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Ruffled Hair and Genuine Smiles

Riddle x !Mother Figure! Reader (platonic)

It was after Riddle's overblot, when you crouched next to him on the ground as he cried and gently wiped his tears before offering the warmest hug he's ever gotten in his life, that he first felt that warm feeling in his chest.

You went on to offer to help him make the tart Ace demanded as an apology; pointing out that Ace had plenty of help making his and therefore Riddle deserved at least one person to help him.

When it came to baking the tart, Riddle had that unfamiliar, warm feeling in his chest the whole time you two were working.

You giggled when he got flour on his cheek, and when he pouted, you smudged some on your own as well so the two of you would match.

Riddle was stunned by your action, but he found himself letting out the most genuine laugh he's laughed in ages.

When Riddle mentioned the oyster sauce you gave him a strange look before shrugging and telling him to go ahead and add it. (It would he Trey, the one who told him this little 'trick', that would be tasting the consequences)

You could see Riddle trying his hardest to be better after his overblot, so you made sure to let him know you saw his efforts. Sometimes you did this with words, and other times you did it by fondly ruffling his hair.

It doesn't matter if you're all that much older than Riddle or not, at this point he was starting to unconsciously see you as a mother figure.

On the rare occasion that he didn't already have his tie tied perfectly and positioned just right, you would come up and do it for him. (there's that warm feeling again)

On test days you'd meet up with him after school to see how he did. When he did well you hugged him happily. When he did poorer than he hoped, you still hugged him: reassuring him that this wouldn't be the end of the world. "We all fall short of our goals sometimes. It's a part of life and it's how we learn. Look at your test. The ones you got wrong are marked. You can take this information and use it to do better next time. You know what you struggle with, so work on it. There will be plenty more tests for you to ace in the future, but you won't be able to do so if you allow yourself to be put down by this one. I believe in you, Riddle; and I'm proud of you whether you get 100% or not."

Riddle was stunned by your words and ended up crying in your welcoming arms for a second time.

Anytime he would slip up and get angry, you'd gently calm him down and help him find a better solution than yelling.

Anytime the Equestrian Club would have a competition of some sort, you'd be in the front row of the crowd: camera in hand. Somehow, he could always hear your cheers over the rest of the crowd.

Riddle somehow got a button torn off his uniform jacket once, and you offered to fix it for him. The next day, you showed up to Heartslabyul bright and early in the morning (with the slightest dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night making sure your stitches were perfect) Jacket in hand.

He didn't realize until later in the day when he reached his hand in his pocket that you had left a little note. "Have a good day, Riddle! Good luck on your test! :)"

Anytime Riddle would have to call his mom, and inevitably be left upset afterwards, you'd always be there for him with your arms open.

"Oh" he thought, finally piecing his feelings together. That warm feeling in his chest every time you did something for him that showed him you cared. . .that's what it's supposed to feel like to be loved by a mother. Not cold and harsh. Soft and warm.

Nobody dares utter a word when they see the usually uptight Riddle not so discreetly looking for you after class on test days: 100% score in hand. Nor do they utter a word when they see how excited he looks when he finally finds you and shows you the test. And they certainly don't say anything when you get away with ruffling his hair and giving him a soft hug.

"I'm proud of you, Riddle." This is a sentence his real mother has never once uttered to him, at least not genuinely. It's come to the point that any time he hears those words he can't help but feel inadequate. That's what his mother always made him feel when she said those words in that ingenuine tone of hers.

But when you said it?

When you said it in that oh-so-gentle tone with that oh-so-genuine smile. . .

Riddle felt love

He finally felt like someone was truly proud of him, and he was proud of himself too.

He accidentally calls you mom once, but instead of looking at him disgustedly or yelling at him as he expected; your laugh flows airily through the air like a wind chime. It's not in a condescending way, but rather one that conveys a sense of fondness. You simply ruffle his hair and smile.

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dancing with our hands tied, franco colapinto

summary : franco comes across y/n a small singer, songwriter online and it isn't long before the two strike up a friendship. little do they know their friendship will blossom into much more, and with a life in the public eye it is hard for the media not to catch on. fc : lexi jayde warnings : language, suggestive content. a/n : im so delulu that i acc think that franco will get the vcarb seat 😭 also rly long i apologize i always get so carried away i can'ttt

y/nusername just a girl and her guitar

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user89 lando knows what's up

messages between franco and lando

y/nusername

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f1fan franco liking and commenting is so insane like whaaaaa

y/nusername felt pretty (btw my new song homesick comes out on friday)

liked by francocolapinto, lizzymcapline, alessirose and 27,201 others.

francocolapinto so beautiful

user HUH WHAT username82 francooo what are you doing here f1fan so the whole f1 community has just come here?? user99 yup pretty much 😭

user882 OMG NEW SONG WHAT

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user00 ugh wish it was friday

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messages between y/n and franco

y/nusername small show in ny next week !! tickets on sale now

》 OMG OMG I JUST BOUGHT THEM CAN'T WAIT

》 girl never sleeps (but we love it)

》 stopp they sold out in like 2 mins

》 crying in international fan

y/nusername had the best time 🫶

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username135 the famous lip pout we lovee

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messages between y/n and franco

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》 OMG

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hɑll Of Fɑme || Nɑɾuto Uzumɑki ||

A/n: My baby boy deserved so much better, this isn't a relationship fic. It's more of a Parent!Reader x Naruto.

The streets of Konoha were bathed in golden hues as the sun dipped behind the Hokage Monument, painting the village in warm tones. You sat on the roof of your home, the cool tiles beneath you grounding your thoughts as a familiar voice called out from below.

“Hey, (Y/N)-nee!”

Naruto’s voice was unmistakable—bright, full of energy, but today, there was a heaviness in it, one you knew all too well.

You turned just in time to see him jump up beside you, plopping down with a sigh that seemed too heavy for someone so young. His usual grin was missing, replaced by a tight frown, brows furrowed in frustration.

You didn’t press him right away. Instead, you both sat in silence, watching the village below, the people moving about their lives. Then, softly, you spoke.

“Rough day, huh?”

Naruto huffed, arms crossed over his chest. “Tch. You could say that. Stupid Sasuke. Stupid Kakashi-sensei. Stupid villagers…” He hesitated before muttering, “Stupid me.”

Your heart clenched at his words. “Naruto…”

“It’s just—” he kicked at the tiles. “No matter what I do, it’s never enough! Sasuke always seems ahead, and Kakashi-sensei barely looks at me. And the villagers still—” He stopped, balling his fists. “They still look at me like I’m nothing. Like I’m just that stupid fox.”

His voice cracked, and you could see the way his body tensed, like he was bracing himself for rejection, for scolding—for the words he’d heard his whole life.

But you wouldn’t give him that. You never had and you couldn't help but feel your heart break knowing that so many people still looked at him with so much distain.

Shaking your head, you reached out and pulled him close, his spiky hair pressing against your shoulder as you rested your chin atop his head. He stiffened at first, but then—slowly—he melted into the warmth.

“Naruto,” you murmured, “do you know what I see when I look at you?”

He shook his head, fingers clutching your shirt tight in his grasp.

“I see someone who’s going to be great.”

He let out a dry laugh. “Pft, yeah right—”

“I’m serious,” you cut him off gently, holding his shoulders so he could look into your eyes. “I see a boy who refuses to give up, no matter how many times the world tries to push him down. I see someone with a heart big enough to carry everyone’s burdens, even when no one sees his own pain. And I see—” You poked his forehead lightly. “—someone who’s going to be Hokage one day, no matter what anyone else says.”

