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[bound-up-feelings]

Ali G

Ali G: You is my bitch

Ali G: Prompt: Kissing against a wall 

Ali G: Watching a horror movie

[witchofhimring]

Disloyalty (Loyalty sequel) preview

After being killed by Alys Rivers in her first life, Y/n Tyrell is taken to the night Aemond Targaryen married another. In her first life she was a pawn first for Joan Tyrell. Now with a heart full of hate Y/n will strive to be the opposite of what she once was, loyal. She will take revenge for her slain son, and the girl she once was.

Pairings:

Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Alys x Aemond Targaryen

Jaecerion Targaryen (OC) x Reader

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, trauma, mentions of child morality emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse,marital consummation, misogamy(internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, morally ambiguous reader, ptsd

Extra long spoiler as a treat😘

'Y/n, Princess Ellyn has summoned you.' Pulled out of your thoughts, you saw one of Ellyn's handmaidens standing by the door. Oh, right. You were in Ellyn's service at this time. In all honesty it was a bit funny. Once she had terrorized you so, now the hatred had melted that fear. Besides, there were those you now hated more. Despite that you remembered the interaction clearly. Being imprisoned for months on end gave one time to reminisce. You had poured over every detail and thought of ways you could avenge yourself. And to your savage delight you could. She would dismiss Cerilla and have you alone tend to her. And on a table near by were nails filers. Sharp pieces of metal to style nails, or slice through skin.

In that moment a thought occurred to you. Had the handmaiden, who had now departed, seen the smile that curled upon your face she might have thought twice. G etting up you decided that yes, you would be more than happy to help. Slowly you made the walk to Ellyn's chambers. Last time you had walked slowly out of nerves. Now you did so in order for the time to be right. Your hands shook with excitement. Oh, she would regret summoning you. Whatever accusation she hurled would pale in comparison to what was about to happen. She wanted to ruin your reputation, you would destroy hers.

You enter Ellyn's bathing chambers one had to walk through her bedroom. Six ladies sat sewing or talking in low voices. Good. They would hear the scream. A few looked up and you, one or two gave greetings. No one seemed to notice you looked unnaturally gleeful. A maid opened the door and you stepped into the moist, heavily perfumed room. It was like stepping back in time, because you were. Everything was just as it was last time. Ellyn in a bath, Cerilla fussing over her hair and a maid. Cerilla gave you a nasty look. She was standing right over the water and you imagined giving Cerilla a shove, holding her underneath the waves as she struggled for breath. You would deal with Cerilla later. 'You. Get the herbs.' It was strange to see Ellyn so healthy. Jaecerion had not gotten to her yet. 'You never should have been so cruel to me.' You thought.

Nothing was said as you placed the herbs in warm water. You could feel Ellyn's cold blue eyes on you. Luxuriously she stretched out and eyed you imperiously. She had no idea what was about to happen. 'I think this suits you.' You wanted to say something. Ellyn no longer scared you as she once had. But for your plan to work everything had to go as it did last time. 'The Princess is speaking to you.' Yipped Cerilla the little lap dog. 'If the Princess whishes me to answer she may say so herself.' You heard the water splash as Ellyn got up and in a moment was out of the tub. Her nails dug into your skin just as they had last time. Back then it had hurt, but since then you had faced far worse. There were no tears in your eyes. Because you were no longer that little girl. You had always been prideful, but back then had buckled under Ellyn.

'I am the Princess, you are my lady in waiting! You are nothing compared to me.' When her grip tightened you cried out. Louder than last time so they would all heart. 'I will keep you by my side if only to further vex you. Every night I will have you wait as my husband loves me. And when I have his son you may be here to assist. Then maybe I'll send you to the Silent Sister to release you from your torment.' Cerilla and the maid left, the door slamming shut. This was so easy you wanted to laugh. Last time she had laughed, you remembered. Not this time.

'How do you know it will be a boy.' You had leaned in very closely. The whisper could only be heard by you two. A hot ugly flush crept up her cheeks. 'No laughter?' You thought. Suddenly you were thrown back against the table. Behind you could hear the clattering of nail files. 'I am simply curious, no brothers...I mean. And I have heard some men put away...deficient wives. Perhaps you, not I, will be sent to the Silent Sisters.' Ellyn's hands closed about your throat. Her thin nails scratched at the skin. 'You bitch! I will have you flayed alive!' She hissed. Suddenly Ellyn jerked back, because in your hand was the nail file. It sparkled n the sunlight. Pale, unmoving, Ellyn stood here frozen. Then she sneered. 'I am a princess. You can not harm me.' 'Oh, your right. You seized her by the arm. An insidious smile curled on your lips, shocking the princess. And then in front of Ellyn you cried out 'Please don't hurt me!' all the while smiling. You forced the nail file between thin fingers, the sharp edge pointed right towards you. 'But you can harm me'. That was when Ellyn, with horror, realized what you were about to do. But it was too late. Pointing the razor towards flesh, you stabbed.

Note: I decided you provide you guys with an extra juicy piece today! I am so so so excited and have already started on book 2. The first chapter will be up in a few months because I really want to take my time with part 2. The problem I found were continuity errors that I will need to go back and fix. The first six chapters will be written and edited before released so that I will not be rushing through. Any major edits I do will be explained. In the mean time feel free to ask any questions. You guys have honestly been amazing and made writing a true joy. Words can not describe how thankful I am. I know when you guys comment I write thing like "glad you like it" and sorry if that comes off as repetitive. It is a bit difficult to respond because I get kind of flustered with all the lovely comments you guys give me💕. I want you guys to know that I am actually very grateful.

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[archipithecus]

Friends at the Table is a podcast focused on critical worldbuilding, smart characterization, fun interaction between good friends, and asking "what if X was Y? what if W could do Z?"

anyways here's a non-comprehensive selection of some times FatT asked good hypotheticals

(spoilers for Autumn in Heiron, Marielda, Winter in Heiron, COUNTER/Weight, Twilight Mirage, Sangfielle, and some Bluff City i think) (i know Spring, Partizan, and Palisade must also have good "what if X was Y?" but i'm still catching up) (this got way long so i'm putting it behind a readmore) (shoutout to Search at the Table at https://curiosity.cat-girl.gay/ for letting me do this) (also to Transcripts at the Table for writing this all down in the first place)

KEITH: What if I was a snow...hawk… ART: What if you're like, a Dr. Seuss animal? KEITH: Yeah! What if I was a star-bellied sneetch?

KEITH: (laughing) What if the bird was a can opener!

AUSTIN (as Zaktrak): It's like, what if a, what if a factory or train or a windmill could read a book?

AUSTIN (CONT.): And then he, he looks up, he actually has like a very… his build is kind of like, angular and… not thin in terms of like, weak? But he has a sort of… androgynous character about him, in terms of his like, what you would think of as like his body structure. And… very beautiful blue eyes. He’s sort of like, what if David Bowie was super black.

AUSTIN: And that's kind of like, the picture you get of her, is like, What if Fero was like, 30% less hyperactive? Still way more hyperactive than everybody else in-- the world? (laughter) but like, just a little more in tune, with the world.

AUSTIN: What if fire was matte?

ART: What if a—what if a 90s after school special needed some graffiti

AUSTIN: Yeah. He asks you, um... watching what unfolds, and there's, there's, it's--and this is the fuckin' nerdiest thing I'm ever gonna say; it's like what if A-ha's Take On Me was an AMV? Was an anime music video?

AUSTIN: Ali’s character, how did she describe her character, “what if Han Solo used to be Beyonce?”

AUSTIN: It’s like, what if the American government was just another American company?

AUSTIN: It’s like what if holograms did gifs, basically?

ART: You how like Han Solo’s always talking to the Millenium Falcon, but what if the Millenium Falcon-- AUSTIN: Could talk back? ART: Had a chance of, yeah, of deciding he was angry.

SYLVIA: For example. Like just p - yeah, what if they have psychic assassins there. Oh! What if this planet’s an alien? What if this planet is a psychic assassin? Which is a great sentence I just said.

