#also i think i find it easier to speak with people with brown eyes??

[tears-of-boredom]

oh and i saw C for the first time in like a lot of months and he saw me as well and I kinda hate how i just cant let it go. like bro just let me act fucking normal in the vicinity of this dude. id have such a bigger chance if i didnt look at him like he's a ghost everytime. like now that I thought of that metaphor, its so good. i act like he's a ghost. and like im not sure if the ghost is friendly or not. also bro i fucking hate my "wanting to be seen/hating being noticed" dichotomy. like could my brain just honestly pick a side.

[hederasgarden]

Today I’m thinking about a somehow equally nerdy navy medic with a crush on sweet Bob and Phoenix and hangman obsessed with trying to get these 2 to realise they like each other that’s all…

Hangman would be so amused, I think, and view it as his personal reality TV show. Maybe Rooster catches on because Hangman is staring awfully hard at Bob one day.

“Working on a crush there, buddy?" Rooster asks, tilting his head in Bob's direction. "It's okay, you can tell me. This is a safe space."

“Huh?" Jake asks before he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "No. But someone else is," he says, drawing the other man's attention to the way you're leaning against the wall, openly staring at their WSO. You're watching him so intently that it takes you a few tries to find your straw with your tongue. It's almost endearing how inept you are.

Then the two of them end up working together to help you get the attention of a clueless Bob and oblivious Phoenix. After a few mishaps, Hangman decides a direct approach is necessary because as oblivious as his two teammates are, you’re even worse.

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Word count: 700

Rating: Gen. Humor and flirting.

Hangman first comes to you after you've finished the annual mandatory CPR training course for the pilots.

“Look,” he starts, leaning in close enough for you to get a whiff of his overpowering aftershave. Your nose wrinkles in disgust. “I get it, you’re a little inept at this whole thing but I’m here to help.”

“Okay, buddy...I think I know way more about anatomy than you do,” you tell him, packing away the CPR dummies. His friend with the mustache coughs and Hangman arches one golden eyebrow looking bemused. It takes you a few seconds to realize what you said. Before you have the chance to feel embarrassed or over explain yourself, he speaks.

"I get it," he assures you. "But I was referring to your little crush on Bob and Phoenix."

“That's not… what… you're crazy," you sputter, shaking your head. "You're way off base," you go on, internally freaking out because you'd been SO careful to play it cool and keep it on the DL. You were a consummate professional every time you interacted with Bob and Phoenix. Calm, cool, and collected. Smooth as butter.

"Uh-huh. There's no need to be shy, sweetheart. We're gonna help you get your man. And girl," he adds.

You're not sure if it's his insufferable smirk or the ridiculousness of the situation but your embarrassment fizzles out and you're left feeling more annoyed than anything else. Who did this guy think he was?

"First, Lieutenant Trace isn't a girl. She is a woman and an accomplished pilot to boot. Also, don't call me sweetheart. It's weird and creepy.” You poke him in the chest to drive home your point. "Also, you can tell Tom Selleck over there I don't need his help either."

“Woah, hey," the other man says, hands raised. "I'm just an innocent bystander here."

"What's your plan?" Hangman questions. "Stare at them some more?"

You scowl but before you can reply another voice interjects. “This guy bothering you?”

Your freeze at the familiar voice, your surprised expression mirroring Hangman’s. Phoenix’s dark brown eyes meet yours when you turn and oh god, she looks so effortlessly beautiful. You should reply with something witty and funny but it’s all you can do to stand there, slack jawed until you see Bob right behind her.

He offers you a bright smile and Phoenix touches your shoulder as she leans in to mock whisper, “Hangman’s not always the best at knowing when he’s not wanted. Like now for example.”

“What the hell is happening right now?��� Hangman asks.

“As entertaining as it was to watch you obsess over this whole thing, I decided the direct approach was easier for everyone involved,” the mustached man says.

“Okay, Tom. You’re good people,” you finally say.

“It’s Rooster actually and I know. Such a good person,” he says with a wink, nudging Hangman.

“Bye, Bagman,” Bob says, staring at the other man until he finally leaves with Rooster.

“Now,” Phoenix begins, fingertips dancing down your arm to capture your hand in hers. “What’s this about you having a crush on us?”

[sensgrave]

"How the hell did cupid get bullets?"

I really appreciate the love I got on the prologue, and decided to add in some extra stuff to it rather than a timeskip. As I said, this is going to be a really slow burn.

Prologue 1 here.

Prologue part 2? - 1.3k, SFW - plans for reader x graves (though I may write side drabbles if desired), I'm hoping to try and ramp up the quality. MDNI, zero tolerance for minors being around - nothing particularly triggering, swearing I guess? I've indented dialogue to make it easier to read, since I figured colours would be a bit too distracting. Don't feed my work to AI, yadda yadda. Also I figured I'd start chucking a different gofundme per chapter in this section, just as a little fun positive thing. I've picked this one today.

You walk along the aisle, taking a seat that’s facing towards the closed cockpit. Buckling yourself in, you feel the vibrations of the cabin door slamming shut, the small ding of the seatbelt sign, and the rumble of the engine coming to life. Looking out below, you see the area you once called home become smaller and smaller. Trees turned to twigs as the plane slowly began to ascend into the sky.

You walk along the aisle, taking a seat that’s facing towards the closed cockpit. Buckling yourself in, you feel the vibrations of the cabin door slamming shut, the small ding of the seatbelt sign, and the rumble of the engine coming to life. Looking out below, you see the area you once called home become smaller and smaller. Trees turned to twigs as the plane slowly began to ascend into the sky. A short while later, you’re able to take off your seatbelt. Walking towards you was the only other passenger besides the pilot. The driver walks up to you, boasting a folder with a simple iconography, featuring a rook inside a spade. Really? Putting the pieces together, someone thought they were being clever and symbolic – but it came off kinda smug and pretentious. Despite that, it still felt slightly clever enough to briefly humour you.

“This is just some preparation that’s been organised for you. I’d suggest looking through it, it’s pretty much your itinerary for the next few days. Has a bit of extra paperwork too, if you chose to continue beyond the interview. Also, a rough layout of what areas are strictly relevant to you. Venturing into other places without the proper clearance is generally cause for alarm, and you’ll likely get your ass handed to you. If you’re lucky, it’ll be verbal – so I’d also suggest keeping that on you.”

What the fuck does he mean by THAT? Maybe it’s governmental work?

“Doesn’t it seem a bit silly to give me a map if it’s such a top secret layout?”

“You’re not a threat at this point in time.”

Ouch.

It was a feeling that could only be described as ‘ominous embarrassment’. This is the most you’ve spoken to the driver from earlier, and finally take in his appearance. Average height, with a lean build. There’s some medium length locks framing his face, parted down the middle. He looks down at you, with an expression so lacking you’d think he’d never experienced an emotion. Brown eyes, but he’s wearing clear contacts. You wonder how he’d look with glasses. As he speaks, you notice a slight stubble – and a pair of very neatly manicured brows furrowing in your direction.

“Well?”

Fuck. Wasn’t listening.

“Oh I agree completely.”

There we go, saved it.

“So, you agree you might have questions?”

Goddammit.

He lets out a small chuckle, eyes slightly crinkling at the corners with a faint hint of a smile. Thank god, he’s amused. Making a terrible first impression on the people around this company is not the way to go. Considering the perks so far, you find yourself increasingly nervous for the interview – the desire to actually be able to do your placement here grows, adding to the pressure. He’s in a basic black suit, with a slightly stuffy black tactical vest over the top. A small, embroidered strip of grey fabric sits across the left of his chest, reading ‘Smithstone 1-4’ just above his breast pocket. He takes a seat in the chair across from you. Finally coming back to earth again, you ponder on anything you might potentially want to know.

“So… what kind of deal is this? You guys working for the government?” – the most obvious question. He shifts slightly in his seat, answering with a simple “Something like that.”

Alright, not great in terms of detail – but it’s at least something. You press further.

“Why the big plane?”

“Boss uses it for a few things already, mostly meetings and other stuff. He figured it was simpler putting you in it, rather than dealing with anything commercial.” He answers, very matter-of-factly. “We’re not typically a first choice, so we don’t get many applicants. Most students have us as a backup, not as the main option. So forgive us, this is a little new for everyone involved.”

Huh.  job’s turned from creepy, back to intriguing.

“D’you like working here?” You wonder, figuring if he’s been put in charge of you, he’s probably a safe bet on getting a feel for this place.

