep and bawl about the misfortunes of being an adult. however, you still had to keep it down, even in the comfort of your own home–your boyfriend was going to be over that evening, and you didn't want him thinking you were dramatic over such little things, right?

by the time you got to your home, kei was already waiting for you by the your door. he looked up from his glasses, his honey-colored, wide eyes greeting scrutinizing your obviously exhausted figure. you managed to smile up at him, but for someone as clever and sharp as kei, he senses something's off about you. he furrows his thin, light blonde eyebrows at you and asks in a soft voice, "did something happen today?" and that's all that it took for your facade to crumble, and for the tears to start rolling down your cheeks in spite of your seemingly sweet, yet forced, smile.

kei walked over to you and with his bandaged fingers, took your bag from you and asked for your keys. he was going to put everything away for you, he was here quite often, and he memorized where all your essentials should be, so it wouldn't be a problem for either of you. he took your hand and led you inside, and you felt a little more ashamed that your boyfriend was leading you into your own home, as if you were a child who didn't know any better and had to rely on someone more put together than you were.

kei sat you down on the couch and got a few tissues from the coffee table, wiping away at your tears, murmuring to you to remember to blow your nose as he handed you the tissue. "...do you need some tea?" he asked you as you nodded, blowing your nose into the tissue. he disappeared into the kitchen, preparing a kettle for the tea, while thinking hard of what to tell you to comfort you. when he came back with the piping hot cup of tea, he kept gulping back the lump in his throat, he was too anxious, and that was always the case with him whenever he'd get too vulnerable with you. "um... i know these days have been... less than desirable, but, you..." kei began, struggling to find the right words, looking away from you ever so often.

he sighed, feeling frustrated with himself for holding back his true thoughts on the matter; but he wanted to sound sweeter, to comfort you. but the way kei comforts is not all sunshine and rainbows; he wants you to remember we live in reality, not in a world where everything works the way we want to just because we persevere and work hard. he looks at you and gently takes your hands in his, and takes a deep breath, hoping his words won't hurt you.

"...you deserve better." he mutters, looking into your eyes, the light in those honey-brown eyes of his had a genuine glint to them, and you could tell he wanted to help you, even if his means weren't very conventional. "i'm sorry you're being treated like that, and it makes me so pissed to know that those guys are getting away with taking advantage of you like that. but... that's reality. workplaces can be fun, and some can be downright abhorrent; but at the end of the day, you're a person who works from 9 to 5 to make an honest living—and that alone is a struggle to do, every day." he utters in a soft-spoken tone.

his voice isn't snarky nor does he hope to sound like a smart ass; he honestly wishes to help you, but to keep you grounded. he rubs the back of your hands and sighs. "...i could help tender you a resignation letter, and while we're doing that, i'll help get you a job at the place i'm applying for in the summer. i'll keep you safe, as much as i can; you've gone through too much already, and i... i want to be there for you, to make up for all the times i couldn't do anything about your suffering." he confesses, his grip on your hands tightening a little.

you felt your second tidal wave of tears coming, and you rushed for the tissues, with kei patting your back, in hopes that his touch would comfort you somehow. he can't really tell you that everything will be okay, he isn't the type to sugarcoat and lie that all will be fine—he loves you too much to build your delusions up, only to be thrown back down by the disappointment of the real world. though, kei loves you so, so much that he'd help you escape those crappy workplaces and help you both land jobs at the same place together. so even if the next one will be just as crappy, or even worse... kei's got you, and he'll make sure you won't waste another precious tear on people who aren't worth crying over; because you deserve so much better.

🦕 tags !! @emptybrain01

[theneworder]

Brotherly Love

Your younger brother had come back from his first year at college... different... You weren't really sure how to put your finger on it—that is, until you walked in on him trying on a skirt. With a dark wig on his head, and a brown slutty schoolgirl skirt, you knew exactly what he was: a sissy. He made you swear not to tell your dad, there was no way your conservative businessman father would be accepting of having a crossdressing fag for a son. And of course, you would keep the secret, he was your little brother after all.. It wasn't disgust or anger you felt anyway, you knew what a sissy was after years of dabbling with the hypnos and captions that would come up on your tumblr feed. If anything, you felt jealous—not only was your brother braver than you had been, but he was prettier in that wig and skirt than you could ever dream of.