His blue eyes widened, searching your face for any sign of a lie, but he only found sincerity. You smiled.

“Do you know why?”

Naruto gulped, shaking his head. His eyes were already misting with tears.

“Because you’re a fighter. Because you’re the kind of person who doesn’t back down, who stands up even when no one else will. And one day, Naruto—you’re going to be up there, on that mountain, with your face carved next to the others.”

His lower lip trembled, and for a second, he looked like the little boy who had clung to you when the loneliness became too much. Then, slowly, the smallest smile broke through, hesitant but real.

“You really think so?” he whispered.

You ruffled his hair with a chuckle. “I know so.”

Naruto inhaled deeply, then exhaled, sitting up straighter. “Yeah. Yeah! You’re right! I’m not gonna let this stop me! Dattebayo!”

You laughed, watching as that fiery determination sparked back to life in his eyes. Standing up you then gave him a wink holding out your hand. "Now how about I cook you one your favorite dishes. You gotta get your strength."

"Haha yea! You're the best!"

As the stars blinked into existence above,Naruto jumped to his feet taking your hand for help, the two of you slipping into your home. While people may have questioned your actions it didn't matter because you'll be the parent Naruto deserved and Naruto, he'll be the future Hokage already who's shining bright—even if he didn’t see it yet.

And in your mind, you knew one thing for certain:

One day, the world would know the name Naruto Uzumaki.

And it would never forget it.

⸻

“And the world's gonna know your name,'Cause you burn with the brightest flame.And the world's gonna know your name.And you'll be on the walls of the Hall of Fame…”

[dontexpectmuch]

jude bellingham x reader he knows that you like him, and even though he does not reciprocate your feelings, he simply can't stay away from you - giving you false hope over and over again, until... well, until you decide to move on.

you always had a soft spot for Jude, ever since the two of you met and became good friends, you quickly realized that saying 'no' to him would never be an option.

you first met through a mutual friend back in germany, gio reyna, whom you met because of your university course and such. it was a pure coincidence, you just needed something from him and went to pick it up after he had finished training, and that is where you first met him - jude bellingham.

it wasn't all cinematic, no emotion came crushing down on you when your eyes first met. instead, it was quiet, creeping up from behind, lurking in the shadows and gently taking a hold of you until you couldn't fight it off any longer.

what first began with a harmless follow request on instagram, later evolved into exchanging numbers and talking on a daily basis.

while you worked on your seminar presentations, jude would simply hit you up with a message, asking whether you wanted to hang out with him and a few friends or not. you were a studious person, pushing back your presentation wouldn't be bad, just for a night.

perhaps that is when you should have noticed it, that giddiness, that weird feeling in your stomach and the deep breaths you took every now and then, trying to calm your nerves- from what, you didn't know back then. now, you are aware, though it doesn't matter anymore.

you knew that jude was, or well, still is, a handsome guy, anyone with functioning eyes could tell that much. you were also well aware how popular he was with the ladies; charming smile, British accent, his big, sparkling eyes and the respectful stance he had whenever he talked to someone was enough to sweep anyone off their feet - even you.

so, when the evening you decided to meet up arrived, your hands nervously dancing along the hem of your shirt, eyes darling around the bar, searching for his broad figure, you were met with a gut that shouldn't have shocked you as much as it did back then.

it was stupid, really, getting hurt by such sight. him being surrounded by a few stunning women, who were definitely older than him, not that jude cared, apparently. young, handsome, and successful, who wouldn't want to indulge in that?

but you bit through, you still had a great time with your, actually his, friends, got a few new connections and talked with jude as well, though it wasn't as long as you wished.

a beat, and suddenly you found yourself being friends with jude for a year already, and you still could not decline whenever he invited you out, only to not pay you any attention. you had told your friends about the situation, though you never mentioned it was the young bvb star you had a bright future ahead of him. and your best friend would always tell you to get your shit together, to realize how badly you were being treated and that you deserved better.

but they didn't know him - not in the way that you did! he wasn't like that, no. because at least once during the evenings you spent together, he comes up to you, broad smile and pearly whites flashing, his arms inviting you for a hug. then, he'd ask you about your day, tell you something about his, and would always, always, hype you up if you felt insecure about your studies. because that's who he is, one of the kindest people ever.

you couldn't tell when he knew, you couldn't even tell when you did. but somehow along the lines, perhaps during one of your outings, he must have come to the very true conclusion that, oh, would you look at that - you liked him. even more than as just a friend.

you guess that is why he started to invite you out even more, though for the most bizarre reasons ever; he needed someone to pick him up from the club in the middle of the night, and he'd contact you.

at first you told yourself that it was due to the fact that he trusted you, more than anyone. a sweet lie, you chuckle as you think back to that time. how nervous you felt, trying your very best to look good even though he was wasted and wouldn't even look at you, too tired to keep his eyes open.

and that was how it always played out; he would call you if he needed someone to drive him somewhere, called you when he was bored and his other friends were too busy to hang out, called you because you always said 'yes'.

jude wasn't a bad person, he was still one of the kindest people you knew, even if he treated you as a last resort, he'd still keep the conversation going, still laughed and joked around with you, made you feel appreciated, he genuinely did!

you just wished that he would perhaps invite you to a game, give you his shirt to wear as you would watch him run around the field. you'd never lift your eyes off of him, you would dedicate so much to him.

he simply didn't care, you assume now. you can remember it as if it was just yesterday, when he told you that he invited someone else to a very important game.

"yeah, we went on a few dates, she also wants to watch me play." jude chuckled, growing as he stretched his arms to loosen up some tension built in his shoulders, "i'll try to score and dedicate it to her, bet she'll fall for me then."

and all you could do was muster up a smile, praying that it was convincing enough, all while you felt your heart slowly crumble down inside of you, scratching along your flesh.

you didn't cry, no, you weren't that sensitive, you guess. but it still hurt, watching him just move on with his life, looking at everyone with a certain interest, everyone but you.

that was when the self doubt came nagging on your ears, then moving up to your mind, ugly nails clinging along your head. it served as a constant reminder that he would never give you the chance you deserved - you deserved him.

you always helped him, never declined any of his offer! who else, if not you, could stand by his side and support him through thick and thin?

though, it seems to be true that even the most passionate among us could lose their spark. even if you still hoped him whenever he asked for help, you found yourself caring less and less about your appearance. suddenly, whenever his name popped up in your notifications, instead of your heart speeding up, you began to sigh in exhaustion, sitting your eyes to calm yourself before you answered.

and even though you still could never say 'no' to him, you found another way to not jump at any request he sent your way - you simply ignored his messages. or well, you muted them, causing you to see his messages hours after he had sent them.

your friends must have also noticed the shift in your attitude towards that guy you liked, because all of a sudden, you'd agree to meet up with them to go out for some drinks, something you usually had declined in case that jude called for you.

you even flirted with some guy, enjoying the attention that you had sought from another previously. even though you didn't want anything serious to happen with that guy, and as mean and selfish as it sounds, the attention you got from him that night boosted your confidence quite a bit. it made you realize that you were never the problem to begin with.

all these negative emotions, all the doubts, all the self consciousness you felt back then comes rushing down at you as you find yourself standing in front of a confused jude.

yo can't explain how he has found you, since you are still on university grounds, but that isn't the main focus of the situation you are currently in.

there he is, looking as handsome as ever, fresh trim and comfortable clothes, his eyes narrowed down at you.