AUSTIN: Yeah, I should note that this is also like "What if the Super Bowl was attended by high fashion models?", right?

AUSTIN: We don’t get a lot of elderly non-binary people. And so Saint Auger is like, what if someone you knew from Portland was 82?

AUSTIN: It’s almost like, what if a crown could be a dunce cap?

AUSTIN: It's like- what if there was a really enterprising twelve year old, who like, [laughs] made a physiology- uh, person- a physiology like, model, but with dirt and rocks and sticks. Also there's no face, the face is also just one of this solid black rock plates.

AUSTIN: And again, there’s just light streaming in through—I think this room is mostly, like, does not have a huge window, but it does have little eyelet windows at the top of the, towards the ceiling, that run horizontally along the room, and just like, bright—it’s almost like, what if colour could be shadow? Do you know what I mean? Like, what if instead of it being that a shadow crosses your face, it is this prismatic glow that moves across the group of you as this thing crawls around this space station.

AUSTIN: It’s like white and blue, there are stars, it- you know, I think that the- it’s, it looks like the way you might imagine like, what if the UN had spaceships?

AUSTIN: What if you mixed your- your selfhood, with the notion of wings. Or the notion of flight. Not just flying. That’s where we’re going.

AUSTIN: This giant battleship that’s like ‘what if a millipede instead of legs had guns and what if it was all around it’?

AUSTIN: This thing is like the size of like a major city. This thing is like, what if Manhattan was a battleship. And instead of buildings it had guns. Except now they’re made of weird black glass.

AUSTIN: The first time he showed up I described him as what if Canderous Ordo decided to have a robot body one day? And slowly began to replace it.

AUSTIN: There’s a little— Yes, it’s like what if a cow— what if Christian Slater was playing a cowboy from New Jersey, and also was Canderous Ordo. And also he eats through his hands.

AUSTIN: There is just this like… I think it’s just metal unfolding across space. Like, at some point Volition just kind of spat out a, a, almost, it looks like a cloud of ink but instead of ink, it’s metal. And it’s just unfolding indefinitely in space like a huge— like what if Akira, what if at the end of Akira when Tetsuo turns into a weird flesh monster? It was that but various types of metal, just like bubbling all over the place throughout space, and I don’t know how you deal with that! But suddenly in the middle of the Mirage there is just this, this ink splatter, this, this gaseous, you know, spread of metal.

AUSTIN: And it’s like — again, it’s like a pistol — it’s like what if a pistol was also like a curved sword, like almost like a scimitar or something?

JANINE: What if we do a live show, but the only live show we ever do is at Bakucon?

ART: Um, let me tell you, this is a nice coat, you guys. Um, I think it’s sort of like what if… What if a leather duster jacket was like an ephemeral idea.

AUSTIN: It’s like … I think the way I described it was, what if there was a Companion Cube that could have its corners pulled apart and in the middle is a weird glowing sphere?

AUSTIN: He has this dope, like, “What if the Millenium Falcon was a deep V?” Instead of just that little bit at the top, it goes really deep down. Or like, “What if Pacman was really long?” You know what I mean?

AUSTIN: Okay. You find him like, rolled under the bottom of his, uhh, or like on a, it’s not rolled under, he’s on like a little, like cart that has a pneumatic lift, or it’s like, it’s like a, it’s like a robot that walks around. It has like- it’s like a Boston Dynamics- like what if a Boston Dynamics, like four-legged robot was also a thing you laid on top of? Like one of those carts that goes underneath a car, to repair it. You know what I’m talking about?

AUSTIN (as Morning’s Observation): [exhales thoughtfully] Like what if milk was a solid.

AUSTIN: But it still has that ribbony-quality? [chuckles] It still has the sound of fabric rubbing on fabric? But is definitely amplified a great deal, probably? And also, we know it’s sharp, so there’s probably some… sharpness to it? You know… there’s probably, like… what if a ribbon could be a sword you pull out of a sheath?

AUSTIN: And also, Saint Sommer is a big lion man. Saint Sommer is, like… Skein. And is a big… a big… like, a big lion man. Not like Lion-o from Thundercats. Like… what if Scar could… had a big human body? Was, like… What if Scar was cut?

KEITH: And it sort of like, snap! Like, that, it's like… when we were talking about what the sound it makes, I was picturing… what if folding a blanket sounded like sheet metal?

AUSTIN: Yeah, yeah. I don’t know I think it’s like, I think this is very much like, what if the Venom symbiote was made of thread, right?

AUSTIN: So maybe it's like a- like imagine, what if a mop could just mop by itself.

AUSTIN: I won’t talk more about that stuff, but you already saw the big picture of “what if Connecticut was a space ocean,” so, you have at least some context there.

AUSTIN: It’s huge. It’s the size of a continent, right? It’s “What if South America was a big circle?” It’s “What if Europe and Eurasia was a big circle?”, constantly cast on this planet. And, you know, from space it kind of looks—not flat necessarily, right, because it’s a curved planet, it’s a sphere, or spherical, but, you know, it’s flat.

AUSTIN: It’s like what if Texas stood up.

AUSTIN (as Morning’s Observation): “What if cars brought things to you instead of bringing you to things?”

AUSTIN: It’s just like a very bright, colorful—like, what if Steven Universe did the Sailors of the Ark? What if that team did it? It’s very good.

AUSTIN: It’s like what if it’s a can opener that does that. Like a living can opener like. Grrrngaaah! I’m going fucking open holes in things! Grrngaah!

AUSTIN: Imagine that they're almost- in my mind they're like what if a martini shaker was a piston.

AUSTIN: It's like what if you could package a sunset, y'know? Into like a cube

AUSTIN: I can't believe we started this recording by looking at pies [KEITH and DRE laugh] that make me hurt and ended with ‘what if all foods could be jelly juice?’.

AUSTIN: I saw a big buffalo picture and I was like what if that was a person, that looks cool.

ART: But what if some of these skeletons are like, sick of this shit?

AUSTIN: I think I pitched this show as like: what if Ghost in the Shell but-but magic and witches instead of cyborgs and stuff?

JACK: So, out come this nascent organization who we’re calling Shapeknights. Who are -- I think the easiest way to say it is “cowboys for trains?” They are, like -- what if instead of the cowboy riding alongside the train on his horse, he was corralling the train? Or he was trying to understand the train, or was trying to --

ALI: I think Marn, herself is a little bit more like—like what if a capybara was a siamese cat?

KEITH: Yeah. So, I wholeheartedly recommend this movie, but if not, if you don't know what I'm talking about with the goggles, at least look at that. ‘Cause it's a good image. It's sort of like, what if you had a jeweler's loupe that had a jeweler's loupe that had a jeweler's loupe?

ART: It’s like, what if the antagonist won the Mummy movie right, this is what happens-

KEITH: What if instead of one, big, beautiful hat I have two small, beautiful hats?

KEITH: Like what if they made headphones just for being cool at a party?

KEITH: What if you make pizza by opening the box? That it was an empty box until you opened it.

AUSTIN: What if insects were made of teeth?

JACK: She’s the fuckin’ person of the train. She’s like what if a train could output a person.

KEITH: What if the train was a nice train?

ART: What if a Madame Tussauds came to life?

AUSTIN: What if fire could be a ghost?

AUSTIN: Looking through this here, sounds like what you wrote here was “What if a dolphin was like a velociraptor?”

AUSTIN: They’re hitched. Yeah, they've been hitched. Three of them have been hitched. And I said horse, but I want you to imagine is what if…what if a shrimp were a horse?

JACK: You sort of just like rise up the slope. It's a bit like what if a train was an escalator.

AUSTIN: What if Beyonce was Poison Ivy?

AUSTIN: All my cards on the table, Millennium Black is like what if Blade stopped being a vampire hunter and started being a casino owner.

AUSTIN: He's sort of like what if Alex Jones wasn't terrible

[mxdimitrescu]

Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist. Everything I've written so far will be kept in one place until I feel like a mini masterlist is necessary. Requests are Open so please send in your requests!

