#apologies for the bait lol

[els-moonleaf]

✨ two bros chilling at the river five feet apart cause they’re not gay ✨

partially inspired by ocacd (@tragediegh i’m sorry it’s taking over my brain) and partially by my suspicion that canon fitz does not bathe nearly enough

(i’m still not happy with the colours hence the sparkle)

[shirine0]

i wanna be a limousine machiiiiine

[liquidstar]

all of the previously untranslated "dear society" suddenly got uploaded to mangakakalot a couple weeks ago out of no where so yes i DID read it and yes i DID cry doing so. several times in fact. i really liked it.

[persephoneflouwers]

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Consider this a part 2 of Can't Escape the Nightmares cuz I keep getting ideas for this story 🙃

Pairing(s): Jasper Hale x Human!Reader, platonic!Rosalie Hale x Human!Reader

Warnings: mentions of past assault, mentions of past rape, noncon themes discussed, reader is jasper's mate, platonic!rosaliexreader, human!reader, nightmares, trauma, ptsd, dark content, mention of blood, brief mention of murder/death, hurt&comfort, ft the cullen fam, yes i'd like to sign up to be protected by rosalie ✋🏼, and my depressive ass could certainly use a man like jasper lol

Words: 1253

Summary: It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of that day in the woods.

They'd smelled your blood from miles away, noticing that it grew closer and closer until Rosalie was upon the doorstep with you dangling in her arms. Your eyes were open, though void of expression; merely staring at these near angelic looking family with gold hued eyes.

Your injuries were nothing major, yet your blood yanked at their olfactory senses.

And Jasper was helpless when, eyes being engulfed by jet black.

The expression in Rosalie's expression though kept him at bay.

"Get him out of here. He can't handle it." Rosalie snaps, her hold on you growing tighter.

Intently watching Jasper's every move, you see the rigidity of his frame and the back and forth sawing motion of his jaw. He must have ground his teeth to oblivion, at least that's what you thought.

Never imagining the true inner turmoil that was engulfing his every sensibility. Jasper's perpetually cold skin suddenly felt like it was on fire. A monster scratched at his mental door. A monster that wanted to taste every inch of your skin before sinking his straight, razor teeth into your delicate paper-like flesh.

"Jazz, snap out of it." Edward motions for Emmett to keep him back. His hiss is low as not to scare you further. Knowing all the horrors you had just gone through

The fog that reduced his head to a warm flush lifts enough for him to finally notice the state you were in.

Large splotches of red and rich purple are smattered across the entirety of your arms and legs, with a giant one blooming on your jaw. His stomach recoils at your lack of clothes. Connecting the visual clues together to realize what had happened and why Rosalie was dyed in a mess of different blood types that didn't belong to you.

You were already broken.

Suddenly that monster was silent, it too watching with baited breath as Rosalie carries you up the staircase and to Carlisle's office. The older blonde vampire quick and on her heels.

Jasper's monster seemed to take that moment to decide something that was against its very nature: it would protect you, guard you and keep you.

There will always be that hunger in him for your blood. But no longer would he be ruled by it.

When exhaustion finally swept over you, Jasper peeks his head into Carlisle's office. Rosalie sat on the floor in front of the couch you were asleep on.

She's in front of him in a flash, barring him entrance with a fatal snarl.

He dare not mess with this gold mama bear.

It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of-

"They can't hurt you again." Edward mentions behind you as you stood in the front door, hand quaking above the doorknob.

That didn't relive the nausea in your stomach. Your eyes shut tight and Edward winces when your mind immediately goes to the day that you were assaulted.

When you catch yourself you immediately apologize and take a step back. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, don't apologize." He's firm on this and finally you turn around. Surprisingly, the Cullens had understood the trauma you had gone through more than you would have thought. Every one of them had gone through a horrifying event much like your own. Rosalie's was almost identical to your's and possibly the very reason why she had saved you and killed those monsters who abducted you. And has protected you since then. She reminded you of a mother hen.

When Jasper first showed interest in you, Rosalie actually became aggressive toward him; telling him that you weren't ready for such a relationship. That you needed to heal more.