As the months passed, and your brother had gone back to school without once mentioning that incident again, you would often find your mind wandering. Laying in bed at night, stroking yourself to sissy captions, trans porn, and hypno tracks, you would wonder if your brother was doing the same. You would wonder if you would see your brother in one of those tracks one day.. the thought turned you on. So much so, that one night, you crossed a line: whilst masturbating, you opened up his instagram profile. But what you saw shocked you:

You didn't have to fantasise anymore. Your once skinny, crosscountry star brother, was posting, on his instagram, in tight gym wear, with the same wig you had seen him trying on in his room all those months ago. You were sure you could even see small breasts pushing through his old thermal undershirt. The picture in front of you was too much, you couldn't help yourself, and soon, you were cumming to the image of your feminsised, sissy, younger brother.

You were expecting Christmas to be a problem, when your brother came home. Your nightly sessions, stalking your brother's instagram, gooning to photo after photo of him living out your wildest fantasies, suggested that he wasn't just a sissy—he was trans, and firmly out the closet. Your dad didn't seem to mind though. Apparently he had stopped in to visit on your brother, at his request, and the two had talked earnestly about it. Your dad had always wanted a daughter, and took your brother's change gracefully and with uncharacteristic kindness.

He had bought your brother sister new dresses for Christmas and provided him with access to your deceased mother's box of jewellery. "She loved you unconditionally, and it's what she would have wanted," he said. As your brother squealed with delight and planted a huge kiss on his cheek, something stirred within you. You just weren't sure what.

What was stranger though, was that your brother sister didn't go back to college in the Spring. She stayed at home, apparently to "focus on her transition". Something like that anyway. The truth was though, that you couldn't bare it. No longer was she wearing wigs, and her ass had grown into a perfect, fat peach, which you couldn't take your eyes off, as she lounged around in tight shorts, and posted lewd images on her instagram.

You found yourself trying to catch glimpses of her in the shower, taking creepshots as she worked out in the garden. Every night you would return to your room to goon over your day's work, creating a wankbank of your sissy brother's transition to full instagram thot.

One night though, after running out of tissue to clean yourself off with, you went to the bathroom. On your way back you could hear some people talking, strange given the time, at first you thought it was your father, on a late night work call.. That was, until you heard the unmistakable sound of a wet mouth sliding off of a cock, and your sister's voice in reply: "Yes daddy, and then you're going to kick my lame creep of a brother out, and it will just be us.. You'll like that won't you daddy.. Just you and your fat assed princess.."

You couldn't stop yourself, right then and there your hand found your cock. You masturbated to the thought of getting kicked out of your own home by your slutty sister and dad.

Unfortunately things took a turn after that. After being caught hanging around outside their door, you had been kicked out the next day, forced to finally get a job, and fend for yourself. You hated it. But at least you still had your wankbank, a treasure trove you could return to every night. The only good thing in your life was masturbating to your trans sister in your bedsit apartment in the cheapest part of town.

So you were of course surprised when you got invited for christmas.

You were even more surprised by the woman that greeted you at the door. Your brother was perfect. Every part of her jiggled as she moved through her and your father's new apartment. She had started school again but was studying from home—apparently "daddy" needed her help around the house, he was just so busy with work at the moment. He doted on her: unashamedly watching her every move, he showered her with gifts that christmas, and would often pull her into his lap. You couldn't decide if you were horny or disgusted.

Until you left that is, and your sister took you to the door. "I know your secret, creep." She said, with a bitchy smile on her face. "I know that you're a sissy faggot, and you wank to your sister too. The difference between you and me though, is that I went and took the life I wanted. Your pathetic ass, just watched and gooned."

You were shocked.

