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...and maybe it's not love... | oscar piastri

note: here's part 2 <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser

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youruser: what can i say? i'm a busy gal

user: bae... are you soft launching someone or is this just logan again? -> logansargeant: it's not me -> user: LOGAN MY GLORIOUS AMERICAN KING! WHO IS THIS??

user: why are the f1 boys here?? -> user: bcz she took a picture with oscar and i guess they're all friends now -> user: and it's only lando. quite overreacting

yourmomsig: too busy for family dinner -> youruser: ma if it was only our family i'd have been there. i just wasn't in the mood to deal with aunt griselda -> logansargeant: yeah thanks for that, i had to take ur place -> youruser: love you logie

logansargeant: you know you idiots are so cute it almost makes up for making me have dinner with aunt griselda -> user: stop he calls her aunt, 'aunt' - those two are siblings your honors -> youruser: i already told you i love you... what more do you want?

user: GIRL ARE YOU BACK WITH YOUR EX? -> youruser: ew no

user: come home the kids miss you

user: bae who is this man you're taking pics with? do i have to be jealous? -> youruser: nah we're just friends -> user: YOU MEAN YOU'RE FREAKING US ALL OUT TO TELL US THE MAN DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT OFFICIAL YET?? -> youruser: i'm actually crying at this comment this is the funniest fucking thing i've ever read- -> oscarpiastri: she has literal tears streaming down her face -> user: ARIANA? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

oscarpiastri: too busy of a gal to answer your texts? -> youruser: depends on who it is -> user: guys stop logan's besties are becoming besties- i love this!

youruser

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youruser: signin' out

oscarpiastri: photo creds? -> youruser: no -> user: wait... oscar was at the graduation??????? -> user: i don't think so... he took the first and/or third picture and neither of them are at the ceremony itself. i think he was just invited to the party -> user: quit crushing my dreams girl

logansargeant: proud of you 🤍 -> youruser: love you logie 🤍

landonorris: just in time for hot girl summer -> youruser: 🤪🤪

user: wait i thought she already graduated -> user: this is her law school graduation i think -> user: isn't she like 23?? how?? -> youruser: max course loads + studying during summers! wasn't fun, but i'm FREEEEE

user: girlBOSS

y/bffsuser: i love you !! so so proud -> youruser: i adore you 😘

yourmomsig: love you sweetie, i'm so proud of you -> youruser: love you more ma

user: wait where's the 'friend' she was soft launching a while back -> youruser: we're still going good, trust -> user: lowkey think it's oscar

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youruser: fun night with fun people

tagged: y/bffsuser, oscarpiastri, logansargeant, friend2, friend3, friend4

oscarpiastri: probably the closest i'll be to graduating -> youruser: it's why i graduated twice, once for me, once for you

y/bffsuser: girl my face was not nice in that last pic -> youruser: puhleasee you look hot

logansargeant: i feel like there's someone you need to thank for all of this -> youruser: uhhhh god? -> logansargeant: girlllllll -> youruser: ugh thank you logan hunter sargeant, the greatest american to have ever lived

f1gossip

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f1gossip: sources say that oscar piastri was in fort lauderdale between the canadian and brazilian gp. he was most likely there for y/n y/ln's graduation, but we cannot confirm if he attended the ceremony or only the party afterwards. the two know each other through their best friend logan sargeant, and we can confirm that they've only become friends during the miami gp, which is around the same time y/n began soft launching someone she calls a 'friend'

many think her and oscar piastri have started or are starting a relationship, and the belief has been cemented by him attending her graduation party. these pictures look like oscar and y/n going out for dinner with her friends, holding hands at one point, and then hanging out at oscar's hotel afterwards. we cannot confirm or deny that any of these pictures are in fact oscar and y/n as they aren't clear, but they do look similar to them.

for more information on y/n y/ln, check out the link in our bio

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user: i ship them

user: bro who even is she??

user: how much y'all wanna bet she's not even really friends with logan?

user: that doesn't even look like oscar, y'all wilding

user: maybe he's just there to support a friend (in denial)

user: she doesn't look good

user: i don't like them together

user: oscar's too good for her

user: y'all hella interested in people who don't give a shit about you

youruser: wow my very own post on f1gossip- mom look i made it -> yourmomsig: congrats baby -> user: HER MOM ACTUALLY COMMENTED LMAOOOOO -> user: i changed my mind i stan her -> user: guys i really hope she's with oscar -> user: i don't think she is �� otherwise she'd probably ignore this post

user: y'all as much as i love them, i doubt they're together- most wags ignore these posts and this chick's out here commenting and calling her mom 💀

Y/N STARED AT THE MCLAREN CAP, unsure if she should wear it. It shouldn't mean anything to the public, just her showing support to one of her new friends. Because to them, that's all Oscar really was. Her friend.

They didn't know about the constant texts, the late night face times, the movie dates while across an ocean from each other. They didn't know about the way her heart would race whenever she saw his text, how he'd make her giggly and blush just by calling her a cute little nickname. They knew nothing.

Besides, she was wearing a Williams Racing shirt in support of Logan. Why should a simple McLaren cap - not even fully papaya colored - mean anything to the public?

"Oh my God, just put the cap on," Logan groaned, making way over and putting it on her head for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, fixing the cap so it didn't ruin her hair.

"Shut up," she muttered. "I'm just nervous."

"You have no need to be," Logan promised her. "Oscar's going to lose his mind when he sees you in person, turn into a stuttering, stumbling mess, and you're going to be so touched by his awkwardness that you're going fall in love. All in all, it's a win-win situation."

"I don't like you," Y/N rolled her eyes, following Logan out of the hotel and in the car. She had arrived in England a few days ago, but kept a low profile. She missed the first two practices, before deciding to arrive on track for FP3 and quali. She'd also make her way over for the race tomorrow.

The two best friends shared TikToks and reels with each other during the short drive, making their way out of the car and towards the paddock once they arrived. Y/N tried to keep her hands at her sides, away from the McLaren cap on her head. No need to make it obvious. Cameras flashed and recorded videos as her and Logan walked down, making her incredibly nervous.

She felt hot, really hot. And... was she sweating? She resisted the urge to smell.

"You're fine," Logan promised, sensing her inner anxiety. "Nobody's focusing on your cap, they take videos of all the drivers arriving at track. Stop spiraling."

Y/N blinked back to the present at Logan's words, realizing that she was indeed falling into a spiral. It was all going to be okay. Logan was going to be there no matter what.

"Thanks Logie," she smiled. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I know," he nodded to himself.

She rolled her eyes, swatting him in the arm. Arriving outside the Williams' garage, she waved at Alex Albon.

"Hey, Y/N," he jogged over from inside. "How are you? Logan never even told me you're coming."

"I'm great Alex, thanks," she grinned. "And it was a bit of a surprise. I didn't want people to know I was coming here today. I have a job interview in a few days, so I decided why not come early and watch the GP in person."

"Good decision," he laughed. He looked at her cap, "Are you heading inside or heading to McLaren?"

"Uh... I think I'll head over to McLaren," she decided. "I don't want news of my arrival reaching Oscar before I get to surprise him."

Alex raised his brows, before fixing his expression, "Right, you guys finally met at Miami. I take it you became friends, right?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, trying not to let her heart eyes show. "I probably should've taken Logan's offer to meet his racing friends years ago. Most of them are pretty cool."

"I hope I'm one of them," Alex joked.

"You're at the top of the list," she winked. "Anyways, I'll catch you guys later on. Don't leave without me Logan."

"Same goes to you," he waved.

Y/N flipped him off, turning to make her way to McLaren garage. She could hear Logan's laughter behind her, making her smile to herself. Who knew when the last time he genuinely laughed on a race weekend even was?

Over the last few months, she'd seen lots of clips of Oscar and Logan hanging out together - more than usual - and usually joining them was Lando. It seemed that the Brit was interested in becoming friends with Logan after Miami, which honestly made her happy.

She arrived outside the McLaren garage, debating if she should head in or wait outside, or maybe just head back to Williams.

Before she could make up her mind, she heard someone make a surprised little noise.

"Y/N?" Lando asked, exiting the garage once he saw her. "You're here? Oscar that little brat, he never even told me you're going to visit."

"That's because he doesn't know," Y/N laughed. "It's a surprise. I kind of insinuated that I wouldn't be able to watch the race at all, but... well, I'm here!"

"Ugh you two are just so absolutely adorable," Lando sighed, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll take you to him. He said he's going to talk to his dad, I think."

"His dad's here?" She asked, stopping in her tracks. "Why did no one tell me his dad was going to be here?"

"Quit freaking out," Lando rolled his eyes. "His real dad's not here, I don't think."

"Then who is he — Charles?" Y/N asked. "They're still doing that little bit from Monaco."

Lando pointed to where Oscar was, indeed talking with someone in Ferrari gear. Y/N stood on her tiptoes, recognizing Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend, in the middle of some conversation with Oscar. Leo slept soundly in Alexandra's arms.

"Let's wait for them to finish their conversation," Y/N suggested, feeling bad for coming up to them while they were talking.

"Nope," Lando shook his head, leading her across and closer to Oscar.

"Lando, no, no, no, Lando, I will throw you under one of the cars, no, Lando—"

"Quick, laugh like I said something funny," Lando whispered.

Y/N was so surprised by his request, that she stopped trying to plot his murder.

"Laugh, woman!" Lando muttered.

"Oh, right," Y/N responded.

Trying her best to seem somewhat genuine, she thought of that time Oscar texted her because he walked into a pole. Which made her laugh so hard, she walked into a door.

She giggled at the memory, laughing as the duo approached the others.

Lando, seeing Oscar's head whip over immediately at the sound of her laughter, began giggling too. The two had to stop a few steps away from Oscar, Charles and Alexandra because of how hard they were laughing.

"Did you see— the way he—" Lando couldn't get a sentence out without bursting into another round of laughter.

"Lando, get your shit together," Y/N wiped her eyes, straightening up.

Charles and Alex raised their eyebrows, entirely confused by what was happening a few steps away from them, while Oscar stared at Y/N like she was a mound of gold.

"Okay, okay— never mind, I can't do it," Lando fell into another round of laughter every time he remembered how quickly Oscar looked at her.

"Oh my God," Y/N muttered, sending an apologetic smile towards the trio near them.

She grabbed Lando's arm and dragged him the final few steps, smiling at the small group.

"I'm so sorry about that," she apologized. "Lando here doesn't know how to behave."

At this point, Lando's laughter, which was finally beginning to stop, starting up all over again.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm so sorry," Lando got out. "I'm not laughing at you guys, I promise. I'm laughing at Osc."

"What did I do?" Oscar asked, finally snapping out of whatever trance he'd gone in after hearing Y/N's laughter.

At his question, Lando's laughter came back, this time high pitched and bringing on some tears.

Y/N leaned closer to Oscar, whispering, "Is this normal?"

"Just ignore him," he responded, hoping she couldn't hear his heart beating all over his body. "It'll stop eventually."

"If it doesn't it'll give the rest of us an edge in the race," Charles offered.

"Right, uh Charles, Alexandra, this is Y/N," Oscar introduced them, the group now choosing to ignore Lando as he sat on the floor and laughed some more. "She's uh, a friend of mine, and also Logan's best friend. She usually only comes to Miami, but apparently is here today."

"Surprise!" She grinned.

Oscar smiled, the feeling of her happiness radiating towards him. Maybe he liked surprises a lot more than he realized.

"Logan, uh..."

"Sargeant," Lando supplied to Charles from his spot on the floor, wiping his eyes to clear up some tears. "The one who drives for Williams."

Y/N's smile dipped slightly at the reminder that Charles was another driver who wasn't quite close with Logan. But she brought the smile back immediately, doing her best to be nice.

In fact, it was only because Oscar had his eyes on Y/N the entire time that he noticed the small dip. He didn't know just what it was about, but he remembered her make the same expression when she first met Lando.

"Right, yeah," Charles nodded. "I just wanted to make sure I had the right one. It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Charles, and this is my girlfriend Alex."

"Nice to meet you guys," she smiled again, and it was as if nothing was wrong. She cooed at Leo asleep in Alex's arms, "Aw, cute dog. I've been more of a cat person my whole life, but I love puppies."

"His name's Leo," Alex introduced the dog.

"Oh, he's adorable," she grinned.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N," Charles nodded in her direction. "We've got to go now, but hopefully we'll see you later on. Bye Lando, bye son."

"Bye dad," Oscar laughed.

"Bye," Lando waved at them.

Once they were gone, Y/N looked back at Oscar, only to see him already looking at her.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hey," he breathed out.

"Oi, you two are being too lovey dovey in front of the cameras," Lando warned them. "Go to the motorhome or something."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but he wasn't wrong. There were much more cameras around McLaren than Williams, and people would be dissecting Y/N and Oscar's every move. Considering they weren't even dating, she wanted to keep the secret for a little while longer.

"Right, uh... you wanna come along, Y/N?" Oscar asked her.

"Sure, I'm not due back at Williams until the end of the day," she shrugged. "I got to return my paddock pass then. Coming, Lando?"

"No thank you," he shook his head. "I like my spot on the floor, and I'd rather not accidentally be a cockblock."

"Lando, we're not going to have sex in Oscar's motorhome," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"We're not?" Oscar asked, a joking glint in his eyes.

"Take me out on a date first, then we'll see," she responded in the same tone, turning towards the motorhome and making her way there.

"Hey, I already asked," he reminded her, catching up. "It's up to you to decide when you're cashing in the rain check."

Y/N tilted her head at him, a small smile making its way to her face. "Tell you what, you win the race tomorrow, I'll go on a date with you the next day."

Oscar smirked, "Well, I have to win the race now."

"Nice to know where your motivation factor lies."

The two arrived outside the room, and Oscar opened the door for her.

"What a gentleman," Y/N grinned to herself, entering the small space.

She took a seat on the bed, while Oscar sat in the chair by the desk.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked once it was just the two of them, no cameras, no Lando, no one else.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, there's something bothering you," Oscar noted. "Or it did bother you at one point. When you were talking to Charles and Alex, you frowned at the start of the conversation. Right after I'd introduced you to them. Like, as if you were upset by something they said or did, I don't know."

Y/N frowned again at the reminder of that interaction, before shaking her head quickly to clear her thoughts.

"Nothing, I mean... like it's not a big deal," she tried to explain. "It's just this weird thing about me."

"You know you can trust me with anything, right?"

"I know, Oscar," she sighed. "It's just... it's complicated, I guess."

"If you want to talk about it, I've got time," he responded.

Y/N stared at him, remembering how she thought she hated him just a few months ago. She saw him as an egotistic prick, who'd left her best friend in the dust after stealing him from her. And here he was now... telling her he'd listen to her if she wanted him to.

"I didn't like you for a long time," she confessed.

At Oscar's hurt look, she continued quickly.