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Right now, I'm only writing for characters or celebrities I am familiar so I apologize if I don't recognize for your person that you request for. However, I am hyper-fixated on Twice so that's your best bet. I primarily write OCs instead of Y/N just to make it easier for me to write. Also all my OCs are G!P too.

Stories/Imagines that are highlighted RED is 18+. CONTAINS SMUT!!

Reactions/Headcanons Masterlist

Twice

Jealousy

↳Myoui Mina x GP!Minatozaki Seiko

Enamored

↳Park Jihyo x Bae Eun

Her Lion

↳Chou Tzuyu x GP!Kang Saja

Unexpected Surprise (Request)

↳Twice x GN!Reader

Red String of Fate (Coming Soon)

↳Minatozaki Sana x Kim Dohyun

New Hiring (Coming Soon)

↳Hirai Momo x ??

Celebrities

Late Night Fun

↳ Vanessa Moe x GP!Reece Johnson

Confessions

↳Kylie Jenner x GP!Lux Jones

Drunken Night

↳Kendall Jenner x GP!Remy Fields

Green-Eyed Monster

↳Kendall Jenner x GP!Kai Daniels

After Party

↳Cardi B. x GP!Salem Black

Shy Reunion

↳Lauren Jauregui x Blue Hansen

Tattoo

↳Anna Kendrick x Bellamy Black

Twilight

Unexpected Love Pt.1 & Pt.2

↳Rosalie Hale x Echo Clearwater

You Saved Me

↳Irina Denali x Finley

Athletes

When Our Eyes Meet

↳Alex Morgan x Hunter Lake

New Revelations

↳Christen Press x Deaf!Emery Press

Opposites Attract

↳Tobin Heath x Tall!Jace Campbell

Connections Leads to Something

↳Mom!Hope Solo x Kid!Sloan

Everything is Okay

↳Jackie Groenen x Asa West

Love Found in Cafe

↳Ashlyn Harris x August Kane x Ali Krieger

[jalwyn21]

Miles Teller is attached to Barry Levinson's “Francis and the Godfather? Yikes. Jake G. has been cast in one of the roles in that movie and Miles was portraying Jake in Taylor’s batshit insane bridal music video where Taylor crashes Jake’s imaginary future wedding 🤦‍♀️Also didn’t Joe want to be in that movie with Jake but director didn’t cast him because he didn’t want unwanted press though Jake and Joe don’t seem to have problems with each other? Taylor was actually ruining career opportunities for Joe because of her crazy one-sided beef with her ex.

Yup! Someone at Paramount leaked to DM what was happening behind the scenes.. cause it was good gossip. 🙄

Barry Levinson’s “Francis and the Godfather” is about the making of “The Godfather.” Jake Gyllenhaal is playing Paramount executive Robert Evans. Joe was in talks to play actor Steve McQueen. Elle Fanning will portray actress Ali MacGraw. Apparently there were several meetings with Joe and his team and Paramount. Gossip was that Joe really wanted that role and he was fine with working with Jake. Barry Levinson’s was fine with both of them. Jake was fine to work with Joe.

But, it was 2021. Remember what happened in 2021? Redtv and atw 10 min. and ts with her one sided war against an ex she dated a decade ago. 🙄🙄🙄 So, the suits at Paramount were like, nope, Jake and Joe in the same film is awkward af so they kept Jake and dropped Joe before any official announcements were made. 😢 It makes sense, Jake is the bigger star. But I can't imagine how upset Joe must have been.

And yeah, Miles Teller is now cast in this film. Seriously, he better not play the role of Steve McQueen 😤

Like, it makes me sick hearing swifties saying that ts helped his career. 🙄 Yeah, she really helped his career..

[goforth-ladymidnight]

The Perfect Gift

Pairing: Tamlin x Feyre (Feylin)

Rating: G

Word Count: 5k

Summary: What do you give a High Lord who already has everything?

Read in its entirety below the cut:

Snow was coming, but not to the Spring Lands. The sky beyond the dining hall windows was heavy and gray, but the magic over the Spring Court kept all but the gentlest rains at bay. Then again, the newly reinstated High Lord of Spring had been rather distracted lately, tending to his Court and countryside in the wake of Amarantha’s reign. And it was late enough in the year that it could possibly snow, just a little.

Had it already been three months since their triumphant return from Under the Mountain? Those dark days were like a bad dream, darker than the darkest night of the year, which was fast approaching. Winter Solstice was in less than a week. Even though it was not a Spring holiday, there was much to celebrate. There was much left to do.

The servants had already begun decorating for the grand celebration. Faerie lights twinkled in the evergreen wreaths and garlands adorning the hearths and halls of the manor. The air was filled with the spicy scent of pine, mingling with the perfume of the large bouquets of white roses on display in every room. Crystal vases and bowls sparkled on their beds of delicate white lace, filled with flowers or an assortment of mixed nuts or colorful sugar plums.

Even the dining table looked festive. Gold plates and fine silver gleamed in the light of a half dozen brass candelabras as fine beads of white wax rolled down the tall tapered candles. Fragrant steam rose from savory tureens of herbed, golden broth, wreaths of freshly baked bread, and a large dish of seasoned fingerling potatoes. There was also roast lamb, mincemeat pie, and slabs of sweet and smoked cheeses amidst pots of honey and bowls of fresh fruit. Cut-crystal decanters of white wine stood tall between the platters of food. If anyone was still hungry, the kitchen had prepared a sweet, dark plum cake for dessert, purportedly the High Lord’s favorite as a child. The only thing missing was the High Lord himself.

As Feyre stood beside the table, she took a slow deep breath, willing her wild heartbeat to slow. The lunch hour was growing late, and Lucien had promised to send Tamlin to the dining hall, alone, where Feyre would be waiting for him. It had taken her nearly two weeks of planning to arrange everything. Alis had helped her select the menu, and Lucien had agreed to keep Tamlin busy until the table was set.

Once the room was ready, no one else was permitted into the dining hall. This was no easy task, but it was the only place she could spend with Tamlin alone, at least outside the bedroom. Tamlin gave her as much attention as he could, but it was nearly Solstice, and he was very busy.

Feyre twisted the fingers of her velvet gloves, her eyes darting between the door and the foods she had so carefully chosen. Was it enough? Would he like it? Oh, when was he coming?

Sssoon enough… The tattoo on her left hand seemed to writhe in answer. She frowned and tugged the hem of that glove down further. If a certain High Lord of Night dared to show his face now after months of silence… Ugh. It would be just like him to force her to join him for Winter Solstice, just to torment her and Tamlin… That arrogant prick… Just as she imagined slapping his smug face with the same glove she wore to hide the bargaining tattoo, the doors to the dining hall opened.

She sucked in a sudden breath, then, when a familiar figure stepped through, she straightened up with a glad, grateful smile.

Tamlin glanced around the empty hall with a furrowed brow and slowly stepped inside. “Feyre? What… Where is everyone?”

Feyre took a deep breath and spread her hands wide. “Surprise.”

With a bemused smile, he stepped closer. There were still faint lines where his enchanted mask used to be, but, like the memories Under the Mountain, they were beginning to fade. Even so, they did not detract from his otherworldly beauty. His unbound hair curled softly around his broad shoulders, as warm and golden as his flawless skin and the flecks of amber in his spring green eyes. The tunic he wore was much darker, evergreen edged in gold thread, which was one of the more formal ones he wore to meetings, of which there had been several, lately.

As he came to stand before her, Feyre continued, “I… I asked Lucien to take over your duties for the day.”

Tamlin’s eyebrows raised. “Take over…?” He let out an amazed chuckle and rubbed his chin. “That explains his odd behavior…” he murmured, then asked, “What on earth did you have to promise Lucien in exchange for that?”

She gave him a wincing smile. “Unrestricted access to your wine cellar… for a year.”

“Oh, is that all?”

She twisted the fingers of her gloves as she admitted, “And… no border patrol assignments for a month.”

Not to mention keeping Ianthe away from him for an entire week, she thought, but since Tamlin seemed to value the High Priestess’s counsel, she kept that to herself.

Sss-sss-sss. The tattoo seemed to mock her, but a quick pinch on her wrist seemed to silence it.