"But don't worry. I have a Christmas present for you. You see, I thought I had daddy wrapped around my little finger after getting him to kick you out. But he's greedy: he's decided you can't have enough of a good thing. He wants you back.. and I decided it would be nice to have a pet.."

You felt a hand on your stiffening crotch.

"So how about it? Move in? If you're serious.. maybe you'll have the life you always dreamed of.."

[kangals]

ok now that i've had a day to get my panicky moping out of the way. here's whats going on with stellina (writing down for my own reference but also bc i am a chronic pet over-sharer):

yesterday morning when i got out of bed she came out of her crate and was walking on 3 legs, completely non weight bearing on her right rear. i thought maybe her foot had just fallen asleep but when it didn't improve after a few minutes i got very concerned. i did a quick check and she seemed resistant to me bending that knee but otherwise didn't show any discomfort.

and here's the thing about stellina - i love her so much, but she is kind of a pussy. she has a very low tolerance for stress or pain - at the first sign of discomfort, she will go tuck herself into her crate and stay there. she is NOT stoic. when she fucked up her tendon as a puppy, she yelped and went into her crate and didn't leave for a week. but knowing this... she was acting completely normal, even while on 3 legs. tail wagging, alert, calm, totally at ease. which told me that while clearly her leg was not right, she was also not in pain or distress.

after a few minutes she had progressed to toe-touching lame instead of fully holding it up, so i was able to coax her down the stairs and then into the yard. after another minute she was limping, but bearing weight. again, acting normal: sniffing around, went potty, even played with kep. i took them both for a short leash walk and by the end of it she had pottied, scent marked, sniffed, etc totally normal, and only had a very slight limp by this point. cool, crisis averted!

i let them back inside and she went and layed down for a few minutes while i got their food ready. but when i called them over to come eat, she was non-weight bearing again. and again, same pattern: it would gradually improve after a few minutes of exercise, but sitting/laying down for any period of time would make it stiffen right back up.

i ended up taking her to my work's urgent care office to get looked at. the vet did a manipulation test of her knee and said that she noticed two things. first, that her patella (knee) was very slightly loose (patella laxity is graded on a 0-4 scale, with 0 being normal not-moving knees, and 4 being "this dog's kneecap has left the building." vet said stellina's was like a 0.5 - very slightly loose). second, she was able to slightly move her leg sideways in a way that you shouldn't be able to if your CCL (ACL in ppl - the ligament that keeps your knee vertically aligned basically) is intact. so her suspicion was that stellina's right CCL has a partial tear, likely due to the slight movement in her patellas slowly increasing friction on the CCL.

she also tested her left leg and said while that patella is also very, very slightly loose, there's no sign of CCL damage on that leg yet. however about 60% of dogs who injure on CCL also injure the other within a few years.

she sent her home on some NSAIDs and requested a consult with the surgery department. the good news is that after a single dose of the meds, stellina is acting like 95% better - still has some resistance if i bend her knee, but is walking without lameness and still acting very normal.

so right now, we're waiting for a consult with the surgeon so she can do an exam and either confirm the first vet's findings, find something else, and talk about options for treatment.

unfortunately once a CCL has been damaged, it can't repair itself. so assuming the surgeon agrees that there's CCL damage, it leaves us with the following options:

use NSAIDs, physical therapy, and restricted exercise for several weeks. hopefully this will let the tissue around the knee scar up/thicken enough that it creates a bit more stability in the knee. it doesn't fix the tear, and the CCL is still at risk of tearing more/rupturing in the future, but it may buy some more time - just impossible to say if that will be a month or two, or years.

go in and surgically repair the CCL before it has a chance to worsen or rupture. this is done with a TPLO surgery where they cut part of the leg bones and add a metal implant to stabilize. it's a very common surgery with a very high success rate, but it is expensive (at least $4-5k per knee) and has a long recovery period (6-8 weeks restricted exercise + 2-4 months rehab and building up muscle).

i'm trying not to get too ahead of myself on either option until we talk to the surgeon for their opinion first. on one hand, i don't want to put my dog through surgery, especially one with such a long recovery period - we've already done that when she fucked up her achilles, and it sucked. i hate the idea of signing her up for months of crate confinement and discomfort for an elective procedure. but on the other hand - if the CCL is torn, it's not going to fix itself. it seems stupid to just sit around and wait for it to rupture and become an emergency, especially if there's a chance that the other leg might go as well. if we do the surgery within the next month, she'd already be halfway through recovery by christmas time.

so yeah, that's where we are currently. hopefully we can talk with the surgeon this week and get a better idea of the options, and make a plan. i want to do whatever is in stellina's best interest, whatever that ends up being.