"Wait, no, that didn't come out the way I wanted," she closed her eyes. "I mean, like when we were kids, a long, long time ago. Because, for our entire lives, it'd been Logan and I. We did everything together, always. And then he got serious with racing, and he made other friends. Which was fine by me, because I'd always been his best friend. The only one who managed to come close to my position in Logan's eyes, was you. You were the one who'd managed to be one of his closest friends, because of racing, and you were the one who was closest to taking my place. And... well I was jealous. Which was why I often ran away after Logan's races, never stopped to meet you or talk with you, or any of the other drivers.

"And, you know, the years passed, and Logan and I remained close, and the jealousy faded, but then, I don't know. I guess I was embarrassed to talk to you, because I'd been jealous for so long. And then you both went into F1, and I told myself I'd be happy for both of you... but I wasn't, really. You just— I mean, you came into F1, and the love for you was immediate. The fans, your team, the other drivers. They all loved you, and they wanted to talk to you. And Logan... Logan got stuck with a shitty car and a shitty team, and none of the drivers even wanted to talk to him."

She took a deep breath, continuing, "and I know it's not your fault, but I love Logan, okay? Like I'd quite literally give up my life for him, and seeing him constantly in a place where he wasn't being treated fairly, where he wasn't happy.... it hurts. He's here because he loves racing, but every time people talk shit about him or act like he didn't put in so much work to be here, it makes me upset. I was... I don't know, envious of you on behalf of Logan, if that makes sense. And so I kind of ignored you during F1 as well. But then I began talking to you, and that first time I heard you speak, stumbling over your words, I think that's when I realized you were human. Just like Logan. You didn't choose it to be this way and you can't help it. And you know, a lot of times I can forget most of the people out there have never acknowledged Logan, because he's asked me to forget it so many times, but then they remind me that they haven't... and it hurts, Oscar. It hurts to see that. So you know, I'm sorry for judging you before ever even meeting you. That was stupid of me."

Oscar stared at her for a moment, feeling sick at her words. He'd never had someone who he was that close with, not outside of his family. He couldn't even imagine what went through her head every time she saw him, or the other drivers. He didn't blame her for her feelings, she had every right to hate anyone out there.

"Oscar?" she began hesitantly. "Are you... are you alright?"

He got up from his chair, standing in front of her and pulling her close. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, melting into his hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry that I let it happen."

"Oscar, it's not your fault," she said, her voice muffled by his embrace. "I realize that now, and it's something Logan's always known. He's never blamed you, I don't either. It's just the way life works."

"It's not great," Oscar commented.

"Nah, not really," she agreed. "But it won't stay like this forever."

She wouldn't let it.

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f1: and it's the FIRST career GRAND PRIX WIN for oscar piastri! a daring move by the aussie in the final laps of the race put him ahead of max verstappen and as the leader of the race, where he led quite comfortably to the checkered flag

mclaren: that's our guy!!

user: OSCARRRRR GO OFF

user: LOGAN IN POINTS SOMEONE TALK ABOUT LOGAN IN POINTS -> user: your honor they're boyfriends

youruser: wow a race winner -> oscarpiastri: it was nothing

user: OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR

user: someone check on y/n -> user: ???? -> user: well her and oscar might be dating no one knows. but she's besties with logan, and one of them won and the other's in points so she might be celebrating

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: winning the race ➡️ winning in life

user: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!! WHO IS THIS???

user: mans just dropped a whole bomb and left

user: boy isn't responding to ANYONE -> user: he said 'look at my girl' and then dipped

user: y'all that's y/n i'm calling it -> user: no she looks too tall in the second pic -> user: i think she's wearing heels

user: oscar get your ass back on this app and answer the peoples' questions -> oscarpiastri: no.

youruser: ugh i love her nails -> oscarpiastri: 🙄 she said thanks babe -> youruser: your girl loves me more than you -> oscarpiastri: i'm afraid it may be so

user: NAH IT AINT Y/N! LOOK AT HER COMMENTS

user: y/n bestie boo tell us who oscar's new girl is -> youruser: no.

user: y/n and oscar are hilarious bcz she's been soft launching her 'friend' for months and now oscar's hiding a whole girlfriend from us -> user: i see what logan meant when he said they're too similar but also completely opposite

user: i still think the girl's y/n

youruser:

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youruser: summer of 24... you were definitely one for the books

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user: YOU'VE BEEN SOFTLAUNCHING OSCAR ALL ALONG????

user: the way i didn't actually see this one coming

user: I FUCKING KNEW ITT

oscarpiastri: best summer yet 🩷 -> youruser: got me blushing and shii

logansargeant: i'd like a written thank you card for being the reason you two are together -> youruser: no 🤍

user: i just KNOW logan's been their biggest shipper

yourmomsig: cutiess

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: it's been ten years in the making

tagged: youruser

user: SHUT UP

user: wait they've been dating for TEN YEARS??!! -> user: no i think he had a crush on her for like ten years

youruser: i adore you 🩷 -> oscarpiastri: it's hard not to adore me

youruser: s i m p -> oscarpiastri: are you complaining? -> youruser: no

logansargeant: again. am i getting a thank you at all??? -> oscarpiastri: sorry my future wife said no -> youruser: jasdjfakhfrshgous -> user: nah she real for that- i'd do the same if oscar said that about me

user: she needs to lose some weight

user: ew why does she smile like that

user: MOM AND DAD

landonorris: i'd also like a thank you for not being a cockblock -> oscarpiastri: no.

f1gossip

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f1gossip: well it's officially been confirmed by oscar piastri and y/n y/ln that they are dating and have been together for at least the summer. it's unclear when they began dating, but we can assume it was after the miami grand prix, where it is believed that they met for the first time.

y/n y/ln is the childhood best friend of logan sargeant, and has took to social media multiple times to defend him. she has completed law school, and we believe she works in england, which is where oscar is located at the moment. for more information on y/n y/ln and the timeline of her and oscar piastri's relationship, check the link in our bio

user: bro who cares

user: i thought this was a driver gossip page not the wags

user: what does oscar see in her? -> user: right like she has to have bewitched him

user: i love her she's such a girlboss

user: idk how oscar does it. my brain would stop working once she smiled at me

user: something about their relationship screams pr to me -> user: like wdym they only met in miami bcz fans wanted them to and now they're dating -> user: nah that's sketchy

notes: well here's the anticipated part 2!! i hope you guys enjoy it! if you'd like to be added to my tag list, please comment on part one of this series just so all the comments are in one place. let me know what you guys think of this part in the comments + reblogs <3

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gravityfallsthunderboltau · 3 months ago

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Nick Scheuer Headcanons (GF OC) 1/?

Nick is 18 years old so 2 years older than Wendy but 4 years younger than Soos

(In my memory Soos is 22 and Wendy is 16 but if I'm wrong please tell me)

Nick is male and homosexual / polyamory . He doesn't lie that he is gay but somehow no one believes that he is gay because, according to others, he looks very "straight".

But Nick doesn't shout out that he's gay (like he doesn't make it his personality that he's gay) and when you ask him, he just tell honestly that he is.

Dipper thought for a long time that he had his eyes on Wendy but after talking to him he said he was gay and Wendy was just his friend in a platonic way.

Even if he is rather introverted, he can speak well with girls and boys etc.

Kind of has the “The (big) Brother” vibe, he doesn’t know why, he’s actually the youngest kid of four kids but he just gives off the vibe.

Especially to Dipper and Mabel (to Dipper only after he clarified that he isn't in love with Wendy) he's kind of a big brother.

Somehow also with Stanley because Nick has polydactyly like Ford and that's why Stanley somehow has a brotherly relationship with Nick. (Stanley feels bad that he put his trauma and feelings he had towards Ford onto Nick and is now trying to "save" Nick because he couldn't save Ford)

Nick doesn't know before that Stanley feels somehow guilty and feels bad when he somehow triggers a trigger from Stanley because Stanley doesn't explain to him why he reacts the way he reacts.

But after Stanford came back, Stanley explained this to Nick and Nick understood it and they both worked on their relationship so that Stanley doesn't just hang out with Nick because of his trauma but in a healthly way and Nick don't feel bad of his action to Stanley (I hope I explained what I mean by that well)

He had very severe acne between the ages of 13 and 16 but it got better until he was 18 but he still had mild acne.

He actually had natural curls because of his heredity but because he was in his rebel pre-teens he straightened his hair to death and now he has straight hair. He doesn't regret it.

His parents said that when he gets older he will regret it and miss his curls but he won't. He likes to have straight hair. It suits his style more.

And having natural red hair as a boy with curls was just too complicated for him with the polydactyly too.

Is the type of brother vibe who accepts friendship bracletes from his "younger siblings" and really holds it up like it's his greatest treasure. He rarely wears them but you know he really likes them.

When copying a piece of paper, manual or technical, he needs a ruler to stay on the line what he writes. (hopefully you know what I mean by that)

He doesn't like Gideon Gleeful. Since the first meeting, the things he did against Mabel and Stanley, he simply hated him and was amused at Weirdmageddon where Gideon would be locked in the cage by Bill Chiper.

No pity or anything. He was just happy to see Gideon suffering. But he never told anyone in the group.

His family is part of Ciphertology and when he found out he cut himself off from his family because he will not be associated with them or will not be part of the cult. He hates Silas Birchtree for make Ciphertology.

His aunt (on his mother's side) is obsessed with the cult and is the cult leader and refers to herself as the "Bill Chiper wife". She somehow sees Nick as a problem because he doesn't want to join the Cult (and that later in the story he becomes one of Bill Chiper's Boyfriends)

Is/Will be in a polyamory relationship with Bill Chiper and Stanford Pines

First lives with "Lazy" Susan Wentworth but then moved to the Mystery Shack where he lives in the room:

(This was part of the Gravity Falls concept art and is not mine↓)

After Ford is rescued, Nick offers him to sleep in his room, but even though everyone thinks Ford didn't accept the offer, Ford often sneaks into Nick's room at night and sleeps there.

Nick helps Ford with his nightmares and they often talk for hours about their similarities such as polydactyly and co.

Ford always thinks he's annoying when he talks for hours, but Nick doesn't mind because he likes hearing Ford's voice.

And Ford kind of likes Nick's physical touch and listening to him for so long.

But for a very long time then, Ford and Nick realized that they liked sleeping together and even started sharing a bed but didn't tell anyone in the family because they think they will be despised because of the age gap in their relationship.

Just like the relationship between Bill and Nick. Bill meets Nick in "Dreamscaperers" and their secret love-hate relationship begins there.

Even though Nick hates the Ciphertology Cult, he somehow loves Bill and Bill loves somehow Nick because he doesn't want to worship him as a Ciphertology follower.

Like "Alex Hirsch" / Dipper, Nick is used to chew on pencils - like that Picture

Is a snack machine child. Everywhere he sees a snack machine or drink machine he uses it and uses it almost every day if he can.

Can only cook very little, like microwollen spaghetti or sandwiches, but can bake more, like muffins and cakes.

More headcanons coming soon .....

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antispopausandstuff · 5 months ago

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my SPOP universe pt. 1 - character bios ( very long, i'm sorry )

disclaimer // note - it'll be SPOP-focused, but i do take a 'few' things from the original show and implement them here.

preferred style(s) - ATLA // LOK, ROTTMNT, LMK ( s1-s4 ), Spiderverse, or Kill la Kill

( part of the reason for these styles is the VFX, battle coordination, and creature // environmental design, esp with vibrant media like Spiderverse, ROTTMNT, and LMK )

theme song - something akin to "The Call" by League of Legends or "The World That Ends in Three Days" by Koji Kondo, ROZEN, & Celica Soldream.

rating - PG-15 ( i'm not a writer for young children and don't handle things in a very kid-friendly way )

note - here's some gender // sexuality hcs of the characters, though it isn't all of them.

established changes:

the runestones don't exist

the cast is 18+ unless stated otherwise

roles will be changed for plot relevance or sense ( for ex, neither perfuma, entrapta, scorpia, spinerella, or netossa are royals )

the first ones are not evil

mara and adora are the only she-ras

most ships will remain noncanon

there's no white people here, sorry

cast ( pt. 1 ) . . .

Adora - Long Lost Princess of Eternia, Force Captain ( former ), Daughter of Hordak and Shadow Weaver, and She-Ra. 20 yrs old, 5'0, was abducted as an infant, from her home planet, and taught to be a solider for the Horde. raised by Shadow Weaver and Hordak ( it's separate care, not romantically coded ). unofficial caretaker of Catra.

she was raised to be very serious and no-nonsense like, always remaining calm and strategic in drastic situations to prevent the worst case scenario. due to this built-in stoicism, along with other factors, Adora struggles with interpersonal relationships and knowing her own sense of self, including what she is or isn't comfortable with ( such as unnecessary conflict ).

before She-Ra is even a possibility, the weight of the world was already bestowed upon her shoulders, and she sets on carrying out her duty to protect the world from those who wish to harm it.

beneath it all, however, Adora is a young woman who desires connection and peace. she secretly hopes for that to be her reward.

design would be inspired by Cal, Zav 1, Zav 2, Zav 3, and Fern ( blue guy ) by animatorroseoak, Midas by sleeepybacon, and with these details by me! outfit color palette would go from black and red to white, gold, and blue. just to clarify, though she is mythical, she'd still be afro-latino coded.

theme song - Song of Healing by The Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra

Glimmer - Princess of Brightmoon, Daughter of Queen Angella and King Micah, and Leader of the Rebellion. 19 yrs old, 5'6, was raised by her widowed mother ever since she was an infant. due to her lineage, she is a demigod and will likely live longer than the average Etherian.

ever since she was born, Glimmer's powers were too great for her body to handle, causing her to lose control very quickly, especially when her emotions were heightened. Angella brought her to Castaspella, her aunt and the greatest sorceress on Etheria, to teach her control and balance.