If Tamlin noticed, he showed no sign. Instead, he chuckled wryly and rubbed the back of his neck. “That will take some rearranging,” he mused, “but I’ll manage.”

Feyre grimaced. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make more work for you. This was supposed to be an early Solstice gift for you…”

“Is that right?”

She blushed, then halfheartedly gestured to the table set for two. “It’s just… You’ve been so busy lately, I thought…” She hugged her arms and mumbled, “Never mind. It was a silly idea.”

Tamlin stepped closer and placed his warm hands on her arms, being careful not to de-puff her puffed sleeves. “It’s not silly,” he insisted. “It was very thoughtful of you to arrange all this.”

“Thoughtful,” she scoffed. “If I were truly thoughtful, I would have known what to give you for Solstice.” She shook her head and shrugged. “But what do you give a High Lord who already has everything?”

He opened his mouth to answer, then looked away as he considered her point. “Well, I… That is… I mean…” He spread his hands and shrugged. “You don’t have to give me anything at all. You went Under the Mountain for me… If anything, I should be showering you in gifts—”

She huffed a laugh and stepped back. “You already have,” she said, gesturing to the blue velvet gown she was wearing. “I have enough gowns to clothe a small town.” She dropped her hands and sighed. “I just… I wanted to give you something because I… I love you,” she said softly.

He smiled sadly. “I love you, too.”

She nodded. “I know you do.” She sighed again, a heavier sigh as she gestured to the table. “We’ll have lunch together, and then you can go back to your usual duties. I won’t keep you.”

“No, please. Keep me. You already have me,” he insisted, touching her arm, then he looked over at the meal she had thoughtfully planned. “You said Lucien agreed to take over my duties for the day, right?”

“For a price, but… yes.”

“Hmm.” Tamlin rubbed his chin, looking thoughtful. “You know,” he mused, “that means that I have the whole day—we have the whole day—to do whatever we want. And I don’t want to be High Lord anymore.”

Feyre’s eyebrows shot up.

“In fact,” he went on, “I would rather follow orders instead of give them. So, Feyre Cursebreaker, how would you like to be High Lady for a day?”

She realized her mouth was hanging open, but she managed to find her voice as she pointed to herself. “Me? High Lady?”

“It would only be for a day,” he assured her. “And only if you want to.”

She looked at him askance. “This doesn’t involve any transference of magic, does it?” she asked cautiously.

“No,” he promised. “At least, not unless you plan on putting me out of my misery,” he added with a teasing wink.

She bit back a chuckle. “I think you’re safe.”

“Then you agree?”

She nibbled on her lower lip, considering it. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“No one can know that we’re doing this,” she said firmly. “I don’t think I could handle anyone else calling me High Lady… Not Alis, not Ianthe… If Lucien found out, I would never hear the end of it.”

“I wouldn’t dream of telling him, or anyone else,” Tamlin promised, placing his hand on his heart and giving her a solemn half-bow. “High Lady.”

She let out a sudden giggle, then pressed her fingers to her lips. “So… what exactly does a High Lady do?” she asked nervously.

“Whatever she wishes,” he said, straightening. “Unlike certain unfortunate emissaries, she has no meetings to attend. No important decisions to make. No duties, whatsoever.”

Her shy smile grew into a grin. “None?”

“None.”

“And you…?”

He waved his hand with a flourish. “I am but your humble servant, my lady,” he said, bowing deeply. When he rose, although he tried to maintain his solemn air, a coy smile touched his lips, and his green eyes sparkled with mischief.

It reminded her of the Tamlin she had fallen in love with, before they went Under the Mountain, when there was time for riding horses and lying beneath singing willows and swimming in pools of starlight… Which gave her an idea…

“Very well, then, my loyal subject,” she said, drawing herself up, which made Tamlin’s eyebrows rise. “My first decree as High Lady shall be… a picnic.”

“A splendid idea, my lady,” he said grandly, which made her grin. As he offered her his hand, he asked, “Where to?”

After a moment’s consideration, she slipped her hand in his calloused palm and declared, “Somewhere I’ve never been. You know the Spring Court best. Surprise me.”

He smiled and squeezed her hand. “I know the perfect place.”

He winnowed them there in the blink of an eye. One moment, they were standing in the dining hall, the next they were outdoors, surrounded by falling snow. Except it wasn’t snow, for the air was warm, and the scent was sweet and fragrant. Feyre gasped as she turned around and realized they were standing in the middle of an apple orchard in full bloom.

Falling blossoms drifted past and landed on her hair and shoulders, which made her giggle like a child. The sky was still gray, but it didn’t matter. She felt lighter than she had in a long time. How long had it been since she let herself laugh? Too long, she realized, as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back and let the blossoms fall from her hair and tickle her cheeks.

“You look so beautiful,” Tamlin said in an awed voice.

She opened her eyes to look at him and found herself speechless. Despite his fine dress, he looked right at home among the flowering apple trees, a true prince of the wild. And when he smiled, her heart fluttered like blossoms on the breeze. This was the Fae she had fallen in love with, the one she had gone Under the Mountain for, and she would die for a hundred times over if it meant spending eternity with him.

She found herself blushing under his attentive gaze.

“So do you,” was all she could think to say, even though she meant it. Being Made High Fae had not made her any less tongue-tied. She could only hope that would become easier with time. She wanted him to know how much he meant to her, which was why she had come up with this arrangement in the first place. She hoped he liked it. She hoped it would be enough.

He smiled again and nodded. “Shall we?” he said, gesturing to the blanket spread out at his feet, and it gave her something new to stare at.

It would have taken a dozen servants to pack the feast from the dining hall and transfer it to the blanket underneath the apple trees, but Tamlin had done so in the blink of an eye. There was the dish of potatoes, the bread, all the cheeses, the pies, the roast lamb… He had even poured the wine, or at least his magic had.

“Ohh, it’s perfect,” she breathed, and it was.

A similar picnic in the mortal world would have seen them picking stray blossoms off their food, or awkwardly repositioning themselves around protruding tree roots, or even spilling their wine when they set their goblets down on uneven ground… but this wasn’t the mortal world. This was Prythian.

The lamb stayed warm, the wine stayed cool, and the plum cake tasted like it had been baked with faerie wine, which it had probably had. The combined flavors of steamed fruit and rolled spices burst pleasantly upon her tongue, and the hint of faerie wine gave her a pleasant buzz.

Tamlin was seemingly not immune to its effects, either, for he set his empty plate aside to lay back upon the ground, looking less like a High Lord and more like a human… that is, the faerie equivalent of one. As he tucked his hands beneath his head, he closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh. “I can’t remember the last time I had plum cake,” he said contentedly. “My compliments to Her Ladyship for her most exquisite taste.”

Feeling immensely pleased with herself, Feyre rested her back against the nearest tree and smiled. “I’ve never had plum cake before,” she admitted, picking up her wine to salute him in turn. “My compliments to the High Lord for his taste. What a pity he can’t be here to enjoy it.”

Tamlin opened one eye and smirked at her. “I’ll be sure to save a piece for him when he gets back,” he quipped.

She chuckled and lifted her wine for a sip.

“What about you? What did my High Lady enjoy for Solstice growing up?”

She nearly choked on her wine, then ducked her head in embarrassment. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, wiping her mouth on her glove. “Chocolate torte, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” Tamlin rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “Don’t you know?”

She shrugged. “Sweet treats and fancy dresses were the first thing to go,” she admitted reluctantly, looking away. “You know. After my father…”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his bemused smile fade as he remembered her poor, mortal life in the cottage, and she wished she hadn’t said anything at all.

“Look, it doesn’t matter now,” she said hastily, trying to distract him. “Today is about you. This is your Solstice gift, remember?”

“I remember,” he said firmly. “I also seem to remember appointing you High Lady, which is why—” He shifted from his side onto his knees in one smooth, fluid motion, “—I want to know how to make today special for you, too.”

Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, or perhaps it was the wine. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he insisted. “You’re my High Lady…”

“I don’t want to be your High Lady,” she said irritably, then wished she could take it back when she realized how it sounded, when she saw the hurt in his eyes. “I didn’t mean it that way,” she said quickly. “I meant—not your High Lady—I mean, I still want to marry you—not that you’ve asked yet—I-I mean…”

She covered her hot face and groaned. When he didn’t speak, she managed to take a deep breath, then sighed. As she lowered her hand, she looked away so that she wouldn’t be able to see the disappointment in his eyes.

“I don’t want to give you orders,” she said softly. “I don’t want to give anyone orders. Please. Take back your title, and let’s just pretend that I didn’t say anything. All right?”

She glanced up in time to see him sit back on his heels and take a slow, deep breath. After a long, painful moment of silence, he nodded. “All right,” he said gruffly, then offered her his hands to help her stand.

The picnic was over, then. So much for her Solstice gift. She set down her wine with a sad sigh, then slipped her hands in his. As she stood, she opened her mouth to apologize and say that she would gladly continue the game, when something cold hit the top of her head, and she could only squawk as it fell across her face and her hair.

“What the…?” She let go of Tamlin’s hands to brush away the cold something, only to find clumps of snow sticking to her gloves and melting in her hair.

A soft, rather sly laugh distracted her from her shock, and she looked up to see Tamlin trying—and failing—to hide his smile.

“My apologies, dear lady,” he said, mouth twitching. “When I winnowed us here, I didn’t expect the trees around us to be so… low.”

This was the second time today that he had left her standing there with her mouth wide open, and she closed it with a snap. “You winnowed us…?” She looked around at the pale landscape. “Where?”

“The Winter Court, of course,” he said simply, as if they hadn’t been standing in a Spring orchard only a moment ago. “At least, the outskirts,” he added, gesturing to the snowy pines and the mountains behind him. “I didn’t want to alarm Kallias by dropping in to his Court unannounced. Wars have been started for less, you know.”

“You don’t say,” she drawled, then sucked in a quivering breath as she rubbed at her blue velvet sleeves, trying to ward off the sudden chill. She was standing ankle deep in a snow drift, and her breath was visible in the icy air. “And we’re here because…?”

“Oh, forgive me,” he said, flicking his hands and unfurling a heavy cloak that hadn’t been there a moment ago, from somewhere between. As he stepped forward and drew its welcome warmth around her shoulders, he said kindly, “There now. That should help.”

As she gratefully pulled the fur-lined cowl closer to her chin, she sniffed and remarked, “Thank you, but you still haven’t told me what we’re doing here.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said with a sly twinkle in his eye.

She looked at him askance.

“Your first—and last—decree as High Lady was to take you somewhere you’d never been. So, here we are. Somewhere you’ve never been.”

Her eyes widened. “I meant in the Spring Court!”

“Did you? You never said.”

She barked a laugh and slowly shook her head. “You’re mad.”

He gave her a grand bow. “You flatter me, lady.”

With a twinge of guilt, she remembered her earlier retort. “I didn’t mean what I said before. About not wanting to be your High Lady…”

He slowly straightened, his smile fading. “I’m afraid it’s too late,” he said quietly.

The icy air seemed to stab her lungs, and her hand froze at her throat.

Before she could reply, he continued, “If you want your title back, you’re going to have to take it from me.”

Her eyebrows rose as he stepped backward in the snow with a slowly growing smirk. As an understanding smile touched her mouth, he turned around and dropped to all fours, changing into his beast form. His golden hair turned to golden fur that then sprouted all over his changing body, and bone-white antlers sprouted from his head. The transformation was almost too quick to follow, but she was High Fae now. His beast form didn’t frighten her anymore; she marveled at the sight of it.

Tamlin took a few bounding leaps into the snow, then shook the flakes of snow free from his fur as he turned to face her. His plumed tail slowly wagged as he dropped his forelegs into a strangely playful bow. She bit back a laugh, for it reminded her of a dog wanting to play fetch.

“Well?” he asked, in his deeper, beastlier voice. “Do you want your title back?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes,” she breathed.

“Then come and get it.”

She hesitated with her gloved hand still at her throat, then, when he didn’t move, she took a slow, deliberate step toward him.

As the snow crunched beneath her boot, he bounded away like a deer in the woods, startling her with his swiftness. She scarcely had time to register his movement before he circled back with a huge, beastly grin. “You’ll never catch me at this rate!” he called out before running away again.

Her laugh carried across the snow as she watched him, then, gathering her courage and her heavy velvet skirt at the same time, she began to give chase.

Her pretty white boots were not made for snow, but the snow was fresh, and she had more strength as a High Fae than she ever did as a human. Still, she stumbled occasionally, but running kept her warm. Tamlin never ran as far away as he did the first time, and he often circled close enough that she could almost reach out and touch his fur… Almost.

Her laughter echoed through the snowy woods each time she came close enough to see the wicked green gleam in his eye, and his beastly grin told her that he was laughing, too. But he would not let himself be caught so easily. A distant part of her wondered if anyone in the Winter Court would notice their game and report back to their High Lord, but aside from a few startled birds, she saw no one, and she was grateful. Not because she was afraid of looking foolish, but because she didn’t want to share Tamlin with anyone else.

After several minutes of this, she paused to catch her breath in the middle of a clearing. She was too winded to call after him, so she dropped to her knees and watched as Tamlin zigzagged through the snow-laden pines, a golden blur in the gray mist. It didn’t take long for him to notice that she was no longer chasing him. He quickly circled back and padded to a standstill at the edge of the clearing.

“Do you give up?” he called out, breathing hard himself. Although his words could have been taken as a challenge, there was a cautious nature to his tone. This was just a game, after all.

She sniffed and wiggled her stiff, frozen nose as she pushed herself to her feet. “Not yet,” she called back, then, straightening up, she launched the snowball she had formed and hidden beneath her cloak. He was fast, but not fast enough. She was High Fae, too, after all. His green eyes widened just before the snowball struck his muzzle and spattered all over his beastly face.

He shook his head, but not in a pained way, then pawed at his muzzle to brush away the rest of the spatter.

That was all the distraction she needed.

“Oof!” he cried as she tackled him, throwing her arms around his furry neck. They fell into a great heap there in the snow, and she would have cried out “Victory!”, but she was laughing too hard.

It took her a moment to realize that he was laying beneath her, unmoving, and his stillness made her smile vanish. She pushed herself off of him, then leaned over him and touched his great furry shoulder. “Tam?” She swallowed hard, then gently shook him and said, “Tamlin… Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t answer, but opened one green eye before suddenly rolling onto his back and pulling her along, pulling her against him and trapping her with his massive paws.

“I’ve been slain,” he moaned as she giggled into his fur. “The High Lord has been slain! Who would have guessed his consort was capable of such treason?”

When she managed to stop laughing, she said, “Treason, indeed,” then lifted her head high enough to look into his eyes. He winked. She smiled and wiped away the last of the snow from his muzzle. “I thought it was rather clever.”

“Indeed, it was,” he agreed, then changed shape as he laid beneath her, shrinking back into his High Fae form. His heavy paws shrank into hands, and his antlers disappeared into his hairline. He was still wearing his green and gold finery, although he looked a little more tousled than before. More than that, he looked… happy. He brushed a melting tendril of hair from her cheek as he smiled up at her and murmured, “High Lady.”

Her breath caught. Unable to speak, she traced his jawline with her fingertips, then bent her head and kissed him. His fingers were welcome warmth as they threaded through her hair at the back of her neck, as he slowly and lingeringly kissed her back.

“Thank you,” she breathed when they parted.

His head fell back into the snow as he sighed, still smiling. “There’s no need to thank me,” he said, then huffed a laugh and touched the side of his nose where the snowball had struck him. “You earned it.”

She bit back a shy laugh. “I didn’t mean that,” she said, reaching up to rub that spot on his cheek. “I meant… Thank you for giving me another chance. For forgiving me at all.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” he assured her, covering her hand with his. “I did trick you, after all.”

She couldn’t help her smile. “So, you did. Was it worth it?”