"what is wrong with you?" he demands, the respectful tone you once oh so liked seemed to be gone.

flatly, "what?"

you have better things to do now, and if he couldn't get to his pint properly, you simply would walk away.

your eyes watch him as he takes a deep breath, as if to calm himself before he speaks up, "I called you so many times, yesterday, the day before. is your phone broken? want me to get you a new one?"

you don't know if it is to provoke him, or simply just to show it to him, but you hold your phone up, waving it slightly, "nope, still in tact."

that seems to anger him, "then why," he starts, voice falling deep, "why aren't you answering whenever i call you-"

"exam season, i'm kinda busy, you know?"

"too busy to talk for five minutes?"

"I guess."

he scoffs, hands placed on his hips, "i got some news, and, yeah. i guess you'd like to know."

of course, you did. you always do, but you don't want to fall into the same pattern that ate you up those last years. so, instead of saying anything, you decide to keep quiet, though your eyes are still focused on him, as if to tell him to continue.

he picks up your demand, "i'm transferring to madrid, i'll be moving next week."

you know you promised yourself to be nonchalant, you really try, but after hearing the new, you feel your mouth dry up.

your eyes widen slightly, and your throat seems to close up as well.

fucking...

"oh," you clear your throat, "well, uh, congrats! you always wanted to play there."

even though you genuinely meant it, it seems like your words madden jude more than ever, "that's it? 'congrats'?"

"what else do you want me to say? do you want me to cry and beg you to stay here?"

jude turns his head to the side, briefly closing his eyes. his tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek, and it looks like he tries his very best to stay calm, as if he couldn't believe what you just have said to him.

"why are you being like this?" is what he asks instead, now looking back at you.

this time, it is you who scoffs, not believing what you are hearing right now, "listen, i am genuinely happy for you, jude-"

"oh, so now we are back to first name basis, huh?" he interrupts, saying your name in a tone colder than you have ever witnessed.

whatever.

you continue, not in the mood to go along with his tantrum, "i am happy for you, and will always support you, but - yeah. i, uh, i gotta now, i have a date-"

"with whom?" he interrupts once again, but you don't care anymore.

"so, i guess i'll see you? maybe? yeah." you nod, whether it is to convince him or yourself, you don't know. but you have to leave right now, or else you might break down and yell at him.

without even looking at him, you force a smile, turn your head away and continue your walk towards the library, like you have had initially planned before jude cut you off.

the tension creeps to your shoulders, the books in your arms suddenly heavier than ever.

that hurt more than you'd like to admit.

but, it's too late anyway.

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i am in love with my hot italian literature lecturer. like,,, yeah <3

didn’t proofread!!!!

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

not the prettiest win for barça, but a fair bit of positives to take into the next set of matches.

what a match for sydney! the future is so bright for her. and she got the well-deserved mvp. she set up both goals for alexia and patri and had some beautiful passes all match.

we got rotation! actual rotation! cata was taken off as a precaution and gemma got minutes under her belt.

overall, solid defensive minutes for jana who i thought did really well. although her future is not as cb, please, no thank you! and ingrid is such a superior centerback that we need her to play there.

alexia was alexia and patri was patri. there was absolutely no need for aitana to be subbed on and get minutes but she also had some nice passes.

we need better finishing. it's always difficult against a low block, but there were some easy sitters that we did not capitalise on. something to work on even though it has plagued us all season.

anyway, job done and we head back home to focus on a really big week ahead! 🙏

[shirefantasies]

How would the fellowship confess to their crush??? 🤭🤭 ty<3

oh hoo yes ma'am/sir/friend 😌 the pleasure is all mine! Expanding this to everyone cuz I wanna as always & incorporating some TH fanon (?) lmao

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Aragorn

Upon your ride into battle he would hardly be parted from you, and you him, so it suited you very well to remain alongside the Three Hunters. Gimli had quickly leapt from his mount, axe blazing in what little daylight remained, and Legolas had not strayed too far behind. Aragorn had become surrounded in that time, crowds of striking enemies surrounded. With a cry, you charged through them, alerting numerous other fighters to your rapidly growing cause. All but seeing red, you fought hard, leaving none spared until your dear friend was safe again. When you dismounted, Aragorn pulled you aside under the guise of checking your wounds. "What would you have done if none joined you?" At that question, you smiled. "I had faith. But had that faith failed, I still would have rode to you." Steady though his gaze was, his hand briefly faltered before it took yours. "As would I for you, my love," he replies and you feel a tug, giving in to the sweat and adrenaline and letting him pull you into his lips.

Legolas

"What are you thinking of?" The words almost startled you, turning your head swiftly to face the woodland prince striding over, that curious look alighting his dark eyes. Heat crept to your face, for your thoughts were hardly ones you would have shared with the object of your feelings. "The future," you replied. Not entirely a lie. Legolas's brows knit. "Uncertainty? Even in these times, there is hope. For you especially, I think there is brightness ahead yet." His words bring the pensive downward tug of your face back up into joy. "Really? And why is that?" You cannot help asking, unsure what Legolas sees for you when it is so unclear for yourself. "Meleth nîn, you care so deeply for others and yet so little for yourself. All that you bring into this world is that brightness. Whether it is to others or you keep it to yourself...or even a family." A look of...questioning? Bashfulness? illuminates the elf's face. "Perhaps I have my own dreams for your future. I am sorry." At once you rose, throwing your arms around his neck. "Do not be. Perhaps our thoughts were more alike than I realized!"

Boromir

“I thought I would never see you again.” “Don’t say that,” you shake your head, peering tearfully down at Boromir. His wounds were grave, far beyond anything you thought he could have survived, and yet there he remained. Hardly had you left his side, even sleeping there with his gloved hand in yours, hoping against all hope. By the Valar’s grace did he speak to you, his voice a low rasp that had you leaning in even closer. “No, it is true. For all my thoughts of Gondor, of laying eyes upon the white towers glistening in the sun once more, I thought of you also. At what pain would it be that I never see you again. I would be a fool if I never spoke my love to you.” Tears rush again to your eyes, this time with the soar of your heart as you grip Boromir’s hand tighter, leaning down to stroke his cheek and finally press your lips to his.

Gimli

“I…got you something.” Pausing, you swivel back to face Gimli, taking a step closer and seeing the way his eyes bore into yours. “‘Tis nothing so fair as you deserve, but, well, I hope you might think to accept it.” Your brows furrow a bit as you tell him whatever it is, you’ll surely treasure his gift. Smiling bashfully, the dwarf extends a hand and produces a beautifully engraved bead. The writing is unmistakable, a short Khuzdûl inscription, and on either end lies a tiny cut of your favorite stone. “Gimli, this is beautiful,” you breathe, eyes wide and shining. “Not half so as you,” he shoots back, lashes fluttering a bit, “do you know what it is?” You smile. “Yes.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” you repeat, leaning down to rest your forehead against his.