“It’s good. Can’t complain. We’ve got great benefits, a decent salary, and a pretty good work-life balance. The only catch is the life part. You do get space to do stuff on your own time, but we’re all kind of restricted in how much movement we can make. You’ve typically gotta stay in the nearby area, and there’s not much around in most places we go. The work certainly tests you though.” It seems promising, the words sounding genuine. “Any more questions?”

This is another question I absolutely should’ve asked earlier. I hope it doesn’t sound rude.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh. Probably should’ve introduced myself. I’m Jessie, but we usually just go by last names. It’s not mandatory though, just how the vibe is.”

Jessie Smithstone, huh?

“Well, it’s been nice to meet you, Jessie.”

“Nice to meet you too.” He responds, running a hand through his hair. He figures it’s time to leave you to read through the folder on your own, accepting the hint to move to a different chair without you even noticing. Seems like the employees have pretty good instincts.

The documentation is some standard non-disclosure agreements, just not to talk about where you’re going, where you’re interviewing, what you’re interviewing for, not to discuss anything heard (or overhead) while you are present, and the potential ramifications for doing so. There is a footnote with these at least, ‘If you require assistance in understanding these, we do have legal advice available to help you go over this contract.’ – that’s nice at least. Care certainly has been put into fully understanding what you’re getting yourself into, but you’ve yet to be enlightened on what the fuck is this kind of company?

The rest of the documents is as Jessie said – a map labelled with any landmarks you may need to find your way across the large… building? It couldn’t really be called that. It’s almost like a compound. There are quite a few sections shaded off, with a key in the corner explaining that these sections are restricted. Each relevant point of interest is labelled with a star, and several paths are outlined between these sections – providing you a set of routes for wherever you needed to go and where you absolutely shouldn’t. An itinerary explains where you’ll be staying, in a small set of quarters, at the west wing of one of the buildings. You’ll be touching down, unpacking, and being given a tour before dinner. After that, you’ve got a few hours to do what you wish around the place – or choose to go to bed. The next day will be your interview, starting at midday – and deliberation will occur in the afternoon. You’ll be given the outcome on whether there’s a contract to potentially accept, or having to go home. You’ve still got the option of declining the contract, but that’s been put off the table. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime, and ‘No.’ isn’t an option for you. Not out of lack of choice, but out of want. The seatbelt fastening sign dings to life, as the pilot explains you’ll be landing shortly.

[hobie-enthusiast]

ART WITH HANDS !

— ‘,,, could u do hcs of Hobie teaching reader sign language tho 🥺? (Can either be platonic or romantic)’

— hobie brown x gn!reader

— lots of fluff, sign language woohoo, teaching, hcs and a little blurb at the end

— you knew how important it was to hobie, so you ask him to teach you

— YES ANON YES!! TWO STEPS AHEAD!!

— for background click here

— first of all he’s a very patient teacher

— sign language isn’t the easiest language to learn

— there are different rules, parameters, and physical aspects that need to be kept in mind to show different words in signs

— and many different variations of it exist (ie msl, asl, bsl, etc)

— i think he would start with asl (american sign language) since it’s the most widely used

— so it’s okay if you don’t get it right away, he’s there to help

— he starts by teaching some of the basics

— greetings, pleasantries, fingerspelling, just to name a few

— also lil hc that he def has a name sign cuz he got it from the people who taught him the language originally

— he very much teaches you his name sign cause he loves it so much

— he’ll also incorporate it into everyday life

— speaking and signing so you can pick up on some of the signs that are more common

— he also teaches the different grammatical patterns

— sign language has different grammar patterns that languages like english, so he ensures you know that

— his favourite part is deep diving into the culture

— hobie can talk for hours about the different people he’s met and communicated with solely because of how cool it was

— the culture behind sign language is just as important to him as signing it

— once you start to get the hang of it, he teaches more signs and facial expressions

— hobie’ll also help with learning the numbers and patterns, since a lot of numbers tend follow the same pattern

— over time it becomes easier to learn, and hobie notices when you manage to pick up on that

— once that comes, he’ll use it pretty much regularly

— he’ll also opt to teach you other forms of sign language, firstly being bsl (british sign language)

— but once your fluent or close, he’s very excited

— he loves just silently signing with you when hanging with friends or such

— he could sign the most ridiculous things since a lot of his friends most likely wouldn’t know what he’s signing

— you both find it so amusing

— his favourite things to sign are ‘i love you’, ‘you’re so attractive’, or ANY sign that has his rings clank together

— sign language is such an art in hobie’s eyes, and he wants the cherished moments of teaching it to you

You watch as Hobie’s hands move fast to sign something for you to decipher. His motions were smooth and honestly impossible to understand.

“Wait! Slow down!” You say, shaking your head. “That’s like, so hard to understand.”

Hobie smiles. “‘s only ‘ard if ya make it ‘ard.” He says, catching your attention again. “Focus on what ya do know, then string ‘em together.”

He signs the phrase again, and you watch him. He’s slower this time, just a little. But still, it’s easier for you to pick up Hobie’s hand motions.

You knew how good Hobie was at sign language, and it was pretty impressive to you. He was almost self-taught, besides some guidance from the people he's known and met. That's why you trusted him to teach you.

With slower movements, you can make out some signs easier than others.

“You.. a lot.. attractive.. love.. oh.”

You realized what he was signing, a small tint of red crossing your face that you cover with your hand as you sigh. He chuckles, tilting your chin up to him.

“So?” He questions, smirk never faltering. “What did I sign, darlin?”

"Damn you. 'You're very attractive and I love you'.

Hobie snickers, hands encasing your own. "Why thank you, swee'heart. I think you're good looking yourself."

You roll your eyes as you stand and walk away from the bed. He was teasing you of course, he did it all the time. You decide to do the same by walking away, faking an annoyance.

"Never said class was over!" Hobie called out to you.

You wave off a hand at him. "Can't learn much with a teacher so full of himself!"

"I know ya love it."

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Hobie swung into the apartment window, stumbling inside as he shut the window behind him. You glance up from your desk as he takes his mask off, a tired look evident on his face.

'Long day?' You sign, guessing that Hobie was too exhausted to talk verbally.

He nods as he disappears into your closet, changing into more comfortable clothes. Hobie knew you didn't mind when he did that. You were the one who told him he could, after all.

Being Spider-man truly was a demanding job, one that Hobie could handle of course. But that wouldn't mean that he doesn't get tired from it. Saving people who need it can be exhausting.

The least you feel you can do is provide a place for him to rest easy.

Hobie emerged from the closet with a yawn. 'Come to bed. I'm tired.' He signed, lying on your bed.

'At 8 pm?' You sign back in question.

He sat back up to sign his response. 'Lots of annoying criminals today. Police were too lazy to catch them.'

You nod along, standing from your seat to shut the light off. You joined Hobie in bed, his arms immediately finding home in your hair and around your body. After such long days he wants nothing more than to be beside you so he can rest easily.

He pulls his hands back from a moment to make a hand shape. 'I love you.'

'I love you too.' You sign back, comfortably adjusting your body to get some much needed rest.

Hobie sighed softly as he let his eyes shut. That sign truly was his favourite. It was such a nice yet silent way to convey love between two people. Sometimes, that's just what Hobie needs in his life.

A quiet reminder that someone is always in his corner, no matter what.

[4pfsukuna]

Hi!! Hope you’re having a good day so far! I love this asexual!reader x jjk series. Every one of them has been fire!! Could you do asexual!black!reader x Choso perchance pls if you’ve got the time? Anything fluffy or maybe even a meet-cute. Would love to hear your thoughts/drabble. Thank you for all the works so far!!!! 💫

Girl dont make me cry! Also sorry this took 150years and its not my best work so if you want another one let me know😭😭

Drabbles to headcannon ft. Choso kamo

Sketching out the park in the yard of the apartment conplex you live in you sigh frustratedly tearing yet another page out the book.

“You must like trees” a tiny voice says next to you and you notice its one of your neighbors the energetic little boy with pink hair who youve swear youve seen kick through concrete.

“I just cant find the right color” you pout and his eyes widen at all the color pencils you have.

“My brothers good at coloring, he stays in the lines real good. We can ask him” he grins looking behind you and you see a stressed looking man nearly running toward you. His eyes soften when he sees you.

“Cho! She needs help coloring” the tiny boy beams unphased by his brothers distressed state.

Theres large amounts of cursed energy coming from you but you dont seem to be a threat.