[lhtygmi]

i'll be quiet

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

summary - reader feels insecure about how talkative they are, Eddie comforts them.

warnings - literally none it's just fluff lmfao

a/n - this is my first Eddie fic as well as my first fic i'm posting on tumblr, I hope you enjoy it.

With a happy sigh you flopped onto your back melting into Eddie's bed. Turning onto your side you curled up to watch him as he told you everything about his day.

You smiled as you listened to your pretty boyfriend hop from story to story never quite finishing the last, emphasizing important parts with his hands.

This was one of your favorite parts about him, his enthusiasm to share everything with you. It made you feel happy knowing someone you love wants to share so much.

Despite feeling this way about Eddie and knowing he felt the same about you, today you couldn't help but second guess yourself. Whenever you opened your mouth to talk you would hesitate and close it again, opting to smile and listen to Eddie.

After a while of hearing only his own adorable ramblings, Eddie noticed your silence and went quiet. He looked up from his current project to give you his full attention.

"Everything alright sweets?"

The concerned look on his face made you feel guilty for even making him slightly worried in the first place.

You nodded with a small smile, "I'm okay baby just tired." You sat up pulling your knees to your chest. You internally cringed at your lame excuse knowing Eddie could always read you like a book.

You chewed at your lip not knowing how to prevent him from worrying over you. As you tried to think of a solution, you felt Eddie's pinky finger gently tap on your bottom lip.

"C'mon sweetheart we're trying to break that habit." He smiled as you freed your now slightly swollen from your teeth. He always tells you how he hates when you make your 'pretty lips' bleed.

"Tell me what's buggin' you." He rested a hand on your knee, gently rubbing it with his thumb in hopes of soothing you.

"Do I talk too much?" You whispered, fidgeting with a fraying thread on Eddie's comforter trying to avoid eye contact with him.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Where did you ever get an idea like that honey?" He frowned.

"It's dumb." You tried to shrug it off not wanting to seem like a loser.

He let out an exaggerated gasp. "No one says that about my baby's feelings!"

You let out a small giggle releasing some of the tension in your shoulders. Looking back down at your knees you played with Eddie's rings enjoying their cold temperature in contrast to your warm hands.

"It's just.." You paused to take a deep breath. "At school people mock me." You looked up feeling your face grow hot knowing you were about to cry, you felt pathetic. "Whenever I talk or laugh they mock me." You finished, looking anywhere but at him.

"When I asked them why they were doing it they told me that..." You paused wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "They told me that I was annoying." You let out a bitter laugh trying to stop from further embarrassing yourself.

"Sweetheart why didn't you tell me? '

You felt Eddie's hands pulling you into his lap as you cried. He reached and grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and gently wiped your cheeks.

"Told you, it's dumb." You took a deep breath finally looking up at him.

"No it's not. You're not annoying, they're just stupid." He stroked your hair with a small smile. You gave him a sarcastic look with a small 'uhuh'.

"Why would I ever lie to you sweetheart?" He sighed dramatically. "I love listening to you talk, I love listening to you." You grinned and pulled him into a tight hug inhaling his comforting scent of weed, cigarettes, and cheap cologne.

"So don't listen to them they're fucking stupid anyways because they're boring what do they know?" He muttered holding you close.

"Nothin'" You whispered with a giggle.

"Exactly. They don't know nothin'."