Frodo

So long. So long has it been since he has seen you. He has no right to you, not such as the dear hopes falling almost silently from his lips that you had waited for him. Especially having been given nothing to wait for! Yet upon return to the Shire, much as Sam’s is of Rosie Cotton, Frodo’s first thought is of you. The first night he returns to the Green Dragon with his beloved friends, celebrating adventure and pain and wonder and darkness and light beyond their wildest nightmares and dreams, Frodo’s eyes meet yours. Before he can wonder what to say you’re dropping the spoon that was in your hand and rushing over to him, falling into his arms and nestling into his embrace. “I missed you,” you say, and those three words are all it takes for something to snap in Frodo’s heart. “And I you. More than missed you, I saw you like a guiding light, a beacon in darkness. All the time I was away I loved you.”

Sam

He’ll confess nowhere but the most beautiful spot he can find, that’s for certain! Sam leads you eagerly to the Shire’s finest garden, taking your hand softly to guide you beneath an arching trellis covered in sweet pea blossom. “I knew I had to take you here,” Sam tells you, reaching down to take both of your hands. You feel a flush of heat under his sweet gaze. “Why is that?” “Well, it’s the perfect place to tell you how long I’ve loved you. Surrounded by all these beautiful flowers and yet I’ve got the best one.” “I don’t know about that,” you tell him, almost losing your composure at the way his face falls before you continue, “I think I do.” Blooming across Sam’s face is the purest look of pleasant surprise, and you can’t resist cupping his cheeks before the both of you close the gap completely.

Merry

Beautiful accident. That was the phrase you had heard so often used, and such was it. One last stand had been gathered, one final fight for Frodo, and you were rising to the occasion, though not without protest. “They want me to stay behind,” you complained to your dear friend Merry, “but my leg is mostly healed. Only illness or grievous injury could prevent me from joining everyone I love in defense of this world.” At that, the hobbit grinned. “That’s why I love you.” Stunned, you gaped at his flippant confession, watching his own jaw fall open in shocked pause. Smiling, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in for a searing kiss, uncaring of the way your armor clanked together or the jolt of pain in your side with the sudden motion. The feeling of Merry’s lips against yours claimed all your head and heart.

Pippin

Confesses his feelings quite unexpectedly in Lothlórien. Long have your days been and heavenly is it to have some rest. Pippin remains there at your side as you take in the astounding city in the trees, and again when you retire for the evening, taking to your makeshift quarters. You speak there, sighing and recounting without many words all that the journey has brought you through. "More than we ever would have dared imagine has happened, even just in the past few days," you comment. "Yes," Pippin agrees, fixing you deeply with his green eyes, "but one thing has come from that." "What?" You ask. "Telling someone I love them doesn't seem so scary now." He pauses, searches the surprise on your face. "You don't- you don't have to-" His words are utterly cut off, though, by the passionate fall of your lips upon his.

Faramir

What place is more wondrous than a library? None for you, thank you. Faramir was well used to finding you there and soon joining you, poring over books from his childhood and whatever dusty tome you insisted on dragging out next, grinning at the way he chuckles. He knows it’s the very place to tell you how he feels, having found the perfect way to do it. It begins with a tale of two lovers, simple as that. He means to ask your thoughts on it but you give them freely. “This is a favorite of mine. How I long to live in such a story as this one,” you sigh at the sight of it. “And how I long to give that to you,” Faramir replied simply, hand creeping toward yours across the illuminated pages.

Eomer

Comes running to you before anything else after a battle. Panting, he stops before you, eyes wide. Concern cuts across your face at the sight of him there, sweat still upon his brow and chest heaving beneath his armor. You say his name, ask it more like a question, and he slides his helmet off, giving you a better look at his intent visage. Before you can speak further, his hands are upon your waist, pulling you into him as his lips collide with yours. Even beneath the salt of his exhaustion, you can taste him, feel the fervor until he pulls away, eyes glistening with pride. “We won!” Hand on your hip, you fix him with a look. “Will you celebrate with me, my love?”

Haldir

Retiring to the meadows was a favorite pastime of yours, taking time to yourselves beneath the gentle brush of the breeze. Pensive as ever, Haldir stares off at seemingly nothing, brows knit. Laying a hand upon his arm, you stir him from his thoughts with a look as your gazes join. His eyes search yours, you nod encouragingly. Haldir tucks the flower he’d been twirling idly between his fingers and tucks it behind your ear. “You can imagine what has been on my mind, I trust.” Attempting to lighten whatever clouds rolled across his mind, you nudge him, smiling. “Not at all! You are a mystery as always. Proceed.” “Have I not made it clear that I am in love with you?” Feeling heat surge to your face at the intensity of his words, you let yourself get swept up in emotion, smiling and tucking a strand of golden hair behind his ear. “Well, perhaps we should make it even clearer.”

Eowyn

Eowyn is so giving and caring to you, you feel as though your heart might burst. She cooks for you even if it isn’t the best, bless her. She gives you extra blankets when you’re cold, defends you against the slightest of negative words. Never leaves your side, fights for you in every sense you could state it. So of course you thank her, tell her again and again that you do not know what you’d do without her. That her gracious heart is a true gift. But one day? One day you question instead. “Why,” you ask, “do you give so much? Sometimes I feel I have so little to offer in return.” “Do you not know?” She replies in earnest, blue eyes shining. “Are you not aware I love you?” Fear colors her words. She wants to be enough, you realize. All her actions were to show you that. Caressing her cheeks, you tell her that she is all you could have wanted and more, smiling into the kiss you share.

Arwen

Memories abound as Arwen makes her feelings known. “Do you recall when my father first summoned you here?” “Yes,” you giggle, “I told him his home looks like a painting!” “He was charmed by that,” she assured you, “as was I. When I first saw you, I knew you were different. Not just as one from outside our borders, but that you brought some quite splendor.” Heart struck by her words, you try to even half-echo Arwen’s compliments. “I felt the same. There you were practically glowing as you welcomed me, beauty and strength beyond that of this world. Now that I know you, such is only multiplied, tenfold when one sees your heart.” Blue eyes swimming, Arwen embraces you, whispering her love for you in her native tongue.

Elrond

This is a private conversation. Thus Elrond leads you upon the most peaceful night of the season to a bridge beneath the stars. Twinkle as they do from their home far above your heads, the stars are the last thing to gain Elrond’s focus, his attention affixed solely upon your eyes. “You have drawn my thoughts more and more of late, meleth nîn.” “Oh?” You inquire simply, summoning a chuckle from deep in Elrond’s chest. “Indeed you have,” he lays a hand upon yours, “for to know you has been one of the greatest honors afforded to me. I care about you.” You mirror his soft smile when your name escapes his lips, gentle as a wish. “Then it is as I could only have dreamed,” you reply.

Lindir

Playing the most heart-wrenchingly gorgeous melody you’ve ever heard, Lindir watches you the entire time. Heart aflutter, you send him a smile and he looks pleased. Upon finishing, he strides over, looking with amusement at the little applause you give him. Words pour forth from you before you even realized you’ve formulated them, gushing again and again about the way his song touched you. “To know such love…what a dream,” you sigh. Lindir almost starts at that, raising his eyebrows. “Well, the song was about you, you know.”

[luckykiwiii101]

A Tendency To Kill…

And It Takes One To Know One….

Hey Upper East Siders.

Words out that it’s been…6 months since you’ve been sitting on your ass, procrastinating. Maybe that why it’s so flat…

Wait…you haven’t been procrastinating?

What a shame. When B built a bridge, it all came crashing down. Well maybe, the bolts weren’t strong enough.