“Yuji what did i tell you about running off” he huffs out his robes moving as swiftly as he does. Yujis eyes get watery and his bottom lip trembles.

“But oni-chan” he whines and chosos face instantly softens and you think the soft spot he has for his little brother is adoreable. He somehow convinces his brother to color your trees and you notice he isnt half bad.

“Your struggling because your using one shade of red for the leaves when it should be three to capture how they fade into brown” he points out which you arent too happy to receive.

What? Youre an artist and youre sensitive about your work. You make an excuse to leave shortly after and head back to your apartment.

A few days later you hear a soft knock on your door and to your suprise find Choso and little yuji who smiles brightly at you.

“Oni-chann bought you colored pencils! Its the expensive ones” yuji beams excitedly holding up the gift bag and Choso jaw drops looking at his brother.

“Actually he seen a coloring book he wanted to get you…and i noticed i may have offended you the other night so its a peace offering” he speaks and you notice the marking on his nose you want to ask questions but it’s rude.

Your living room had been transformed into a art studio with paintings, paint, blank canvases pencils and loose sketches floating around and Yuji can help his self as he runs in looking over each piece. Choso is ready to apologize but you instead walk over to yuji explaining all the different artworks and hes shocked at the way he holds onto every word you say.

Its something about the way youre so good with yuji that makes something in him stir not sexual but its like he’s seeing you for the first time. 

Yuji comes over every day after school… which means Choso comes over every day.

You start learning how he’s basically good at every thing cooking, drawing, playing instruments, origamii, baking, it actually pissed you off sometimes it was becoming a game of “anything you can do i can do better and make yours look useless” And you were losing.

It’s when he begins coming over without yuji that you enjoy spending time with him and you notice he’s alot more relaxed the pressure to be the best is gone.

He’s only trying to be the best to impress his little brother.

He enjoys doing little things to make life easier for you, taking out the trash, helping with dishes even keeps your company on wash day. It’s the day he collapses from exhaustion on your couch that you realizes he’s such a people pleaser for people he cares about.

And touch deprived. He falls apart when you place a hand on his forehead dark eyes void of anything just enjoying your proximity.

His favorite place is your lap where he lays his head and closes his eyes as you massage his scalp running your fingers through it, his 2 signature buns long gone.

It’s when you hear his soft snores that you turn down the t.v and set an alarm for when you have to get Yuji from school.

Choso never pressures you into anything sexual or even talks about it, why?

Hes our asexual king!

He’s happy with the quality time and returned acts of service the two of you give another. He gets his fill from watching you and yuji interact. He gets his fill when you see the tiredness in his baggy eyes and pat your lap for him to lay down. 

He gets his fill when you ramble about your day and coworkers and the latest telfar Bag drop. He LOVESSSS going to the hair supply store and when you let him smell the hair products.

He knows better than to use it because he looked up hair type when you went on a rant about your hair having 2 different hair types.

He closed the window when it began talking about weave because you said you didn’t wear that and that yes your hair grew 36 inches over night and changed texture (you still giggle to yourself about it because he was either so gullible or too polite to ask)

Purposely leaves his hair ties so he has a reason to come back, though between Yuji and his great cooking skills he was always welcomed.

[nadiv22]

My favorite quotes from civ VI

TECHNOLOGY

“No man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune.” – Plutarch

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” – Will Rogers

“I AM FOND OF PIGS. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” – Winston S. Churchill

“Who deserves more credit than the wife of a coal miner?” – Merle Travis

“When you find yourself in a hole, quit digging.” – Will Rogers

“I don’t believe in astrology; I’m a Sagittarius and we’re skeptical.” – Arthur C. Clarke

“Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.” -W. H. Auden

“I shot an arrow into the air. It fell to earth, I knew not where.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.” -Mark Twain

“I’m also interested in creating a lasting legacy … because bronze will last for thousands of years.” – Richard MacDonald

“MONEA, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.” – Helen Gurley Brown

“A man on a horse is spiritually as well as physically bigger than a man on foot.” – John Steinbeck

“The Lord made us all out of iron. Then he turns up the heat to forge some of us into steel.” – Marie Osmond

“I cannot imagine any condition which would cause a ship to founder … Modern shipbuilding has gone beyond that.” – Capt. E.J. Smith, RMS Titanic

“Create with the heart; build with the mind.” – Criss Jami

“One man’s ‘magic’ is another man’s engineering.” – Robert Heinlein

“There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.” – Lemony Snicket

The purpose of education is to replace an empty mind with an open one.” – Malcolm Forbes

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” – Aristotle

“Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.” – Nemo Nox

“Not all who wander are lost.” – J.R.R. Tolkien

“People can have the Model T in any color – so long as it’s black.” – Henry Ford

“The pen might not be mightier than the sword, but maybe the printing press is heavier than the siege weapon. Just a few words can change everything.” – Terry Pratchett

“Astronomy’s much more fun when you’re not an astronomer.” – Brian May

“If facts don’t fit the theory, change the facts.” – Albert Einstein

“No one starts a war – or rather, no one in his senses ought to do so – without first being clear in his mind what he intends to achieve by that war and how he intends to conduct it.” – Karl von Clausewitz

“Science owes more to the steam engine than the steam engine owes to science.” – Lawrence Henderson

“Bolt actions speak louder than words.” – Craig Roberts

“Never criticize a rifleman until you have walked a mile in his shoes. That way, he’ll be barefoot and you’ll be out of range.” – The 2nd Target Company

“For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.” – Leonardo da Vinci

“If you can walk away from a landing, it’s a good landing. If you use the airplane the next day, it’s an outstanding landing.” – Chuck Yeager

“Benjamin Franklin may have discovered electricity, but it was the man who invented the meter who made the money.” – Earl Wilson

“Chemists do not usually stutter. It would be very awkward if they did, seeing that they have at times to get out such words as methylethylamylophenylium.” – Sir William Crookes

“If God had really intended men to fly, He’d make it easier to get to the airport.” – George Winters

“Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.” – George Patton

“There may be no forgiveness for polyester. On this one matter, Satan and the Lord are in agreement.” – Joe Hill

“I’m a big laser believer – I really think they are the wave of the future.” – Courteney Cox

"Even though the future seems far away, it is actually beginning right now.” – Mattie Stepanek

CIVICS

“Bravery is being the only one who knows you’re afraid.” — Colonel David Hackworth

“A strong economy begins with a strong, well-educated workforce.”– Bill Owens “Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.” – Marcus Aurelius

“It was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut; they couldn’t hear the barbarians coming.” – Garrison Keillor

Divide and rule, a sound motto. Unite and lead, a better one.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” – William Shakespeare

“Invincibility lies in the defense; the possibility of victory in the attack.” – Sun Tzu

“History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon.” – Napoleon Bonaparte

“A good navy is not a provocation to war. It is the surest guaranty of peace.” – Theodore Roosevelt

“In democracy it’s your vote that counts; in feudalism it’s your count that votes.” – Mogens Jallberg

“There are very honest people who do not think that they have had a bargain unless they have cheated a merchant.” – Anatole France

“You can’t go around arresting the Thieves’ Guild. I mean, we’d be at it all day!” – Terry Pratchett

“Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government … You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ‘cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!” – Monty Python

“In diplomacy there are two kinds of problems: small ones and large ones. The small ones will go away by themselves, and the large ones you will not be able to do anything about.” – Patrick McGuinness

“A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.” – Robert Frost

“New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.” – John Locke

“A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.” – Douglas Adams

“Destroying rainforest for economic gain is like burning a Renaissance painting to cook a meal.” – Edward Wilson

“If you don’t read the newspaper, you’re uninformed. If you read the newspaper, you’re mis-informed.” -Mark Twain

“Sports do not build character. They reveal it.” – Heywood Broun

“A good plan violently executed right now is far better than a perfect plan executed next week.” – George S. Patton

“We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard.” – John F. Kennedy

“Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?” -Jane Austen

“I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.” –Albert Einstein

[artsninspo]

Hello! What's up? It's probably too late but I'd like to request to you with Jamie (Top Boy) if you don't mind

Jamie recognized reader except that she didn't recognize him at first sight, like during their childhood at school, she was in the same class as him, she was a real serious studious that everyone liked her, he bothered her by not realizing that he had a little crush on her, also she didn't understand why he was teasing her during class. Now he sees her again after those years, sitting alone in a corner, she was getting some fresh air either in a park or on the street, memories come back to that meeting, they asked each other what they're doing now and all that stuff...