Glimmer has always been a bright mind with an even brighter personality, striving for excellence and success, and has never let her misfortunes, whether it be her powers going haywire or a plan not going through, weigh on her. at least, that's what she shows to her people and mother.

but, on the inside, she is actually very insecure over her lack of understanding of her own powers, what her mother thinks of her, and how she can handle being future Queen. afraid of change and what fate could hold for her, Glimmer is avoidant of talking about her upcoming role to Brightmoon, seeing Castaspella again ( they haven't talked in years ), or taking a break from her leadership in the Rebellion.

design would be inspired by Ube by kleahvii, Mika by kienan_lafferty, Marlowe & Buwa by sleeepybacon. high focus on the astral theming, with minor details of the angelic theme. i imagine her with either pinkish blonde hair or black hair with pink and blue ombre streaks. her species would be a hybrid of elf ( Micah ) and chimera ( Angella ).

theme song - Termina Field by Koji Kondo & ROZEN

Bow - Guardian of Whispering Woods, Friend of Madame Razz, Best Friend of Princess Glimmer's, Son of George and Lance, and Co-Leader of the Rebellion. 20 yrs, 6'0, is a runaway from home after a particularly bad argument ensued between himself and his family. he is a pacifist and uses his archery to assist, not to cause harm ( or, at least, irreversible harm ).

his reasons for running away aren't exactly known, even to Glimmer herself, and he always gives half-truths or not-necessarily-lies to anyone who asks about his family and history. but he is very open about his beliefs, his current living situation ( currently resides in the Whispering Woods ), and how he feels.

as the Rebellion's mechanic and stealth strategist, Bow uses his technological intelligence and creativity to aid his allies. he's proven time and time again to be reliable, intuitive, and thinking of just about everything. whether or not that's a good thing.

in contrast to his secrecy, Bow is open-minded, well-meaning, and has a very strong belief in kindness. after living in the Whispering Woods on his own for a few years, and experiencing hardships unbeknownst to anyone else, he aims to be the example for others that people weren't for him.

design would be inspired by Jequ and Agnes by dewfroq, and Earth-42 Miles Morales in Across The Spiderverse. i think i want to make him a cyborg-type of character.

theme song - Goron Lullaby by The Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra

Angella - Queen of Brightmoon, Mother of Princess Glimmer, Widowed Wife of King Micah, and Angel of Etheria. 47(?) yrs old, 7'5, her exact origins are unknown, even to her daughter. some speculate that she was born from a star or moon, others guess she is from a different dimension entirely. the only one who even had an idea was the late King Micah.

benevolent, calm, and wise, Angella has been Queen for longer than she has been anything else. in some ways, she considers that a blessing. in others, she considers it a curse. accepting her fate decades ago, the pain has dulled enough to be barely noticeable.

though most don't know it, she has lived way longer than almost any of the Etherians, having experienced more than the Horde's genocide and eventual war. maybe even the universe beyond Despondos.

her abilities align, though not rely on, with the moons and stars, especially with specific constellations. but, as Despondos has a lack of those constellations ( and there are much less stars in the sky ), Angella has not reached her full power in decades.

it's only to Glimmer that she shows her true self, the self that is curious, easily endeared, and overall heartful and passionate, which is a stark contrast to the all-knowing, mysterious, powerful being that is the Queen of Brightmoon. because of this, her daughter has a hard time explaining to others that her mother isn't as stonewalled as she appears.

design would be inspired by Lucifer by fourleafisland, Sera by idolomantises, and Lifegiver and Sold Adopt Design by sleeepybacon. she is a flight-based chimera that has a lot of astral and angel theming, with her facial features obscured by a secondary, smaller set of wings.

theme song - Song of Time by The St. Louis Ocarina Trio

Hordak - Emperor of the Fright Zone, Father of Adora, The 'Big Boss'. 55 ( appearance wise ), 6'7, his origins are about as unknown as Angella's. it's unknown if he even likes or dislikes to discuss it, as no one has dared to ask him about his life before the Horde.

having brought Etheria to its knees decades ago, Hordak is easily bored or disinterested in his surroundings, often indulging himself in sadism for entertainment. however, he does have a soft spot for his children, Imp and Adora, and finds enjoyment in their company.

when She-Ra comes around, he isn't all that irritated. in the beginning, at least. in fact, he's rather riveted by the new challenge. discovering her identity, however, made all the difference. now, he constantly has to pick between being a father and being an Emperor.

design would be inspired by Fei by cronchy_baguette, Jacks by par0llel, Unnamed OC by crazycomet107, and Miguel O'Hara Illustration by sairasays. his design would definitely be a mix of cyborg and beast, lots of predator and prey metaphors.

theme song - Elegy of Emptiness by The Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra

Shadow Weaver - Sorceress of the Fright Zone, Second In Command, Mother of Adora and Catra. 50(?), 5'11, was raised in the Crimson Waste, but ran away and became a student in Mystacor at a young age. after obtaining the dark arts, however, she was banished and considered a freak of nature. soon after, she was found by Hordak.

the 'freak of nature' title didn't leave, however. rather, Shadow Weaver had to embrace it in order to become immune, using her dark magic to protect and provide for herself and whatever or whoever she needs to succeed or gain power.

she keeps most, if not all of her relationships at arms length, paranoia and trust issues running deep. though this doesn't exclude her daughters, Adora and Catra, it's less so with them. even if it's for separate reasons.

after Adora turned on the Horde, this instilled Shadow Weaver's already unstable mindset and kicked it into overdrive. obsessive, aggressive, and erratic in behavior, she eventually becomes a danger to herself and others.

design would be inspired by Peter Pan & Captain Hook Illustrations by sairasays, The Heads and The Witch by kelpible, and Arek ( 3rd form ) by sleeepybacon. her design would be parallel to her life as Light Spinner.

theme song - Midna's Theme by Monsalve

Catra - Cadet of the Horde ( former ), Force Captain, Daughter of Shadow Weaver. 19 yrs, 5'7, was abducted as a toddler and taught to be a solider, though succession rates are varying. she was originally born in a Kingdom, but her memories are limited and she's rather uninterested ( or unmotivated, it's not clear ) in finding out where she's from.

as she was raised by Shadow Weaver, Catra became an odd mix of codependent, lazy, defiant and aggressive, borderline sadistic, obsessive, and jealous, driving away most people, which only solidified her unhealthy relationships.

once Adora left the Horde, she was no better than her mother, in terms of mental decline, and it was part of the reason why she became Force Captain. unofficially speaking.

design would be inspired by Eralisto by animatorroseoak, Bacon 1 and Bacon 2 by sleeepybacon, Cairo by cronchy_baguette, and Elliot by spam0_llel. i like to think her design becoming more and more feral // unhinged as she develops.

theme song - Majora's Mask by Koji Kondo & ROZEN

Scorpia ( Lynda ) - Force Captain, Ex-Warrior of the Crimson Waste, Sister of Octavia, Harbinger of Poison. 21 yrs, 6'3, a fighter with a tough exterior, but a gentle soul. once she gets to know you, anyway. in her time in the Horde, she has formed a bond with Octavia and knew of Catra and Adora, but hadn't met them personally until Catra becam Force Captain.

after running away from the Crimson Waste after killing the leader, Scorpia was recruited by Hordak for her strength and poison // paralytic touch. though, it wasn't exactly like she had a choice.

when meeting Catra, the two were at arms-length for a while, with Scorpia being a little off-put by the other's intensity in bringing Adora back. but, somehow, they eventually become friends. as much as they could be, anyway, considering the circumstances.

design would be inspired by Gora ( tall, dark-haired goliath ) by pen.lilixeesketche and Tora and Gabu by par0llel. i read up the original character's details and decided to have kind of a 'mish-mash' of the original and reboot ( not quite, though ).

theme song - Bolero of Fire by Giulio Capone

Entrapta ( Es'Tra ) - The Fae of Entanglement, Lady of Dryll, Heart of Technology. Late 40s ( forgot specific age ), 4'10, works for the Horde as their technician, isolated and muted, but finds comfort in the Emperor's company. when he has time for that.

no one really knows why or how she got there, but it's evident that she's chronically exhausted and has a habit of becoming hostile with those who don't respect her space ( it's how she met Catra one on one ). when she's in a better mood, however, she's more likely to talk, but not guaranteed, and shows to always have more knowledge than anyone would expect.

in the rare instances she's completely happy, Entrapta is very friendly, engaging, and there's an increased percentage she'll share technology // technological-know-how with you.

design would be inspired by Bitten Lady and Faubron by animatorroseoak, Eris by boots.oc, and Remi by par0llel. lots of plant cycle symbolism in her environments and hair.

theme song - Song of Storms by ROZEN

Double Trouble ( Rebekk ) - Diamond of Mischief, Multi-Mask, Fae of Deceit. Early 20s ( exact age is unknown ), 5'11, a busybody that absolutely hates the Horde, which helps them not give a damn about anything more than bare minimum privacy, and who also happens to be Glimmer's cousin, adopted by Castaspella.

when they're not busying spying on the Horde, Double Trouble spends time working on their own plays and shows or trying to play around with their peers, being a generally needy person that craves attention and validation. it's not hard to make them happy, though. usually, a simple compliment makes their entire day.

none of their family knows of their work, though. and they'd like to keep it that way.

design would be inspired by Rue by lizard_b.rain, Thraniavas by spidertams, Cantaluse by animatorroseoaks, and Original Character Animation by kelapabiru. a random design tidbit that doesn't really matter, i like to think their hair is dyed blonde, but they have brown // black roots.

theme song - Minuet of Forest by Giulio Capone

not all of the character biographies, not even close, but i'm currently working on pt. 2 as we speak, so that'll be out soon! probably will have a pt. 3 and pt. 4, though, there's a lot to go through.

thank you for reading! this and pt. 2 took forever.

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zzoomacroom · 3 months ago

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Rain Is Coming Down (Chapter 6)

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Dreamling, Retired Dream, Multi-chapter, Mpreg, Fluff, Smut, Angst

(Start from chapter 1 here)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 6/12

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional tags: Retired Dream, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Trans Dream, Fluff, Smut, Angst

CONTENT WARNINGS for this chapter: brief panic attack/ptsd flashback, misogynistic and transphobic slurs, non-graphic violence, explicit sexual content

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Chapter 6: 26 Weeks - Part 2

The wooden bench creaks beneath him as Morpheus flops heavily into his seat at their table. The pub is lively this evening, but he would rather endure the noise and crowds than make the arduous trek back up the stairs at the moment.

“Save our seats and I’ll go and see what I can scrounge up from the kitchen, yeah? Back in a mo,” Hob says, giving Morpheus a quick peck on the cheek before slowly making his way across the packed room.

The former Dreamlord sits and watches the other patrons at the New Inn, some engaged in animated conversation while others appear more interested in the football game playing on the television above the bar. It is still a strange feeling, looking at these people and being unable to peer into their minds, being blind to their innermost fantasies. How irritating that he must now rely on facial expressions and abstruse human social cues in order to guess at what they might be thinking.

Perhaps it is poetic justice that in becoming human, Morpheus finds himself more disconnected from humanity than ever.

And yet, he has found it to be surprisingly… freeing. The realization that he is no longer burdened with carrying the hopes and fears of everyone in the room. It is lonely at times, yes, but it is a different sort of loneliness than what he felt during his imprisonment or, indeed, for the vast majority of his existence. He is never truly lonely now, he realizes. Now that he has Hob, now that he is—

“Murphy!” Suzanne exclaims, snapping him out of his reverie as she places a glass of ginger ale in front of him, as well as a pint of lager for Hob. “How are you, love? It’s been ages since you’ve been down! Everyone’s missed you.”

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“No we haven’t,” says a familiar-looking bearded man at the next table. “Quiz nights are no fun with those two always winning.”

“Oh, hush, Keith,” Suzanne scoffs, pretending to swat at him with her notepad. “Not like you ever win either way; you thought the capital of Spain was Majorca, for pity’s sake.” She rolls her eyes as she turns back to Morpheus. “So, how’ve you been? You look fantastic. Robbie’s taking good care of you, I take it.”

“He is,” Morpheus replies, a smile spreading across his face. “I am well. Thank you, Suzanne.”

“I’m glad to hear it, love. I was starting to worry. What’ve you been doing up there, all cooped up? Getting lots of rest, I hope.”

Morpheus likes Suzanne. Like Hob, she is easy to talk to. He knows a little of her dreams, having first met her before his retirement. Mostly, she dreams of her family and hopes that they will always be safe and know that they are loved. Very rarely, she has nightmares—memories of things she endured, things no one should have to endure, but which ultimately led her to the greatest joys in her life. Morpheus can empathize.

“I have been painting. A mural, for the nursery. We also had a visit from my sister today,” he says.

“Oh, how nice! Didi, right? I remember her from the Christmas party. Has she got kids of her own?”

“No,” Morpheus replies, “but our niece and nephew refer to her as their ‘cool aunt.’”

“I’ll bet she is!” Suzanne laughs heartily. “I’m glad you have her. She seems like such a dear.”

“She is,” Morpheus agrees with an easy smile. “She has done… a great deal for me.”

“Wish I’d had someone like her when I was pregnant with Shannon,” Suzanne says. “I’m just glad I can be here for her now, and for you lads,” she adds, nodding towards Hob, who has just returned with a large, steaming platter of fish and chips. “Which reminds me, I’ve got another batch of Leo and Gracie’s old clothes and things for you.”

“I hope you know we insist on paying for those,” Hob remarks as he places the dish in the center of the table for the two of them to share.

“Please, you’d be doing me a favor just by getting them out of my flat,” Suzanne says with a wave of her notepad.

“Well then, at least let me go and pick them up,” Hob counters.

“Deal. But I still want to come up and see that mural!”

“Oh, yeah, you’ve got to see it! It’s stunning!” Hob grins at Morpheus as he sits down across from him, giving him a sly wink before popping a chip into his mouth. Morpheus grins back, knowing full well that Hob will slip some cash into Suzanne’s handbag when she’s not looking.

“There’s something else I wanted to talk to you boys about,” Suzanne continues, suddenly earnest. Morpheus and Hob exchange uneasy glances; Morpheus wonders if this will be another lecture on the virtues of modern obstetrics. “I’d like to throw you a baby shower.”

Morpheus gulps. Hob bites his lip as he tries to stifle a laugh. Morpheus kicks him under the table. Hob schools his features, giving Morpheus a look that he interprets to mean ‘I’ll try and talk her out of it.'

“That’s incredibly sweet of you, Suze, but don’t trouble yourself,” Hob insists. “Can’t imagine we’d need one, what with everything you’ve given us.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Suzanne says, undeterred. “It’ll only be a small do, and we can have it here. Just the staff and any friends you want to bring. Oh, and bring your sister! I’ll make that chocolate cake you like.”

Hob looks at Morpheus again, raising his eyebrows. ‘Come on, dove, you know we can’t say no,' he conveys with those big, sparkling brown eyes that he knows very well Morpheus cannot resist.

“Thank you, Suzanne,” Morpheus finally grits out, hoping his smile doesn’t look too forced. “That sounds lovely.”

“Yeah, cheers, Suze,” Hob agrees. “You’re a gem.”

“Sure am. Dunno what you’d do without me,” she winks. “Right, I’ll leave you lads to it, then. I’d better get this lot their drinks before they start rioting,” she sighs as she marches back to the bar.

Morpheus slumps in his seat, picking forlornly at his chips. Hob gives him a pitying look and hooks his foot around Morpheus’ ankle. “It won’t be that bad, dove,” he says. “Thanks for being a good sport about it. You know it would’ve broken her heart if we’d said no.”

“Two baby showers. Two. This is egregious,” Morpheus mutters. Hob’s mouth twitches as he makes a valiant effort to keep a straight face, and Morpheus finds his own twisting into a smile in spite of his best efforts to maintain his sullen pout. “You mock my misfortune, Hob Gadling?” he asks, his voice dripping with faux indignation.

He snatches the piece of fish that Hob was reaching for and stuffs it into his mouth, both to underscore his petulance and to smother the treacherous wheeze of laughter that was dangerously close to spilling out.