Persist once. Shame on you. Persist twice. The blame’s on you. Persisting is nothing if you aren’t out to persist forever. Because your persistence should result in the 3D also showing you proof later…meaning that you can’t just “stop” persisting when it’s right in-front of you. If you know what I mean.

But what’s “persisting” if you don’t take it seriously.

If you ask me, you’re too bold playing around with the only thing holding your hope for a bright future. Or any future at all.

The only way to persist is, with a tendency to kill.

Woah woah woah!! Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here and unleash the murderers roaming tumblr.

What I mean is…murder the old state. Until it no longer exists. Replace it with your new state.

You’ve already created the monster that you call “yourself” today. So what makes you think you can’t create another one. Except, this new one will be more in your favour. Completely in your favour.

Done with being nice. Because look how ever so far that’s gotten you…

You’re out to kill. (Metaphorically incase some of you illiterate dumb fucks can’t get this information into your brain, as usual, because if you did, you’d be sitting in your mansion right now, or wherever you desire, just anywhere but your lazy arse).

A wise girl once said, peak failure is the moment you’re too lazy to get off your metaphorical arse and persist, even though it doesn’t require getting off your physical arse. How embarrassing. Now how do you stoop that low….into your couch. You’re leaving a dent. It’s been ages. The springs must feel a new awakening when you finally choose to get up. If you get up. Don’t you feel butt hurt? Like literally? I cant imagine. How will you be able to do anything? Instead of running on treadmills and getting absolutely nowhere, quite literally. Instead venture into your mind, and actually get somewhere. You know you create your reality. Yet you refuse to…

The old you no longer exists. The old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now. And I mean literally. Get the hell off your phone, and start applying instead of scrolling tumblr searching for answers you already know the answer to.

You haven’t truly persisted if you haven’t drowned the old state in the new state. You’re somebody else now. And if you ever return to your old self, then you never truly claimed your new state. Only call yourself a success when you actually persist. And currently, by the looks of it you aren’t.

Cmon, try it. You’ll start to like who you become along the way. Wouldn’t it be satisfying to give yourself what you deserve?

Well either way, it’s not my problem what life you choose to live. Nobody’s going to shake you out of your trance when we all leave with our success stories, and you’re just…here.

And if books could kill, we wouldn’t wanna be you…since all you really seem to do is look for more info in them. It’s about time they bite your face off. You’re supposed to be attending Constance Billard/St Jude’s private school, not Hogwarts.

I hope I don’t see you here instead of enjoying your summer with your dream life. How many summers have gone by? I’m losing track. Well I guess some things never change…especially you.

- gossip girl

[prapaiwife]

Fort won his first award today for most global promising actor love sea!!!! My heart is overjoyed 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧like I know countless actors work in many different fields while trying to pursue their careers. And for Fort, he works just as hard he literally doesn't rest. Peat tells him always to do so, lol. With him finishing school while working and then making a goal to buy a house, making a brand for himself, and now has it! working as as a ceo, and then jiggling being an actor and handling all of that and it's preparations for events that come along with that wheter it's solo events and those with peat🥰 and not to mention also just showing up for peat's events as well if able. He really deserves this so much to many more just in time for his birthday🫶🏽🥺As the announcer said, "You have a bright future ahead of you." 💕🥺😭😭

[kairiscorner]

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imagine being forced to marry miggy because it's your canon event and like you both are now

bound by fake vows — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband? well, your real choice doesn't matter. choices aren't given to people, they're predetermined by the multiverse. you and miguel were resigned to married life after he discovered it was a canon event for the two of you to be married for... the multiverse only knows how long. not wanting to ruin innocent lives and destroy a whole universe, you accepted your fate and got married to him, but it didn't mean you had to pretend you were happy about it, about being with him. word count: 1,477

"do you take miguel o'hara to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the wedding officiant's voice rang in your head, the bright lights from the windows as the sunlight poured into the room as the witnesses to your marriage to this man looked on, not expecting you to say no because... because there was no way to say no. to them, miguel looked like he was extremely eager to marry you out of love, out of affection for you, like how any ordinary person would want to marry someone dear to them for. but he was only eager to marry you because the multiverse dictated it, you were to be his spouse, you were to make him your husband, and you'd be stuck with him until the multiverse decides it's had its share of fun from your suffering already.

this doesn't feel real. you must be dreaming, right?

it was like you drifted off to sleep and never woke up, like you were living out a dream while being fully conscious, fully awake and living. you were in your new home, and it didn't feel real, you were in a world that you recognized, but at the same time, would never recognize as one you belonged in. you felt like you were in a world that was completely foreign to you, a home that shouldn't be yours but just is now; the sheets and mattress underneath you didn't feel familiar, it felt soft yet rigid all at the same time. it was definitely not your bed, yet you didn't freak out, you knew exactly whose bed this was.

you thought you knew where you were, but you had the feeling your mind was purposefully repressing your recollection of what this place was to you from coming back up and surfacing to the front of your mind, to prevent you from reminding yourself who you were now. you sighed as you threw yourself back onto the bed, feeling the other side of the bed was still warm and thoroughly wrinkled up from tossing and turning the previous night. that warmth, you could tell, wasn't yours. that warmth belonged to the man who now made your life his, but certainly had no intention of making his life yours.

you tried to close your eyes to sleep, to shake off this nightmare of imprisonment, of you agreeing to lose the freedom you deserved and looked forward to your whole life. you gave up your freedom in hopes of saving your dimension from it collapsing in on itself, and you tried not to hate him for keeping you shackled with him for the rest of your days, when all you wanted to do was live your life and see where fate would take you. you had a whole life ahead of yourself, a whole future you wanted to build by yourself; you had to fight your way out of everything that ever hindered you from living out your life the way you wanted it to go, but of course, miguel had to ramble to you that you had to let go of it all to make sure nobody else gets hurt.

why was he telling you all this, why did it have to be you? could the multiverse not have picked anyone else, does the multiverse expect you two to agree and get married so nobody else has to die senselessly from your refusal? what happened to having a choice?

of course. the multiverse hated seeing you happy.

"if it makes you feel any better, i'll take care of everything for you from now on." he muttered to you as he escorted you in his car after the 'ceremony', and though you would've appreciated this small sliver of concern from him, you scorned it due to how dismissive your new husband seemed. he didn't even look at you a single moment in that who process of tying the knot, the knot that kept tied up and bound to him. you didn't feel the least bit embarrassed or guilty for barely giving an audible "i do," to the wedding officiator when you were asked if you'd take miguel as your husband.

all that ran in your mind was: why?

why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why?

why me? why him?

you promised yourself you wouldn't cry, you wouldn't choke on any tears, you wouldn't shed any tears as you let go of your autonomy that you fought hard for when you ran away from home, got yourself through college all by yourself, and scrounged enough money for yourself to leave your old life behind and swear never to let anyone, anyone, order you around and dictate how your life would be lived ever again.

but here you were, a new shiny ring on your right hand, one that matched the one on his left--the one he didn't care to wear after the ceremony and placed in his breast pocket because he complained it was 'too small'.