RUN IN's

Pairing: Jamie (Topboy) X Reader

Author's note: Quick little something, this was a quick one shot so please excuse all typos.

WC: 1.3K

“Dickhead” you snap under your breath as a car pulls up alongside you. The tints are dark but you know better than to kick off on someone in London. It could get sticky fast. Finding another parking spot you head off the high road and to the park. It was recommended by your therapist to get fresh air, touch grass, and slow down. Putting on your headphones you begin a brisk walk before starting a light jog. At first it was difficult to push through the agony and lack of oxygen but now it’s become second nature, the sounds of nature cancel out the hustle and bustle around you and your eyes have become attuned to the little things. The birds, the flowers, the butterflies. The colours, the breeze, the people around you. The mother watching her daughter play while she talks on the phone. The young teens blushing and giggling, a sign of young love. The little ones are ripping and roaring on their bikes. It’s a great tool. After a round you head back to your starting bench and the guy with the parking spot is sitting there. Your eyes recognize him from last week. 

A little weary you find another bench and stretch a little catching your breath before round two. You look around and the man’s eyes are on yours. It’s a little unsettling but the park is full. With one deep breath you start off again, increasing your pace slightly. Cleaning your head is easier this time, the stress of life and work take a backseat to the world around you for the next five minutes. Drawing up you see the guy is now on the bench you just took off from so you catch your breath at your original seat. Liable to undo all of the good work you close your eyes trying not to let it draw you out. Footsteps and cologne bring you back to your senses. Turning you see brown eyes looking back at yours. The low fade and rich brown skin both look well taken care of. Your eyes narrow at him and he smiles reaching into his pocket. Tensing you panic.

“Easy” he warns you, gesturing for calm. He pulls a bracelet box from his pocket. Frowning, you look at him again and he smiles slightly. “Not the same one obviously, sentimental value and such but it should be a replacement with interest” he says, opening it to show off a gorgeous tennis bracelet with baguette diamonds.

“I think you’ve got the wrong person” you speak and he smiles.

“Nah” he refuses. The air about him is slightly mischievous as if he knows something you don’t.

“I was being a pest to a girl a long time ago. I wanted her attention. So I kept touching this bracelet she loved. Clasp broke and she smacked me and refused to acknowledge me again unless I replaced it” he says and goosebumps pepper all across your skin. There was only one man with balls enough to toy with you in your childhood.

“Jamie?” You ask in a whisper and he nods.

“Ugh” you frown, disgusted as you have a laugh. “You were the worst”

“I was sorry for breaking it.” He tells fans you nod.

“It’s alright, I don’t lose sleep over it” you confess.

“I had no right touching something from a family member that passed on” he says with eyes that know and understand loss. Taking the bracelet you see the infamous stamp from your favourite jeweller. It’s real so it must be a fortune for him.

“No you didn’t but this is too much” you hand it back but Jamie doesn’t take it back.

“No it’s not, I see what you pulled up in” Jamie nods. “Take the bracelet and my number” he says and you have a laugh. Never in a million years did you think Jamie would be moving to you this way. He was smart and popular, a rare combination. Between your father and brothers the rules were simple - no boys. Jamie didn't like that much.

“I’ll take the bracelet” you tell him and he smiles.

“Why?”

“Because if you can afford it now dressed like this I know what you’re into. One, and two I don’t make a habit of communicating with people who teased me mercilessly” you explain.

“I had a crush on you and your head was always in a book. How else was I to get your attention? What are you now? Probably a PhD” he says.

“A lawyer”  you tell him and he smiles.

“You never liked confrontation or speaking up in class” he recalls accurately.

“Well, my brother went away and lawyer fees would’ve eaten through living expenses. So I did it for my family” you explain and he nods.

“So he’s out now?”

“Yes and out of London”

“Your pops still inside?” Jamie asks.

“Yeah but he’ll be out soon” you respond truthfully.

“Good,” he nods.

“Well I’ve got to finish my third lap, then I’m off” you stand.

“I’ll wait and walk you to your car” he offers and you don’t protest knowing he won’t budge. There’s no clearing your head of the little shit Jamie had been in school. Or how maturity had been kind to him. Or how you just knew what he was doing now buying a bracelet for a virtual stranger. Finished running, he allows you to catch your breath without commentary.

“So are you single?” Jamie asks at your side.

“Yes” you laugh.

“What’s funny?” he asks like it isn't obvious.

“Jamie, between my brother and father, why would you bark up this tree? Road men are unfaithful, inconsistent, selfish and temperamental. I know it’s been my entire life. If anyone other than the two of them make me cry they’ll be worm food” you explain candidly. 

“I’ve never been predictable” Jamie shrugs unbothered by your deduction. Clearly he has the confidence and bull headedness of a roadman down.

“Even worse” you tell him heading back to the car.

“Y/N” he snaps.

You smile admiring the man he’s become. “I’ll take the bracelet and wear it so long as you don’t make me wear the bracelet bought by a dead man” you tell him. He swallows, sighing deeply. He looks around before placing the diamonds on your wrist.

“Looks good on you” he compliments.

“Thanks, I’m sorry about your parents. I heard after the funeral.” you confess knowing what loss feels like.

“Thank you” he nods. 

“You should come by my office and we can arrange a contingency plan for your brothers if you want to continue living wild” you advise.

“What are you trying to do, scare me straight?” He asks, feeling judged and agitated.

“You’re already temperamental if family comes first I was making sure you’re not selfish” you speak plainly. He takes a deep breath not used to being challenged.

“You’re trying to draw me out” he smiles privy to your provocation.

“When you come Jamie, I want the matching necklace and put 20 on my dad’s books or he’ll take it as disrespect. It’ll cause you a headache you don’t need” you advise getting in your car.

“Here I thought you were quiet and shy” he seems impressed.

“I used to be,” you tell him.

“Good I like the grown woman version better” he flirts and it's a breath of fresh air from the corporate posturing of the guys in your new social circle.

“You had no quit in you then, don’t do my head in now” you warn Jamie steps back sticking his hands in his pockets and you pull off with more questions than answers. Your wish is simple, that he survives without jail or a premature funeral. 

[monawasredacted]

Sweetheart Headcanons

These are purely related to my interpretation of Sweetheart and the vision of them that I subscribe to! So happy and excited to hear other people’s interpretations and see their Sweethearts (I’ll probably do this for all of my redacted OC’s)

•As their powers manifestested, the pigmentation in Sweetheart’s body started to react to the chemical makeup of their powers, and their hair, eyes and skin all drained of colour. Their skin, already pale, took on a more neutral tone. Their eyes, previously a darker and deeper blue, faded to a light grey. Their hair, a dirty blonde/light brown, grew into more of a white/blonde. This isn’t common, but is known to happen to stealths, as the magic that makes them seemingly transparent also messes with their body.

•They, at first, hated this. Their friends thought it was cool, but they couldn’t think it further from the truth. The features they’d loved the most, gifted from their parents, had been stolen by their powers. While they did not curse the gift of magic, they felt robbed of the things they were proud of, like the Tenerife blue of their mother’s eyes, or the signature tussled brown that had been donned by their father’s lineage for generations.

•Their powers were strong, but they didn’t know what to do with them. In fact, in their stealth classes, they took a little longer than their classmates to get a true handle on things. This is apparent and resurges when they’re in the midst of a highly tense emotional episode, such as panic attacks. They find it hard to decloak even if they want to.

•Sweetheart prefers to wear pants wherever they go, in case they need to cloak for any reason and they need to go unheard. Their magic also affects their clothes, but not always their physical mass; they can be heard and felt while cloaked if they don't exert the extra effort to conceal them, so pants are quieter and easier to move around in.

•In this same vein, they don’t wear jewellery very often either - clattering and clanging can sometimes be hard to mask and keep stealthed. The only exception to this rule is a ring gifted by Milo’s mother, that they wear every day, stealthing or not.

•Milo’s mother has an intense respect for Sweetheart (returned tenfold), and they get along really well. She was the first person Sweetheart went to when concerned about learning healing magic, agonising over not knowing it well and neglecting it when studying. When Sweetheart messaged, and then called Marie, torn to bits about their inability to heal effectively, Marie knew that Sweetheart was a good person, heart and soul. And Marie can always tell deep down whether a person is good or not.