“Oh, poor you,” Hob chuckles, looking smugly triumphant at his husband’s reaction. “What dreadful misfortune, having so many people who love you that they’re throwing two separate parties in your honor. You know—”

Hob does not finish his thought as there is a sudden commotion near the bar. A shout, followed by a deafening shatter of glass. Morpheus goes still. He shivers, despite it being uncomfortably warm in the crowded pub. Everything sounds muffled and distant, like he is behind a thick layer of glass. He can feel it again. The glass, the iron, closing in on him, he cannot…

“Darling? Darling, are you—” Hob’s voice cuts through the noise as he turns away from the source of clamor and back to Morpheus, his eyes widening in concern. And oh, it is so loud, and Morpheus wants to go home, but he cannot move, and—

“—No! No, you need to leave. Trust me, mate, you do not want to get the owner involved.” Suzanne’s voice rings out, booming and steely and surprisingly intimidating. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she adds grimly, catching Hob’s eye as he rises from his chair.

“Hob—”

“Wait here,” Hob tells Morpheus, and before he can protest his husband is striding across the room, a look of flinty determination in his eyes that Morpheus has only seen once before. It sends another shiver down his spine, for rather different reasons this time.

From where Morpheus sits, he can see his husband approaching a belligerent and obviously drunk man who has crowded Suzanne into a corner. She glares defiantly up at him as he shouts obscenities at her, swaying on his feet all the while. “I already told you—you bitch,” he hiccups, slurring his words, “’m not leavin’ ‘til I talk to the owner.”

The room has gone silent. Everyone in the pub has turned towards the bar, riveted on the scene as it unfolds. Alan, the barman, wrings his hands nervously as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, apparently unsure as to whether he should step in. Toni and Ethan have emerged from the kitchen, still holding their knife and spatula, respectively, and looking as though they hope they will not need to use them to defend themselves. The New Inn is not the sort of establishment that frequently sees this sort of disorderly conduct, and everyone seems to be at a loss for what to do.

Everyone except Hob.

“I’m the owner, and you’re leaving now,” Hob announces sternly, grabbing the man (who is considerably larger than himself) by the shoulder and pulling him away from Suzanne.

“Get your fuckin’ ‘ands off me, mate! I haven’t done nothin’ wrong,” the man growls, shoving Hob backwards. Morpheus jumps to his feet almost involuntarily, but finds himself riveted to the spot where he stands, unable to move closer to the fray.

“He started spouting off a load of words I’m not going to repeat,” Suzanne interjects, “and when I asked him to leave he knocked all the glasses off the bar like a bloody toddler.”

“Yeah, you’re done here. Out. Now,” Hob barks, pointing to the door.

The man scoffs and smirks as he raises his hands in an exaggerated gesture of surrender. “Fine by me,” he sneers, looking Morpheus dead in the eye and jabbing his chin in his direction. “Too many freaks and trannies here for my taste anyway.”

Morpheus has no time to react to these words before there’s a loud, dull thwack, and the man is clutching his cheek and staggering backwards into a table. Morpheus only realizes belatedly that Hob must have punched him.

The pub goes silent. Then, all at once, there is a cacophony of whispers and shouts and everything in between as the denizens of the New Inn turn their fury on the man who interrupted their evening.

“You get ‘im, Robbie!” someone calls out.

“Yeah, that was well out of order, mate,” says another onlooker.

“Does he know he’s his husband?” hisses a blonde woman seated next to Keith.

A cold trickle of… something snakes its way through Morpheus’ veins as he stands there, torn between rushing to his husband’s side and remaining where he is for the sake of the baby’s safety. Is it shame that he feels? Anger, humiliation…? Yes. All of those, and perhaps some other things. But he cannot deliberate on them now, because the drunk man is stumbling back to his feet and raising his fist and—

“Hob—!” Morpheus cries, only realizing that his legs apparently do work after all when he is halfway across the room. His own words from centuries past ring in his head. ‘You can be hurt, or captured.' He reaches his husband faster than should be possible in his current state, propelled by equal amounts of rage and fear.

Morpheus reaches instinctively for his sand before remembering that—oh. Right. He is completely helpless now. Useless.

But Hob is still as capable as ever. He catches the man’s fist and deftly twists his arm around, pinning it behind his back. “Get the fuck out of my pub before I get my broadsword,” he snarls as he shoves the man towards the exit.

The man yelps and shambles clumsily to the door, and just as he is reaching for the handle, Hob seizes him by the collar and yanks him around to look him in the eye.

An uneasy murmur ripples through the room. The drunk man looks as terror-stricken as he would have had Morpheus unleashed his most vicious nightmares upon him.

“If you ever come near my husband or my family again, I’ll fucking—” Hob rages at the man, his teeth bared and his speech lapsing into an archaic dialect. Morpheus understands the threats of dismemberment and desecration of the man’s corpse, but to other observers it must sound like the garbled ravings of a lunatic (which may actually be less disturbing than what Hob is saying).

Morpheus has never seen his husband this angry before, and it is. Alarming. What is also alarming is how aroused he has become; he is glad that he wore black today, as he can feel the growing wetness in his underwear gradually seeping through the fabric of his joggers.

There is a loud thump as the back of the man’s head hits the door, Hob’s fists still clenched in the front of his shirt. Morpheus and Suzanne reach them at the same time and drag Hob away from the man by the shoulders.

“Hob—!” Morpheus begins.

“Robbie, that’s enough!” Suzanne yells at the same moment. “You’ve made your point, now let him go!”

Hob deflates under their hands. He turns around, glancing between Morpheus, Suzanne, and the crowd of wide-eyed spectators. He is breathing hard and he looks rather foggy and far away, his eyes glazed and his hands shaking.

The drunk man bolts out the door as soon as Hob turns his back, and a few of the patrons make noises of approval, though most are still sitting in stunned silence.

“Good riddance!” Keith calls out, and the blonde woman beside him—Helen, his wife, as Morpheus recalls—nods in vehement agreement.

Suzanne immediately returns to the bar with broom and mop, directing Alan to help her with the mess. She goes on with her work as if she is entirely unruffled by the whole affair, though Morpheus can see the way her hands tremble ever so slightly as she sweeps up jagged shards of glass.

Hob blinks, looking down at Morpheus’ hand on his shoulder and then up at his frowning face. The bewilderment in his eyes is gradually replaced by a look of profound shame and remorse. He hangs his head and sighs. “Please don’t be angry,” he mumbles, his voice thin and flat as he rubs his knuckles, which are already starting to bruise. “I know, I know… pot, kettle, and all.”

Morpheus opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. It had not occurred to him to be angry with Hob. Perhaps he should be, but the only anger he feels is for the man who just fled the pub. He is filled with a variety of competing emotions right now, but anger is surprisingly not one of the stronger contestants. He is relieved that Hob is safe. He is… touched, he supposes. And pleased. That Hob defended him, that Suzanne and everyone else sided with him.

But beneath that is the guilt—Hob defended him. He hurt that man and himself, and forced everyone in the pub to witness it, because of Morpheus. Morpheus, who cannot defend himself or his husband as he should, who put his child in harm’s way because he was too foolish to see his own weakness.

And beneath that, simmering and throbbing low in his belly, is a raging, nigh-overpowering inferno of pure lust.

He is still staring at Hob, who peers up at Morpheus with a sad smile of resignation. Morpheus does not know what to say. Something is about to erupt from him, but he does not know which of the warring feelings will emerge victorious until he is grasping Hob’s face with both hands and kissing him desperately right there in the middle of the pub. He licks into Hob’s mouth, burrowing in like he intends to make a home there, and Hob lets out a surprised little whimper as he opens eagerly for him, his hands coming up to clutch at Morpheus’ shirt and reel him closer.

It would seem they both forgot about their audience, as they startle back from each other when the pub explodes into raucous cheers, applause, and wolf whistles. Hob starts to giggle hysterically, shaking his head as his cheeks redden, and Morpheus hides his irrepressible grin in the crook of his husband’s neck.

When he looks up to meet his eyes, Hob has a knowing smirk on his face. “Don’t even say it,” he warns, with precisely none of the authority he carried just minutes ago. Morpheus decides to show him mercy. He says nothing, merely kisses him again until they are both gasping for breath.

“Get a room, you two!” someone laughs.

“Right!” Hob calls out, clapping his hands together as he glances around the pub. “We’re closing early, everybody out.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Suzanne huffs, propping her elbows on the now-clean bar. “Just go home, you berks. We’ll be fine down here until closing time.”

“Are you sure?” Hob asks, sounding doubtful. “Suze, what if he comes back? What if the police show up? I can’t just leave—”

“Robbie, love, you misunderstand me. I’m kicking you out,” Suzanne interrupts. “Before you do something really indecent. I don’t think that scumbag will be back. And if the cops come round,” she adds, raising her voice to command the attention of everyone in the pub, “the owner wasn’t in today and none of us heard anything about a fight.”

There’s a distracted murmur of agreement throughout the room as the patrons turn back to their drinks and their football match, apparently ready to be done with the spectacle and move on with their evening. Morpheus shares their sentiments. He takes Hob’s hand and drags him toward the stairs with single-minded purpose.

“Alright, but call me if anything goes wrong, yeah?” Hob says hurriedly, glancing back as he is towed helplessly away. “And text me later so I know you got home safe!”

The journey upstairs and to the bedroom does not even register in Morpheus’ mind; everything feels rather surreal just now. Dreamlike. One moment they are in the pub, and the next they are standing beside their bed, having apparently already shed their clothing.

“… You with me, dove?” Hob is asking him, his hand on Morpheus’ cheek and his head tilted in concern.

“Yes,” Morpheus says, blinking as he comes back to himself.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

He needs… he needs. Full stop. He needs Hob, needs to touch him, needs to feel him inside and know that he is there, that he is real, that they are both alive and safe and loved and wanted and…

“You,” Morpheus replies finally, pulling Hob close and kissing him voraciously. He leads them backwards, his hands on Hob’s hips, until Hob falls back onto the bed. Morpheus breaks the kiss only long enough to crawl into his husband’s lap, fumbling blindly for the lube on the bedside table and knocking the alarm clock and Hob’s reading glasses to the floor. “I need to feel you. Everywhere,” he says, his voice low and rough.

Morpheus hastily uncaps the bottle with one hand, letting the other roam over Hob’s body, burying his fingers in luxuriant hair and sinking his nails into warm, yielding flesh. He kisses and bites his way down his neck while reaching behind himself to press a slick finger to his entrance. It is slightly challenging at this angle, and he struggles momentarily before Hob catches on to what he is doing, his eyes widening and his face darkening with arousal.

“Let me help you with that, darling,” Hob says, taking the lube and pouring a generous amount on his fingers.

He grabs Morpheus by the hip with his other hand, steadying him as he circles one finger around his rim. Morpheus gasps at the cool, wet sensation and tightens his grip on Hob’s shoulders. Hob works him open quickly but gently, pausing intermittently to palm at Morpheus’ sopping wet cunt, smearing and spreading his arousal down to his hole and making a sloppy, squelching mess of both of them.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Hob pants. “Probably could have done it even without the lube.”

“Enough,” Morpheus rumbles, pushing Hob down to lie on his back and positioning himself over his hips. “I am ready,” he breathes as he guides himself onto his husband’s cock.

His eyes flutter shut and his moans, loud and wanton, mingle with Hob’s as he sinks down. They have not had anal sex in this manner since before the pregnancy, and they both take a moment to acclimate to the sensation. They are silent, save for their ragged breathing, and when he opens his eyes Morpheus sees his husband gazing reverently up at him, a look of awe in his tear-glazed eyes.

Morpheus takes one of Hob’s hands (the cleaner of the two), and without breaking eye contact he brings it to his mouth, slowly sucking on his fingers before pushing his arm down between his legs. Hob takes his cue and slides two fingers into Morpheus’ cunt, scissoring them and pressing into his g-spot. Morpheus hums pleasurably and begins to rock slowly, then gasps when Hob adds a third finger while simultaneously pressing his thumb to Morpheus’ clit. It is an awkward position for Hob, and Morpheus’ belly is an obstacle, but neither of them are deterred as Morpheus increases his pace and begins to ride Hob’s cock and fingers.

Morpheus shudders in relief at the feeling of fullness, and he bends forward to gain better leverage, resting his swollen midsection on Hob’s arm and bracing his hands on his chest as he bounces furiously. It’s fast and frantic, urgent and desperate, and Morpheus whines in frustration that he cannot be any closer to Hob than this. That he cannot, as he once could, take all of Hob’s being into himself, cannot merge the two of them together until they are one perfect, infinite entity.

“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you,” Hob soothes. “Take what you need.”

And Morpheus does. He takes all he can, and Hob offers it up eagerly. It is not enough, it is never enough, but Morpheus gluts himself on his husband’s body until he is as sated as this form will allow. He thinks of the first time Hob fought and defended him, the way he had wanted to do exactly this (well, perhaps a variation, with a slightly different body). He had wanted so badly it burned, and now he gets to have this. And he will not let anyone or anything take it away. So he grasps and clutches with both hands and he takes and takes and takes.

“So beautiful,” Hob purrs, trailing his free hand up Morpheus’ stomach and thumbing at his nipple. “Love you so fucking much.”

Morpheus sobs as he comes, his legs shaking and his fingers curling tightly into the hair on Hob’s sweaty, heaving chest. His vision blurs and tears stream down his face, and Hob wails as he floods Morpheus’ insides with a copious rush of hot seed. Morpheus shivers in ecstasy, his own orgasm still pulsing through him.

Hob takes his fingers away and maneuvers Morpheus by the hips to pull his softening cock from his hole. Morpheus weeps at the sudden emptiness; it is not enough, he has not had his fill of Hob. He needs more.

He shifts forward slightly, straddling his husband’s plush waist and grinding his clit against the forest of coarse hair below his navel. The slick from his cunt mingles with the warm rivulet of lubricant and cum that trickles from his hole, forming a veritable puddle on Hob’s stomach as Morpheus ruts frenziedly against him. Hob is looking up at him softly when he comes again, his eyes heavy-lidded and his mouth hanging open in wonder.

Neither of them speak as Morpheus rolls over and collapses beside Hob, curling up against him once Hob has given them a cursory wipe-down with a clean towel from the stack they’ve taken to keeping next to the bed. They remain silent, catching their breath as they rest in each other’s arms, and Morpheus is glad for it. Today has been utterly exhausting—physically, mentally, and emotionally—and he has no energy to discuss it now.

Later, when he regains his composure, he must express to Hob… everything. He does not know. He cannot formulate the words now. His love, his gratitude, how much it means to him that Hob is always ready to defend him without a second thought. Hob is aware of all of this, he knows, but he feels it all so strongly now, and it is so… vexing. That he only has this body and his paltry words with which to articulate himself. That he cannot simply give Hob a dream that conveys the inexpressible depths of his affection.

He is so much less than he used to be. And yet still Hob loves him, still fights for him even though he is too weak to fight for himself.