'he dares complain it's too small when he bought these both himself. what a clown.' you thought to yourself as you scowled at him, feeling a hot rumble of upcoming tears well up in your eyes, and a feeling of cold helplessness envelope around you; these conflicting emotions you were experiencing right now were enough to make you go insane. yes, you agreed to marry him, but why lie to yourself and say you were happy to marry him, that you loved him like no other man who entered your life and wanted to spend the rest of your days with him?

why marry the man who stole your freedom from you?

a silence fell upon you two as the tears came falling down upon your new dress, which wasn't at all anything like the dresses your friends donned on their happiest days. you dreamed of your happiest day being probably 5 or 10 years into the future, and yes, you weren't getting any younger, but what kind of life was this? was this even worth living, being reduced to the spouse of a man you merely consider as a colleague at best, a stranger at worst?

he looked over at you from the corner of his eye, his stoic expression unchanging as he darted his eyes from you to the road ahead of him. "...i didn't want this, either." he murmured as you began to sniffle. he didn't offer you any words or touch of comfort, he didn't feel qualified to give you any of that. who was he to you if not a captor, right? he roped you into this, and now, you were both paying the price. "but you let it dictate what would become of us." you whispered with a shiver in your voice as you sobbed.

miguel didn't quiver, he didn't evidently show you he felt guilty for his decision, for your decision to agree with him. he didn't speak to you for the duration of the car ride until he brought you to his home, where you will spend the rest of your life with... until the multiverse says otherwise.

you two were to share a room, unfortunately. though he promises you that he has zero intentions of touching you, he'd sleep on the couch if you wanted, but you couldn't bear to hear it. you headed up to the new room you were sleep in for the remainder of your life and slammed the door on him, with miguel sighing as he clicks his tongue, asking lyla to chill his beer for him as he sat back on the couch and leaned his head back before the AI alerted him his beer was now cold.

as miguel went to get his beer, he stared at his reflection from the glass. who was this sullen, melancholic man staring back at himself? a genius geneticist? an unknowing murderer of a whole universe he never belonged to? a revered and feared leader of a supreme society of spider folk? an overworked man who finds himself sleeping at his desk and waking up at the crack of dawn to back pains and a backlog of work? a husband?

whatever, it didn't matter, not anymore. as he opened his beer and took three gulps of it, he sighed as he looked up at the door of the room that used to be just his. he really hates what he has to do sometimes, but he's the only one who can do it. he knows you care, you don't want innocent lives and a whole universe to be destroyed because of you.

miguel just hates how you had to be dragged in to all of this, all of this chaos he never wanted anyone else to suffer with him.

a/n: might make a part 2 or smth, if tumblr makes this flop, part 2 is out the fucking window 😡

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

[kazumist]

EPISODE 22 ✿ IT CAN'T HAPPEN

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 526.

“stop following me.”

“(name), if you could please just let me explain," he reaches out to you, trailing behind you hastily.

you stopped in your tracks and faced him, fighting and praying for your voice not to crack. “explain what? explain that you’re leaving the country in, like, what? three weeks?”

“i was going to tell you," he says, attempting to gently grab your arm but you pull yourself back out of his reach. “and when would that be? when you’re about to board that goddamn plane? when you’re about to take your first step into another country? when, diluc?” this is precisely why you didn’t want to fall in love. the attachment that comes with it is enough to make you go insane.

“i—”

he was speechless. for once in his life, diluc was speechless. he always knew what to say; there was never a moment where he would be found hesitating in his words. but for some reason, ever since he met you, this is the first time he actually didn’t know what to say. he knew that if he said another word, it would hurt you—the both of you—more.

“thought so.” your words were cold enough to feel like bullets on his skin.

he calls out your name, unsure if he’s making the right decision right now. but you ignored him, taking this as your chance to speak up.

“you know? i knew it was a bad decision. to let myself fall for you, that is. i should’ve kept my balance before succumbing to whatever the hell this pit is, because fucking hell, diluc ragnvindr—i love you. there, i said it. i love you, diluc ragnvindr. even when i don’t want to, i do.”

silence.

say something—do something, anything, diluc. you thought.

he swallowed. “i can’t, (name). we both have bright futures ahead of us and i’m not sure if i’m ready to juggle a relationship with that. you deserve someone who’s willing to take risks for you, and i’m just not that person. i’m a coward. i’m no risk taker. i’m too scared to even take that leap of faith—even if it means that i get to be with you.”

another moment of silence.

diluc continues, moving closer. his steps were cautious, trying to read if you’d let him (which you did). he grabs your arms on both sides at first, then a hand travels to your face, caressing your cheek ever so gently. “i can still help you and continue being your tutor until the semester ends, but this… us…” a deep breath.

“it can’t happen, (name).”

tears started to sting your eyes when you pulled away from him.

“you know what? let's just end it. finals are over, the semester is ending and you'll be graduating soon. thank you for your help, diluc. i really couldn’t have done this without you.”

you walked past him, not even sparing him another glance back. diluc wants to say something—to do something—but no words come out of his mouth and his feet are glued hard to the ground.

so he just watches you leave, lowering his head down after you leave his sight.

extra notes.

i wrote this chapter when i was still working on ep 9. and this is literally ep 22. i was wayyyyy too excited LOL

anyways this is actually one of my favorite parts. hope you guys liked it as well, happy valentine's <3

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[transfaguette]

mouthwashing spoilers ahead (its a very good game and you should play it)

the fandomification of Mouthwashing is so… like its a story about a rapist and his superior who was going to help him cover it up. Curly, chose to turn a blind eye now is forced to do nothing but watch as Jimmy continues to hurt and destroy and drag everyone down with him. I don’t like to see people like… turn jimmy and curly into yaoi blorbos it feels yknow kind of like the exact fucking thing the entire game was about. protecting the character of an abusive man and downplaying his victims abuse. and dont get me wrong there is lots of love from the fandom towards anya and the others but seeing curly x jimmy art is like. do you care or think about anything at all.

edit: I think also the thing that makes it most poignant is that Curly is a “good” man. He’s a strong leader, he’s charismatic, empathetic, he’s well liked and respected. He’s the kind of man you would think would do the right thing. But then he doesn’t. He doesn’t think Jimmy “deserves” the consequences of his actions. Doesn’t think his bright future should be ruined by it. He doesn’t do this because he wants Anya to suffer or is apathetic towards her, he doesn’t do this because he thinks what Jimmy did was ok, he doesn’t do this because he’s evil or a violent misogynist. He did it because as good a man as he is, he’s still a product of the patriarchal system around him. and in the end, where it really counts, he’s not that much better than Jimmy after all.

…and so to then turn around and see people just see Curly as the “good” man is just a gut punch of irony.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee -- Whumpee's Birthday

Warnings: none -- unless people are terrified of birthday gifts

My birthday is coming soon on April 15th -- so I thought it would be fun to write about how several of my characters would react to getting birthday gifts! (Sadly I don't have any irl friends to have an actual party with besides my little sister so writing is my go-to coping mechanism for being bummed that I'm friendless Lol)

Whumpee couldn't remember ever having a birthday party before. And he had no idea that Flint had been planning one, until he walked into a brightly decorated room where all his friends were gathered together -- Flint, Miranda, Max, Atlas -- and of course Myra.

   "SURPRISE!" They all shouted in unison.

   Whumpee's mouth was hanging open, eyes wide with wonder as he took in all the streamers and decorations on the walls. And there was a table in the corner -- a table overflowing with... presents?

   They couldn't possibly be for him though, Whumpee knew. What were his friends celebrating?

   "What's all this for?" He asked, genuinely puzzled.

   "For you, Whumpee," Flint said. "Miranda told us when your birthday was, so we all decided to pitch and give you a worthy party, after all you've done for us."