•Colm attempts to converse with Sweetheart often, usually about investigating, and it takes a while for Sweetheart to open up and speak more freely- they, at first, felt as if the tension in the relationship between Milo and Colm was to be tread very carefully. It wasn’t until Milo ensured ‘I won’t be mad at you for entertainin’ his nosy personality, as is the nature of an investigator.’ (When Sweetheart refused this idea, Milo then followed up with ‘No, you’re definitely not nosy, just have a penchant for sneakin’ into unknowing victim's apartments to accost them with interroga-.’ He couldn’t finish the sentence, with a pillow to his face.)

•Sweetheart does, in fact, dress like an old timey P.I: long coats, dark tones, well fit slacks and boots, the works.

And they make it look good?

•Milo usually helps them pick out their clothes, as he’s really actually quite exceptional at doing such. He did not, however, help with their Summit outfit. That was all Sweetheart’s doing (and Milo’s undoing).

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC interview

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck here!

Rules: answer the questions in the POV of an OC!

This time, I'm feeling Liam!

Are you named after anyone?

“Yes, I am. I made sure of it. Liam is an extremely common name, see, I've met a million of them. Liam could be referring to any number of Liams, and you would never know which one. Besides, now in certain situations I must be called Beaumont, which I just think sounds cool.”

When was the last time you cried?

“Pfft. I don't cry often. Sure, there's, like, a psychological reason for why doing it is healthy, but I just find myself in situations that don't call for it. When you need a good pathos, sure, being able to cry on the spot is an extremely good skill that I have. Crying isn't something I usually do when I'm upset. I try to stay focused on the facts to craft my argument. So the last time I cried was for my AV club. We were filming a commercial. It had puppies.”

Do you have kids?

“Oh, absolutely not. There are a million reasons, seemingly, why. First: I'm barely eighteen. Second: I'm not quite sure I want any of my own to begin with. Many different personal reasons I would much rather not get into right now. Third: not only the last two, but I'm going off to college next fall. Do you think I'm gonna have time to raise a kid? Nah. If it's to be, I'm going to wait until after graduation. Then I'll reassess where I am in life.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“It depends on who I am talking to. I love sarcasm. Use it when I can. However, I've found that being blunt works better for others. Saying what you mean has a more effective, direct approach that clears up any potential misunderstanding. On the other hand, sarcasm is an effective tool to use as humor or to throw an opponent or challenger off-guard. It can be a gotcha moment. It can piss people off, ruffle some feathers, if you will. You understand my point, I assume. Sarcasm is a tool that must only be used when appropriate and should never go to waste.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“... I notice everything about them. Their posture, where their eyes are, hands are, everything I can, I analyze. Why? It makes talking to them a lot easier. I bet Wade said 'general vibe', and I'd have to say that is a correct assessment of what there is to notice first. I need to know how to talk to people. How to approach this conversation.”

What’s your eye colour?

“Green. Objectively the best choice for myself. I have a very...eh, Sam would call it a 'naturalistic aesthetic.' What she means is that my color palette consists of colors associated with nature. Brown hair and green eyes help that, I presume. It fits with my 'vibe' so to speak. I would love to argue that assigning aesthetics is a little ridiculous, I do enjoy general color theory.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Who the hell decided these were opposites? Aliens is horror and it has a technically happy ending with four characters alive and well. I'm ignoring the next movie. This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm sorry, as a film student--or someone on track to be--this is stupid. Who wrote this question? Tragic endings or happy endings. Scary movies or feel-good movies. Technically, one could be both. Die Hard, for example, is pretty intense but gives the 'warm fuzzies' at the end. Nothing is binary except computer code. This is ridiculous. I consider myself to be a highly opinionated person, but I'm not sure I could debate either side of this. My opinion is this question is stupid, and I uncharacteristically refuse to answer.”

Any special talents?

“I can edit. Very well. Would like to edit YouTubers' vids. Generally good at cinematography and vision. Apparently I can also turn anything into an argument. Speaking of which, what defines a special talent? What makes you special? Everyone is 'special in different ways' but what is special? Some may consider my argumentative streak to be a special talent, but some may just think it's an annoying personality trait or psychological issue that I need to seek help to treat. Or is it actually healthy? I argue it's both. And what is a talent? Something we are natural at, or something that we became good at? A mix of both?”

Where were you born?

“Bit invasive. Earth. Narrowed it down to Alium or Ceteri. Which Earth? You decide.”

Do you have any pets?

“I have a cat named Beans and a dog named Macie.”

What sort of sports do you play?

“Unless arguing or debate is a sport, I do not play any. I say debate counts. It requires a good offense and a good defense. Strategy. Approach, follow through, anticipating movements. You get it.”

How tall are you?

“About 170 centimeters or 5'7. Some call me short but on Alium I'm neither short nor tall. Next to Sam I feel tiny but then I'm next to someone like Tyler and I feel much better about myself.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“Uh, debate. I would debate you on that, but I think you get the point. Other than that, film classes and computer science are the best classes I have ever taken.”

What is your dream job?

“I want to be a filmmaker so bad. I want to direct and boss people around. I want to be a cinematographer or an editor. I want someone to use my movie as a good, ideal example in film school. I want to write my own script. See my film premiere on the red carpet. Cast all-stars, nepo babies, and fresh blood. I want it all. Call me ambitious, but I could rock this industry.”

Other Liam: questionnaire

Other interviews: Wade, Jazlyn, Gwen, Lexi, Carla, Carmen, Maddie

Tagging @somethingclevermahogony @badluck990 @theprissythumbelina @talesofsorrowandofruin @loopyhoopywrites

Blanks below the cut!

Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

[mattyriddlesbitch]

a cup of coffee please ma’am!

so physically i’m tall, pale, reddish brown hair, blue eyes, and light freckles.

my hobbies and interests include reading. usually anything with fantasy and romance but i’m also a sucker for a good classic or mystery. i also exercise and listen to music. there’s really not much to do around me so i occupy a lot of my time by hanging around my family. one interesting thing i do somewhat frequently is go on swamp tours. there’s one not too far from my home. it’s basically like a zoo on a boat. so much fun!

personality wise i really like talking to people so i rarely meet a stranger. i don’t want to be vain and blatantly say i’m funny BUT i did get wittiest as my high school superlative so the facts kind of speak for themselves. although i do like talking to people i find it easy to go into my shell and shut everyone out if i’m in a certain mood. i’m a fairly straight forward person. “say what you mean and mean what you say” is a motto i tend to stick to and find it easier when the people around me do as well.

thanks for listening to my coffee order! i would also like to say that i LOVE your writing and can’t wait to read all the fun stuff you have lined up ❣️

I'd pair you with Theo. I think he'd love how witty you are and he'd love how straight forward you are. He'd totally tease you over the romance books, but he's actually curious about what you read and would love to listen to you talk about it.

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

since your gene posting one of my favourite ones is targ silver hair being seemingly very recessive since basically every targaryen who's mixed (other than the targtowers) gets the other parents hair idk i think it's funny

Hi! So, yes I also agree with this lol.

So the white hair and purple eyes would be most similar to blonde hair and blue eyes irl (we could argue that it's albinoism and that opens a whole new can of worms but going back to the original) of course we see Targaryen characters that have white hair despite one of their parents having a darker color (darker colors tend to be more dominant) but there's actually an irl reason behind this other than GRRM fantasy genetics (who knows, maybe he is pulling out the punnet squares)

Both parents would have to carry the blonde gene or in this case we'll call it the white gene (w) I always imagine book Aemma Arryn with dark brown hair which would be dominant over Viserys' white hair but it's still possible for them to have white haired children if Aemma is also carrying the (w) gene, which we would assume she got from her mother.

It would look something like this:

But technically speaking Rhaenyra doesn't even have to be ww she could be Bw and a carrier of the brown gene but that's unlikely. Virtually 0% isn't always zero... it would be easier to find a unicorn-- but it's Westerose...so--

The same argument could be made for Alicent and Viserys. Both book and show. For Alicent's children to have white hair, she would most likely be carrying a blonde hair gene. I could be wrong but most people depict book Alicent with brown hair based on the illustrations. We'll say she has Bb hair cuz she might have a blonde hair gene from her mother.

So basically the same as with Aemma's. In the show Alicent has red hair and red hair is typically recessive so it would actually be rb x ww

[queenlilithprime]

Business of Love - Meeting the Bros

Lilith (They/Them) x Gavin (He/They) ft. Malik (He/Him) (from @campwillowpeakvn)

This is probably gonna be a long series of these two bc I love them /w\ yes the title is a pun on a pack of ferrets :3

Content Warnings: Uhhh none yet? Just cute!