“Without a doubt,” he said firmly, then sat up with her. “I haven’t had this much fun in years. Centuries, in fact.” He brushed off his sleeves and glanced around. “As much as I love Spring, there’s something to be said about getting away from it all, if only for a day.”

“That’s what I wanted for you,” she said eagerly, then blushed when he looked at her curiously. “I… I didn’t think you would agree if I asked you to come away, so… I suppose I tricked you, too.”

“You’ll have to trick me more often, then,” he said, nudging her playfully with his shoulder. “The Cauldron knows I needed it.”

She reached out and tucked a stray, wet strand of hair behind his arched, pointed ear, which was beginning to turn red in the cold. “Why Winter?” she asked him. “You could have taken me anywhere in Spring, yet you brought me here. Why?”

“Do you remember that painting you gave me?”

Her brow furrowed. Had he guessed that she had tried—and failed—to paint something for him for Solstice? She hadn’t enjoyed painting since—with a sudden gasp, she remembered. The painting of the frozen woods.

“I couldn’t take you over the Wall,” he explained with a sad smile. “I couldn’t risk you being seen in the mortal lands as High Fae, but… I wanted to show you those snowy woods. So, I brought you here, where I knew you’d be safe, because I wanted to remind you—just as you once reminded me—that you’re not alone.”

Tears pricked her eyes as he continued, “We’ve been through hell and back these last few months. We both have our bad days, even now, but… just like the frost at the edge of the forest, we can’t let them take over. We can’t let them win.”

She swiped away a stray tear and huffed a laugh, if only to keep from crying. “I didn’t think you noticed.”

“I always notice,” he said, taking her frigid hands in his. Her thin, velvet gloves were soaked in melting snow, but somehow his hands were as warm as sunshine cracking ice. He bent his head and breathed the warmth of Spring itself onto her hands. “I should have said something sooner, but I thought, with Ianthe there, you’d be all right.”

Feyre tried to hide her grimace. She couldn’t tell him that the High Priestess, who hadn’t even been there Under the Mountain, and who, with her effortless beauty and her ambition and her clever wit, made her feel lonelier than ever. Instead she murmured, “She’s not you.”

He said nothing, but released her hands to cup her neck and kiss her. It was a wonder the snow didn’t melt around them from the heat of his touch alone.

She sighed when they parted, and was glad when his hands didn’t leave her neck. She welcomed his warmth. She hadn’t realized how much she missed it, not when it was always Spring outside.

“Forgive me,” he whispered, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I couldn’t go to you when you needed me Under the Mountain, and I shouldn’t have continued to let someone else take my place at your side, even if it was temporary.”

Feyre winced at the memory. “I know you’re busy—”

“You’re a part of my Court, too,” he declared. “You shouldn’t have to bribe Lucien into taking over my duties just to see me once in a while. You’re my consort, and I love you.”

She smiled away her tears. “I love you, too,” she whispered. “But… I’m not your consort.”

His soft smile vanished until she reminded him, “I’m your High Lady, remember?”

He chuckled, then leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Come along, then, my lady. Let’s get you out of the cold.”

He pulled away to take her hands and rose to a crouch to help her stand, but she pulled back on his hands and asked, “Where are we going?”

A sly smile touched his mouth. “I was going to take you home and bundle you in furs in front of the fire, and feed you chocolate torte and mulled wine, but… you’re my High Lady. Where would you like to go?”

It was a tempting offer, and one she would gladly accept that evening, but, at the moment, she had something else in mind. “We still have half the day to ourselves,” she reminded him with a smile. “You know Prythian best. Surprise me.”

He grinned. As he helped her to her feet, he said, “I know the perfect place.”

~ The End ~

[neptuneiris]

The way you wrote Cardigan has had been absolutely F R O T H I N G. I have gone FERAL rereading part 1 and 2, and just focusing on the extra angsty bits that take my breath away, to the point I have to step away and just let it sit in my system before going back to it. It just hurts soooo good, im in LOVE.

But I just want to take a moment and fan-girl over it and just go crazy because i am in love with the story and by extension you so you can totally ignore this message, but seriously, the effin’ nerve of Aemond!! His best friend!?!

When I step away to let the angsty bit settle into me I’ve been day dreaming what would Y/N do. What would *I* do in that situation? Granted, I’ve had some crappy friendships and relationships so I’m as petty as can be sometimes, but honestly, with age I’ve kind of calmed down? so i just imagine Y/N either handling it cool as a cucumber, not even acknowledging Aemond, not opening up, disappearing on him (like he’s been disappearing on their Friday night movie “not” date), forgetting dates and events—and then BOOM, he pulls another of his hardly home for the week and then when he gets home Y/N comes in afterwards and is all “oh, I didn’t think you’d be here…” and he’ll go all “I was hoping we could talk” AND BAM,

THE BOMBSHELL:

“SURE, BY THE WAY, I MOVED OUT.” AND THEN AEMOND WILL BE ALL SHOCKED BUT THEN Y/N WOULD be all “sorry, I have plans with my *friends* I gotta head home.” AND AEMOND WILL BE CRESTFALLEN LIKE “I thought this was your home…”

LIKE NAH MAN. YOU SUCK AS A BEST FRIEND, I HOPE YOU REALIZE ALYS SUCKS AS A PERSON AND KICK ROCKS, SUCKER.

GOD, and then at some point Y/N has to introduce Aemond to one of her new friends or something, and he’s about to say he’s their best-friend only for Y/N to pull out the “he’s an old classmate/my old roommate”

DOWNGRADED (with grace) IN PUBLIC. MIC DROP. I WILL FIGHT FOR Y/N

Okay, that was it for now. Your story is amazing, I’m so excited for part 3, and in the meantime while you work that magnificent brain I’m going to be ✨daydreaming✨ the heck outta your story

omg everything you said just makes me think about how much you liked the story and seriously thank you very much🥺❤ you even gave me an idea for a specific scene that you will read very soon, thank you for that too❣ and your comment really makes me very happy, i read it and i thought: wow they really liked the story and also my writing that even though english is not my first language, i do a good job so you can read the story and it's understandable. seriously thank you very much and in fact I will post part 3 on Wednesday, but in case I get ahead, although I make no promises, then tomorrow but if I am late because of college, Thursday at the latest so wait for it😊 even I can't wait to read your opinion about the last part🥰

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

to Ali! (if I may,) who would you day is your favorite characters to write for? (at this current moment)

(your blog is awesome by the way, love to see how far it's come!! ❤️❤️) -🧣

Sans and Papyrus are my comfort characters, and as such, I'll always love writing for them! I love their dynamic and their individual personalities!

I relate to Papyrus most of all, as I feel like his worldview and habits line up with mine quite a lot. Also, he can be a bit of a mystery despite his supposed openness. My favourite part about him is his sassiness, I feel like that's such an underrated character trait and I love leaning into it when it's appropriate.

And Sans to me is such a cutie. I love the lore behind him, and I love how surprisingly flexible he is when it comes to writing him. You'd think he would be more restricting to write considering how much we know about him in the present, but no. He's such a contradiction in his own way, and that's what makes him so much fun to write. Also, like Papyrus' sassiness, I feel like Sans has an underrated trait too: his kindness. I think my favourite part about him is that despite everything, he's still a very sweet guy at the end of the day, and that's what I lean into when I write him.

As for the others, though... Right now, in this blog, it's probably H I M. The G man. The Wingading. I love the mystery surrounding him and just how flexible he is because we don't actually know his character traits beyond working slowly and being intelligent. I like to imagine him as being just as goofy, dorky and friendly as the rest of the cast, though. It just fits well. He's a blast to write, especially when I get to drop little hints of lore to keep people questioning.

In the story, I also really love writing Alphys, especially when it comes to her more flawed moments. I'm currently writing and planning a chapter with her that'll showcase one of her biggest flaws, and I love how morally grey she is. I can't wait to write her more.

I also loved writing Jerry in Chapter 7. I loved seeing how far I can push him towards irredeemability. He's such a bad person and I love it XD

This is a character I haven't written for yet, but I'm looking forward to trying out Undyne. She's my third favourite Undertale character mostly because of how much fun she is. She's not as interesting as the others, I get that, but she's still a whole lot of fun, and I can't wait to write her.