[scarfacemarston]

Heya! I hope you don’t mind me requesting this, but I saw the Molly headcannons you wrote back in February. Truth be told only now I’m finally playing them game, and I’ve fallen in love with Molly..she deserves so much more than Dutch!!

More up to you wether you wanna do headcannons or something, but I was wondering if it’s possible for you to do a Molly X Fem!Reader! Reader’s been away for some time, and she comes back with a gift for Molly (you mention she likes strawberry sweets, and reader brings them back for her)

Thank you lovely! :)

You have a DAMN good memory. I'm so impressed. I know it took a while since I left out of the country and had IRL stuff to deal with, but hopefully you'll enjoy it!

You let out a tired sigh as you dismounted your horse. It had been a long few days, and it would be hours before you could finally see your beloved partner, Molly. However, you had your responsibilities as a Van der Linde gang member. You believed in pulling your weight and felt you had more to prove as a woman. That’s why you were now in Strawberry, staking out the area for potential schemes. The mayor of Strawberry appeared gullible. He should be particularly easy to scam, and you had found several abandoned homesteads taking away quite a bit of loot if you said so yourself. It had been a productive few days, and now you were finally on the way to camp when you paused.

Molly.

Molly’s strawberry candies. Some of her favorite treats she’s found since she arrived in the U.S. Luckily, most stores carried them, even places like Valentine. A place like Strawberry, a wannabe tourist destination, would absolutely have. That is where you were now, picking out the morsels. You politely waved away the grocer. You knew your girl well enough.

Soon after, you left the store with Molly’s chocolates and breakfast tea to accompany it.

It took about half a day before returning to the camp at Horseshoe Overlook. The day couldn’t have ended soon enough as you tiredly made your way through camp, untacking your horse for a well-deserved rest.

You waved tiredly at a few members of the camp who greeted you, but there was only one you wanted to see.

There she was, reading by the candlelight in your shared tent. She had moved of Dutch’s tent not long after the two of you knew you had something special.

Molly smiled broadly, closing her book with a bookmark in place. She stood up excitedly, taking in your tired features, reaching for a warm embrace. Moly had a hidden strength to her that not many knew about. You embraced her warmly in return, relishing the feeling of home.

“I’ve missed you something awful, my dear. These long trips are becoming difficult on both of us, I see.” Molly said, eyeing you carefully. You nodded in agreement.

“I know. I hate being away from you for so long, but I have to provide. I know my worth, you know my worth, but I have to prove it to everyone else.” You said. This was a conversation the two of you had repeatedly.

“I know, but I worry about you. Just promise you’ll come home to me.” Molly said, grasping your hand between hers.

“Always, but enough of that! I have something for you.” You said, reaching into your satchel. 

You grinned broadly as you gave her the box with tissue paper, “Strawberry candies…..from Strawberry! If you eat any more of these, you’ll turn into one, you’ll then be my little strawberry.” You laughed at your lame joke.

Molly rolled her eyes and gently swatted your wrist in mock annoyance.

“At least you didn’t make a joke about my hair.” Molly muttered with a small smile.

Molly reached for one of the strawberry chocolates, taking a delicate bite. She closed her eyes in delight, releasing a small “Oh!”.

“These are sinful. You spoil me, my dear. You really know how to treat a woman.” She said before turning to glare at Dutch.

Dutch was still a sore spot for her, but Dutch had moved on, and now that she had you, she had joyfully moved on as well, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still feel the sting of her past relationship.

You gently took the half-bitten chocolate strawberry from Molly’s fingers, popping it in your mouth.

“Hm, yes. These are quite sinful, but you know what is more sweet and sinful?

“Please don’t make a joke about my lips.” Molly said with a small giggle. You pouted.

"Well, that ruins the surprise, then!” you exclaimed. Molly rolled her eyes once more before grabbing you by the collar to kiss you passionately. You let out a surprised squeak before eagerly returning the kiss.

“Thank you, honey, for everything. You make me feel like someone special,” Molly paused, smiling sincerely. She reached into the box of strawberry candies, feeding you a bite.

“For my sweet,” Molly said, laughing at her attempt to copy you.