   "For... me?" Whumpee echoed in disbelief. But why? He wanted to ask. I far from deserve it after all the damage I've done as Weapon -- all the lives I've ruined.

   And yet here he was, standing in a room full of bright colors and close friends -- family.

   A genuine smile worked its way onto his face as it sank in.

   Flint gestured to the pile of presents stacked on the table in the corner. "Each of us got you something, but many other soldiers in the facility wanted to give you something special as well -- to express their gratitude for your help on the battlefield defeating Leader's army and protecting their wives and families when he ambushed us directly."

   Whumpee felt tears well in his eyes. This way far more than he could ever ask for. A big slice of joy to temporarily block out the past trauma of what he'd been through -- not a mere sliver this time. His heart was bursting with happiness.

   "Well, what do you want to do first," Miranda said, stepping forward with a warm smile. "Presents or cake?"

   "Presents," Whumpee immediately blurted. It had been so long since he felt wrapping paper between his fingers. He darted excitedly over the table like a young kid, gawking at all the gifts of various sizes with childish wonder and awe.

   "Go ahead and pick one out, Whumpee," Flint encouraged -- and Whumpee snatched the first one he laid eyes on -- a box wrapped in bright yellow -- ripping into it eagerly, but being mindful of his inhuman strength to not damage whatever was inside.

   That one turned out to be from Max -- a near-indestructible coffee cup made of flexible material he could use for future drinks, seeing as he frequently crushed and broke normal ceramic cups on a regular basis.

   From Miranda he was gifted a ring, a new one to match her wedding ring since Whumpee's had been taken away when he became Leader's weapon. An official sign of their resumed marriage.

   Atlas got him a carved wooden horse like the one Whumpee had once stolen from a dead soldier on the battlefield to keep as his only personal possession -- Whumpee had told his son the story, and he'd somehow remembered that specific detail.

   From Flint he was given a brand new set of punching gloves for when he exercised in the gym.

   And lastly, a stack of colored drawings from Myra -- and entire collection of papers, in fact, all with stick figures and flowers on them. She was so proud of herself, and Whumpee cherished every last one of them.

   His heart was full of fuzzy warmth by the time he'd opened all the various gifts along with the ones given by strangers.

   Then came the cake, which was the best thing Whumpee had ever tasted, and everyone played party games with him, including him in everything.

   It was wonderful to feel so loved, so accepted.

   Happy Birthday to me, Whumpee thought happily, chugging a cup of fruit punch.

   And what a spectacular birthday it was.

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222 @written-in-the-stars135 @neverthelass

@starz8nk @redwinesupanover @whumpisgoodwhumpislife @theforeverdyingperson

@silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @cepheusgalaxy @theforeverdyingperson @dragongodryss @i-dont-know-sal

@whatwhump

[petew21-blog]

Love the criminal body swap, can you do more maybe with a reverse one where a son swapping with a criminal (can be mob boss or gang leader or someone with power) to escape his abusive life and use the criminal connection to destroy or torment his old family? it can be that the family is affiliated the Mob/Gang and you directly swap with the leader?

There was this guy in our town that everybody feared and everybody avoided if they had the chance. Even the police. Yeah, he was the new leader of the mafia after his father left him the bussiness. You might think that mafia isn't a modern problem, but it's just not that heard of by the stereotypically boring people like you and me. And for me, it wasn't a problem at all. It was an opportunity.

I recently found out that you can go through a ritual of body swapping if you consume enough of berries in the forest, eat some ingredients bought online and go directly into the sea, your mind will swap with someone you desire to swap.

Why would I want that? I am not a bad looking guy. I have good grades, possibly a bright future ahead. But there is this problem. And it's my own father. Why I was younger the abuse wasn't physical, only emotional, but as I grew older, the physical violence got unbearable. Even my mom never jnterfered. I hated both of them for this.

So I decided to go with the ritual. I had nothing to loose.

I bathed in the water, hoping for a mirracle. But nothing happened. "Well, that was a waste of money" I emerged from water and went to the shore. As I got out I started to get dizzy. "YESSS. IT'S HAPPENING!"

The first look scared even myself. "That's me now. I am the mafia boss. I am the most respected man in this town." couldn't get over how manly I was. The tatoos. The manly stench from my armpits. The scent of cologne. My new dick was trying to rip out of my clothes, but there was something I needed to do first.

I found a cigar in my pocket, I lit it, grabbed my new sunglasses and went to my mafia family.

"Good afternoon everyone. For now, I don't have any issues to discuss. I only have a new target for you. Find a man called Mark Tremons and maybe introduce yourself. You don't have to be very nice. If he cooperates get him to pay up for his bussiness he owns. If not, threaten him with the tax frauds he committed. And If he stills doesn't listen. Well... you know what to do. But call me before. I want to be there and see him beg for his life."

The mafia family didn't even flinch and went on the their mission. This is amazing. They listen to every word I say

Maybe this is the life I always deserved.

I am definitely going to make the most of it. Time to scare some people and figure out what to do with this hard monster. Oh, I didn't even realise I was hard the entire time I spoke. Everyone could see and I bet none of the ever tries to humiliate me. I have to take care of this dick. I bet it gets so much action all the time. I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. Nobody dares to beat me. Life is great

I am home

[multiplicity-positivity]

Here’s some positivity for spiritual systems!

Hey you, the spiritual system reading this! Your plurality is real, you are valid, and you absolutely belong in our spaces just the way you are. Regardless of how religious or spiritual you are, how you became plural, or how involved spirituality is in your life, you make the plural community a better place! And we have some shout outs for you!

🔹 Shoutout to those who practice a spirituality or religion in which spiritual plurality is a common and well understood practice!

🌊 Shoutout to systems with spiritualities that are strongly tied to their cultural heritage, traditions, and ways of life!

🌀 Shoutout to those whose plurality is influenced by polytheism in some way!

🦋 Shoutout to Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Buddhist, Umbandista, Shinto, Druid, Celtic, Hellenic, Wiccan, and other religious systems whose spirituality informs their plurality!

💙 Shoutout to mixed origins systems whose plurality is partly spiritual in some way!

🐬 Shoutout to spiritual systems who are mediums, psychics, or have the ability to be possessed or mounted by spirits!

🔹 Shoutout to systems with members who regularly astral project or access the astral plane or some other plane of existence!

🌊 Shoutout to spiritual systems who are not religious and don’t practice, follow, or believe in other religions!

🌀 Shoutout to spiritual systems and headmates who identify with metaphysical or supernatural origins!

🦋 Shoutout to systems with members who are spiritual introjects!

💙 Shoutout to systems who are struggling to understand or come to terms with their own spirituality and/or spiritual system!

🐬 Shoutout to systems who have found a home and belonging in their spirituality, and love how their spirituality and plurality are weaved together!

All systems are wonderful and valid, and of course this includes all spiritual systems of all sorts! Your system is real, and you deserve to be shown respect, compassion, and kindness. We hope that your plurality brings you immense joy, comfort, and spiritual fulfillment. We want to support and uplift you however we can, and we are so happy that you are a part of the plural community!