Thanks for the question!

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[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Just for fun, imagine this as the cast/contestants of an American adaptation of “Physical 100”:

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, actor/former pro wrestler

Martin Sensmeier, actor/model

Jason Momoa, actor

Adam Driver, actor/former U.S. Marine

Brie Larson, actress

Brandon Curry, bodybuilder

Christian Guzman, bodybuilder/YouTuber

Bradley Martin, bodybuilder/YouTuber

Kali Muscle, bodybuilder/actor/YouTuber

Nonito Donaire, boxer

Deontay Wilder, boxer

Mary McGee, boxer

Andre Ward, boxer (retired)

Lauren Taylor, CrossFit

Jocko Willink, former Navy SEAL

Cydney Gillon, IFBB professional figure and fitness competitor

Renee Enos, influencer/bodybuilder

Massy Arias, influencer/health and fitness coach

Jen Selter, influencer/fitness model

Lauren Drain, influencer/fitness model

Logan Paul, influencer/WWE wrestler

Jake Paul, influencer/boxer

Mike Trout, MLB

Bryce Harper, MLB

Mark Kolozsvary, MLB

Jesus Ferreira, MLS

Zach LaVine, NBA

Steph Curry, NBA

Seth Curry, NBA

Jimmy Butler, NBA

Jordan Clarkson, NBA

Jeremy Lin, NBA/PLG

Shaquille O’Neal, NBA (retired)

Brock Purdy, NFL

Patrick Mahomes, NFL

Jimmy Garoppolo (“Jimmy G”), NFL

Jalen Hurts, NFL

Joe Burrow, NFL

Josh Allen, NFL

Tyreek Hill, NFL

Phil Kessel, NHL

Becky Sauerbrunn, NWSL

Ariel Torres, Olympic bronze medalist in karate

Nevin Harrison, Olympic gold medalist in canoeing

Jennifer Valente, Olympic gold medalist in cycling

Andrew Capobianco, Olympic gold medalist in diving

Nathan Chen, Olympic gold medalist in figure skating

Alex Hall, Olympic gold medalist in freestyle skiing

Simone Biles, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Aly Raisman, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Gabby Douglas, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Sunisa “Suni” Lee, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Lindsey Vonn, Olympic gold medalist in skiing

Chloe Kim, Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding

Nick Baumgartner, Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding

Katie Ledecky, Olympic gold medalist in swimming

Nathan Adrian, Olympic gold medalist in swimming

Michael Cherry, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Rai Benjamin, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Athing Mu, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Katie Moon, Olympic gold medalist in track and field (pole vault)

David Taylor, Olympic gold medalist in wrestling

Nyjah Huston, professional skateboarder

Matt Ladley, professional snowboarder

Mia Fishel, professional soccer player (Tigres UANL Femenil)

Brian Shaw, professional strongman

Jerry Pritchett, professional strongman

Dom Gabriel (“Dom Cruise”), reality TV star (The Mole/Perfect Match)

Joey Sasso, reality TV star (The Circle/Perfect Match)

Kolohe Andino, surfer

Gemma Nguyen, stunt performer/martial artist (see: Gamology)

Noah Fleder, stunt performer (see: Gamology)

Vincent Bouillon, stunt performer (see: John Wick Chapter 4)

Chris Brewster, stunt performer (see: Daredevil)

Lateef Crowder dos Santos, stunt performer (see: The Mandalorian)

Danica Goodheart, U.S. Army veterinarian and NPC Figure competitor

Colby Covington, UFC

Julianna Peña, UFC

Stipe Miocic, UFC

Dustin Jacoby, UFC

Kelvin Gastelum, UFC

Beneil Dariush, UFC

Max Holloway, UFC

Cub Swanson, UFC

Matt Schnell, UFC

Tatiana Suarez, UFC

Rose Namajunas, UFC

Holly Holm, UFC

Breanna Stewart, WNBA

Candace Parker, WNBA

Roman Reigns, WWE

Dolph Ziggler, WWE

Alexa Bliss, WWE

Cody Rhodes, WWE

Ronda Rousey, WWE/former MMA fighter

Brock Lesnar, WWE/former MMA fighter

Mikhail Varshavski (“Dr. Mike”), YouTuber and amateur boxer

Cassey Ho (“Blogilates”), YouTuber

Adrienne Mishler (“Yoga with Adrienne”), YouTuber

Jeff Cavaliere (“ATHLEAN-X”), YouTuber/bodybuilder

[bound-up-feelings]

watching a horror movie with jean / ali g / bruno HAHHAAHA idk which character would make for a funnier or better fic hehehehe so u can decideeee ^^

Jean:

He actually is not that scared of horror films

He does get grossed out by all the gory stuff but paranormal and demon based movies, loves it

But lord, don't let him watch Hellraiser or The Thing. He will literally leave the building, no, not the room that's still to close for comfort

Does like the moves The conjuring, Insidious, Sinister, mainly movies that have some type of demon shit going on

Will go the whole nine yards and get popcorn, chocolate, soda, and anything and everything for a horror movie marathon

Go big or go home baby, he's all in

Ali-g:

He's not much into horror films but watches them anyway cause he loves you

But the best part is he doesn't do jumpscares

He cannot do them, he jokes through the whole movie and makes jokes but the second he's not paying attention somehow the movie knows and will fuck him up

Also, he doesn't like the movie Saw

Can't do the whole torture and broken bones stuff

Mainly, the broken bone stuff he hates that

Makes him nauseous as hell and would most likely leave the room to go straight to the bathroom

His favorite movie is scream

Simple easy and he's not one for the big jumpscares and knows that it doesn't have very many, and he can handle it

He does finger guns at the screen and will say how Sydney should have had a gun on her and will shake his head like he's disappointed that a high-school 17-18 year old doesn't have a hand gun

Don't let him around your nieces or nephews he's a great guy but a horrible influence

Bruno:

Nope

He doesn't do them at all

Will hide his face on your shoulder and cover his face with his hands/blanket

He'll let you put the movie in but will get three seconds into a scary part, and he will be covered up and doing something else entirely

But I swear if you have him watch a movie where there is a bittersweet happy ending like in Come Play, he will cry

He doesn't like to cry but will cry

That's his favorite movie out of all of them. Despite the scary parts and stuff that had him hiding through almost the whole movie, his favorite is the ending

The whole way through, he will hold your hand and lean his head onto you, and its sweet

Until you put in a really scary movie and he is back to square one

You love it, though

You really shouldn't torture him like this, but he knows you think it's funny, and so he'll keep doing it, but he'll never tell you that

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Adrian & Alys ;)

@wolfanddragon98​ You asked for this, and here it is.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) 

Usually after sex Alys holds Adrian, and she’d run her hands through her hair while she either hums or sings her a soft tune. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think it goes without saying that Alys’ favorite body part of Adrian’s is her long legs. Adrian on the other hand loves Alys’ emerald eyes because they resemble her dragon’s, but also her breasts. They’re as soft as pillows. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) 

From the Her Darling drabble it’s made clear that Alys enjoys eating Adrian’s cum. In return Adrian also swallows Alys’ release whenever she returns the favor. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Hmm, I’d say a dirty secret of Adrian would be the kind of dreams she’s going to have of Alys before finally sleeping with her xD Our girl was frustrated, even with how often Aemond bedded her. It didn't help much with how she lusted for our milf witch. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Between the two of them Alys has more experience. The only other person Adrian had been with was Aemond, and well, we already know how their relationship is like. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) 

I’m just gonna add a visual down below. Now just imagine Adrian and Alys doing this...whew. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) 

I wouldn’t say they’re super goofy, but they are soft with one another, especially at the beginning. Even when it gets intense the words exchanged are on the soft side. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Both Adrian and Alys are well groomed. Even when in a different world Adrian takes care of herself down there. She’s into hygiene. I refuse to believe she wouldn’t be clean down below. 

And yes...the carpets do match the drapes for both as well. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

FUCK, when they’re intimate they are real soft but Alys knows how to bring in the intensity. Like sometimes our milf witch has Adrian orgasming for hours with only a bit of time for rest. Or for as long as she can before Aemond comes back. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

Fact. 