The muted roar of activity from downstairs, usually a comforting presence in the background, only exacerbates Morpheus’ distress at the moment. Words from earlier echo through his head.

Freak. Tranny.

So this is how he is perceived, now that he has no say in whether or not he is perceived at all.

Yet still Hob loves him.

“I’m sorry.”

Hob’s voice, wet and quavering, comes so softly that it takes Morpheus a moment to realize he spoke, and another to understand what he is apologizing for.

“About earlier. I shouldn’t have hit that lad,” Hob clarifies.

“Do not be sorry, my love,” Morpheus says emphatically. “You were in the right.”

“See, but it’s fucked up that we both thought that,” Hob argues. “Mo, I shouldn’t have done that. What he said, what he did—it was completely inexcusable, but… He was leaving, and I attacked him. I just… lost control. And I’m so sorry.” He puts a hand over his face and sighs. “I’m going to get a handle on this before the baby comes, I swear.”

“Hob. Look at me,” Morpheus implores, taking Hob’s hand from his face and holding it in his own. His knuckles have bruised a deep plum, and it only occurs to Morpheus now that their activities a few minutes ago cannot have helped. “Oh. I have hurt you,” he murmurs, peering into Hob’s red-rimmed eyes and bringing his hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle tenderly.

“No, love. No,” Hob insists, fresh tears welling up in his eyes as he brings his other hand up to cover Morpheus’. “None of this is on you. This was all me and my stupid bloody anger issues.”

“Hob, I trust you with my life. And with our child’s life. I know that you would never turn your anger on either of us.”

“But what if I do?” Hob whispers shakily, sounding genuinely terrified. It breaks Morpheus’ heart to see him so distraught.

“You will not,” he replies. It is the truth, Morpheus is certain of it. He knows, of course, of Hob’s violent past—knows better than anyone, perhaps, save for Hob himself. And he knows that his husband would sooner rescind his immortality than harm his family. It is not that Hob is a violent man by nature; he is a passionate man, one who loves fiercely and would tear the world apart to save those he loves. He is a better man than Morpheus, who would have done far worse to that man in the pub had he still had the power of nightmares at his disposal.

“You will not, beloved,” Morpheus repeats, cradling him closer and soothing his hand absently up and down his back.

“Alright,” Hob says weakly. “I won’t. Promise.”

“You should put some ice on your hand,” Morpheus mumbles.

“I will, later. Let’s just get some sleep, yeah? Been a hell of a day.”

Morpheus yawns in agreement as he nestles into Hob’s side. They lie there in silence, neither succumbing to the lure of the Dreaming despite their weariness.

When Morpheus finally drifts off, it is a restless half-sleep scattered with disjointed scraps of nightmares. Massive hands enfold him in a sphere of cold, bone-white flesh. Peeking through the cracks between the fingers, he sees Hob in the distance. He carries a sword and his face is bloodied, his jaw set in grim resolve. The hands hold Morpheus aloft, just out of Hob’s reach, lifting him higher and higher until he is face to face with himself, vast and terrible.

The dream ends.

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Thanks for reading! Reblogs, as well as kudos and comments on ao3 are always appreciated! 💗💗💗

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agentnico · 29 days ago

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Paddington in Peru (2024) review

Antonio Banderas 👌 - that’s it, that’s the review. Alright, just kidding, but honestly Antonio Banderas is an absolute GOAT in this!

Plot: Paddington and his adopted family, the Browns, decide to visit his aunt Lucy in Peru, but circumstances lead them towards misadventures in the Amazon rainforest and mountains of Peru.

So I went to see the third Paddington movie… don’t know why. I don’t even like the stupid bear. That marmalade-loving son of a bear is the cause of so much property damage and trouble, but disguises himself under this super polite gentleman facade making everyone think he’s cute so can get away with everything. What a spoiled brat! I don’t care if Nicolas Cage thinks Paddington 2 is the second greatest film of all time, we need to stop defending this tyrant of the London streets. Luckily this time around he’s leaving London and going to Peru, so let’s hope he doesn’t break anything. Surely not, like there’s nothing to break in a jungle, right? Right?!

He sinks a boat. The bear sinks a full boat. Unbelievable. And all he has to say is “oh dear, where’s my marmalade sandwich”. It’s no cute - he’s a damn criminal!! Anyway, enough with my personal vendettas against Paddington. Let’s be honest, these movies are an innocently delightful watch, with Paddington 1 & 2 both offering a lovely family viewing experience. Oh, and let’s not forget Hugh Grant’s exhilaratingly entertaining performance of the dastardly villain Phoenix Buchanan in the second one - one of the best baddies in a children’s movie in a long while. Naturally with the third chapter of these types of films one starts running out of ideas of what to do with these characters, hence why sending them abroad is a common decision. Hence why we head to Peru, in all its glorious CGI form!

Major difference in this instalment is that it is not directed by Paul King, who was busy working on the Wonka film at the time, and his absence is felt. Don’t get me wrong, Paddington in Peru is still as charming and delightful as ever, with the story and characters all having that easy cosy element to them. However with Paul King’s first two movies, there was something magical about them, and I guess the fish out of water, or should I say bear out of water, scenario of Paddington living in the UK brought with it a lot of natural enjoyment. Setting this one in Peru meant that all those gags about the bear getting accustomed to British nuances are gone, making this a pretty by-the-numbers jungle adventure. Still miles better than Jungle Cruise though, so don’t be too disheartened. The other change is that Sally Hawkins does not return as Mrs Brown, and is instead recast by Emily Mortimer who is okay, but Hawkins is really missed. Mortimer is a perfectly passable Mrs Brown, however Hawkins has a more natural approach to playing a loving and caring mother figure.

What makes Paddington in Peru pop are the new character additions. Olivia Colman is a not-at-all-suspicious nun who keeps saying “suspicious” and Colman has so much fun here rolling her eyes and acting, well, really suspicious, whilst also dancing away like she’s in The Sound of Music. Then there is Antonio Banderas who, even though he does not reach Hugh Grant’s level of absurdity, really embraces his over-the-top caricature nature of the river boat captain, and he’s a joy to watch. There are some scenes involving him talking to his ancestor ghosts (with perfectly enjoyable costume changes) which are fun, and also I can never get tired of his Zorro/Puss In Boots voice. The guy should consider getting into audiobooks, just saying. Then there is the most wonderful cameo appearance at the end of the movie that is truly hilarious, however also ends up reminding the viewer how this movie is not as good as its predecessor.

Look, I enjoyed this film immensely, and it gave Stuart Little vibes, and there’s great fun to be had with the gags, quips, adventures and out of the blue Werner Herzog references. It may be the weakest of the Paddington films, but that still means this one is a wonderful time, no matter how much we don’t want to admit that Paddington bear is a menace!

Overall score: 7/10

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ekat-fandom-blog · 1 year ago

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Masterpost thingy 3

Unless stated otherwise, all of these are prompts and sometimes they're still prompts even when stated otherwise. First masterpost here. Second masterpost here. (also some of them explicitly say "prompt" because adding a description seemed pointless or I was being lazy)

Thought Experiment - Billy shares his powers with the Avengers.

And All Hell Breaks Loose - Harley runs into Valerie while a nearby cult summons a hellhound.

Parental Mentor Figure - Batman tries to be a mentor figure to Dani.

Vlad annoys Sinestro - prompt

Pirates - Wondergirl and Johnny 13 get stuck in the PotC dimension

The Wish - Tim makes a wish.

De-Aged - Dick, Jason, and Tim get de-aged.

Titans Tower - Dani crashes in Titans Tower and finds Jason beating Tim.

Insults - Zatanna insulted Dairy King.

All-Blades Torture - my thought process on how you could use the all-blades to torture someone. also a link to a fic.

Time Loop Soulmate - Jason loops the day he planned on beating up Tim in Titans Tower.

Shared Custody - Clark and Lois adopt Dani and Dan, Bruce adopts Danny and Jazz. Suddenly, the three have 13 kids.

Don't Mix - Ectoplasm and Lazarus Pits don't mix.

Ring - Technus overshadows a lantern ring.

Star City - Star visits her aunt, Dinah.

Reverse Batfam AU - my take on reverse batfam. it's kinda a prompt.

Silent room - just wondering how the silent room would affect the supers with super hearing.

Pandora's Box - Ends up in Dr. Sivana's hands.

Maddie and Jack meet Mr. Freeze - prompt

Shifty - Dani finds a shifter group.

Accidental Dimension Travel - The trio wind up in DC universe.

Reflection - JazzxSelena soulmate au where your reflection looks like your soulmate.

Obedience - Dani gets cursed.

Puppet King - Danny's part of the Teen Titans

Important things - BillyxDanny soulmate au where an important event that happens during your soulmate's day is written on your arm.

Normal Day - FlashFam and Danny's timestream shenanigans prompt.

Halloween Cat - Danny turns into a cat.

Flower Scars - SamxValeriexStephxCass soulmate au where your soulmate gets little flower "tattoos" where you got hurt.

Family Reunion - Danny is adopted by Clockwork, Diana gets an invite to a family reunion.

Worst Enemy, Greatest Ally - dpxdc soulmate au

Color Stripe - DanixDick soulmate au where there's a stripe of color on everyone's wrist in the color of their soulmate's hair.

Secret Payment - The batfam sneakily pay their civilian informants without anyone's knowledge.

Run into you - DannyxBart soulmate au where you die on your 18th birthday if you don't find your soulmate.

Time's Ticking - DanixBilly soulmate au where there's a timer on your wrist that counts down to when they meet their soulmate.

No Dick Grayson AU - dick grayson never exists/never joins the bats and how the fam changed

Words - Danny goes to Gotham. soulmate au where everyone has a set number of words they can say unless they're with their soulmate.

Pit Madness - Dan gets stuck in the back of (insert dc character who's been dunked in the pit here)'s head.

Flower Scars - all scars appear as flowers

The Giggle - Dick's nightmare giggle followed him into adulthood

Hiding an Injury - Dick finds Dani in his apartment after patrol

Switch - Danny and Jason switch bodies cuz they resurrected at the same time

Symbiote - Constantine gets stuck with symbiote!Amorpho

Letters - Soulmate au w/ TuckerxTim

Mythical au & Part 2 - Alfred's a guardian angel, Bruce adopts Danny and Dani

Tarot - i chose who i thought works best for major arcana for a dc tarot deck

Obsession - Dani made a game out of trying to figure out other ghosts' and halfas' obsession. Bruce is a halfa.

Thrown under the Bus - Tim gets hit by cuddle pollen and chances upon Danny.

Soulmate AU - dpxdc. soulmates teleport to each other on their 16th birthday.

Eye Color - soulmate au where everything's black and white except for things that are similar in color to their soulmate's eyes. TimxDanny

Important PSA

#ekat's masterpost thingy #50 linked posts

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bosses-stay-flawless · 1 year ago

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When they tell me I have the spirit of my grandfathers (great- and grand fathers) I hold my head up high. 🙌🏼 And ask which one? They all are/were amazing men who taught me to stand by my convictions, and live from my heart.

The first time I met one of my grandfathers, I was already 2 years old he lived in Egypt, he tells the story much better than I do, “ He said he knew I was his favorite the minute he laid eyes on me, all the girls were crying and the boys were getting into things as kids do, when it was my turn to sit on grandpas’s lap, I looked at him, crooked my head to the side, smiled, looked all around at the chaos my siblings and cousins were causing, smirked, jumped down off his lap, picked up my grandpa’s cat and ran off into the dining room.”

He said he let out a loud laugh and told my parents and aunts and uncles I adore all the kids but that one, that little girl literally just stole my heart, that little girl is mine!!!

I’m so grateful to my grandfather he is also one of my greatest supporters, and yes I act like my grandfathers!!! My grandmothers’ prayers have kept me alive but it is the collective wisdom of my grandfathers’ wisdom that has guided me through life. ❤️

Because my grandfather has never eaten pork a day in his life, (he is of Egyptian decent) I love and honor him.

My own reasons have to do with growing up on a farm watching them kill a hog that we thought was a pet get slaughtered at my mom’s side at my grandparent’s farm only to be taken to a neighbors farm where a community came together to benefit one another from the year’s overflow and prep and butcher many other hogs and animals. From the mind of a 10 year old little girl who was also an empath, the trauma of that day lived in my head, unhealed, even to this day. (the process is very violent from beginning to end)

As a child I could remember the pain of being told that the animal us kids had feed anytime we were there was food and not a beloved pet, I remember how it squeeled in pain after being shot in my grandmas yard without warning to us kids, it was a natural part of life, they explained, I remember I vowed to NEVER eat anything made from it, eventually I never ate pork.

Of course many family members have tried to force me to eat pork or even became angry when I would not, and this isn’t a racial tinged post it is more of a lifestyle acknowledgment, many of my ancestors of several races lived and still do live off the land and have self- sustaining lifestyles. They hunt fish, and raise animals for food. So I’m not judging them but I will not be forced to consume anything that doesn’t sit well with my spirit. I place value on anything that magnifies my spirit.

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spidey-bie · 1 year ago

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Ansi & Hobie

–Part 2

Here we go again. Y'all are so irritating.

(Actually loves them both with her whole heart)

I'm not going to @ them again but these questions are by @/the-cat-and-the-birdie

Meeting:

How did they meet Hobie? What was their first meeting like?

A long time ago when Ansi was a wee lass her father accidentally opened a portal to a neighboring dimension and low and behold a young boy. It wasn't the greatest first meeting (lots of tears from both sides). But over time it got better. They were together for 2 years before Hobie went back to his world.

Did they like each other right away?

Nope. Ansi thought Hobie was weird. Hobie thought Ansi was stuck up. (Little did they know they were both autistic.)

What was their first impression of each other?

Refer back to the previous question.

Romance:

Why am I answering this section when I've already established that they're not in a romantic relationship. For fun 🤭. I'm gonna answer the sex one too. Let's irritate some allos today.

Are they 'together', committed, in a relationship, etc? Or label-less?

They're in a committed QPR.

Do they say I love you? (Or something else)

I don't know actually. I know they say they adore one another but it's not....like if asked they'll say they respect or admire the other but idk if they ever claim to love one another in public or in private.

Do they kiss? In public or private?

Yes. Everywhere but the lips. Honestly it's almost entirely on the hands. The hands thing started out with Ansi ironically kissing Hobie's hand. (It's not ironic anymore.) Lips are too much of a romantic thing for both of them.

Are they more likely to steal kisses, or make-out?

Neither. It's funny though because Ansi will run up and scale Hobie to give him a forehead kiss whenever he so desires.

What are their love languages?

Ansi's is quality time and physical touch.

Hobie's is physical touch and acts of service.

Emotional vulnerability should be a love language too but oh well.

Are they monogamous or polyamorous?

Ansi you ha- *giggle* I'm sorry but do y- *pffft* just answer the question Ansi. I can't.