You laughed eagerly, taking a bite from her.

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[setsuuestsu]

Sicktember Day #3: Campus/Con Crud

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretaker: Jimin

Word Count: 243

“Joon hyung,” Jimin chastises. “I told you that the crab festival was a bad idea.”

Namjoon sniffles, both from the nasty cold he’s caught from said festival and from the false advertising of the festival. He had assumed it was a festival where all crab lovers would get together and raise funds for the protection of the crabs, not that it was a festival where all crab lovers would get together and eat crab.

“It was totally worth it.” he lamely insists, reaching past Jimin for the tissue box left on the coffee table. He blows his nose, frowning at how unhelpful it was, then slumps back onto the couch.

Thankfully, Jimin takes pity on him and wraps him in a throw blanket hanging off the back of the couch. It smells like Downy and cotton, and he can easily identify it as Jungkook’s. 

He leans into his elbow and lets out a coughing fit. 

“Jimin-ah,” he complains. “I can’t lay here any longer. I have schoolwork I could be doing.”

Jimin stares at him, unimpressed. “You’re not going to exercise that brain at all. Your

going to rest and recover, not … not … AGHHH! I can’t think of the word!”

Namjoon snorts, but it turns into a deep cough and then a sneeze or two. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone to that festival. Too many germs.

“Let me go get you some medicine.” Jimin insists. “You’re due for another dose soon.”

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Back with more ‘aliens beeduo save human Techno from an interstellar fighting arena and accidentally adopt him’

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The food on the spaceship is almost worse than what he got at the arena. Maybe not in appearance, Techno will take these sterilized packages of indescribable paste over raw meat any day. But in tastes, there's not much of a difference.

Also, they are much harder to open.

They'd probably not be an issue for anybody with proper dexterity, but Techno's hands have been a trembling mess since he got taken in by these aliens. And part of that is due to stress, though the many scars that litter his palms and fingers would betray deeper tissue injury is also at fault. He's making a very unpleasant expression as he tries to rip at the flimsy foil to no avail.

He doesn't even want the grey stuff inside. It's disgusting and flavourless and has the texture of baby food after a baby's already eaten it.

But Techno also would like to stay alive a little longer, which sadly means he'll have to take any nutrients he can get.

As kind as Bee and Boo have been when taking him in, they don't understand Techno's attempts at communicating. Like, at all. So he hasn't had much chance to enlighten them about the wonders of human cuisine yet. And most of the things they cook for themselves, Techno won't risk. At least he knows the goop won't kill him (unless trying and failing to get into the tube causes a heart attack out of sheer frustration).

Man, what he wouldn't give for a can of spagethios right now.

Suddenly two hands close over his shaking ones, Boo's long fingers gently prying the food from his weak grip. Techno has a protest halfway up his throat - perhaps an attempt at keeping his dignity by telling this alien he'd totally be able to take care of his own meal if prolonged trauma hadn't left him with a tremor. But they wouldn't understand him anyway.

Boo quickly rips the foil open before giving it back to Techno, making a small and encouraging buzzing noise deep in their throat. Techno hated that sound at first, likening it to a broken television.

He has since learned it's meant to come across as friendly.

"Uh, thanks," he says lamely as he takes the food back. Boo blinks at him with lids that close vertically over his dark eyes. They tilt their head a bit. They don't understand his gratitude.

And Techno knows it shouldn't matter, but he feels bad.

Suddenly he remembers what the little pig child does sometimes when the older two aliens help them. It might be a weird bet, but as far as Techno can tell the gesture is meant to convey thankfulness.

So slowly - very slowly, not stupid enough to risk making any sudden moves - He tucks in his chin, bends forward and bumps his forehead into Boo's shoulder in some kind of weird headbutting motion.

When he pulls back Boo is staring at him.

Techno thinks he might have done something wrong, still shaking hands pinching at the foil of his food. But then Boo jumps up, the staticky noise increasing in excitement. It's enough to lure the smaller one - Bee - into the room. Boo instantly starts chirping at them.