Word Count: 1,682

Gavin and Lily sat in Malik’s vehicle as they headed to the campus. It had been a while since the succubus had been around so many other people their age. They found themself fidgeting a bit in the seat for a while before Gavin’s hand slipped into theirs. He didn’t need to say anything but he just understood them. His lover was an anxious one even if they didn’t show it outwardly.

“Soo… Shortstack, any reason you didn’t want to tell the guys until you could show up in person together?” Malik asked, turning his head a bit to glance back at them.

“Oh uh… For an extra surprise I guess? Hot goth partner on Gavin’s arm might be easier to believe when I’m right there. Also I sorta want to see everyone’s faces? I think it’d be hilarious.” They replied, scratching their cheek a bit in embarassment.

“What, you want to knock their socks off and let Gavin show off a bit?” he chuckled, realizing Lily was being a little bit silly.

“S-Sort of… If everyone does have such like… low expectations of him and stuff I want them to understand he can do well, he’s just gotta find the right person.” Their cheeks grow a soft pink as they speak, their hand squeezing Gavin’s softly. Oh man do they love them.

The blue-haired goofball blinked at Lily for a few moments before his cheeks became beet red. It still almost didn’t feel real some days, being able to say he has a partner. Someone who returns his flirting and wants to give him the affection he’s been starved of. They still remember the first time their lips met. It was by a campfire after everyone else had already headed to bed for the night.

Both of them had been joking around and flirting for most of the night when Gavin mentioned something about still not having his first kiss. It was then that Lily looked at them, their pretty green eyes shimmering in the firelight as they smiled.

He could still feel the way they gently cupped his cheeks, tugging him down to their level before softly pressing their lips to his. Gavin still remembered the way their lids fluttered shut, the way their face grew pink. The goofball didn’t close their eyes, their wide brown eyes just staring at their lovers face for the first kiss he had ever received.

When the succubus finally pulled away and saw his awestruck face they covered their mouth with a hand to stifle their giggles.

"Hyeon... Love... You're so cute." They managed to say between giggles. He blinked at them before his face softened, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

"C-Can we do that again?"

A grin tugged at Lilith's lips as they stepped closer, leaning their body against his. Gavin's cheeks were red as his breath hitched, kissing them felt better than he ever expected. When they finally indulged him in his plea, he almost melted into them.

Their knees felt weak, not knowing if their lover was intentionally draining their energy or if it was an instinctual thing. But honestly he didn't care, feeling their kiss felt incredible.

Gavin found himself tentatively placing his hands on Lilith's hips. Was this okay? Is it alright to do this? What comes next? Is it good? Bad? Is Lily enjoying this?

They stood for a few moments longer, the two lovers kissing under the starlight and beside the heat of the campfire. There was a crunch from the trees, that startled them into breaking the kiss.

There was a moment as Gavin's face grew red in the car that made Lily tilt their head. What was he thinking of just now? Silly goose. They gently tapped his nose with their index finger and smiled at him.

"Earth to Hyeon, is my lover still there?" They grinned as he finally snapped back to reality, looking into their green eyes. A goofy smile spread across their face as they grabbed Lily's wrist, pulling their palm to his lips.

"I'll always be here for you baby~" He murmured as he kissed their hand. It earned a bright giggle from Lily whose cheeks flushed a bright pink. All their dumb flirts always managed to land perfectly with his lover. Forever the ego boost.

"You're so sweet love!~" They cooed, pulling him close and peppering kisses across his cheeks. Malik scrunched his nose as he glanced into the rear view mirror. Those two were a really cute albeit extremely dorky couple.

"Groooooooooossssssss. Keep it PG while I'm driving there is no partition please here." He shot back at a giggling Lily and a bright red Gavin. The blue-haired half of the couple couldn't help but melt in their lovers hands. If they were in a cartoon, little hearts would be floating around his head as he wrapped his arms loosely around Lilith's waist.

"I know I know~ I just can't help it they're so cuuuuuteeee~" The succubus cooed again, biting their lip as they rested their cheek on Gavin's shoulder. The succubus felt extremely secure in the relationship, knowing that Gavin had fallen for them and not their species. It felt... Comfortable.

"Maaaaaaannn why you gotta block me from getting attention? I wanna be spoiled..." He whined softly, earning a giggle from Lily who pressed a few kisses to their jaw. It seemed to appease them for a little bit as his arms tugged them closer.

"You two aren't allowed in my car until I install a divider anymore. Ya nasties." He grinned, slowing down to pull into the parking lot of the cafe. The group had agreed to meet there since it was around noon when they agreed to meet up. A lot of the guys were getting out of class or just were hungry.

"Fine fiiiiiinnneee, I'll be good." The succubus replied, lacing their fingers with Gavin's. As the car shifted into park, Malik saw that the guys were already inside ordering food.

"Man they're starting without us!" Malik huffs, turning to look at the two in the back. "Okay shortstack, how do you want to do this?"

The raven-haired enby thought for a few moments before explaining how they wanted to be introduced. Gavin felt a little nervous and excited at the prospect of finally introducing a partner to his friends.

The three got out of the vehicle and headed inside, Lily tagging a little bit behind Gavin.

"Hey! You guys are early."

"Yeaaaahhh when you said there was a big announcement we figured we'd want to be here. Seems important."

"Well it is kind of a huge milestone for cringe-fest." Malik chuckled, earning a few laughs from the other guys.

"What did they convince someone to hold their hand?" One of the dudes retorted, earning a few more chuckles as Gavin just sat grinning. Even if his cheeks were growing a little pink.

"No no, way bigger than that." He paused for dramatic effect and then proudly put his hands on his hips, "I'm dating someone... And you all lost the bet!"

The group blinked for a second before Lily stepped out from behind Gavin and waved, sliding their hand back into his and leaning against him.

"Hi... You can call me Lily, I use they/them pronouns before you say anything." They said, feeling all the eyes land on them and their cheeks turn a soft pink. Gavin slipped their arm around Lilith's waist and rubbed their hip with his thumb.

All the dudes were staring hard before they all looked at each other, then began laughing.

"No way dude, you paid them. How much did he bribe you???"

"Gavin that's a GREAT prank but we know you, you've never pulled before let alone gotten close to winning that bet."

"Poor dude... You really had me going there for a second."

Gavin looked smug for a moment before he could feel his face getting redder. It was sort of embarrassing but he knew it was all light-hearted. Although, before he could say anything in retort, Lilith did.

"Mmmmm I love the enthusiasm but do you really think that lowly of Hyeon?" They ask, tilting their head a bit with a soft smile. "I personally think the only way he bribed me was with the cute way they flirted. I even got free snacks. If that counts as a bribe."

They watched Lily for a few seconds before squinting.

"You paid a lot of money for this good of acting didn't you, Gavin?" One of them said with a chuckle.

"Mmmmm not acting, I do really like him. We met at the camp, Gavin shot his shot... It landed well with me... Here we are!" They beamed, earning a few more confused looks before Malik piped up.

"Yeah no I'm being serious those two are actually dating. It's not a joke." Once he said that, the guys looked almost as though they had loading symbols above their heads.

...

"OH SHIT!" They all said in unison, jumping up with bright smiles on their faces.

"For real?!"

"For real for real." Gavin said, a wide smile plastered on his cheeks. Suddenly the two were swarmed by their friends, the guys flooding Lily and Gavin with questions. Gavin's back hurt from all the patting and praise he ended up getting.

"Never thought I'd see the day!!! Our baby boy has finally grown up!"

"And with a damn bombshell too, good catch Gav!"

"Right? Like woah, maybe I need to borrow some of those pick up lines!"

"Haha, hell yeah. I'll tell you guys my favorite go-to lines." His smile was bright as ever as he kept Lily snugly against his side. "Told you it'd work eventually!"

"I'm so proud of them." Malik grinned, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "So proud."

"Oh, don't forget... Y'all lost the betting pool to Hyeon." Lily grinned, earning a slow blink from the guys before they all groaned and laughed, some slamming their hands and heads on nearby tables. Others falling to their knees dramatically.

"DAMNIT!"

"Yeaaaahhh... We lost."