Its not even that funny but, whatever. I barely have mental stability to manage one relationship in my life. You think I could handle more? IDC what Hobie does tho.

If they're poly - Do they have other partners

Thinking about marriage, or no?

Ansi laughed.

Kids, or no?

Ladies and gentlemen, enbys and everything outside and in between, Ansi is on the floor. She is not breathing. He's cracking up so badly that the air has left his lungs. And oh look, what do we have here? In a crazy turn of events seems Hobie has joined her. It looks like they're engaging in what the kids call, "Rolling on the floor laughing their butts off." Wow. What a show folks. They're definitely both gonna feel that later tonight.

Do other people know about their situation?

Close friends only. Everyone else can ask questions but they aren't gonna get answers.

Favorite date spot?

They don't call them dates. But they do chill out on Hobie's boat or Ansi's Aunt's house most of the time. If they're going out they're most likely going to the library or a record shop.

Who liked who first?

Hobie. Definitely Hobie. Ansi was like oh yeah he's cool but feelings didn't grow until they reunited again.

Who made the first move?

Ansi. Immediately realized their feelings and went, hey I kinda wanna have a deeper emotional relationship with you because you're really cool and I adore you.

Hobie could only nod because he was in shock.

Do they consider each other soulmates?

And further support amatonormativity and the idea that everyone must be connected to someone in some way in order to gain true happiness? I think not and also,

*Queue Ansi giving a whole spiel on amatonormativity and how it negatively affects society*

Your OC and Hobie are obviously on a date somewhere - someone begins aggressively flirting with him, and being rude to your OC - what do they do?

Ah yes let's piss off the pyromaniac. Jokes aside he'd be upset over the unplanned interruption. He'll just pick Hobie up and move the both of them somewhere else. However if that "unplanned interruption" tries to follow them that's when she starts to get really irritated. Now he's gonna act absolute fool.

A: "Bart the baby. I THINK THE BABY'S COMING."

Cue lamaze breathing

Unplanned Interruption: It seems like you're busy so imma just go.

After the person walks away he'll either claim it was a false labor or they book it outta there.

She's done this, a fake engagement, pretended to faint, pretended to almost throw up, etc. Once she did a whole scene from her favorite telenovela where he accused the guy flirting with Hobie of being his long lost cousin. (They were in Ansi's world.) He's a con artist. He does stuff like this everyday.

(A/N: This is so much fun to do. I come up with lore while writing these answers it's really nice.)

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exo-meme-ories · 7 months ago

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all of the funniest exo-mems we've had all involves me(the not host but might as well be because I'm NOT ABLE TO LEAVE FRONT BECAUSE I AM FRONT) so might as well list my favorites for now(tws- #3 mentions animal death, #5 mentions christian/religious stuff, also THAT dsmp cc got switched out to "soot" whenever mentioned so it shouldn't show on searches because these are MY POSITIVE MEMS and I'm unwilling to have his bullshit taint them)

1) c!dream source, was color blind in a very specific way- manmade things(dyes and paints) get switched around so Green looked Purple (mirrors were a nightmare to handle) this lead to me absolutely annoying the shit outta george and sapnap when I first met this: picture this all white enderian like 5 year old in a purple dress with green/purple eyes(I can never remember which they are actually) aggressively pointing at tree leaves and grass and screaming(in the positive way little kids do) at a colorblind human and a VERY confused fire demon child that the LEAVES and GRASS are PURPLE!!!! and every time you try to correct this white creature who CLEARLY doesn't know those are GREEN you get "NO THEY'RE PURPLE!!!" and the loudest giggles that prove they're messing with you,

2) c!Philza source, one of the few I have retained my nsfw organs in I have Egg Photos: this is great for 1) body is an artist (coping mechanism) 2) there's an Insane amount of soots and tommys in our system and others we know(siblings, aunts/uncles, and my own adopted and/or canonmate kids) I GET TO EMBARASS THEM ALL AT ONCE BY SHOWING ONE SET OF CANONMATE'S EGG PHOTOS AND IT'S THE GREATEST THING EVER!!!

3) there's a qsmp RUSSIAN soot source, listen to me, the fact that somehow our brain stared at that twink brittish man and turned him into some buff russian experiment who could crush a bear's neck between his thighs at 12 years old is a feat on its own. The fact he assigned it to me is a whole other feat

4) the amount of times I'm trans and/or fae

5)(context to the fae bit) our brain essentally homebrewed mcyt fae stuff(pre any/most minecraft/mcyt introjects) with our friend of 4 years- and then it took over most of our sources and headspace like Oh Man So Many Guys Who Could Kill Christian God Here (which funnily we ALSO have an introject of but he's one of our favorite protectors so we don't mind his existence he's cool) and so many opportunities to talk about the pink stabby grass and other fae bullshit THE MANY CHANCES I GET TO SAY "NO" TO HAVING REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS AND JUST BEING GENDERLESS BUT PRESENT HOWEVER!!!!!/pos

6) every (c not cc)techno, tommy, soot, ranboo, and tubbo OR ADJACENT INTROJECT BUT DISTINCTLY NOT THEM I've met has had the same "scratching here = docile rumbly mess" spots as me which I've used to my full advantage 1000% and I'm a menace because of

- the front room(tagging myself like this bc gods that'll be hard for others to not know us from)

i don't have the brain to read these right now but it's been in the inbox so long i feel bad for not posting it-

#the front room

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athenaholmesartistsguild · 2 years ago

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God. I just finished watching the first spiderverse movie and ATSV really makes you forget that ITSV was just as perfect and amazing and flawless and every other good adjective I can think of (although ITSV has way fewer flashing logos at the start which was good for my beady little eyes).

It's almost 2 hours long (a little shorter than ATSV) but it really doesn't feel like it. But I think the pace is a bit different too?

In ITSV, everything is happening so quickly that if you asked me how long the movie was without letting me look it up, I'd probably say about 90 minutes. It's a super easy watch and the plot is brisk enough that it introduces 5 new Spider people (and Aunt May), gives us their backstories, and gets us emotionally invested in their lives WHILE ALSO developing Miles' coming of age story and his development into his dimension's Spiderman without the story feeling bloated or rushed. It's really impressive.

ATSV on the other hand, has pacing similar to a Breaking Bad episode where everything just keeps building and building and while it never feels like it's dragging or becoming boring, you can feel the length. The last 20-30 minutes of ATSV, I was dreading the ending because I knew we'd been watching this movie for a while and that the cliffhanger was coming up and I just wanted to keep watching this awesome movie!!!

ATSV feels like a movie that's almost 2 and a half hours long while ITSV feels like you're watching an episode of a TV show or reading a comic book (Imagine that!).

And it's so funny because ATSV is such a piece of fucking art that it made me forget that ITSV was just as groundbreaking and that it was also one of the greatest superhero movies ever made.

Also, and this is kind of off-topic, but I like that the Spiderverse movies are breaking away from this nepo-baby adjacent Spiderman that works for a big strong super hero organization and is a billionaire's successor that we're getting with Disney's Spiderman movies. Don't get me wrong, I saw the first 2 movies and thought they were pretty fun (forgettable, but fun), but Spiderman in those movies just... isn't Spiderman!

Spiderman is a normal person, that's kinda the point. While he can be a gifted student (or artist or inventor etc), he's still a middle class kid who fell into his powers. He can only do so much while having school, a job, bills, and all of his relationships to maintain. That's why Spiderman's civilian life is such a freaking mess! Well, that and I am of the opinion Spiderman is a metaphor for ADHD but I have a comic planned to explore that.

He's a vigilante, yes, but he's not like the Batmans of the world where he just bought himself a superhero identity (not necessarily ragging on Batman. I like him too).

He's a superhero for the people. Not only does he stop the occasional Green Goblin or Doc Ock, but he also helps with muggings, corner store robberies, little shit that big heroes like Iron Man, Hulk, and the like can't be bothered with. I bet if you asked Spiderman for help after you locked yourself out of your apratment, he'd find a way to get you back in because that's who he is!!

Spiderman Homecoming making a working class man who was fucked over by Stark Industries the villain feels so against the idea of Spiderman. And then Far From Home has Mysterio go from a failed actor and Hollywood illusionist turned criminal to an employee of Stark industries who has his work taken from him, literally named BARF by Stark, and is then fired. Say all you want about intellectual property rights and whether Stark legally stole this man's life's work, but the point is this series made several intentional changes to these villains that demonize the working class and glorify Stark (who is vindicated by the narrative of the overarching MCU and the Tom Holland trilogy).

Why are the working class the enemy? Spiderman is the working class!

ATSV having a super secret Spider-government that borders on being a totalitarian nightmare is much more Spiderman's speed.

Spiderman can't go at it alone, that's made clear in several of the movies and even the Spiderverse series itself ("You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!"). But Spiderman doesn't need expensive equipment or the power of a government-like entity. He just needs his loved ones whether they be other Spiderpeople or the people living around him.

I just can't get over these movies man.

#across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderman #And like. The Marvel Spiderman movies aren't nearly as memorable. I couldn't even remember if I'd seen the second one.#At least until I read that the villain dies and frames Spiderman for his death.#Then I remembered that J. Jameson is written like an Alex Jones type and that was amusing.#But I couldn't tell you anything else about them.#across the spider verse spoilers

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survey--s · 2 years ago

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440.

Did you ever go to daycare as a kid? I was in some kind of full-time childcare from three months - a childminder until I was about 2-3 years old, then nursery, then pre-school.

Who’s one of the most talented people you know? What are they talented at? My aunt is an amazing cook - she’s one of those people who can chuck anything together and it tastes incredible lol.

How long have you had your current mattress? Far too long lol. It’s getting uncomfortable but we can’t really justify a new one at the moment. Maybe next year.

Do you usually pay with cash, debit card, or credit card? Debit card.

What do you usually drink with breakfast? Coffee and either orange or apple juice.

What’s your sexuality? Bisexual.

What’s your gender identity? Female.

Are you the type of person who can make friends with just about anyone? Ha, nope. I’ve always struggled to make friends as I’m just rubbish at small talk and I generally much prefer my own company.

Have you ever experienced a medical emergency? Not for me, but I’ve dealt with them for other people.

What was the last thing you borrowed from someone? Some tape.

What’s your least favorite time of day? Early evening. I just feel like it’s this weird dead time.

Are you muscular? Not really.

Do you know anyone who’s snobby about the kind of music they like? A few people - ugh. It’s such a crap trait.

Do you ever happen to find yourself trying to force yourself to be happy? I’ve been there before, sure.

What are some things you like about the area you live in? We live by the sea and we have so many beaches and great places to explore.

When was the last time you drank wine? New Years Eve.

Do you know anyone who has been to prison? Not so far as I know.

Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? We do indeed.

How many burners does your stove have? Four.

When you go to a restaurant, do you prefer to sit at a booth or a table? Booths - they’re more private and generally have more space too.

What’s the first video game you remember playing? Sonic or Pokêmon.

Have you ever been to San Francisco? Nope but I’ve always wanted to visit! It looks absolutely beautiful.

Did the high school you went to offer an ecology class? Nope.

Which room of your house is currently in the greatest need of cleaning? Probably the spare room - not so much cleaning but more re-organising, but it’s all Mike’s stuff in there and I’m not getting involved lol.

What’s something you think everyone should do/experience at least once in their life? Travel.

When was the last time you shipped a package? Just before Christmas, and it only arrived two days ago lol.

Have you ever made a homemade pie? Nope.

How long does it take you to get to work/school? It depends. I’m a pet-sitter so my closest client is five doors away, the furthest away is a horse I care for - he’s about a 15 minute drive.

Has your car ever been broken into? Not mine, but my parents’ was when I was growing up.

How old is your oldest cousin? Uhh, no idea. I’d guess late thirties?

What are you going to do now that this survey is over? Maybe another survey.

#survey #surveys

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nanowrimo · 3 years ago

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6 Tips and Tricks For Writing An Epic Fantasy Novel

We know you've been dreaming about starting that fantasy novel. To help with developing a story idea in this week’s NaNo Prep theme, our NaNo guest Zacharia Brendon Devlin shares his guide for creating an epic fantasy novel:

Writing kinda goes with my family. My aunt, Kate Ristau, is a published author of five books (and counting), my sister, Lily, is an amazing author. My grandmother is also an incredible author of two novels, my brother wrote a short story and published it on Blurb, along with his book, Warrior of Nilved. So, long story short, it wasn't really any surprise when I began writing.

I started writing the first draft of my fantasy novel when I was 8-years-old. Since then, it has gone through several different drafts for several years. Writing fantasy, in my opinion, is one of the most enjoyable genres to write, but it can also be the hardest. Okay, let’s cut down to the chase: writing fantasy can be hard. But with a couple of helpful tips and tricks, the load could be lighter.

1. Gather ideas.

Dream, read, think, talk, etc. Just gather ideas. Some of the greatest stories have gotten their plots from something normal. For instance, S. D. Smith, the author of The Green Ember, got the idea for his bestselling book from when he was taking a walk with his daughter and saw two rabbits hopping in his yard. Chris Grabenstein, the author of Escape From Mr. Lemoncello's Library (plus numerous other books), got the idea from visiting an amazing library. Like I said before, keep gathering ideas. You won't regret it.

2. Start with a rough draft.

You may be tempted to edit your story word by word, but it gets done much faster when you start with a rough draft. Don't try to write in a ton of details or sub-plots until after the first draft is done. Just focus on the main, most important events and facts. You can always add side characters later.

3. Make it IMPOSSIBLE.

Kids (and most adults) love impossible. Fire breathing dragons? Cha-Ching! Flesh-eating, 50 feet tall giants? Bring it! A wizard that can turn people into frogs? Absolutely! You can also create your own creatures or animals. (e.g. In my nearly-finished fantasy novel, The Lost Prince, I created a race of creatures known as the Rinëdslo. J.R.R Tolkien, the author of The Lord of The Rings, created Hobbits. John Flanagan, author of Ranger's Apprentice series, created Wargals and the Kalkara.) You get the point: the more impossible it is, the more interesting and exciting it is.

4. Create Unforgettable Characters.

All characters in fantasy novels should each have a unique talent. Is your character great at riding dragons or buffaloes? Does your character sneeze when he/she tells a lie? Does your character have a cool or strange weapon? Does your character have a special pet? Just be sure to make it, as always, unforgettable. Also, if you need fantasy names, here’s a good website for that.

5. Work Within Your Limits

I know some people who can write for hours on end, and others who can only write for 20 minutes a day. Whatever works for you, do it. Writing when you don't want to can have a negative effect. 80,000--150,000 words is a typical word count in fantasy novels. You should probably start with a smaller word count, and then slowly add more. I usually like to start with 10,000 and then add a 5,000 every time I win, but you can do a word count that you think is suitable (and doable) for you.

6. Read and Re-read

You can only write as well as you read. Study the classics of the fantasy genre, taking note of what grabs you about each fantasy author’s approach—for example, world-building, character development, or plot twists—and how the storyteller navigates the aspects you find most daunting. You can reread your favorite fantasy books while applying the same lens.