Techno shakes his head as he brings the food to his mouth, distracting himself from the taste by watching the two that have taken him in flit around like proud parents whose child just said a first word.

Communication efforts will definitely need to be revisited later.

[kruven]

— his anniversary gift is different than you expected (or you and isagi have your first kiss, ah yes but no tongue)

A/N: 10/10 bf would want one

Isagi Yoichi didn't had any potential partners before. All he had were one sided crush on the popular girls in his class over middle school and the first year of high school.

(He is not that popular himself so he assumed he never had a chance so he never really tried)

He never got Valentines chocolates anyway. (Well his mother counts?)

No partners and no experience.

His friends joked about how 'if he would not get a first kiss or just hold hands romantically with someone, he will die all alone with no one.'

(He knows it's just a joke, but a small part of him believed that could be true)

So he was never sure what to get his (now) partner for the first anniversary as a gift.

(He could always borrow his friend's motorcycle to take for a drive but he is not good so — scratch that! No way! Not happening!)

And the fact that he forgot about it until you texted him at 11:28 at night, did nothing to help.

Honestly, he felt pretty terrible that he forgot about the anniversary. (After all he is someone who always does something for his parent's anniversaries)

Was he developing memory loss? After tripping and falling on his head when his teammate accidentally bumped into him??

(He remembers that you were laughing at him, because the bandage was right in the middle of his forehead)

He knows that first anniversaries are very important as a milestone in a relationship. He has seen his friends talking about it.

(Somwhow the conversations which involved relationships always circled back to how Isagi still didn't had one relationship)

Isagi Yoichi hit a wall.

He has no idea what to do tomorrow.

He could always ask for advice from his friends and this time he would. (After them making fun of him again for forgetting such a important day)

One of his friends say; get 12 roses symbolizing 12 months of a year.

The other one says; just give food. Like pizza.

And someone suggests; why don't you two have sex? You won't be a virgin then Isagi.

(Of course the third one was ruled out by him. And the second one is on his maybe 'date' list)

He likes the option A pretty good. Roses symbolize love after all.

So he does go with Plan: Roses. (A name his friend gave)

He is on your door, albeit nervous and a little bit sweaty. (he blames it on the blaring sun)

Isagi Yoichi wishes to be swallowed whole by the ground right now.

Instead of greeting you he, a bundle of nerves of right now, shoved the bouquet in your face.

Isagi Yoichi is really lame and embarrassing.

(Some petals went into your mouth as you were going to say hi to him so yes that was not good)

After that, you seemed to like those flowers (even after his little accidental murder attempt (exaggeration)) so he too was relaxed.

He was too caught up in thinking about what to do tomorrow for the anniversary so he completely forgot that you were also giving him a gift.

(His face looked like a fish that time)

He looked too nervous and panicky so you thought that you both should go to a park for a walk and get some ice cream.

After all, Isagi Yoichi loves to walk.

Today, the park was quiet and without the usual laughter of kids that you both were accustomed to.

(There was a couple there that kissed each other, yes that got you both embarrassed and a little thankful that the kids weren't there)

"Hey, there's ice cream on the corner of your lips."

Isagi says that with much sincerity and you try to get it off. But unable to do so.

But the way he is trying to stop himself from laughing tells you that there was nothing and it was a prank.

Isagi Yoichi has a boyish charm that is somwhow also lame.

"Say, what would you have done if I really had something on the corner of my lips huh?"

You did say it in a teasing manner but it somehow went past him. (Or over his head)

"I mean? Tell you? Or maybe use a tissue?"

It reaaally went over his head.

"What if that's not what I want?"

He can never miss this now, can he?

And he didn't. A bit late but he got it.

"Hey Yoichi, can you kiss me?"

His eyes visibly went big and a face like a shocked dog.

"I mean! If it's ok! I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable with me or something! And anyways this is our first anniversary so we can go slow as we want! —"

"Hey. I don't mind. Actually I did want to. I just didn't expect you to say it like that..."

Isagi Yoichi has a weird feeling in his stomach. It feels nice.