Please do your best to treat yourself and the rest of your system with kindness today. Know that there is nothing wrong with being a spiritual system - you know yourself and your plurality more than anyone else! We know you have a very bright future ahead of you, and we’re rooting for you in all that you do! Thanks so much for reading, and take care!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BETTER CALL SAUL *  assorted dialogue from season 1 of the show, adjust as necessary

oh, to be nineteen again!

me, personally, if i were held accountable for some of the stupid decisions i made when i was nineteen...

i bet if we were in church right now, i'd get a big "amen!"

they did a dumb thing. we're not denying that.

nobody got hurt. not a soul. very important to keep that in mind.

so... trespassing? that's a bit of a reach, don't you think?

call me crazy, but i don't think they deserve to have their bright futures ruined by a momentary, minute, never-to-be-repeated lapse in judgement.

you're bigger than that.

thank you for restoring my faith in the judicial system.

son of a bitch. fine.

what did you do to my brother?

why don't you look where you're going?

listen! it was an accident!

somebody call the cops!

how are you gonna fix this? what are you gonna do to make things right?

you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and i won't have it!

do you want me to call security?

isn't that what you wanted?

you know i'm gonna beat this.

you proceed from false principles. your argument is built on quicksand, therefore it collapses.

i might as well head down to skid row and sell plasma!

money is not "beside the point," money is the point!

hand to god, i wasn't gonna say this, but you are broke.

this is what has you all worked up?

i'm the rising tide that raises all dinghies.

it could happen to anyone.

wow. you got a mouth on you.

you know what i smell. i smell lies.

i'm undercover, okay? you got me.

you already beat the living hell out of them.

i'm gonna break their arms. and i'm gonna break their legs.

i'm the best lawyer ever.

it takes ten minutes to walk down here!

you're like a troll under a bridge.

hey, you asked for me, and i have come.

what they were telling me... it's problematic.

you want to tell me your thoughts and weigh in?

you miserable piece of shit. you set me up.

you think you're funny?

i was never in the house.

you didn't... oh god, you didn't. you didn't do the sex-robot voice, did you?

that's why people hate lawyers.

how come you let me off the hook back there?

i'm going back to work. why don't you quit while you're ahead and go on your way?

finally, someone believes me!

it's human nature to want to stay close to home.

please, just don't tell anyone about the money.

you expect me to believe that shit?

i'd cut the cute attitude right about now if i were you.

you ratted on me. there will be consequences.

you know how much trouble you caused me?

i get that... but this? you're better than this.

i refuse to consider myself a victim.

are you ready for that?

i may have seen one of these before.

it's a little... sexual, maybe?

you're completely disgusting, you know that?

oh, here's your coffee. hope it's good to the last drop.

i'm asking you to take a few ounces of lukewarm coffee and spill it on him.

i'm very sorry to hear it.

anything else you wanna ask?

what exactly did you tell them?

how could you possibly think that?

why didn't you ask me? why didn't you come to me?

a deal? i hate that terminology.

you're telling us there are drug dealers and murderers walking the streets, but instead of going after them, they want to put an innocent man in jail.

you broke into a nursing home?

what number exactly did you have in mind?

so... what are you packing?

how do you not pack a gun?

what are you talking about?

the lesson is... if you're gonna be a criminal, do your homework.

i thought you were proud of me.

just save your breath, okay? you're gonna be fine.

this was the greatest week of my life.

i know what stopped me. and you know what? it's never stopping me again.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Valentine’s Day (9) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight

A Crude Valentines Day (ao3) - CactiPhan

Summary: Dan and Phil spend valentines day being fluffy and grossly cute (and buying each other inappropriate presents.)

all the stars are closer (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Eventually, he’ll grow to love this holiday as much as he loves the others -- Christmas with his family, and New Year’s with his best friends. His birthday elaborately planned down the hour to maximize time for celebration, and even pre-Valentine’s Pancake Days that will be spent laughing in the kitchen with the one he loves the most in the world.

But when we meet Phil he won’t know any of this. And it’ll take meeting Dan exactly three times before it’s even remotely clear that when the stars align as precisely as they did for him, you really should listen.

Bittersweet (ao3) - freckliefeeling (orphan_account)

Summary: “It’s such a shame that you hate when I give you attention,” Phil says, smirking. “No heart or soul, love is fake and nothing matters, and all that.”

“It makes me mysterious.” Dan says, and Phil literally laughs out loud at him, because he’s the worst.

“Sure,” Phil patronizes, “But the thing is, I know you actually don’t mind that I’m making sweets, and I know you don’t mind that it’s a surprise. So really you’re just being a brat because it just so happens to be February 14th.”

Dearest (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: On Valentine's Day, Dan surprises Phil with the news that he's been casually seeing a girl for about 6 months.

Jealousy and the denial thereof ensues.

Dick pancakes and other declarations of love (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: a series of vignettes as I imagine them on Valentine's Day

familiar stability (ao3) - symmetricdnp

Summary: He’ll never feel safer than he does curled up with Phil, cut off from the outside world. He remembers when they were younger, when things weren’t yet certain. When a hug was still three hours and a significant lump of pounds away. They had dreamed of spending days in solitude together. Now it’s their reality, seven years running, and it'll surely be there forever.

Dan and Phil spend Valentine's Day on the couch.

give me all your hopeless hearts (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Dan is a university student who doesn't believe in love, but when Valentine's Day rolls around, he feels himself suddenly falling for the boy who sits next to him in his writing 101 class. When they're assigned a project together, Dan has the brilliant idea to ask Phil out - for research!

Hugs And Kisses (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Valentine's Day fluff.

Happy (late) Valentine's Day, folks.

I've Fallen For You (Literally) (ao3) - Howellsprincess

Summary: Phil falls on his ass while building a snowman with Dan. Dan feels bad so does whatever Phil asks of him... Phil has obscure demands..

just another stupid holiday (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan hates Valentine's Day. He thinks it's a stupid holiday and wants nothing to do with it. When his co-worker Cat mentions some guy named Phil who happens to be single, who Dan eventually meets when he comes into his coffee shop, Dan thinks maybe this Valentine's Day might be different.

L'Histoire de L'Amour (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: A well deserved epilogue for these boys, who had a bumpy beginning, and have a bright, romantic future ahead.

Not in the Mood (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: Phil is graysexual (gray asexual) and wants to give Dan the perfect Valentine’s day. Things don’t quite go as he planned, but Dan is the understanding and supportive partner he needs.

postcard (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: Phil pricked his head up, his eyebrows raising as he heard Dan. “Really? You’d give me a second chance?”

“Think less second chance and more relationship 2.0.” Dan chuckled.

aka dan realising phil isn't perfect but maybe they can work their problems out and give it another go

The Best One Yet (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan works at a library, and Phil is a teacher. Phil has been so stressed out lately that he completely forgot about Valentine’s Day (which never happens because Phil loves Valentine’s Day), so he takes it upon himself to surprise Dan.

the things we've earned (ao3) - CallofTheCurlew

Summary: Sometimes it's just a regular day.

white, creeping sprouts (ao3) - catboyhowell (bloodyscarab)

Summary: dan looks at his and phil's heartleaf.

Windblown (ao3) - lilactreesinwinter

Summary: Another gust of wind hit Phil’s back, toppling him—hands still on his face—toward the boy. The boy caught his elbows and held him fast.

“Hi,” said Phil. His voice sounded shaky. He had not stopped looking into the boy’s eyes.

“Hi,” said the boy. “My name is Dan.”

You've got a squeak-ret admirer (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: When Phil's going to make himself breakfast, he finds a cute little Valentine's card on the kitchen counter. And then another, and another, and another...