[womansfire]

internal headcanon ,  self ( one . ) subject :  the concept of beauty / how mia weaponizes her beauty + visual references .

intro :  the concept of beauty is archaic and stereotypical in the way that the patriarchal society views women .   this is why when we look at mia's physical attributes ,   we can say she's beautiful —   and she is .   but not in the way that is considered standardized .   when we talk about mia and her beauty ,   we must keep in mind that it isn't just physical   (   never has ,   never will be .   )  she's beautiful in the way she expresses herself ,   or in the way that she exudes her energy .   how she walks through this world with an ethereal grace at times ...   though of course you wouldn't expect that from her .   but most importantly ,   she is beautiful in an unsettling way ,   that makes her very intimidating . 

concept of beauty .   something i've always wanted to talk about was the concept of mia's beauty —   and how i view it .   she is far more than just the standard beauty ,   and we can thank her genetics for having hand in it .   we know for certain that mia is absolutely beautiful .   she's beautiful in the way she moves ,   how she speaks or gestures with her hands .   she's passionate and honest and can be very captivating and even pull attention very easily .   as i said above though ,   she is beautiful in an unsettling way .   it's not an ethereal beauty   (   i don't think mia is graceful enough for that .   )   it's something that can't properly be described because you cannot easily define her .   there's just something about her that makes you feel uneasy or intimidated .   i do believe that's something that she cultivates very willingly ,   which ultimately brings me to my next topic .

weaponizing beauty :   there are many ways in which mia uses her beauty to benefit herself or her work .   the art of seduction is a tool that she uses plenty of times ,   though when she see's it could make her life a lot easier .   while she doesn't always rely on her looks to get her far ,   it is helpful   (   and this manipulation could be done maliciously or innocently ....   depending on the situation and person of course .   )   

the point of all of this is :   mia knows she's beautiful .   while she appreciates the compliments —   the woman is humble .   she doesn't need to say it ,   there is no air of arrogance .   she simply is .   put her next to any renaissance muse ,   you can find the similarities .   the only difference of course is the hair color .   i do enjoy the thought of her always existing to be someone's muse .   hell ...   even she likes the idea .

facial features .   mia's physical features are proportional and symmetrical .   the very first things you notice about her is her full lips .   her square facial shape which shows a well - defined jawline and a common roman nose   (   reference .   )   her high cheek bones sit just below her eyes ,   and her eyes are magnetic —   normal and shaped like a cat's .   the color of her iris' are dominantly light brown /   hazel ...   with flecks of gold and are often mistaken for an amber color .   since 2013 i've used angelina jolie as my main faceclaim ,   and i think her features are close to what i envision on mia .   nothing is perfect of course ,   but time and time again i've heard from may different people that when they see angie ,   they see mia .   so in a way that's a win .  

 a small detail about her is that her eyebrows are long ,   sculpted and full .   which she get's from her father and are also very expressive .   mia's complexion is smooth with little blemishes ,   though that isn't to say that she hasn't gotten acne   (   which i can confidently say she has had her fair share of unsightly blemishes in her youth .   )

her lips tend to get chapped very easily ,   which is why she makes sure to wear chap stick a lot ,   and adds a lip scrub to her daily skincare routine .   her ears are pierced in both ears —   three in her earlobes ,   orbital conch on her left ear and a helix piercing on her right .   

body features .  mia's measurements :   (   full cup size   )   bust ,   38C / waist ,   24" / hips ,   38" .   she is a full figured woman with an hourglass shape .   her muscle is concentrated in her arms ,   legs ,   back and clutes   (   she's an avid rock climber so ,   you know she's on the leaner side that built like someone who is weight lifting .   )   her body overall is pretty sculpted due to being toned .  

her skin can easily be tanned .   she does burn but it fades into a tan pretty quickly .   she's also known to having plenty of tattoos which are mostly covering her upper body .   some of her scars on her body are pretty visible ,   though i'll have to make a separate post on that to detail them appropriately .   she's also got two nipple piercings ,   one on both .

mia's hair is probably one of my favorite things to talk about ,   because it's so beautiful and untamed .   her hair is sort of attached to her personality ,   where as mia is both gorgeous and wild .   the hair matches the woman .   

it's full and has volume .

it's wavy / curly ,   sort of like it has not been properly brushed in a while   (   though it has .   )

it's grown out so much and it's near the middle of her back at this point .

it's safe to say that mia takes care of her hair ,   despite it not looking as such .   she nourishes it ,   brushes it almost daily and always smells of gisou hair oil / hair perfume .   here are some examples of what mia's hair looks like .   

grooming .   like her skincare routine ,   mia manages the grooming of her body pretty well .   keeping everything trimmed and clean   (   when it pertains to her public hair and arm pit hair of course .  

extra bits :   though this is nothing genetically given to her ,   mia has a couple of piercings and few tattoos .   not to mention her body is laden with scars that are either faded or pronounced ,   different colors and shapes   [ etc ]   this will be under a different post that i will make in the future and use as a real reference to .

[thefixeraa]

headcanon ,   one . subject :   the concept of beauty ,   how it's weaponized   +   visual references .

intro .   he concept of beauty is archaic and stereotypical in the way that the patriarchal society views women .   this is why when we look at mia's physical attributes ,   we can say she's beautiful —   and she is .   but not in the way that is considered standardized .   when we talk about mia and her beauty ,   we must keep in mind that it isn't just physical   (   never has ,   never will be .   )  she's beautiful in the way she expresses herself ,   or in the way that she exudes her energy .   how she walks through this world with an ethereal grace at times ...   though of course you wouldn't expect that from her .   but most importantly ,   she is beautiful in an unsettling way ,   that makes her very intimidating . 

concept of beauty .   something i've always wanted to talk about was the concept of mia's beauty —   and how i view it .   she is far more than just the standard beauty ,   and we can thank her genetics for having hand in it .   we know for certain that mia is absolutely beautiful .   she's beautiful in the way she moves ,   how she speaks or gestures with her hands .   she's passionate and honest and can be very captivating and even pull attention very easily .   as i said above though ,   she is beautiful in an unsettling way .   it's not an ethereal beauty   (   i don't think mia is graceful enough for that .   )   it's something that can't properly be described because you cannot easily define her .   there's just something about her that makes you feel uneasy or intimidated .   i do believe that's something that she cultivates very willingly ,   which ultimately brings me to my next topic .

weaponizing beauty .   there are many ways in which mia uses her beauty to benefit herself or her work .   the art of seduction is a tool that she uses plenty of times ,   though when she see's it could make her life a lot easier .   while she doesn't always rely on her looks to get her far ,   it is helpful   (   and this manipulation could be done maliciously or innocently ....   depending on the situation and person of course .   )   

the point of all of this is :   mia knows she's beautiful .   while she appreciates the compliments —   the woman is humble .   she doesn't need to say it ,   there is no air of arrogance .   she simply is .   put her next to any renaissance muse ,   you can find the similarities .   the only difference of course is the hair color .   i do enjoy the thought of her always existing to be someone's muse .   hell ...   even she likes the idea .

facial features .   mia's physical features are proportional and symmetrical .   the very first things you notice about her is her full lips .   her square facial shape which shows a well - defined jawline and a common roman nose   (   reference .   )   her high cheek bones sit just below her eyes ,   and her eyes are magnetic —   normal and shaped like a cat's .   the color of her iris' are dominantly light brown /   hazel ...   with flecks of gold and are often mistaken for an amber color .   since 2013 i've used angelina jolie as my main faceclaim ,   and i think her features are close to what i envision on mia .   nothing is perfect of course ,   but time and time again i've heard from may different people that when they see angie ,   they see mia .   so in a way that's a win .  

 a small detail about her is that her eyebrows are long ,   sculpted and full .   which she get's from her father and are also very expressive .   mia's complexion is smooth with little blemishes ,   though that isn't to say that she hasn't gotten acne   (   which i can confidently say she has had her fair share of unsightly blemishes in her youth .   )

her lips tend to get chapped very easily ,   which is why she makes sure to wear chap stick a lot ,   and adds a lip scrub to her daily skincare routine .   her ears are pierced in both ears —   three in her earlobes ,   orbital conch on her left ear and a helix piercing on her right .   

body features .   mia's measurements :   (   full cup size   )   bust ,   38C / waist ,   24" / hips ,   38" .   she is a full figured woman with an hourglass shape .   her muscle is concentrated in her arms ,   legs ,   back and clutes   (   she's an avid rock climber so ,   you know she's on the leaner side that built like someone who is weight lifting .   )   her body overall is pretty sculpted due to being toned .   

her skin can easily be tanned .  ��she does burn but it fades into a tan pretty quickly .   she's also known to having plenty of tattoos which are mostly covering her upper body .   some of her scars on her body are pretty visible ,   though i'll have to make a separate post on that to detail them appropriately .   she's also got two nipple piercings ,   one on both .

mia's hair is probably one of my favorite things to talk about ,   because it's so beautiful and untamed .   her hair is sort of attached to her personality ,   where as mia is both gorgeous and wild .   the hair matches the woman .   

it's full and has volume .

it's wavy / curly ,   sort of like it has not been properly brushed in a while   (   though it has .   )

it's grown out so much and it's near the middle of her back at this point .

it's safe to say that mia takes care of her hair ,   despite it not looking as such .   she nourishes it ,   brushes it almost daily and always smells of gisou hair oil / hair perfume .   here are some examples of what mia's hair looks like .   

grooming .   like her skincare routine ,   mia manages the grooming of her body pretty well .   keeping everything trimmed and clean   (   when it pertains to her public hair and arm pit hair of course .   