There ya have it! Six tips and tricks from yours truly. I hope they were helpful, or at least worth your time to read them. But I have one more tip for you:

7. Now go; go and write! Take these tips and apply them to your own novels!

Zacharia Brendon Devlin (Zach) is a twelve-year-old fantasy author. He lives in the USA with his nine siblings, lizard, and dog. Other than writing, Zach loves to hike in his backyard forest, play boardgames, talk with his friends, and build LEGOs. His literary inspirations are Brain Jacques, J.R.R. Tolkien, Brandon Mull, and C. S. Lewis.

Top Photo by Maximalfocus on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #amwriting #novel #by nano guest #Zacharia Brendon Devlin

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hiddleloki · 3 years ago

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*insert Mushu “I live” gif*

Ok, so I finally watched Loki and I loved it. Loki and Quicksilver are my fav characters and I was really, really mad at Marvel for what they did to my boy Quickie, but I’m still holding out hope that they somehow fix that at some point. I mean, hello, variants? That thing officially exists now.

Luckily Loki seems to be more favored by Feige/Marvel and seems like we’re gonna see lots more of him. Season 2 and possibly even MoM. Season 2 is old news as there were already reports of it actually happening last year, and this year in January Deadline confirmed S2 of Loki with Michael Waldron returning. But I was holding out hope for Loki making an appearance in MoM (I want to see Strange interact with Loki again) and it seems like there’s a good chance of this actually happening.

Anyway, some thoughts about the show:

- I loved the show’s cinematography. It didn’t feel like a tv show at all

- Soundtrack is just *chefs kiss*

- TVA Loki my beloved. I honestly think TVA Loki might be my favorite version of Tom’s Loki so far. This show finally gave us the opportunity to really delve deeper into Loki, who he is as a person, how does he form relationships with people outside his family. It was just so fun to see different sides of him, like making a friend, falling in love? I never thought I’d ever see that. Especially not after IW

- Really liked his reaction to watching his ‘greatest hits’ and realizing his family actually loved him. Loki was always kind of a softie who genuinely cared about his family and seeing his parents’ (and his own) deaths was so emotional

- Infinity Stones being used as paperweights for the TVA will never not be funny. It broke my mind and sent me into existential crisis just as it did with Loki.

- Loki needs to give Casey a fish at some point. Or take him to an aquarium.

- Mobius needs his jet ski in season 2. I also want to know more about Mobius and his backstory. What was his Nexus event, does he have a family, what is his real name?

- I really liked his friendship with Loki and the fact that he’s canonically Loki’s first real friend. Loki needed a friend (the W3 and Sif were never really his friends, Loki just tagged along I guess) and I’m happy he finally has one

- I need to find out more about B-15, who she was, her real name...Wunmi absolutely killed it during “I looked happy.” scene. God, that bit broke me

- Ravonna was sus to me from the start and she’s also one of the characters I want them to explore more. Especially now since Kang and his variants are also involved.

- Sylvie is probably my favorite new character introduced. I knew Sophia’s gonna play Sylvie and she’s gonna have a large role, but damn I didn’t expect to love this character as much as I do. There’s so much more left of her to be explored and I think her arc in season 2 will be amazing

- I saw that Loki/Sylvie romance coming the moment Lamentis episode ended. There were so many hints in that episode, I’m actually surprised so many people viewed them as having a sibling type of dynamic.

- I know that their love story is not a typical straightforward romance, but also serves as a metaphor for self love, but I found the idea of Loki falling in love with someone who is an au version of him, but also isn’t him both interesting and hilarious. Also, it was adorable especially that blanket scene in the void. There’s just something adorable about Loki being a complete softie for someone else. You know what, I’m rooting for them. I hope they get their happy ending, they deserve it.

- Literally every character in this show deserves their happy ending. Like, just the idea of the variants not knowing who they are, being brainwashed and forced to work for this organisation...*happy endings for everyone please*

- Majors’ variant of Kang, aka He Who Remains was everything and is right behind Sylvie as my new favorite character. The guy absolutely killed it and I need more of him and his (many) characters/variants right now. Plus I would’t mind if we see this particular version of He Who Remains again.

- The way they made Loki come out as bi was also so well done and I’m so happy they acknowledged that. Disney is notoriously bad with LGBT+ representation so the fact that the creators of the show managed to put that in was everything. I heard the director was fighting real hard for that to be made canon and I appreciate her effort.

- We were shown more of Loki’s abilities. It was about damn time.

- Alligator Loki is the baby Yoda of the marvel verse. I loved the theory that there’s an universe in which Alligator Loki was adopted by Crocodile Odin.

- Classic Loki.....Richard E Grant stole that episode. God, I wouldn’t mind an episode that focuses strictly on Classic Loki, he was just such a great character and he broke my heart

- I wonder if Kid Loki will travel to the main timeline and join the Young Avengers at some point

- THROG

- I really liked how they established that variants are basically their own people. Their own beings, they each have their own backstories, autonomy, clear differences that make them THEM. They aren’t copies, they’re individuals. And that they aren’t genetically related, but that they share the same soul and role in their universes (basically temporal aura) because that will also clear up some confusion with upcoming multiverse movies, for example Spiderman

- I suppose Loki confirms that all Peter Parkers in NWH are basically variants of Peter Parker, but just like Lokis, they aren’t the same, which explains why they all look different and why they also have different aunts and families. It’s not DNA that makes someone a variant of a certain being, it’s a soul. A role.

- I really hope that that one rumour of various Stephens in MoM actually turns out to be true.

- Strange is gonna kill Loki and Sylvie

- Which brings me to the last take:

- Ralph is totally Peter. I am clowning yes, but lemme have this.

Overall, I really liked the show. I loved it in fact. It was really character driven and didn’t focus much on action, which is a plus for me, because I rather watch characters talk and interact with each other than action sequences.

The bad thing is that now I’l have to wait at least 2 years to see what happens next. And I’m curious if there’ll be a bit of a time jump between both seasons.

#loki #loki series #loki show #tom hiddleston #sylvie #sophia di martino #mobius #owen wilson #ravonna #gugu mbatha raw #jonathan majors #kang #sylki #ralph bohner #quicksilver

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acinongalli · 2 years ago

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Was not tagged, but Nameless left the invite open, so...

1. were you named after anyone?

yes, my legal name is technically a biblical name (mega cringe) though it only appears once in the whole book. (name would be Ethan, btw) My preferred name, Galli, comes from my legacy days in Sea of Thieves, when I would solo on a galleon. People called me Galli and I loved the name so much I kept it all these years.

2. when was the last time you cried?

My grandfather, one of my greatest allies and friends, died two days ago. I miss him a lot...

3. do you have kids?

Brother, I'm only going to be 19 this year, I hope I dont have kids.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Irl, almost every other sentence. Online, tone can be a bit harder to decipher, and I never got into using tone indicators. If I'm gonna specify I'm being sarcastic, isn't that like explaining a joke to someone. Might as well be dead serious/funny.

5. First thing you notice about people.

Usually eyes or body language (tense, relaxed, etc). I'm small and light, so I always read body language in case someone wants to start some shit with me.

6 eye color?

green-gray / blue-grey, kinda depends on the lighting. I've heard both used to describe me.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

I get massive second-hand anxiety from the smallest things, so I prefer happy endings. If only realistic endings were an option...

8. special talents.

Very advanced reading speed and vocabulary (i was the kid reading entire textbooks out of boredom), proficient writer, and invisibility/stealth, because people rarely ever notice me, even professors and my family.

9. where were you born?

San Diego, California is what's on the birth certificate. I call Munich, Germany my other birthplace though, since my parents had just immigrated from there right before i was born. So legally its only San Diego, but mentally, both ;3

10. hobbies.

I do writing, coding, play guitar/drums, some art (I suck), and local esports. Also hiking, when possible. The American South has very few worthy mountains, unlike Cali.

11. pets?

yep, I myself have a dog, but my aunt who lives in our house has 2 dogs of her own I help care for. (left is one of my aunt's dogs [they're twins so both look the same], right is my big lovable chocolate lab-pit mix.)

12. sports?

I play golf. thats about it. Most other sports could get me trampled like the runt I am. :|

13. How tall are you?

5'4-5'5... hmph.... as a bonus, since i mentioned it before, also weigh 102 lbs. Some of my buddies use me as a exercise weight (once a battering ram. ow) plz dont call me smol like others do.

14. fav subject in school?

Computer Science. The teacher was a retired soldier and gave 0 fucks as long as you didnt bother him. 3 highschool years of playing games and watching youtube in that class.

15. dream job?

Cybersecurity Manager. hence 3 years of Computer Science classes. Got most of the certifications too. Maybe one day... Author is a close second though.. if you couldnt tell from previous answers. :>

ill tag @disconekt13ff @the-vamp-ram @your-favorite-closeted-bi @amingethia and @not-ur-goth-girlfriend. I cant remember any more people off the top of my head. Anyone else seeing the post, feel free as well lol.

I take my leave now...

15 questions, 15 people

I feel like I might've done this before? I forgor

tagged by @asbealthgn

1. Are you named after anyone?

kinda sorta- I changed one of my names to my grandma's last name because she's my hero

2. When was the last time you cried?

like yesterday I think (death of a book character)

3. Do you have kids?

FUCK NO

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah but I can't tell if I use it too much ya know?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

their eyes I guess? either that or nose because I'm short

6. What's your eye color?

very dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings, I'm a big baby

8. Any special talents?

I can copy pretty much any drawing without needing to trace

9. Where were you born?

east coast united states

10. What are your hobbies?

just reading and playing video games (slime rancher, minecraft, and stardew are my go-tos)

11. Do you have any pets?

three dogs and a cat

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played baseball when I was 7, I miss it

13. How tall are you?

5'3" (ew)

14. Favorite subject in school?

science! english class took the joy out of writing

15. Dream job?

don't judge ok: youtuber/streamer (cringe ik)

tag list: @kinddogg @beep-beep-robin @rat-teefs @navnae @unclewaynemunson @dictionarydyke @steviesbicrisis @princessstevemunson @strawberryspence @legitcookie @azrielgreen @infinite-orangepeel @hey-rowan @stevethehairington @heavenlycrashes

#QnA ig

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astranva · 4 years ago

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Not One of Them | Pt. 2

Pt 1

Word Count: 4k

Category: Fluff!

Warning: None

Summary: Faith wears her Harry dress, they have breakfast, and 4-year-old Faith has a gift for Harry.

“Mommy?”

You and Harry instantly pulled away before you turned, looking down at your daughter who was rubbing her eyes before you kneeled beside her bed.

“Hey, baby.” You cooed, watching as she squinted before she turned from you to Harry, trying to make sense of who was standing in her room.

Slowly her eyes widened, and it was when Harry smiled and waved, letting out a small “hi” that she gasped.

“A-Are you Mr. Harry Styles?”

You giggled to yourself, looking up at Harry before he knelt beside you on the floor and offered his hand for a handshake. “I am, but call me Harry. You’re the beautiful Faith?”

Faith sat up, putting her small hand in his and shaking his hand before she grinned. “Yes, but call me Faith.”

Harry laughed, gently shaking her hand which felt too small in his gigantic one. “Your Mum told me a lot about you.”

“Really?” Faith beamed before looking at you, “Did you show him the video?” She whispered, although her tone was definitely loud enough for Harry to hear.

You nodded, “I did. He said he wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?” Faith turned to Harry, the smile not leaving her face.

“Very much. Tell you what,” Harry inched closer, “How about you get your sleep and then tomorrow we can meet over breakfast? Would you like that?”

Your heard fluttered, jingled, danced, gleamed, you name it. You turned to look at him with slightly parted lips, looking at him as if he grew two heads.

Eagerly, Faith nodded before looking at you, “Can we, Mommy? Please, please, please?”

You laughed in disbelief, still looking at Harry before shrugging, “I mean I don’t see why not. Only if Harry is 100% okay with it.”

“I’m a 101% okay.” He assured you, giving you a nod and a smile.

“Mommy makes the best pancakes.” Faith said.

“Is that so?” Harry smirked, tearing his gaze from Faith to you, “I think we need to test that, love.”

You chuckled, “Fine. Breakfast here.” You agreed before looking at Faith, standing before bending to kiss her forehead, “But you, missy, need to sleep. It’s past your bedtime.”

“Can you sing me a song, Harry? I like your singing.” Faith asked as she lied down.

“Baby, he ca-”

“I’d love to.” And to assure you, Harry put a hand to your back, eyes set on Faith as he kept his voice gentle.

Your lips parted, staring at him as he inched closer to your daughter, asking her what song she wanted him to sing.

“Canyon Moon.” Faith beamed, reaching beside her to grab her dinosaur and cuddle it against her before she turned to face Harry.

“Canyon Moon it is.” Harry nodded, getting comfortable on the floor and crossing his legs before clearing his throat. “Gotta see it to believe it…”

And you watched. You sat beside him, eyes going from him to your daughter, being too speechless and motionless to react whenever he’d reach to pat her head or whenever Faith would quietly sing along with him. You watched the man whom you met only a day before sing to your daughter, lulling her to sleep.

You watched Harry pull the covers up and on her shoulder as Faith’s eyes finally shut, her breath going steady.

“She’s out.” He whispered, finally turning to look at you.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded, getting up with him on right behind you before you turned on her night light before getting out, leaving her door ajar.

Harry was worried. He feared that he had crossed his limits, doing something that no stranger would do. He wouldn’t have thought so if it weren’t for the lack of words that left your lips as the both of you stood in your living room.

He found himself sighing, taking off your crossbag which he almost forgot he was wearing, putting it on your couch before a hand was placed on his hip, the other one reaching to brush back his hair. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that back there with Faith, I know you probably don’t want her getting the wrong idea or-”

“Do you regret it?”

And finally, you talked.

You looked as nervous as he was, rocking on the balls of your feet as you clutched your hands together in front of your body.

“What?”

“Do you regret it? Singing her to sleep? Meeting her?”

“No. I don’t.” Harry replied in a heartbeat, slowly approaching you, “She’s a lovely kid,” he whispered, standing right in front of you with little space between the both of you. Harry reached up, gently grazing your skin with his knuckles, “You did an amazing job, Y/N.”

And that was it. The lump in your throat, the itching in your nose, your eyes growing tearful, it made Harry frown as he cupped your face.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? Did I say- Did I do anything wrong?”

“No,” you sobbed, “God, no, far from it.” You sniffled, “I just- Nobody has ever sung her to sleep except me.”

His heart swelled. He didn’t know what to say and thankfully, you went on.

“My mom tried a few times but Faye never sleeps when someone else sings to her.” You cleared, “This is all too much for you and it’s only our first date a-”

And God, he wanted you to stop talking so he took matters in his own hands and pressed his lips against yours, feeling you melt right there and then before you kissed back, your hands going up to hold onto his wrists as he gently held your face in his hands.

It was sweet and short, sufficing to do the job of making you shut up and because Harry just really thought kissing you had to be one of the greatest feelings he had ever felt.

Pulling back, the distance between the both of you remained little. “Then let me take you out again,” he softly said before pecking your lips, “And again,” this time, he pressed a kiss to your nose which had your face scrunched up and had him smile, “And again,” your left cheek, “And again,” your right cheek, “And some more.” Finally, again, your lips.

“This is a responsibility, you know that?” You asked, eyes gazing into his, “Harry, I can’t have her get attached to you just so you can one day decide to leave because you want out of this. I’ve never done this before,” you admitted, “I never had to explain to her the absence of a figure in her life because I never allowed a single person close enough to me like that, to her. I don’t want her growing up seeing temporary partners in my life either.”

“And I admire that, I do.” Harry said, moving his hands until he had them on your waist, “We have all the time we need, that you need. Slow, yeah?”

You nodded, “But you have to make it to breakfast tomorrow.”

“Only if you want me to.” He smiled.

“I do,” you assured, wrapping your arms around him before pulling him into a hug, pressing your cheek against his chest, “Just- No kissing or anything in front of her, okay? We’re just friends to her.”

“Just friends?”

“Just friends.”

“Well, friend,” Harry chuckled, pulling away and looking down at you, “I hope you didn’t friendzone me because I would really love to take you out on a second date.”

“I don’t know, I think I did.” You joked, laughing quietly as you looked up at him, watching as he tipped back his head and laughed.

“Well, just friend, would you mind giving me a kiss goodnight?”

“I don’t like my hair.” Faith groaned from her seat on the kitchen table.

“Faye, we changed your hairstyle 3 times.” You commented, flipping a pancake.

“I just don’t think I like it.”

“Well what do you want?”

“Can you do these buns here?” She asked, putting her hands on her head, showing you that she wanted space buns.

“Alright, final hairstyle. If you don’t like them, just let it down, okay?” You asked, putting the pancake on a plate before turning off the stove and walking towards her.

“When will Harry be here?” Faith asked as you unbraided her hair.

“Should be here in a minute, Nugget.”

“Is he your friend?” She asked as you began twisting her hair into a bun at the top of her head on the side.

You only hummed in confirmation.

“Does that mean you don’t kiss?”

Your eyes widened, glancing down at her to see that she was casually playing with her dinosaur. “Uh, yeah? Why?”

Faith shrugged, “I don’t kiss my friends, but I see Aunt Cece doing it all the time with uncle Sean, and I saw Boyd’s parents kiss, too. So maybe you and Harry don’t kiss because you’re just friends.”

Well damn was your daughter clever.

“Yeah, Harry and I are just friends.” Who went on a date and kissed way too many times but that was a story for another time.

Yours and Faith’s heads turned once the door bell rang, you instantly taming your hair and straightening your blouse.

Faith was out of her seat in a second, running towards the door with you hot on her heels. “Faith, what did we say about you opening the door?”

Timidly, Faith’s movement halted with her hand on the knob before she looked at you with a bashful smile.

You peaked through the peep hole and surely enough, Harry stood with two bouquets, looking to the side.

“Go ahead.” You signaled with a smile, watching her open the door.

“Harry!”

Your eyes moved from your daughter’s grin to the man on the receiving end. In off-white corduroy pants, a striped cotton t-shirt underneath, a black Statesman jacket, black vans, and a black short crossbag across his chest, Harry stood with two bouquets; one was of strawberries – which had you grinning – and another was a single sunflower.

“Come in, come in.” You attempted to contain your grin as you moved aside, Faith jumping up and down in excitement with a wide grin on her face that lit her face up.

As soon as Harry went inside, he knelt down, looking at Faith with a soft and genuine smile on his face, “This is the best dress I have ever seen. You look beautiful.”

“Right?” And as if to add emphasis, Faith gave a twirl in her dress – the Fine Line black tee. “Do you like my hair?” Faith raised her fingers to point at her space buns.

“I love your hair!” Harry’s eyes widened as he exclaimed, “Did you do it yourself?”

Faith shook her head, stepping closer to you to lean on your leg, “Mommy did.”

Harry looked up at you, eyes glimmering, before he stood up, eyes set on you. “Mommy did a great job.”

You smiled, your hand finding its way on her shoulder.

“Oh,” Harry’s eyebrows went up, “This is for you.” He handed Faith the sunflower, watching her gasp before taking it from him.

“Sunflower! Like your song!”

Harry’s heart seemed to make a dance of its own at the comment, smiling bashfully at the 4-year-old before nodding, “Just like my song.”

“What do we say, Faye?” You asked her quietly, feeling like you were about to melt at the interaction.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled before looking back at you, reaching to hand you the strawberry bouquet with a small smirk, “And this one’s for you.”

Your face heated up, taking the fruit bouquet from his hands before tilting your head slightly, giving her an appreciative smile, “Thank you. They’re lovely, but you didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I wanted to,” Harry clutched his hands behind his back, “Besides,” he cleared his throat, leaning forward a little as to whisper, “I have to make a good first impression.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him, “My daughter is wearing a t-shirt from your merch. I think the impression is quite nice.”

The 3 of you then had walked towards your dinning table where you had set the food prior to Harry’s arrival, the table being beside a huge window which had done a great job at letting the sunlight through, a vase of baby pink and white tulips in the middle while the food decorated the rest of the small circular table.

“Mommy, can I put this here?” Faith asked after she climbed up on her chair, her sunflower in one hand while the other pointed at the vase.

“Yeah, of course.”

Gently taking out the flower from the biodegradable wrapping paper, Faith sat on her knees before reaching forward to place it.

“Harry, coffee, tea, orange, apple, peach juice?” You asked.

“Orange would be great, thank you.”

With a smile your way, Harry stood politely by a chair close to Faith’s, watching you nod before going out of sight to the kitchen.

Knowing your daughter’s favorite is apple juice and yourself wanting orange, you poured the juices in glasses before placing them in a tray and going back to where Faith and Harry were, chuckling to yourself when you saw Harry standing and nodding to the story Faith was telling him, seeming to be very invested in it.

“And then-and then, Mrs. Castillo made me play with her puppy.” She concluded with excitement.

“Really? She did?” In a matching tone of excitement, Harry responded, “That’s so nice of her. Do you like puppies so much?”

As you placed the juice glasses in their places beside the plates, you knew that your daughter had eagerly nodded.

“I want to get one but mommy says we can’t now.”

“Hey, sit,” you motioned to Harry, watching as he sat on the chair opposite to yours, “And yes.”

“Why’s that?” Harry asked.

“Because,” you began as you put two pancakes on his plate to which he mumbled a “thank you” for, “I don’t think I can handle this one and a dog at the same time now. It’s too big of a responsibility.”

“Puppies really are a responsibility,” Harry agreed and nodded at Faith as he cut a piece from his pancakes, “Mummy’s right.”

“But I’ll take care of it.” Faith frowned, holding on to her utensils.

“I know you will, baby, but it’s going to go through a teething phase where they destroy and chew on everything, and it’s going to need potty training, and about 2 walks a day. It’s a lot right now but I did promise you that we’d get one when you’re older, right?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “Can we get a fish?” Faith then turned to Harry, “Like the one in your video!”

You chuckled as you saw Harry’s face turn to one of amusement, maybe because he wasn’t sure that she had seen it. “That was a big fish, wasn’t it?” You asked.

“What happened to it? Do you still have it?”

Your innocent daughter definitely didn’t know that the fish was real and you weren’t going to destroy her imagination like that anyway.

Harry glanced at you before looking back at her, “It’s back in the ocean with its family and friends.”

“Did you name her?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, before he reached a hand to wiggle it at Faith, “Named her Faith.”

Faith broke into giggles, “No, you didn’t.”

“We’ll never know.”

“How about you eat your food and let Harry enjoy his for a little bit?” You suggested with a chuckle.

A minute later, you and Harry broke into a conversation about lyrics and the writing process of some songs.

“Sometimes I’d have these lyrics written, and I have a tune in my head and things are just- very poetic,” You said as Harry nodded in understanding while chewing on the strawberries you had placed on his plate, “And then the final product would be this upbeat song that completely drowns the lyrics and I just go,” your eyebrows went up, “Oh.”

“I get that,” Harry nodded, “It sucks. Like yes, music itself is amazing and working on the beat is enjoyable but some people just don’t give the lyrics any justice.”

“Exactly,” you pointed at him, “I remember writing this one song about,” you paused, discreetly tipping your head to the side, “You-know-who,” and by the looks of it, Harry had understood that you meant your ex and Faith’s father, “And it was so heartbreaking that I remember being so astonished by it and I wanted to like, release it out there, so somebody linked me with this A-list singer and the first demo session was just-“ You cringed.

“Did they end up singing it?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Nope. Might have lost a good deal but I just,” you shrugged, “I couldn’t have my words drowned out like that, especially these words.”

Reaching forward, Harry placed his hand on top of yours, “You did the right thing.”

Your eyes were on your hands, face heating up as you smiled to yourself while brushing your hair back, Harry clearing his throat with a smirk before looking at Faith.

“So, that fish…”

Faith sat on a chair, legs dangling as she had a pillow on her lap, her sketchbook on top of it as she drew while you and Harry sat beside each other on the couch beside her, low noise coming from the television that played a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode.

“You actually bit off the tip of your tongue?” You asked in shock, a hand to your heart.

Harry nodded, “Yup. Jumped out of a window and I just, hit my chin with my knee.”

“Why would you even jump out of a window?” You laughed.

With a shrug, Harry sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “I was high.”

Alright, maybe he didn’t want to let you know that. Maybe you’d think he was a heavy druggy. Maybe you’d kick him out. Maybe you’d ghost him because you couldn’t have your daughter around someone who got high.

“Ah, looking for inspiration?” You asked, no sign of any annoyance or worry.

He nodded, “Nothing too heavy though. Shrooms.” Harry said quietly, making sure that Faith couldn’t hear the conversation.

“I had a friend once,” you giggled, sitting straighter, “She got promoted and where she works, they usually host a party to celebrate, right?”

Harry nodded along, subconsciously smiling like you were, his eyes traveling from your eyes to your lips to your eyes again.

“And she’s just the worst with words. Like, really bad, used to fail so many courses back at uni. And she had to give a speech. So before the party, she had some shrooms and Harry, I kid you not, that might as well have an Academy award speech.”

“No way!”

“Yes! And everyone was just so emotional and it later got posted on YouTube, has about 300 thousand views, and nobody knows that she was high all along.”

You and Harry laughed together, you leaning on the couch on your arm as you were both turned towards one another.

“Put Matthew McConaughey to shame.” You jokingly added.

“And then look at you,” Harry tilted his head, a small smile on his face, “Doing it all while sober.”

“Aw, no.” You waved him off bashfully.

“No, seriously. You’re a lyrical genius, Y/N. Besides the awards, everybody knows when it’s a song that you wrote. There are a lot of songwriters who go unnoticed but-“ he shook his head, “Not you.”

You couldn’t reply. What was there to say? Thank you? A “thank you” wouldn’t have done his words, his tone, or the butterflies in your stomach any justice.

Maybe it was why you felt yourself leaning closer, Harry mirroring your actions slowly, gaze on your lips.

It was soft and gentle the moment your lips were against each other, nothing heated, nothing heavy – just gentle and soft.

So much for not kissing with your daughter around.

“Harry, look!”

You both instantly pulled away, Harry clearing his throat as he turned and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, biting the inside of his mouth to stifle the wide smile that wanted to break out on his face.

Faith was in front of him in a second, holding out a paper for him.

“I made you a gift.” Bashfully, Faith said quietly as Harry held the white paper, looking at it.

Your shoulder against his, you looked over and your heart fluttered.

Three stick figures were standing alongside one another, a tall one, a shorter one with longer hair, an even shorter one with two small balls on its head, a yellow flower beside the last figure.

“This is you,” Faith pointed at the tallest figure, “This is Mommy, and this is me. And this,” pointing at the flower, “The sunflower you got.”

Right above the figure was a big, asymmetric red heart.

Your stomach fluttered, looking at your daughter for a moment before looking at Harry.

It looked like Faith had taken a liking to Harry – one that was bigger than you had expected.

Harry was speechless, eyes on the drawing as he felt his face heat up from the admiration, the innocent act being enough to have him feel like crying.

“This is the best gift anyone has ever given to me.” And he meant it. Looking at Faith, he looked into her eyes – which he had realized were exact replicas of yours – “Thank you so much, Faith.”

You couldn’t help but feel like tearing up when Faith threw herself on him, struggling but managing to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug.

It seemed to have surprised Harry, too for a moment, but it took a second for Harry to help Faith up properly on his lap, hugging her back.

Faith was affectionate, you knew that, but she was never that affectionate with people other than family and the people she had grown up surrounded by. It was why you backed a little to watch, your hand loosely on your mouth.

“Thank you for breakfast,” Harry said as he stood by the door with you, “And the talk, and everything.”

“Thank you for coming. Faith and I had fun,” you smiled down at the ground before looking up at him, “I’m sorry if it was too much – with the drawing and Faith hugging you and talking your ear off and e-”

“Are you kidding?” Harry shook his head with a small laugh, “That was the best thing to happen to me in a long time. I’m framing that drawing the minute I’m home.” Harry patted his crossbag, where the drawing lied.

“She’s actually never like that with new people,” you admitted, “I’m surprised myself.”

“What can I say?” Harry teased, “I have my ways with kids.”

“Ha ha,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “You associate yourself with single moms often?”

“No, just the beautiful and talented ones.” He gave you a shrug, “That was very cheesy.”

“It was,” you laughed, “But it’s alright, I liked it.”

“Well then, we’re okay.” Harry nodded with a smile.

“We’re okay.”

A second passed before Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “You doing anything on Friday?”

“Not that I know of, no.”

“In that case,” his face softened, “How does dinner sound?”

“Dinner sounds lovely.” You smiled, clutching your hands together against your front. “But you know we need to start working, right?”

“Then how about we work then maybe cook a homemade meal at my place?” He suggested, “Faith is very much welcome to come.”

“Faith and work? Yeah, right,” you cringed, “I can drive her to mom’s for the day, it’s when my mom has my cousins over anyway so she’ll be alright.”

“If anything goes wrong, just tell me. I can get her anything she needs for entertainment.” Harry spoke honestly.

You smiled, stepping closer to him, “I’ll let you know.”

“Good. 5?”

“5.” You nodded.

“So it’s see you soon.” Harry smiled softly, looking down at you before gently moving one hand to your waist, leaning down to press his lips softly against yours.

“See you soon.” You repeated quietly against his lips as you pulled away.

“Call me?”

You nodded, licking your lips, watching as Harry’s eyes glanced at your lips again. Saving him the movement, you leaned closer to peck his lips.

hes.updatesss: Harry restocked the black and the white Fine Line t-shirts and added kids’ size on his website!

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