Adrian masturbated to the thought of Alys before sleeping with her. 

Yes. 

There will be a scene of that in the main story later on ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Hair pulling. Alys loves it when Adrian has her hands in her hair, pulling on it when she’s tasting her ;)

Adrian becomes a blushing mess when Alys throw her compliments when in between her thighs. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) 

Well, Adrian’s bedroom is there main place to do it. Alys in particular takes joy bedding Adrian on her marriage bed. It gives her pleasure that Aemond has no clue about their coupling. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) 

The better question is what about Adrian doesn’t turn Alys on? 

And the same could be said to Adrian about Alys. 

Alys’ emerald eyes has Adrian blushing. They give off a ‘fuck me’ vibe xD

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

The major nos that I can come up with is choking, degrading, and spitting (EW). 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 

Alys LOVES giving Adrian head. I think it perhaps has to do with how Adrian uh...orgasms. If you know you know.... *watergardens* 

Adrian does return the favor but Alys would rather she stay her pillow princess. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

For the most part (with exceptions) it’s more on slow and sensual side, with Alys only going faster and rough if Adrian asks her to...(or more like begs her too). 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) 

Sometimes they don’t get to have the long lovemaking session because of Aemond, so Adrian and Alys have to settle with a quickie. On those occasions Adrian does ask Alys to go as fast as she can. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) 

All I am saying is that even in Westeros there are sex toys...so...

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) 

Adrian is in her twenties, and Alys is a milf witch. I don’t want anyone thinking just because of her age she can’t go more than a few rounds. Believe me...she can and will. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) 

As as I said...Westeros has sex toys. 

YES.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

Alys loves to tease Adrian, though she does it gently. Which Adrian actually likes more than she wants to admit. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) 

Their relationship is a secret one. So Adrian tries to be quiet but damn, it’s hard when Alys has her underneath. But Alys unlike Adrian doesn’t hold back her moans. As she’s told Adrian, she’s taken care of the volume issue ;)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) 

I just had a crazy image of Alys eating fruit off of her Adrian.

So yeah....let’s make that happen. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 

We have Alys, with her womanly body and Adrian, who although pregnant, is a stunning woman. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) 

Ahh, pretty fuckin’ high. More so for Adrian because she is suffering those pregnancy hormones. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think it’s safe to say that it’s Adrian who would fall asleep first. How can she not when Alys has her safe in her arms, running her hands through her hair as she sings softly to her. 

[wherefeelingsland]

In Persian and Iranian culture, poetry and calligraphy are deeply intertwined, creating a rich tapestry of artistic expression.

Imagine a time in ancient Persia, where a poet like Rumi or Hafez would compose verses filled with profound wisdom and emotion. These poems, often exploring themes of love, spirituality, and the human condition, were not just written but beautifully rendered by skilled calligraphers. One such calligrapher might be Mir Ali Tabrizi, who perfected the elegant Nasta’liq script in the 14th century1.

In a bustling bazaar, you might find a calligrapher meticulously crafting a piece of art. Using a reed pen and ink, they would transform the poet’s words into flowing, harmonious lines. Each stroke was deliberate, each curve a testament to the calligrapher’s skill and devotion. The result was not just a piece of writing but a visual masterpiece that captured the essence of the poetry it depicted12.

These works of art were often displayed in homes, mosques, and palaces, serving as a source of inspiration and contemplation. The combination of poetry and calligraphy created a unique form of expression that resonated deeply with the Persian people, blending literary and visual beauty in a way that few other cultures have achieved23.

This tradition continues today, with modern calligraphers and poets drawing on centuries of history to create new works that honor their rich cultural heritage. Whether through a beautifully penned verse of Hafez or a contemporary piece inspired by ancient techniques, the legacy of Persian poetry and calligraphy lives on, enchanting and inspiring new generations...

[elleread]

A Whimsical Journey Through Music, Film, and Creative Passions.

In the enchanted realm of my imagination, my heart dances to the vibrant beats of K-pop, J-pop, and Western music. From the lively rhythms of Enhypen and TxT to the dreamy tunes of IU and Jannabi, my playlist is a magical journey. Aespa, Newjeans, and Ive add their charm, while G-Friends and Green Day bring soulful notes. The Weeknd, Maroon 5, and Jason Mraz weave their enchanting melodies, with Drake and Niki adding rhythm. Coldplay and OneRepublic paint grand musical landscapes, and SHAUN and CRUSH bring unique hues. The Beatles and Justin Bieber blend classic and contemporary, while Max, Keshi, and Ali Gatie share their dreams. Bruno Mars and One Direction add pop sparkle, with Paul Partohap, Lewis Capaldi, and Ed Sheeran offering soulful tales. Shawn Mendes, Kenshi Yonezu, and many more complete this symphonic journey.

In this magical realm, my passions extend beyond music to the wondrous world of cinema. Each film is a new adventure, unfolding tales of thrillers, science fiction, fantasy, adventure, action, drama, romance, comedy, and more. Every movie feels like opening a new chapter in an enchanting book, brimming with excitement and emotion. And as I explore the vibrant universe of YouTube, channels like Windah Basudara and Nessie Judge become my treasure troves of delightful and quirky content, adding an extra sprinkle of joy to my days.

My hobbies weave together like a tapestry of dreams: listening to music, watching films, reading, and crafting stories. I find joy in editing and dabbling in amateur drawing, creating any form of art that stirs my soul. When the call of adventure beckons in the gaming world, I dive into Plato and other games at the behest of friends, embracing both the creative and interactive magic of my passions.

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WQBY

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[thedigitalactivistblog]

Digital Activism: Social Media Vigilance and Fake News

In today's world, it is extremely important to be vigilant online, not only due to the Filter Bubble that I've previously written about within this blog but also because there has been a surge in the idea of 'Social Media Surveillance'. If we choose to remain vigilant within the digital world, we can become far more mindful in regard to the content we consume, and we can critically evaluate the sources of information being presented to us.

Traditionally, the idea of surveillance was linked to the idea of governments of corporations, who arguably, wanted to control society. "Yet with the proliferation of technologies that enable—and, significantly, encourage—the broadcast of personal information to networked audiences" (Duffy and Chan, 2018), it has become our own selves who either place surveillance on others, or others place surveillance onto us.

Fake News:

How can someone stay vigilant online? It''s a question which can provide a multitude of answers, but, there is one topic I want to focus on, and that's the idea of 'fake news'.

A definition: "news content published on the internet that aesthetically resembles actual legitimate mainstream news content, but that is fabricated or extremely inaccurate. Also referred to as false, junk, or fabricated news" (Pennycook and Rand, 2021).

Due to the, "increasing popularity of online social media, the Internet becomes an ideal breeding ground for spreading fake news, such as misleading information, fake reviews, fake advertisements, rumors, fake political statements, satires, and so on" (Zhang and Ghorbani, 2020), this idea reflects what I mentioned earlier that, the Internet, specifically social media, has allowed for fake news to have the same visibility as credible news sources. Meaning that, it is becoming more difficult to pick apart the fact from the fiction. "Now fake news is more popular and widely spread through social media than mainstream media" (Zhang and Ghorbani, 2020).

Citations:

Duffy, B.E. and Chan, N.K. (2018). ‘You never really know who’s looking’: Imagined surveillance across social media platforms. New Media & Society, [online] 21(1), pp.119–138. doi:https://doi.org/10.1177/1461444818791318.

Pennycook, G. and Rand, D.G. (2021). The psychology of fake news. Trends in Cognitive Sciences, [online] 25(5), pp.388–402. doi:https://doi.org/10.1016/j.tics.2021.02.007.

Zhang, Xichen, and Ali Ghorbani. “An Overview of Online Fake News: Characterization, Detection, and Discussion.” Information Processing and Management, vol. 57, no. 2, 20 Mar. 2020, pp. 1–26, www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0306457318306794, https://doi.org/10.1016/j.ipm.2019.03.004. Accessed 1 Dec. 2023.