And Isagi leans to you, you both go in.

Bumping foreheads and noses.

"Let's tilt heads, yeah?"

You and him, both tilt heads at the same time. (And in the same one direction (pun intended))

"I'll do it.."

Isagi can feel his heart doing somersaults.

This time, lips connect and just as fast they connected, they pulled apart.

How anticlimactic. You did not expect your first kiss to be like that but you also did not expect the way your heart would beat.

Isagi Yoichi gives great gifts.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

✉️ ✉️ ✉️ ✉️ ✉️ ✉️

📚📚📚📚📚📚📚

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

Hi!!!

Here are some fresh sentences for ya.

18 for ✉️:

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Eddie laughs fondly at this one. That had been kind of a crazy, exciting call. And he had thought of Chris the whole time, wanting to tell him about it. He still could, he supposes. But he’s glad to know Buck did, when it happened. Eddie doesn’t know why he hasn’t tried to tell him about it. Maybe he’s been scared to make it sound like he had any fun at all while Chris was away. 

The thing is, he did, though. Not that it wouldn’t have been better if Chris was there. It would have been. But the call was crazy and kind of fun in its uniqueness. The hike at Salton Sea that Buck had arranged was fun, too. And there were more days where Buck dragged him to something to get his mind of Chris and Kim and Marisol and every other fucked up thing going through his head, only for him to come away feeling something resembling happiness. 

Take, for example, the next post card. Eddie knows why Buck picked it the moment he sees the sunset and palm trees front and the font reading Malibu, California, in the top corner. Buck had dragged him to Malibu during a four-off, made them stay in an AirBNB, despite how close it was to home, and somehow convinced him to spend a weekend falling off a surfboard, drinking beer, and getting badly sunburnt on his shoulders. It was a fantastic weekend. Eddie can’t even feel guilty about how much he’d enjoyed it. 

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21 for 📚:

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Like life, sometimes it makes it easier if Ravi reflects back on cancer with a textbook view of his experience. When people ask him how he can be so optimistic or easygoing about the whole thing, he doesn’t tell them this is the trick. He always gives a lame excuse about the power of a good attitude.

The real power is in shutting the cover on it.

He wrote about it in his college entrance essays with this same scholarly detachment. It wasn’t hard. He has always been a strong writer. A symptom of so many years without much else to do than read, write, and listen to others talk, whether in person or on TV. 

Neuroblastoma - a type of cancer that forms in certain types of nerve tissue. It is the third most common type of cancer in children, presenting in about one in seven thousand. Estimates say it is responsible for about fifteen percent of cancer related deaths in children. 

It’s usually detected before kids turn five, especially when it's on the spine or in the stomach. Ravi’s was in his chest. When he had difficulty breathing, he was diagnosed with asthma. He was almost eight by the time they figured it out. 

When Ravi wrote about that part of it all in his college essay, he turned it into a commentary piece on the dangers of misdiagnosis. After all, it’s what led his tumor to grow to a point that made surgery and treatment more complicated, where he might have had a far easier go of it at four or five. He wrote about that and it made him seem wise and reflective, someone whose personal experiences as a child might make him a vigilant adult. He didn’t whine and complain about how years of frailty dismissed as something that shouldn’t require more than a puffer earned him a reputation for weakness, how he was excluded and smaller than the other boys his age, including his little brother. He didn’t recount being bullied, and he certainly never named the ringleader of those bullies. Anil. 

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21 for 🩸:

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“I can order something for myself,” Buck tells him. “Maybe you could go home for a while.”

“Go home?” Tommy asks. “Is someone else stopping by to make sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay.” Buck says. 

Tommy furrows his brows. “I’m not sure that you are.”

“Listen, I-I just need to be alone for a while.” Buck explains. “I need to call Christopher.”

“You can’t call Christopher with someone in the apartment to keep an eye on you?” Tommy asks skeptically. 

“No.” Buck replies.

“Well, why not?”

“Because it’s a family thing!” Buck snaps.  Tommy’s expression stiffens. Buck immediately feels like an ass.