[brooklynislandgirl]

The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

One common one is despite the fact that she'd rather chew broken glass than say the L word to someone, that she doesn't want to hear it said by the right person. She might believe that hearing it starts some cosmic timer that means the person saying it will find a way to leave her afterwards, but she is a soft soul who wants to mean something to someone. A lot of people think that Beth has brown eyes, and that's not wholly true. They are technically considered hetero-chromatic, being that they are actually mostly green with splotches of amber brown to them.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON Beth does NOT have a speech impediment as such. She is capable of speaking "Perfect" {American} English, but to do so requires her to deliberately slow down, consider each and every syllable, and she finds it stressful. She finds it easier to lean on pidgin, to varying degrees of 'thickness' depending on her emotions. Beth's problem with audio-processing disorder has been mistaken for her being partially deaf all of her life. Some words are difficult especially when they contain th digraphs. She is bedevilled by homophones. Sometimes, when it seems she isn't paying attention, it's legitimately that she didn't hear something or is trying to work out what parts of speech she did hear.

A USELESS HEADCANON

That Beth really wants to be as snarky as her brother, possibly even worse. But before she can get the words out, she realises it's unkind and hurtful and therefore not pono.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

Beth cannot stand to even be in the same room with peanut butter, and the smell alone is enough to make her sick to her stomach. Talking about shark-fining, or constantly making them the subject of horror stories/monster movies or written works is enough to send her on a rant if not provoking her to actual violence.

Treating children, animals, the elderly or the homeless with any kind of abuse will provoke her to actual violence, as well.

~*~ The only serious issue I have is CSA and physical abuse. I won't write it with any of my characters. I won't entertain it as a plot point without it being shown to be the most terrible sort of crime, and without the perpetrator coming to a justly deserved end.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

I absolutely love the true innocence and joy Beth harbours in her soul, the fact that she is capable of holding onto so much hope despite some of the really terrible things she experiences in various stories/verses/threads. But also, she's an extremely silly goose sometimes. I think Habitual Linecrosser said it best when he said "how can you be sooooo gullible and yet sooooo dangerous?!"

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

Yes, Beth can be your biggest cheerleader, she will love and support you even if you're literally a monster, a murderer, a deeply imbalanced person or creature. She is a bit of a doormat more often than not, but that doesn't mean she and I will allow anyone to treat her like a joke. If you're only going to write with us because you want one of my other muses, or when you have no one else to write with, then...jog on, this blog isn't for you.

tagged: @kit-just-kit {{Mahalo Darling!}}

tagging: everyone! {{I wanna know!}}

[valyalyon]

November 19, 2024

Back to 2024! Raphael and Dolores are living together and dating. This post will not contain any sex, but I encourage you to read it especially if you love Raphael. Enjoy, enjoy!

DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

That morning, Raphael had planned a hike up North Mountain National Trail. Ever since the 7th, I had been extremely against leaving Theo with anyone else…

CW: Explicit language.

…The idea of me not being there to care for and protect him had me stressed since that day, so on that morning, Raphael surprised me with a baby back carrier for hikes.

Over the last few days, Raphael and I had only gotten stronger. It was so weird to me. We weren’t having sex but he was still so happy, he wasn’t running away to find anyone else, and he was always there for me and Theo.

By this point, we had been dating for two weeks. And, yes, of course I sat around on websites checking our Astrological Birth Chart compatibilities to determine if we were going to keep having a stable relationship.

That might be stupid to any number of people, but I’ve lived enough life examining charts and accepting people with low compatibility into my life. While I always put my best foot forward to keep adapting to the person, something always breaks.

It didn’t feel the same with Raphael, and sure enough that was because most of our planets were pretty compatible. Our Suns and Moons were compatible, meaning we’d be able to easier communicate with one another and so far that had proven right.

Our Venus and Mars were also compatible, meaning we’d be able to maintain a healthy sexual relationship and a strong romantic attraction for one another.

It took us about 35 minutes at a moderate pace to make it to the peak of the mountain. While up there, I took Theo out of his carrier and held him in my arms to look at everything. Raphael had carried him up the mountain, and was setting his bag and the carrier down on a rock.

Raphael came over to us and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his chest while I held Theo in my arms.

He squeezed me for a second, and I could feel a slight shaking in his breath. It was really slight. That was the thing about Raphael, he tried to always seem scary and ready, but that moment there was worry, there was anxiety.

I didn’t know why, I didn’t even really notice it at the time, just remembered it after the fact.

We had gotten there very early in the morning, so early that as we stood there, we began to see the sunrise turning the landscapes of Phoenix into a red hue. It was so beautiful.

The best part? We were all alone, the three of us experiencing this together.

I felt Raphael’s arms let go of me, I thought he was getting a picture. There was silence for a second, and suddenly my heart began to race. My world felt like it was on fire all of a sudden, the heat from the sun felt hotter than I’d ever felt it this early in the morning in a Scorpio season in the Sonora desert.

I let out a breath, it shook so much, I began trembling. I held Theo tight to my chest, and he tossed his head behind him and I to Raphael.

“Mama,” Theo giggled loudly and pointed behind us to Raphael.

I watched the sunrise for just a half second longer, and turned around to find Raphael. He was down on one knee behind me, a white box in his hand. His dark brown eyes stared up into my golden ones, he opened his mouth to speak.

I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat, ’til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.

“I know that you want to tell me it’s too quick… I know that you might not think we’re ready. But, I want you to remember June of 2022, in the Planetarium. I saw you, standing there in that dress. You were so happy. You gave me your hand, we locked eyes for the first time. For the first time, Lola…”

He breathed, and I saw how heavy it weighed on him. I could tell he wanted to propose, to marry me, but he really thought I was about to reject him, and he was trying not to drop his confidence.

There was something so fucking endearing about that moment.

He held his head high, keeping my eye, and continuing, opening the box, “This is the ring I bought after we went to the Planetarium. I didn’t know how, or if it would happen at all, but I knew when I saw you that day that I had to marry you.”

The ring was a beautiful custom made moissanite 2ct ring, it was real gold, and the details were thin and intricate.

“I know you have a lot to recover from, that there’s a lot that has hurt you in the past, but I want to be there for you and for Theo. Let me find purpose in being your lifeline, your home, from now until forever. Dolores, Lola, my Doll. I love you, no matter what decision you make. Dolores, will you please marry me?”

I held Theo in my arms that whole time, and when he asked the question, I exploded into tears.

Raphael moved quickly to hug me, but I caught his arms, nodding my head through the sobs, “yes.”

“Give me your hand, and come here,” he said, pulling me close to his chest where I hid my face from Theo.

When I pulled my face away, my eyes were bigger, redder and puffier, but I was so happy. Raphael took my hand and put the ring on my ring finger. He kissed my hand and then my lips.

Theo had been hugging me through all the tears. He was always such a sweet kid, and always did his best to be supportive. Finally, as Raphael wiped the remaining tears off my face, Theo began to look at me and ask, “mama?”

In his little face he was looking for clarification that his mom was okay, my heart melted, and I kissed his head. “Mama is super happy, Theo.”

I smiled and made a funny face for him, and soon the realization settled in that his mom was okay, and he started to laugh and be happy again.

“You believe in the star stuff, and you keep saying that we’re all fire signs. I’m an Aries, you and Theo are Leo’s. I googled it and the third season is Sagittarius. Let’s get married by December 18.”

“I love you, too, Raphael,” I said, remembering his earlier statement, and doubling down, “December 18 it is then.”

SONG REFERENCE Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan