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[unrequi]

I woke up this morning thinking of her name, wondering why I was thinking of her name. I realized it has been about 2 weeks since my vision of what the future could hold was demolished. My vision of presence, of friendship, of the chance of knowing what about her made her presence so magnetic to me, I wanted to find out the mystery of her existence, but that will not be. I think to myself, did I make a mistake in telling her so soon before I truly knew, did I use the wrong word. When people hear crush, they think certain things, and those things were not true for me in relation to her. I have ruined the possibility of her being a presence in my life, I shall see her along corridors and pathways, and we shall be apart, further then we ever were (not even that we were close in the first place), due to my words. Though I know if it had not been for my words, I wouldn't know of these Queer ways in which I love, these ways in which I experience desire and attraction, the ways in which I Queer the boundaries between the platonic and the romantic. I didn't know and I don't blame myself for not knowing, as there is much heteronormativity that plagues our world, that tells me if I feel tenderness towards someone it automatically means I want to date them, yet that is not how I experience things. I daydream some days of explaining this to her, yet i know it is not very plausible that will ever happen. I don't need to explain myself to anybody, yet I desire for her to know, yet I know that cannot be. I think I did something I shouldn't have and got a book she told me she would be reading. I'm not sure why I did it, but something about it felt soothing, but I can't say what exactly. There is something about knowing that we might be reading the same thing that makes my heart warm, though she will never know this and that is okay. 2 weeks dear heart, 2 weeks it has been and it will take you 3 months, 3 months is the time to give yourself dear heart to not feel any more longing, to stop thinking of her, to move on as the changed person you are because you knew her for a little while and that helped you to know yourself.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Cox, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

[godricgryffinsnore]

The Jumper Chronicles ♡ : A James Potter Fan Fiction.

pairing : James Potter x fem!reader

summary : When James lends you his jumper on a rainy day, he doesn’t expect to fall helplessly in love every time you wear it—but the heart wants what it wants, and sometimes, it wants its favorite girl in its favorite jumper.

warnings : Intense pining, Secondhand embarrassment (from James being a lovesick fool), Excessive fluff, Friends-to-lovers tension, Mischievous teasing by close friends (The Marauders doing what they do best), Possible risk of swooning due to James Potter in love. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3.

della’s note : Guess what? I am in a writing spree. Not complaining though!!! 😏🤌🏻

word count : 0.7k

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James Potter was in love.

Not the kind of love you slip into gently, like easing into a hot bath. No, James had fallen like a meteor—crashing, burning, utterly destroyed and reborn in your orbit.

And all it took was his jumper.

To be fair, it was a really nice jumper. Gryffindor red, slightly oversized, frayed a little at the sleeves from Quidditch training and the many detentions he'd served with it scrunched beneath his head. It smelled like mischief and cinnamon and something almost boyishly comforting.

You had borrowed it one October morning after a surprise downpour soaked your robes. James—drenched as well, glasses fogged, hair looking like it had been electrocuted—had peeled off the jumper with a cocky, “Don’t say I never gave you anything, darling,” and draped it over your shoulders.

And you never gave it back.

He didn’t ask for it either.

Because the moment you pulled it tighter around yourself, burying your fingers in the sleeves, his soul left his body and hovered somewhere near the ceiling of the common room, whispering, That’s it. That’s my wife.

You wore it everywhere. In the library, curled up on the window seat; on Hogsmeade weekends, the hem hitting just above your knees; at breakfast, where James could barely eat because you looked so stupidly adorable sipping pumpkin juice in his jumper. It was hell. Beautiful, soft, jumper-scented hell.

── .✦

“You’ve got to tell her,” Remus said over breakfast one Saturday, not looking up from his book. “Before you combust. Or cry. Or both.”

“I’m not crying,” James said firmly.

“You were tearing up over your eggs, mate,” Sirius pointed out. “You whispered ‘she even sleeps in it’ like a man watching his true love marry another.”

James stabbed his toast. “She’s warm. I mean—it’s warm. The jumper. She’s probably just cold.”

“You enchanted the jumper to stay warm all the time,” Peter muttered, sipping his tea.

“Shut up, Wormtail.”

── .✦

The breaking point came on a quiet Tuesday evening. You were in the common room, sitting cross-legged by the fire, hair a little messy, nose in a book, sleeves of the jumper covering your hands entirely.

And then—you sneezed. Just a little one. A tiny, adorable thing.

James dropped his quill and nearly passed out.

“Okay,” he mumbled, standing up. “I can’t live like this.”

You looked up, blinking. “Live like what?”

“Like—this.” He gestured at you. At the jumper. At everything. “You. In that. Looking like—like you’re mine.”

You tilted your head. “But I’m not?”

“I mean—no! I mean—yes? Or—Merlin’s pants.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t want it back.”

You blinked. “The jumper?”

“No. Yes. Yes to the jumper, no to me wanting it back. It’s—yours. It's always been yours. Or maybe it was mine until you wore it and now I can’t stop thinking about how you look like home and I’m—oh no, I'm rambling, aren't I?”

You stood, walking toward him, firelight painting your face gold.

“James?”

“Yes?” His voice cracked. He sounded thirteen again.

You smiled softly, brushing your fingers along his hand. “Do you want to kiss me, or declare ownership over all my future clothing?”

He blinked. “Is both an option?”

You laughed. And it was the kind of laugh that made angels consider quitting their jobs.

And then you kissed him.

It was warm and awkward and perfect. He smiled into it like a complete fool.

── .✦

The next morning, you came down wearing his pajama shirt.

Sirius fell out of his chair.

Remus choked on his tea.

Peter went redder than a tomato.

James strolled in behind you, smug as anything. “Morning, lads.”

Sirius: “Is it? Or is it the End of Days? Did the world tilt slightly on its axis last night? Because that’s not just the jumper. That’s your Quidditch pajamas.”

Remus: “I’d like to die. Can I die?”

Peter: “You’re unbearable now, aren’t you?”

James just grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head. “Get used to it, boys. She’s keeping the jumper—and me.”

── .✦

And from that day on, James Potter never got his jumper back. And he never wanted to.

[woantohae]

I wanna know what love is (Bob Reynolds x reader x Void)

Summary: Bob returns to the tower with the rest of the team and prepares to go on missions. Slowly but surely, he trains and has the help of everyone there if he needs it, especially Y/N.

But Void also returns, and he seems interested in the girl, and will take advantage of every moment to feel her close to him.

Content warnings: fluff, hints of angst, SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS, Void being obssesed with reader, hints of smut, found family trope, sexual tension, dark! Void.

Author's note: A lot of you ask me to continue this fanfic, so here it is! Hope you like it <333 I'm thinking of writing a While You Were Sleeping au! with Bob and Bucky as the Callaghan brothers..... tell me if you like the idea 💌 @stillinracooncity @looneylooomis @cosmicpixel97

masterlist | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

The smell of food invaded Y/N's nostrils. They had prepared different dishes—consisting of macaroni and cheese, sandwiches, and a few slices of pizza—to celebrate Bob's arrival at the tower after so long without seeing the full team.

The laughter never stopped, and the buzz of conversations around the table never seemed to end. The warmth of the room made Y/N finally feel part of something. Part of a family that had been through similar things in their lives and could understand each other almost immediately. She still missed her brothers, and there wasn't a day she didn't think about Dieter. But the girl didn't allow herself to dwell on the past; she now had a goal in life: to be part of the new Avengers.

"Tell us, Bob, did you miss us?" John asks, chewing on a piece of pizza.

Bob smiles and lets out a nervous laugh, shaking his head.

"Of course I missed you, guys. It was lonely in that house, even though you came to visit me frequently," he replies, playing with his fork in his bowl of mac and cheese.

"Aww, we missed you too, Bob," Yelena says, looking at him fondly.

"Yeah, you were missed around here," Ava continues, nudging him playfully.

"Really missed" Bucky emphasizes giving Y/N a mischievous look, to wich she rolls her eyes.

"Thank you guys," he says, a hint of blush spreading across his cheeks.

Y/N looks up at him with a soft smile and meets those blue orbs for a fleeting moment, before Bob decides to look down at his plate. It was clear their feelings were more alive than ever and on edge.

The table could have been talking about something else, but everyone else could tell by the glances and smiles they were giving each other what they were feeling, so John decides to intervene with a playful smile.

"So, tell me, Bob. Who did you miss the most of the team?" he asks and suddenly the room goes quiet.

Bob opens his mouth to answer, feeling the spotlight on him. Everyone else looks at the brunette, amused, waiting for his answer, even though they already know it—it's obvious when his eyes flit from the table to Y/N.

"Guys, don't bother Bob," the girl says, taking a sip from her glass, even though inside she still wants to know the answer.

A sliver of hope and excitement spreads through her chest, hoping it could be her, but she feels like it would be stupid to even think about it. It seemed like Yelena could be the answer, because they were always together, and she was the one who decided to give Bob a chance and take him in. The complicity was there, so Y/N was almost certain the blonde would got the point for that.

"C'mon! It's just a question. I wanna know too" Alexei says with food on his mouth.

"Dad, please, close your mouth" Yelena sighs and shakes her head.

Ava decides to intervene.

"So, who's the lucky one?" she asks.

The table is still waiting for Bob's response, and before he can answer, the doorbell rings.

"Must be dessert," Bucky says, getting up from the table.

Bob feels his soul return to his body. Because it's not so easy to say that his favorite company was Y/N, the girl who makes his heart race faster than usual and who constantly plagues his mind.

Now wasn't the time.

Now was the time to eat dessert.

———————————

The laughter had ceased, and silence reigned throughout the halls and corners of the tower. Everyone was either asleep or tucked away in their own spaces, trying to get through the night, as was usual.

Apparently, there were two people who couldn't stay still.

On one side was Bob, who wandered the halls trying to get to sleep, but something on his mind was tormenting him. Or rather, Void tormented him. The entity that seemed to be fighting the hardest to emerge and take control of Bob again. It had been doing so frequently lately, especially when a certain female presence was near Bob.

He didn't want to have to lose control again, but Void was plaguing his mind to do it, and he was about to do it if Bob let his guard down.

On the other hand, Y/N was on the couch in the tower's living room, staring out into the night and listening to the rain falling furiously. There were some rumbles of thunder accompanying the ambient noise, which made Y/N adjust the blanket surrounding her body better. It wasn't uncommon for the girl to be unable to sleep, but lately, her mind had been creating dreams where the same person was always invading her head.

That person was Bob.

The dream began with the man trying to take her hand, but as soon as he did, a darkness began to take over his body, trying to encourage her to do the same. Even though she didn't want to do it, there was something that drew her to try. As if this person wanted her to unleash her full power and not consider the consequences. But at the same time, it wanted to take control of her.

To be close to her.

Whatever it was, it made her hair stand on end.

"Shit," she heard someone curse as they entered the room.

Y/N turns her head and looks at Bob, who is standing nervously near the hallway wall, feeling embarrassed at having been caught. She offers him a small smile and shakes her head.

"Can't sleep either?"

Bob laughs nervously and shrugs.

"I've never been able to sleep properly," he replies with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

Y/N shakes her head ndicating that he should come and sit next to her. The brunette does so almost immediately, stumbling over his steps because he wants so much to be near her. The girl takes off her blanket and covers Bob as soon as he reaches her side of the couch.

The truth is, he'd been thinking about telling her how he felt, but he always chickened out, thinking she couldn't possibly feel the same way. Yelena had made it her mission to tell him that it was more than obvious the feelings they had for each other, and John had even encouraged him to make a move on Y/N. But there was someone who was waiting for the opportunity. And Bob was afraid of that: losing control.

Again.

He couldn't.

Not when it meant Y/N could get hurt in the process.

He would never allow that.

"So, what should we do in the meantime?" Y/N asks with a soft voice.

He frowns slightly and pouts, wondering what to do while he's busy.

"I've never been good at breaking the ice," he admits with a nervous laugh.

You've never been good at anything.

That voice again.

It haunts him forever. Now more than ever.

"We could ask each other questions to get to know each other better," the girl offers, turning her body so her full attention is on Bob. "I'd like to get to know you more."

Bob smiles and nods, feeling a heat spread to his cheeks.

"Sounds good," he says, settling into the couch. "Ladies first."

Y/N smiles and thinks about it for a few seconds before asking.

"Where are you from?" "I was born in Florida. I lived there until I was 16, and then I came to New York," he explains, his voice soft at the memory. "Until I read about the program in Malaysia and the whole Sentry thing, and well... here we are."

He laughs nervously.

"Favorite movie?"

And so they continue, endlessly asking questions, unwilling to break the moment. Although sleep is starting to become a problem, neither of them seems willing to end the conversation—they should cherish this moment however they can, they think to themselves.

She feels the connection with Bob and doesn't want to miss the opportunity to ask him the question that was on her mind that afternoon after lunch.

"You don't have to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable, Bob" Y/N begins saying.

The least she wants to do it's making him feel pressure to respond it. But the growing feeling of curiosity plagues the girl's mind to encourage her to ask this question.

"Of course, Y/N. But I really doubt you'll make me feel like that, you know" he says trying to lighten the mood.

You could never make me feel uncomfortable, he thinks.

Honestly, he was kinda nervous of the question that the girl could possibly ask him. The brunette starts to mentally prepare himself to anything in order to look casual and cool in front of her. The raindrops broke the brief silence between them, giving them a moment of calm so they could talk better.

"When we were having dinner, John ask you something about your favorite teammate coming to check on you and visit you while you were in the lake house," the girl begins to say, testing the waters so as not to sound so hasty or nosy, "and you didn't have time to answer."

Bob swallows and settles back on the couch, fiddling with his fingers. He knows he's trapped and must answer the question, and hates himself for not being able to be confident enough to tell her it's her right away. Even though he's dying to let her know that she's the only one he feels comfortable with and would like to continue being by her side.

Yelena has given him that trust as well, of course. And he was thankful for that.... but the girl in front of him stirs strong emotions inside him that only want to be reciprocated. There's no day that he's not thinking about Y/N — what she's doing, what she's thinking or if there's a small chance that the girl it's thinking about him too. He knows it is something pathetic, because she is way out of his league.

At least that's what the other guy says constantly to him.

"So, I wanted to ask you, and you don't have to answer, of course," she moves her hand to emphasize the last thing said "who was your favorite when we visited you back then?"

"I uh...." he stutters and looks down briefly.

C'mon Bobby. If you don't do it, I will.

"You don't have to..."

"It was you" he finally admits out loud.

Y/N closes her mouth immediately upon hearing his answer and releases the air she had unconsciously accumulated. She looks at him carefully, her eyes soft, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't know when it happened exactly, but it's you," Bob says, and suddenly such a simple answer has become the opportunity to admit his feelings for her.

"I can't get you out of my head and I'm always wondering where you are, what you're doing, or what you're thinking. Damn, I also wonder if you might be thinking about me, but it's ridiculous to even imagine, right?" he says with a humorless laugh "I just know that you're incredible and so beautiful that... god, I can't even think properly when I'm around you"

Y/N feels her heart race with his words and her eyes watered for a moment at the confession.

"All I know is that I'm falling" Bob says and looks directly into her eyes, feeling more confident suddenly "And god, I'm falling hard for you"

Y/N moves closer to join their lips in a kiss, letting him know exactly the same. The man is quick to reciprocate by putting his hands on her waist and holds her body close to him. In one swift motion, he lifts her and settles her onto his lap and continues exploring her mouth with passion and determination. His rough hands rush to feel every corner of her, removing the blanket from her body to get a better feel for her. Grabbing, palming, and caressing every corner of her over her shirt, but his mischievous fingers hide beneath the fabric to feel her skin.

Y/N sighs between kisses, noticing the heat of the moment and questioning Bob's abrupt change of attitude so suddenly, but before she can ask him, Bob's lips attack her neck, making her close her eyes and imprisoning him against her so he won't stop.

"Bob..." she moans and the man lets out a small laugh with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, sweetie?" he asks her.

"Don't stop, please" she begs him.

The man can respond by holding her to his body and said against the skin of her neck.

"I wasn't planning on"

And he smiles with satisfaction, having achieved his goal.

Having her close to him.

While Bob just hoped he wouldn't hurt her.

I swear if you hurt her...

That's where you're wrong, dear Bob. I'm not planning on hurting her.... but to enjoy having her.

Just like you will, soon.

You can thank me later.

Yeah. Right.

Bob just hopes he will regain control of the situation again, because he can't help but grow desesperate to have her in his arms. To be with her, love her and cherish her.

He knew Void was also enchanted by the girl, but unlike Bob, his purely was obsession. The shy brunette worried he'd harm her in the process, but as long as Bob or Sentry regained control, he'd make sure he didn't do anything to her.

His time will come.

In the meantime, he will wait.

And it'll be worth it.

With her, it'll always be.

[sxorpiomooon]

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Pile 1-

Wow this will not start well honestly so cute. The cards are very direct and heartwarming. This connection will develop over time and it will not just be fate or destiny but YOU guys yourself weaving the threads yourself. Someone will have a bad and an inaccurate impression of the other person at first and the other person will one by one break it all down. I just see it starting off as a big misunderstanding. You might catch them staring at you alot before you talk and it'll be because they'll just be confused as to why do you give them such a nasty look?😭 Anyways afterwards I see this person working very very hard and putting in alot of effort to make things right because they know you have high standards or as I heard deserve better? This person might be very manly and handy that's what I'm hearing. I keep seeing someone trying to pin something down with a hammer they might fix things around the house and it might turn you on? You might like them in the colour green I'm seeing a green sweater or pastel colours in general seeing beige as well and they will love you in red slit dresses? I kept hearing sharp and saw a knife. This person will probably like you first and you won't have a good impression of them or won't like them at first and they will fix that for you. I see them working hard to get a chance or opportunity with you. Eyes will do alot of work.

Pile 2-

Funny how I heard opinion even before pulling the cards. There might be something regarding opinions whether you are a very opinionated person or your opinions are not really going to match with each other at first in the beginning. There will be a disconnect between the two of you at first. Right of the bat I can tell that you guys won't be similar at all and won't hit it together in the beginning. It will take time and alot of work for you guys to work out together. The energy is heavy for this connection but that is what is going to make it better I heard "no thing worth having comes easy" and that makes sense. I think both of you will have an equally strong solid personality or identity and will refuse to back down. I heard "love will make you bow down your heads" this kinda funny alot of karmaic or life lessons will be learned through this connection. Alot of emphasis on truth, ethics, morality, loyalty and trust in this relationship. Ooooo missed the most important thing this person might not feel seen by you in the first half? They might feel as if you have a cloth tied to your eyes and you are refusing to look at them

Pile 3-

Alot of drama alot of drama. This is going to be one hell of a story. Things will just go wrong for no reason you both just will be frustrated and tested by the universe for no reason. I keep thinking of youth of may for some reason probably because of the image anyways very fateful connection. Something will always manage to go wrong whenever you guys will get close to each other in the beginning and none of you are going to be mature or brave enough to understand what or why. I keep thinking of the right person, wrong timing. Oooh the love will be very deep but because none of you will be able to gather your courage on time you will miss opportunities and alot of time that you could've spent together. There is alot of regret, nostalgia and growth in this connection I'm seeing rain won't be surprised if there's an angst confession in the rain. Came back to say this but be aware and careful of other people I don't see pure or good intentions of other people for this connection. Alot of people around you (the best ones) will try to sabotage this connection.

Pile 4-

LMAOOOO this person will treat you like a queen or a crown since day one because they will know and will be very well aware of the fact that you are very much out of their league 😭😭 I keep hearing someone saying "I have to do this right I have to do this right" again and again because they are so scared and they know that's it's their one and only golden opportunity. "You swan, he frog" that one chinese social media comment pops in my head "too pure" I think these are not other people's thoughts but just theirs😭😭😭 You will see them going up to the moon and the stars for you because they know that you deserve nothing less. It's like they will never be able to come in terms with how they managed to bag such a heavenly celestial body like you and they know they cannot FUCK up. This person will be very very stressed too tho I heard "with great power comes great responsibility "

[stevesgother]

emmmm!!!!!!!! i’m thinking “well you are cute, ah! i mean- you’re not cute, but you are? i’m just going to shut up now.” with steve & coworker!reader please and thank you love you mwuah mwuah

oh em gee this is so sweet ! i changed the dialogue of the prompt just a teeny bit but it's still the same idea hope thats okay <3 sfw, fluff, coworker!steve being flustered, fem!reader, two idiots crushing on each other

stumbling

"So," a greasy-haired ginger man leans against the checkout counter in front of you, "What kind of songs do girls like on mixtapes?"

You have to entertain this conversation for the sake of your job, but if someone were to ask, you'd rather be shot. "I dunno, depends on the girl, I guess," you tell him absentmindedly, collecting his change from the cash register. You swear this dude comes in here at least once every other day; it gives you a headache to fathom how much of his paycheck he's spending each week just to torture you with creepy pick-up maneuvers.

"Well, what kind of music do you like?" He lilts.

"Death metal. Is there any else I can help you with today?" You deadpan, hoping your lack of interest in anything that's coming out of his mouth will be enough to get him to leave the damn record store.

"Noted," the man winks, it makes your stomach churn, and you have to try your hardest to school your expression quickly, "I'll see you around then."

The smile you give him isn't in response to his terrible flirting or bad breath, but out of pure relief that he's finally left the building.

"God, that guy is insufferable," Steve laments from where he's reshelving this week's new release vinyls.

"Astute observation, asshole. Would it have killed you to throw me a lifeline?"

"Sorry, you know Cathy doesn't like me scaring off the customers with my charming disposition and devilish good looks," he shrugs, and you hurl a pencil cap eraser at his big block head.

"I just don't understand what I need to do for him to get the goddamn hint. I mean, this is ridiculous, right? Am I overreacting?"

"I mean, I don't know-- is it such an awful thing to be flirted with?" Steve asks, pushing the shelving cart to begin stocking closer to you.

"By that greaseball? Yes."

"Well, you know, you're cute so--" his eyes widen as he realizes the admission he's just made, "I mean-- ah-- i mean, not like that--" Steve stutters, practically tripping over himself. You narrow your eyes at him, gesturing for him to continue making a fool of himself.

"Not that you're not cute, I just mean. What I meant was." He leans against the CD shelf adjacent to him in an attempt to play it cool. Or maybe because suddenly his collar was too tight, and his armpits were sweating and had you turned the heat up when you went on lunch earlier?

"Geez, Harrington, tell me how you really feel," you try to joke though secretly your stomach sinks a little each time he recovers from saying he thinks that you're cute. Steve Harrington, the boy you've had a crush on since junior year, can't even admit that he might find you objectively pretty. Ouch.

With a sudden crash, the entire CD case becomes top heavy and spills its contents all over the floor. Steve's cheeks redden to a bright crimson; he wishes he could go back to three minutes ago and suture his lips shut with the staple gun you've been using for the packages.

"I'm going to just...stop talking. And clean this up." He says timidly, crouching down to collect the scattered merchandise. You abandon your station at the checkout counter to help him; there weren't customers inside anyway.

The two of you pick the shelf up and clean in silence for a few excruciating minutes, the tension brewing between your bodies like a tea kettle, until Steve clears his throat and says, "For the record, I do think you're cute. Beautiful, actually."

You're momentarily stunned at his confession, so he continues, "And if I didn't work here, I'd probably be another one of those losers coming in everyday just to see you," he chuckles, maybe a little self-deprecatingly though you can't understand why.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You breathe in partial disbelief. It's not that you weren't confident in your appearance but hearing it from someone you've admired since you were a teenager feels unbelievable.

"'Course I do," Steve says, deathly serious, "I have eyes. Plus, you're like, super funny. I used to think I was quick witted until I met you."

You're grateful for the wooden barrier of the shelf blocking the way you flush at his words. Once the shelf is picked up and properly arranged again, you make your move: "Hey, um, I was thinking about going to see The Princess Bride tonight? At The Hawk?" You're not sure why you're infecting your voice as if every statement is a question. Nervous habit, you suppose. "Would you wanna come with?"

Steve physically trips over himself again and you're nervous he's about to knock another display case over, "Uh, sure, yeah--definitely." He says, a little too enthusiastically, "Pick you up at eight?"

You can't seem to stop fidgeting with the loose strands of baby hairs curling behind your ears, twirling them around your fingers to give yourself something to focus on other than the way Steve's looking at you now with his big, hazel doe-eyes.

"Yeah, yeah that's perfect," you grin.

[wingfleur]

holy shit i love both your grayson fics (both graysons). i like imagining either one jealous cuz theyd have such different reactions. lemme read the jason todd one too. i love your work ong

eee, hello, nonnie! thank u for the kind words! i really hope u enjoyed the jason fic— i got a brainworm, blacked out, and emerged w 1000 words of freak shit... whoops! and i’m about to do the same thing here! 😛

but as for the graysons... i don't think jealous!mark has ever really crossed my mind for real up until now. kinda shocking, honestly, bc i think about him a lot, but i think it's because i always imagine him in scenarios where he and reader are both young, dumb, and totally into each other. like, there's never much room for jealousy bc there's never much room for anybody else. but now that i'm thinking about it... mark would be so whiny and pouty when he's jealous, LMAO. like, if you're not together, but kinda got something going on and are intentionally trying to make him jealous? you'd literally be able to see his frustration bc he carries it in his shoulders, but it would take him a while to crack and say smth about it. oh, and william shoulders the brunt of his whining. like, if it gets to a certain point, he'll actually start hitting ur phone and beg u to stop ducking mark so yall can sort this out and he can go back to living a peaceful life. but in a jealous!mark x mean!reader scenario? like one where u don't really gaf about him fr, but that's exactly what makes his dick hard 😭? omg... all the other people you've gone on dates with and came to class with hickies from have not been in spite of mark at ALL bc u don't even register he exists half the time. it's literally just u living ur life, and he knows this!!!, but he still gets his panties in a twist over it </3 and i promise u that william is sick and tired of his bullshit in this au too, LOL. he's literally this 🤏🏽 close to telling mark to take his girl problem— singular— and his humiliation kink��� bc that's what it is at this point— and get tf on!

as for dick, canonically, i don't think he's the jealous type. he's more of a "tell me if u want me fr, bc if not, lets break up so u don’t cheat on me and i’ll have to compartmentalize it, move on, and break down about it a year later" type of guy. no harm, no foul, but a bit of love lost. but ex-bf!dick? oh bitch, he's another story... and i don't even know if i would call him the jealous type or not bc if you and him are/were fucking around and you tried to push him out of the picture, he'd be nothing but annoying and invasive about it, LMFAO. his reaction is purely situational: the circumstances are what will tell me if he's actually jealous and lowkey-highkey super butthurt about it, or if he doesn't gaf fr and is solely doing this out of spite 😭. and ex-bf!dick doesn't really care about what you want fr either, bc what you need is him, and he knows you know that, yet all you do play... :/ worst part is he's ridiculously confident about it, too. like, he has absolutely no issue forcing himself back into ur circle and poking at ur boundaries bc he knows whoever you're seeing right now doesn't hold a candle to how good he can treat u; its only a matter of time before u drop ur guard. but its okay! what u like is the chase, and luckily, he does too!, but play time is over, sweetheart, so quit messing around and take off them drawls 🤷🏽‍♀️

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[cosmicalily]

'talk about: pop music' - a mini series by @cosmicalily

Outline: A series of standalone Stray Kids fics inspired by my favourite pop princesses of the era, because even the catchiest songs can have the deepest meanings. Author’s note: This was originally going to be entirely a Pinkpantheress series, but I've been wanting to do a 'party 4 u' inspired fic for so long and this felt like the perfect opportunity! Also I'm not accepting any criticism for starting a new series when I have two currently unfinished ones . . .

Pre-release teasers:

Track Moodboards & Lyric Reveals

Tracklist: (Disc 1: Hyung Line)

Track 1: ‘party 4 u’  with BangChan “You know that I've been waiting for you.” - Charli xcx Track 2: ‘OMG’  with Minho “I don't often use your name, but I'm craving to” - Suki Waterhouse Track 3: ‘Pop Star’  with Changbin “I don′t like the cameras, but I love it when you ogle.” - Coco & Clair Clair Track 4: ‘Red Wine Supernova’  with Hyunjin “Fell in love with the thought of you.” - Chappell Roan

Tracklist: (Disc 2: Maknae Line)

Track 5: ‘Illegal'  with Jisung “But tell me why my heartbeat is in a rush.” - Pinkpantheress Track 6: ‘Busy Woman’  with Felix “Maybe for you, though, I could accommodate.” - Sabrina Carpenter Track 7: ‘California’  with Seungmin “Got a fragile heart, always thought you knew that.” - Beabadoobee Track 8: ‘Headphones On’  with Jeongin “Every good thing comes my way, so I still get dolled up.” - Addison Rae

Taglist:

@hyunjiiza @velvetmoonlght @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @btch8008s @heartsbyani @ellemir2404 @bellarellasstuff @starsinagreenskyxx @ashtxrie @pigeonseatmayo @modesttiger @woozarts @zelinkcrossing @urlocalmultigroupfan @shuuporanglinos @lezleeferguson-120 @r1nstaaa @bibibahngg @jessxxxfwd @koiiqqqq @lenfilms @yaniblvsh @dearmini @ilovedallywinston @0sunshinecryptid0 @peskybirdysya @channieschocco @straberieslee @hanverse-recs | send an ask, dm or comment to be added :)

[fiamat12]

PSA: Don't take it personally...

I've always been open-minded, fair-minded and like most who have been attracted to Lukola's story, a sucker for love and romance. When I did a deep dive into Lukola, almost a year ago now, I had time to spare, good partners w/ whom to exchange ideas and resonance w/ the situation. I also believe that everything happens for a reason; I believe Lukola does, too. N's own words reflect that sentiment: "What is for you won't pass you by."

I always try to act w/ kindness, even when it's not being shown to me. Others have come at alot for speaking the truth about Lukola. I'm ok w/ that. I've been called crazy because I could perceive what others couldn't early on regarding the baby. That's ok, too. The latest I've been accused of is punishing Anons by blocking them if I disagree w/ them.

Let me be clear, and as I've said previously, you will NOT be blocked for disagreeing me. But if you're on another ship? That means we have a fundamental difference in our core beliefs, and I don't care to fight that battle. You be you, and I'll be me. Separately. Why would you *want* to follow me if we're so diametrically opposed?

You will likely have a difficult time on my blog if you don't agree that Lukola: #1- is currently together, #2- had a baby together and #3- hasn't been able to launch due to legal obligations involving A. We don't have to agree on every detail of how those things came about (we may never know), just that those things are likely true. Also, if there's a new piece of *verifiable* info. that could shed light on things, I'm ALWAYS up to discuss.

I've also asked, and still ask, that you don't push a narrative w/ which you know I disagree on my blog, esp. if it's pure hearsay. If you're going to make-up something that causes chaos amongst shippers or put forth a theory that reads more like Fanfic, it will steer me away from you. I'm particular about what I allow on my blog because it reflects my opinions/ stance; you have your own blog for yours.

I use my best judgment to filter comments; sometimes, I err. But I can assure you I'm not punishing people I choose to block nor is it personal. I know very few of you personally. In a press call interview, N mentioned that you can let every opinion about you affect you OR realize: "they don't even know me... that's the key".

I'm not telling you what to believe - do as you wish; I could be totally wrong, and you can think I am! Just take it to your corner and let me put the content I believe in on my blog. Simple. ✨️

[contract-crawdad]

Look Outside Pacifism Concepts: Part 3

It's time for the taxidermy menagerie!

Little Helpers (Wirecutter, Needles, and Scissors)

During battle, tossing any kind of animal product to one of Taxidermy’s little helpers will cause them to snatch it up in delight, immediately ending combat. This includes obvious things like hamburger or raw pork but also extends to anything made out of leather or wool.

It seems hard at work performing taxidermy on your gift, working its viciously sharp parts in a blur of determined motion. If it notices your continued presence, it gives no indication.

Giving all of them an offering and then returning on day 14 will show the results of their work: a vaguely humanoid taxidermy figure made entirely out of the cobbled together bits you gave them.

Crow

Using pretty much any healing food in Crow’s room will cause the birds to be whipped up into a frenzy once you start the battle.

“Ah for da love a- look whatcha did! With your gotdamn snacks! Ya got em all woiked up… ahhh fuggetaboutit. Dey don’t fight woith a crap when dey’re like dis.”

You can either continue to fight Crow, who will have a heavy accuracy debuff for the rest of the battle or flee from the fight with a guaranteed success rate. At which point, Crow will not re-engage and can be spoken to.

“Dis handsome mug o’ mine? It’s all thanks to da boss! He’s great. On da one hand, he did murderize me, and I gotta say dat dat wasn’t fun. But on da otha hand, he patched me up afterwoids. Even gave me all dese boids for free. Dat’s da boss for ya… all considerate-like!”

Crow will then peacefully wander the room and is willing to trade you a Bundle of Feathers in exchange for food items to appease his birds (can only be done once per day).

Bundle of Feathers: a clump of molted bird parts. The wings still flap and the beaks still open and close. Can be used in battle to draw an enemy's attack but is too flimsy to stand up to more than one instance of damage. Inflicts disease on the enemy that breaks it.

Crocodile

If you begin the battle with Joel in your party, Crocodile will exclaim:

“Hey, little guy, the one with the teeth! Can I borrow some? Just a few molars.”

Using any of Joel's offensive teeth skills at this this point immediately ends the combat. Croc wanders about the room aimlessly and can be spoken to.

“Thanks pal. You’re a lifesaver, my reptile side loses teeth faster than I can grow them back. I’ll have my roomie stitch these onto me later. He's not a bad guy, really. Just devoted to his craft, you know?”

He then gives you an IOU note. It serves no purpose.

Limbs

If you’re missing either arm when you fight Limbs, the combat music quickly dies down and goes silent before either party can attack.

“…Oh! My mistake, it looks like dad already took the parts he wanted from you, so... ah... I guess we're cool? I’m, uhhh, not really used to having guests… want some gum? I’ve got gum.”

If you respond with ‘yes’, they will give you one stick of gum for each member of your party, causing combat to end.

“Don’t tell the others, it’d make me feel so weird if they knew, but… I don’t think I was ever a person. I’m just the spare parts dad had laying around, you know? Ah, that’s better. I had to tell somebody, just to get it off chest…s.”

Tiger

It seems the tiger is the one in control. Literally just a confused and scared animal that will not pursue you so long as you don’t get within two tile’s worth of distance and don't smell too badly.

Taxidermy

If you equip a single character with EVERY piece of the ‘leather’ set, instead of roaming hostilely, Taxidermy will be stationary and blocking the exit when you attempt to leave.

“Could it be…? Could you be another connoisseur of the leather arts? You recognize quality craftsmanship. You wear it well.”

At this point, they will allow you to ask a few questions.

> Who did you used to be?

"An amateur. A blind pedant. An insect, unaware of even my own ignorance."

> What did you do to all these people?

"Yes! Yes!! That is exactly the question I wany my work to awaken within the observer! Oh, that is very validating to hear. Thank you."

> Can I help you or them in any way?

"An artist wants for naught but two things: recognition, and... materials."

> ...Are you going to make me into 'art' too?

"Excited by the possibility, eh? I must admit, I'm thinking about it."

Once you attempt to say goodbye, Taxidermy cuts you off. There’s only one way to really tell whether you're a fan or just a thief: a quiz, of course! About their various creations.

Each question has one correct answer accompanied by two wrong answers, as well as one blatantly incorrect and very rude answer. The exception is the final question, which has no wrong answer (aside from 'Your mother.').

“What did you use to unlock my private display? I hope you appreciated the detail work; it took hours stitching actual hairs into the scalp, and even longer to find a brain that fit inside…”

> A jar.

> A taxidermy dog.

> A beautiful recreation of a human head.

> A cheap Halloween decoration.

“Which creation lacks a brain? I was as surprised as they were when they came to life.”

> Limbs

> Crocodile

> Crow

> You

“How many eyes does Crocodile have? Surely you counted each masterfully preserved eyeball.”

> One

> Three

> None

> Those were supposed to be eyes?

“How many beautiful animals decorate my foyer? minus, of course, the ones you took.”

> Seven

> Two

> (Correct answer, varies)

> Just one, and that's only if you count me.

“…Which of my creations is your favorite?”

> Crow

> Crocodile

> Limbs

> Tiger

> Your mother.

Answering incorrectly twice chases Taxidermy to fight you as normal. But choosing the purposely rude option even once causes them to immediately attack you out of fury. They’re crying, enraged, and blinded for the first three turns of combat. Additionally, they're backed up by two random creations.

Answering correctly at least three times causes Taxidermy to relent.

“As certain as I am that you would make a superb pair of jeans, it would not be right to turn my biggest fan into art.”

They will then move aside, freeing up the exit and offering to create an 'even better' version of any non-leather piece of leather gear... but only one, and it takes an entire day to complete. The resulting equipment has +5 defense, +5 ballistic defense, and +5% bonus to max HP on top of its original stats.

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And that concludes the residents of apartment 30! I wanted to get to the frozen folks in apartment 34 in this post as well, but things just went too long, both lengthwise and timewise! They'll be the next one, and they're even mostly finished (I swear)!

Part 1

Part 2

[billiesoxytocin]

normal people things

pairing: billie eilish x female reader

summary: fluff fluff fluff!! billie opens up to you about her longing and desire to just... be normal again. so you bring her on a spontaneous late-night grocery run with you that reminds her of the quiet joy of normalcy <3 FLUFFF!!!!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHH

warnings: just billie being a little sad at the start!

word count: 1.5k a/n: js a little something i wrote on a whim. not my best work but it's cute, i think! i hope you enjoy reading it still :)

your head snapped from the screen in front of you to the sound of keys jiggling behind you. a small smile crept to your face, heart rate slowly building up at the excitement of the love of your life coming home.

you watched from the couch as the doors opened and billie walks in. you were greeted with nothing more than a loud sigh from her and a loud thud from her bag hitting the floor.

no hi my love! no i missed you.

"hello to you too, ms grumpy," you let out a soft laugh, finally catching her attention.

she looked up from the tiny screen on her phone and finally laid eyes on you, her gaze lingering with a slight, apologetic smile.

you knew something must have happened today, so you didn't want to make her feel worse. you tilted your head in a beckoning motion, silently telling her to come sit with you.

and she did. her back slouched. her head hung low.

oh my baby.

she rounds to the front of the couch and came crashing into your already open arms. you let out a content sigh of having her back in your arms after a full day.

this was home.

the raven-haired girl squirmed and shifted on top of you and you let her, till she found the ultimate comfort position– her head snug in the crook of your neck, her legs intertwined between yours, her hands in the warmth of your skin under your shirt.

"you wanna talk about it, baby?" you whispered against her hair, your hands slowly finding their way in her silky hair as they massaged her scalp gently. how you knew she liked it.

you felt her practically melt further into you, a soft hum leaving her system. you let the question hang in the air, knowing that she'll answer when and if she wanted to.

a sigh leaves your lips as you kissed her her head through her hair. you took a deep breath, inhaling her scent that you love so much as you simply embraced her.

"sometimes," billie starts, and pauses. you felt her fingers trailing mindless shapes on your sides as she figured out her words.

"mmhm?"

she lets out a sigh and looks up, her chin resting on your chest as the two of you lock eyes.

"is it bad that sometimes i wish i wasn't... this?"

you furrowed your eyebrows, slightly confused. you tucked a stray hair behind her ear, "what do you mean, bils?"

"like-," she paused again.

you smiled, "my love.."

she looks at you questioningly. "it's just me. you don't have to filter. tell me as it is, baby."

"sometimes i don't want to be the billie eilish, global superstar. i don't want to be recognised everywhere i go. i wanna drive myself around in a cool car, not be driven in a black van. sometimes i just want to be able to go to the grocery store and shop like normal people. do normal people things, you know."

you hummed in acknowledgement as you listened. your heart wrenching just a little, hearing the longing in her voice. billie looked everywhere as she spoke, but your eyes never left her face.

"i feel alien, now, y/n. i don't like that," she ends off with a defeated sigh before laying her head back on your chest.

you sighed as well.

"i'm sorry, baby."

you didn't know what else to say. if you had the power to change things, you would have done it already. and billie knew that.

your hands ran down her back, rubbing soothing circles as you pulled her in just a little tighter.

"don't be, sweetheart. it's not your fault, and nobody can do anything about it now. i'm just complaining."

and suddenly you sat up straight, catching billie by surprise as she was forced up as well. "get dressed," you simply said before pushing her off to stand on your feet.

"huh?"

"get dressed!" you repeated, getting excited. billie laughs at the sight, despite being perplexed by your sudden burst of energy.

"i AM dressed! i just got back. YOU get dressed!"

you looked down at your PJs and winced. she was right. you giggled to yourself as you ran to the bedroom to throw on a hoodie and sweatpants over your PJs, and grabbed another hoodie for billie.

it was 2am on a monday night. and you and billie stay in an apartment a 15-minute drive away from a 24-hour k-mart. and you have your very own sage range rover downstairs.

"put this on, baby." you tossed the hoodie to billie as you grabbed your car keys with one hand, the other leading your girlfriend out of the apartment.

billie laughs loudly, "what is going on? where are you taking me?"

you just smiled all the way down to the car.

"um, the driver seat is here..?" she trailed off in confusion when she saw you standing by the passenger seat door.

"oh! right," you feigned innocence before tossing the car keys to her as well, "you're driving."

you hopped onto the passenger seat, all buckled in and ready to go. you were just so tickled by billie's confusion, giggling to yourself in your seat.

"i know what you're doing, y/n." billie says softly as she settled in the driver seat.

you turned to look at her, lips twitching with a barely-contained smile. “oh, do you?”

she nodded, eyes on the road as she started the engine, the soft rumble filling the otherwise quiet underground garage. “you’re trying to give me my ‘normal people things.’” her voice cracked just a bit at the end, laced with affection.

you reached over and rested your hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “maybe,” you admitted with a shrug. “or maybe i just really wanted to argue with you in the snack aisle over whether sour patch or gummy worms are superior.”

billie snorted, the sound breaking through the heavy mood like a sunbeam through clouds. “gummy worms are obviously better.”

you gasped dramatically, eyes wide. “i don’t even know who you are anymore.”

she laughed again, louder this time, and you could practically see the tension start to melt from her shoulders as she backed out of the spot and drove out into the quiet city night.

fifteen minutes and a lot of silly playlist shuffling later, the two of you pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of the all-night k-mart. the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a cold glow on the asphalt as the doors whooshed open for you.

both of you walked in like two kids left unsupervised—hoodies too big, sleepy eyes, the thrill of being out when the world was quiet. this was yours. just yours.

you grabbed a cart and started pushing it dramatically, leaning forward like a race car driver. billie jogged up beside you and jumped on the front bar, laughing as you struggled to steer. you nearly crashed into a display of off-brand soda.

“this is unsafe,” you huffed, but you were laughing too.

you hit the snack aisle first. billie held up a party-sized bag of vegan white cheddar popcorn with the most serious expression. “this is a necessity.”

you squinted at it. “that stuff gets everywhere. like—i’ll be finding crumbs in my hair for a week.”

“worth it,” she grinned, already tossing it into the cart.

you found a pack of those off-brand gummy worms and waved them in her face. “don’t say i never compromise.”

she laughed and tossed them into the cart. “i’ll allow it.”

in the next aisle, she stopped in front of a weird assortment of halloween clearance items (despite it being may) and put on a discounted plastic tiara. “do i look like royalty?” she asked, striking a dramatic pose in front of the dusty shelf mirror.

“you are royalty,” you replied, without missing a beat. “but the kind that starts revolutions and burns shit down.”

“so… accurate,” she smiled.

you meandered into the homeware section, where you debated the color of throw pillows for an embarrassingly long time. she found a ridiculously soft blanket—neon pink and fluffy—and wrapped herself in it like a burrito.

“this is who i am now,” she declared, arms tucked in.

“that is seventy percent polyester,” you deadpanned.

“i’m seventy percent done with your judgment,” she smirked.

in the toy aisle, billie made a beeline to the shelves of nerf guns. “don’t tempt me.”

“you’re already tempted,” you warned.

you ended up having a short, ridiculous battle between aisles with foam darts flying everywhere. she tackled you onto one of the giant teddy bears in the corner, both of you breathless with laughter.

and somewhere between the frozen pizza aisle and the pet toys you absolutely didn’t need, billie turned to you and said, “thank you.”

you blinked. “for what? the late-night junk food?”

“no,” she said softly. “for giving me this. this—” she gestured around at the nearly-empty store, the cart with three kinds of chips, your disheveled hoodie, and your hand still holding hers.

“this feeling of being… just a girl. with her girlfriend. at k-mart. at 2am. arguing over whether a slushie counts as hydration.”

you grinned. “it absolutely does not.”

she smiled back, leaned in, and kissed you. soft, sweet, and slow. the kind of kiss that said everything words couldn’t. that she was grateful. that she loved you. that in this moment, she wasn’t billie eilish the global phenomenon.

she was just billie. your billie.

[quesocheeso]

*heyyyy there, I say crawling slowly out of the darkness*

(This hyperfixation is gonna kill me.)

So. How about. And hear me out on this.

We give Xiaoxing an abnormal physical strength.

He still doesn't have any magic, but he makes up for it with physical abilities. It's on par with Wukong's and maybe even stronger. (That's how he survived the fight with possessed Wukong.)

Wukong and Macaque never knew that because they never tried to actually challenge him, they just saw him as a fragile little kid and taught him the basics of fighting and self-defense. He kept training on his own without his parents knowing to avoid their overprotective rules.

But then he goes to school and his parents, in an attempt to protect him, say that he is forbidden from using any magic to keep everyone safe.

A few bullies hear of this rule and try to pick on him. To everyone's surprised, he takes them down with brute force. So all the kids got scared of him, because if that's how strong he is without magic, then they'll be doomed if he gets mad and decides to use it.

Of course his parents got called to school after the accident but they were too happy and proud of him so he didn't get in any trouble.

Now here's the fun part:

Who is the only person who knows how strong Xiaoxing is?

His little brother, Xioalei.

He is a smart kid, he figured things out pretty early. So he gets very confused when he sees his parents treat his big brother like some weakling.

For example:

Some dangerous strong demon attacks Xiaoxing at 10 y.o, Xiaolei 5 y.o.:

Wukong:"Xiaoxing! Xiaolei! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!"

Macaque:"Look at me baby! Did he hit you anywhere!?"

Xiaoxing:"Nope, I'm good."

Xiaolei:"No, but I think that demon is dying." Baby Xiaolei points at a very badly injured demon.

Wukong:"HOW DARE HE. I'LL KILL HIM."

Macaque:"Don't yell! You'll scare the kids!"

Xiaolei:"That's what we're concerned about?"

Wukong:"Moon, take the kids home, I don't want them to see this."

Macaque:"Peaches. Make sure that fucker never comes back."

Xiaoxing:"ooooo, mama said a bad word, hehehe."

Xiaolei:"MOTHER. THAT MAN IS DEAD."

That was not the only time, whenever Xiaolei felt scared or in danger he'd run to his big brother for protection.

And now the cherry on top, when Xiaoxing finally got his magical power:

Macaque:"Maybe he isn't as weak as we thought..."

Wukong:"Yeh... maybe we should train him more..."

Xiaolei:"SERIOUSLY!? NOW!?!?!? I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU THIS FOR YEARS!!!!" *storms out the room cursing in spanish*

The kid loves his family but the way they avoid the truth about Xiaoxing's strength like some professional acrobats really gets on his nerves.

He has magic but whenever he fought with his big brother he'd get his ass kicked. Forget magic, that guy is a fucking monster.

Macaque to 7 y.o. Xiaolei :"I know you want to play with your brother but maybe you two shouldn't play so roughly together. If you wanna fight then ask your dad for a match. Just to avoid accidents, ok?"

Xiaolei:"Why are you telling this to me? Mother I had my ass served on a silver platter. You should be saying that to him!"

Macaque:"What did we say about using bad words?"

Xiaolei:"Wha-... sorry."

*I'm just throwing in a suggestion, I just think it would be very funny. Okay! That's it. Imma go back to the darkness.*

Loving all the asks you’re pulling anon and at this point I’m begging you to actually post them cause I just cackle at all of them and everyone should see them lmaooo

On another note, you kinda hit the nail on the head on this one my guy

Xiaoxing doesn’t have any magic abilities until season 3 BUT he does have super strength, which unluckily the monkeys didn’t clock it, although I wouldn’t write the monkeys as overbearing as they are here, they’re a lil less over protective, cautious yes but they don’t bar Xiaoxing from doing things or treat him like glass so there’s not a lot of resentment from the kid from that, not until MK walks in

Going back on the strength, fun fact, Xiaoxing plays on the baseball team on his school, and since the school he goes to pretty much helps students train their abilities, when his teachers realized that Xiaoxing had super strength they started training him via baseball, which circles back to one of my Season 3 posts where he likes to use his laser eyes, he mains them actually because as a fighter Xiaoxing would be a long distance one because his accuracy is top notch, next to none, so he trains this skill by throwing baseballs at high speeds that teachers keep track of, both in velocity and force

The reason why the monkeys don’t know about his strength is because it’s a recent thing, he didn’t always have it, I would say he started getting it around the time MK appeared first

Also fun fact: none of the kids have abilities, they all start getting them during season 3 (hmmmmmmm I wonder why?🤔🤔😁👍) (them being powerless actually helped stop heaven from taking action against them oof)

And yeah Xiaoxing would beat the hfil out of bullies before he gained super strength and that’s cause he’s just smart and uses their own abilities against them, being powerless taught him how to quickly evaluate others and effectively put them out with their own force, he teaches Xiaolei this when he enters school so now you have two “weak” monkeys who are considered the strongest in the school lmaoooo,, they effectively become tacticians per say cause of this

[returnofeternity]

grow a garden has also been my addiction lately:)) every time I play I always think of modern au teen!Lottie playing, that and I have an in-game pet deer so when I see them my mind just goes “LOTTIEEEE” automatically. I think she probably would have enjoyed playing cozy farming games, or just games with farming features in general (Minecraft, stardew valley and animal crossing I’m looking at you)

DUDE ME TOO. i just hit 2b coins 😎

the concept of dating lottie and being friends with her on roblox....having each other in the bio too. <3

she doesnt mess around on it. she only has roblox installed on her phone just so she can have it open when she cant be on the puter 😭 it's ur own PC you bought with your money too but she kicks you off because it's easier to play on it 😒

shes kind of like a mansplainer when she talks to you about it...😭 especially if you don't get it. tells you how to plant correctly and what the best seeds are because ur NOT doing it correctly ofc >_> but she's suchhh a good gf and gives you those frozen candy blossoms and a bunchhh of freebies so you can gain coins 😊 its so cute seeing her avatar jump toward you 💗 and she will constantly rejoin games until your farm is next to hers!!

and i know her farm is PERFECT. she has everything so organized and it doesn't even feel cluttered even though there's like hundreds of plants. she came crying to you when someone used their robux to steal one of her crops too 😭 was so butthurt and reported them and everything. you tried to give her one of your strawberries to make her feel better </3

kinda like a guard dog and tells off 'noobs' who wanna scam you by trading dog shit items lmfao.

she would LOVE to make a stardew farm with you omfg are you kidding???!!!! she spends ages planning out the name and what theme she wants to do!! she takes the farm life very seriously.

and i know charlotte matthews takes character customization seriously as well.

laughing just thinking about lottie telling you how much she hates cheaters in the game but you find out that she has mods installed to make the game easier 😭

lottie who likes to game next to you <33 always brings her computer to where you are and resumes gaming. she loves showing off her work to you and just likes you being near her while she's basically silent for hours just farming n shit. its ur bonding time <3 thinking of things like hugging her from behind on the bed while she builds your Minecraft house bc you suck at building ❤️ lottie who facetimes you while you're at work or in class because she needs your help deciding what to do or build next ❤️

she likes to leave little presents for you to find when you get on too!! she leaves flowers in your chests, spells out "i love you" using your favorite Minecraft blocks, gives you her extra diamonds, steals one of your sheep, leaves a sign on your door that says "gay."

think she's so the type to feel bad about abandoning her villagers 😭 it's been months since she's used her switch for anything other than Mario kart, and she wont even boot up animal crossing because she'll feel even worse for seeing them after neglecting them for so long lmfaooo.

thinking about lottie who has her own lil fashion business on roblox.... she makes her own clothes and shit!!!! she shows you her sketches for new ideas and it's so cute :( she's almost a robux millionaire

[dragonidpyrus12]

God, I remember when I was little, we had two distinct classes during elementary year 3-4, which got repurposed a few years later. One was something... it was design, but not. I vividly remember we had a task to draw our house but in a building sort of sense, like you see on blueprints. Amazing class, would love to see it make a comeback.

The other was a civic class. And we had a philosophy class in high school too, but it didn't really hit where it should. I don't really remember much from it unfortunately, but it did mention our right to vote and why and how we earned it, for kids obviously. But the fact it got taken out, in my region, of the learning process is really telling.

I'm so glad you have been so lucky. In a sense, one of my parents would sort of say "yeah voting is important", but that doesn't usually motivate me, in any situation. Also one of my classmates wanted to become a teacher as well, I've heard some of her discussions with our headmaster/diriginte, so I know what you mean about that module!

Goodness... Honestly, the state of this information is just heartbreaking like you said... I've also heard from many teachers over the years, my teachers, that a lot of the information is just... too much, not needed, and outdated.

Oh my god, that sounds horrifying. There's very little actually acceptance for... different ideas in our society, especially when it comes to the communist movies or actual history. Many (not all) middle-aged people don't even BELIEVE about things that Russia did to our country and our people, let alone all the way back to Dacians.

Also side-note, can I find info on the research online or is it just in research groups specifically? I'm curious, sorry!

It's so sad that, in order to actually understand what happened with the Iron Guard, you either have to bump into it online and be curious enough to look into it, or you have to go to uni. I haven't gotten to uni, but at least I'm glad you actually learn more about it there. And yeah, it's hard to call them anything other than monsters...

I've always felt that everything is kind of... all over the place. You don't really have a direction, and yeah they kinda slack off big time. Not to mention that religion classes eventually become Opt-in (or opt-out, I forgot), but at that point there's not... really much you learn there. No offense to anyone else, but that's what it felt like to me.

Man... I remember when I was bullied for wanting to know more, or for becoming better. I didn't like English in particular, took a really bad grade, cried about it and then I learned to love English thanks to YGO. Once I got better, the bullies of the class liked to pick on me even more than usual, that I was one of those "know it alls" now. That just made me more stubborn.

I can probably say I grew up in the Iohannis "Educated Romania" regime. I can DEFINITELY say I have 0 fucking clue what the hell to do now. Like the school didn't prepare me for the real world, and it also didn't give me great knowledge, and I acknowledge that and I'm always open to learning for because of it. I also have short memory, so that might have a play in it.

But I had to learn the things that I have from online sources as a result. And I had to comb through online sources to make sure the information is refutable.

Younger generations? I'm even scared to think about them. The pandemic also brought out more evidently the issues the education system has and made a lot of people indifferent to any sort of education as a whole.

Agreed on the results if there will be investing in education at all. You don't get these results in a few years, you get them over the span of a generation or two.

Yeah... Yeah it's ever since communism fell. Nothing major changed, there only patches in a structure that was outdated and outright wrong at times.

Funny you should say that, avem si noi genetica in programa! Dar e la stiinte ale naturi (si in programa de BAC, poti da ori la plante, animale si ecologie, ori la anatomie si genetica). Probabil la alte profile se repeta alta materie din anii trecuti.

Foreigners in the replies of posts regarding Romania; I regret to inform you the extremist candidate loss was not in anyway related to America's current situation.

Has Trump been brought up? Yes, but from what I've seen, in that manner at least, it was mostly in progressive circles that would have already voted just fine

This was entirely our own hubris and doing

Simion's number 1 mistake was threatening our place in EU and NATO, the two best things to have happened to this godforsaken country in ever

Simion's number 2 mistake was threatening our democracy in a country with generational trauma the likes of which westerners cannot begin to comprehend

[kanmom51]

https://www.tumblr.com/kanmom51/783693358602371072/burn-double-burn-triple-burn?source=share I don't understand what or whom you meant here...if you don't mind can you please explain it. If u meant tkkrs here, I think they're so happy that Jungkook kept on mentioning tae and them talking on the Phone. Am I missing something???

Good for them I guess. Being oblivious is a thing too.

When that is what makes them happy, JK having a laugh at Tae, then not answering his call and telling us he isn't. And when he finally does laughing at how Tae is cursing him only to hang up on him and tell us he did, then the pickings are real slim.

What we got from them was that JM and JK listened to Jin's song together. We got confirmation that they are together again. We got them giggling together having a good laugh at JK being bratty as shit towards Tae, frustrating the shit out of Tae.

But you know, doesn't surprise me that they don't get it. They haven't gotten it for years now, how JK is not and will never be interested romantically in Tae. They don't listen to the two of them. Actually listen to things they say and said through the years. They don't observe actual interactions between the two in original content. And when they do see it, they make excuses to explain the distance and at times the passive aggressive interactions between the two.

And talking about not getting it, or maybe getting it but faining ignorance, with their 'haha JK ignored JM during the whole comment interactions". Like seriously? Are they actually being serious? The two are literally sitting together taking a crack at Tae having a good laugh TOGETHER, did I mention them at the very least sitting side by side while this was happening? JK ignoring JM? While the two literally chose to and went through joint enlistment, are servig together, singing together, showering together and sleeping together. But I guess this is a win in their book, JK not directing comments to JM in that live, again, with the two literally at each other's side. And why would he when he is too busy taking a stab at Tae, all while making his favourite person in the whole wide world laugh, when we know that's his favourite passtime (making JM laugh - fact)?🤣🤣

It's either lack of experience, not knowing what a healthy loving relationship actually looks like, or obsessing on 2 members they NEED to be together, so much so that they make up this entwined warped reality where nothing the two do, including both actually being with another person, will divert them from their obsession. So, I guess at the end of it, me saying burn does mean nothing, because no matter what any of these 3 young men do or say, including an official statement of them being with another, these people will continue to create stories, narratives, theories that will suit their obsession, no matter how untrue they are. Larry's 0.2!!

Anyways, who cares about some delusional unhinged assholes when the clock is counting down and we are approaching the 3 week mark in a hop skip and jump?

24 days to go!!

[catsushinyakajima]

Asterika's Spring Sem fic recs!

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Gets into Keith's anxiety and paranoia soooo well. You see how his problems cause problems and how his fears and actions are percieved by others and atdghdhdd. Beach house fic on top. Sooo much build up with such a satisfying confrontation. Loved it.

Bang by vanitashaze | 18.9k | Smut | Autism/ADHD

Holy shit you guys. First off, the author has the funniest language ever, they write totally the way Lance would think. Second off, this fic addresses ideas like consent, body image, capabilities of enforcing boundaries, and self-respect so well! This is fully a smut, but it's a very autistic smut (smut between autistic people, focuses more of the autism). So fucking realistic and good.

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Walk With Me by bluemantics/@bluemantics | 15.7k+ (2/3) | Post-Canon | Mutual Pining

Post canon Klance...dumbasses Klance...WHAT MORE CAN I SAY? These folks got their baggage they refuse to talk about and a bunch of unsaid romance and background adashi im dead. im dead. Im on the floor.THEY JUST GET EACH OTHER!!

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So any ace fic at all deserves to be put in the hall of fame, but an ace fic from the allosexual POV? AUGH! It's so indulgent to see Lance talk about Keith so respectfully and love him and try his best. And he's never giving up anything to stay with Keith. Also they're dumbasses.

Grin and Bear It by loadingboy/@loadingboy | 192k+ | Brainwashing | Heavy Angst with an eventual comfort

So no list of mine is complete without a fic that induces psychological warfare on the mind. you guys. I read 10 chaps of this fic in four hours. That's how into it I got. I got sooo much tension reading this. Zack is the king of pacing a story. You always recieve snippets of information, but never the full picture, and I ALWAYS WANT MOREEEE. The parts that hurt hurt soo much and the parts that are normal somehow hurt too! I'm not a very emotional reader, but if you are, you will cry reading this EL O EL

vicodin on sunday nights by lykak | 118k | High school AU | Homophobia

You guys. This is the real enemies to lovers. Like! ARGH, Lance has sooo many issues it's not even funny and Keith's existence hurts him it's not even a rival thing. And somehow something beautiful blossoms out of it. Lots of fights, realizations, bonds being made, so much! Truly shows the ups and downs of a closeted high school jock.

been living in a lonesome galaxy by Katranga | 25.1k+ (4/5) | College AU | Friends with Benefits

If someone tells you I have over twenty rereads of this fic no I fucking don't definitely not! Ha! Haha...but fr. This is one of my FAV college aus. First off: Love autistic keith. LOVE HIM. Love Keith and Lance being good for each other. Every interaction with them is so cute. Indescribably so. And Keith, this guy is navigating through so many life issues! People do him dirty smh. I LOVE THIS FIC!!

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I'd Love to See Me From Your Point of View (For All of My Pretty and All of My Ugly, Too) by mothmanavenue/@mothmanavenue | 5.9k | Fluff | Pining

So much fucking pining. Lance is so down bad. Almost as down bad as I am for this fic. God, they're so cute. They're so couple-y. We really see how Keith makes Lance feel cared for. Ykw, I'm actually about to go reread this NOW. PEACE YALL.

[scribbledghost]

Omg, I've been listening to Provider on repeat and AJAHKAISJSJS BY SLEEP, I HAVE IDEAS- especially the line 'garner you with silk like a spider'

Like inhuman!Ves with ropeplay, but instead, silk >:3 hehe

Have a goodnight/day scribbled!!!

kdjhfkjahs I want you to know that as soon as I saw this ask, I stopped everything else I was doing and removed the splint I've got on my finger just so I could type properly to answer it lmao

This is so good. This is delicious and I love it. He'd have the prettiest silk ribbons, probably in a deep green color. The whole tying process is like a type of foreplay in and of itself, with how gentle and sensual he makes the entire experience. He softly caresses and kisses your skin as he lays the silk across it, tying knots here and there to secure the fabric against your body.

I can even see him putting a ribbon over your eyes, just to heighten the pleasure and to add to the fun of you not knowing what he's up to or where his hands will hand on your next. Part of it is him reveling in your sense of anticipation, and part of it is him playing into that sense of trust that is necessary for something like this. Vessel loves hard, and the idea that you would trust him to take care of you without being able to move or see makes him feel reassured that his love is reciprocated.

I love the idea of this sort of cocooning act tying in with those lyrics as well. He'll project soothing, yet dominant sensations into your mind to reassure you that he's got everything taken care of, that there's no need to fear. Sure, you can't really move much with the ribbons tying you, but you don't need to while he's there. He knows your body, your mind, your needs, your wants. And he always sees to it that you are completely satisfied.

Something tells me that, even though Vessel tends to take things fairly slow in the bedroom normally anyway, this takes it to another level. When he brings out the silk, you can pretty much rest assured that you'll be in for a very, very long night.

I think this aspect also adds to the idea of him being "like a spider" in the sense that he's wrapped up his prey. He's caught you in his web, and he's not letting you go. He plans to devour you, wants you to give him everything, and he'll give you all of him in return.