Jasper never stepped over any boundaries. He never came close to it. He waited. Helped you whenever you asked for it. Approached you tentatively until you told him that he didn't have to tiptoe around you. Many months were required before this. In the meantime you allowed Rosalie (and to a smaller extent, Alice and Esme) to tend to you and repair your fragmented body.

The only time he used his power on you without your permission was when you were asleep and suffering from your all too frequent nightmares.

"If you want, I can go outside with you. Maybe we can take a short walk around the house." He softly offers when you glance back at the door.

They were all so kind to you, never asking when you'd be ready to leave their house. It never came up. In fact you had the suspicion that Rosalie would insist on you living with them from now on. An unofficial part of the Cullen family.

You knew their secret. Living there, it didn't take long to discover that they were not human. From their perfect pale skin, to their golden eyes, there was something different about them. The way Edward was able to anticipate your every needs or how even being in the same room with Jasper had your anxiety simmering down. Even Alice displayed odd signs that you would have normally passed off as some kind of mental illness when she'd stare off into the distance. You now knew it was her getting a glimpse of the future.

"Thank you, but maybe today isn't the day. . ." You force your trembling lips to quirk up into a tentative smile though it could not fool Edward who could hear the inner turmoil in your mind. He never pushed.

He nods and lets you amble back upstairs to safety. The Cullens required no sleep so their bedrooms were essentially just for decoration. Rosalie and Emmett happily gave up their room so that you could seek out privacy when you were too overstimulated to be in their company. They even bought a tv just to put in the room for you. You didn't know what you did in your life to deserve them.

But before you go to your own designated room, you stop in front of Jasper's with a tentative hand raised to knock on his door. You were always nervous when asking him to hang out with you while Rosalie was gone. You'd heard Rosalie whisper to Emmett one night about you being Jasper's 'mate'. She must have thought you were fast asleep but you heard them discuss the possibility of a relationship between you and the other blonde Hale.

It made you self conscious now when you were near him. You'd known that he was. . . attracted to you.

You jump when his bedroom door opens to reveal his figure. "H-Hi."

His smile is always so sweet and even shy. "Hello."

"Um," Your fingers twist the hem of your shirt anxiously. " well, Rosalie is gone. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a little bit. . . Esme bought me a new dvd. We can watch it?"

Adoring the way his eyes crinkle when his smile broadens, you take a step back to allow Jasper to exit his room and close the door behind him. "Lead the way, ma'am." Your chest squeezes when that southern drawl of his comes out.

Trusting anyone again wasn't an easy journey. But being cradled by the Cullen family was bound to heal some wounds.

And perhaps water the seed of love that had been planted in your heart by Jasper.

[myfandomrealitea]

okay, so- this is coming from someone who really hasn't engaged in fandom discourse, especially regarding shipping and such. I dearly hope this doesn't come across as bait or troll, I'm genuinely curious and want to learn. apologies for the possibly-dumb question, but I really just need to ask-

what is proshipping? and what are 'antis'?

you know how it is, when you ask around you always get a biased answer one way or another. "proshippers are pedos" "proshippers all condone incest" "proship Bad and if you interact You Are Bad" (i think these are 'anti' points of view? am i using that term right? that's the rhetoric ive mainly heard). but despite all of that, i don't know if ive ever actually gotten a straight answer as to just.. what it factually is. because it doesn't feel like the sort of thing that you can boil down to insults or accusations or whatnot. it's all just very confusing to me, especially because i come from a place that essentially just told me to avoid like the plague and never look back. sorry, this became a bit of a ramble, lol. thank you so much in advance, i hope i'm not being a bother or insulting with this ^^;

The modern term; 'proship' (s.a; 'proshipping' and 'profiction') is an evolution of an earlier fandom acronym known as: 'SALS.'

Ship And Let Ship

SALS was one of the earliest fandom adoptions and interpretations of the concept of not bullying others for what they shipped or their fandom interests, and not trying to control or dictate what was "allowed" to be shipped or enjoyed. The most notable origin of SALS was during the early years of accessible fandom via Star Trek, and the present homophobia and misogyny in a largely male-dominated community.

As woman became more involved in fandom spaces, the presence of 'other' ships and pairings began to increase. M/M, F/F that wasn't purely for sexual gratification, and M/O and F/O (where 'O' is Other) pairings were popular amongst women, much as they still are today.

Not only did the presence of women in a "male space" receive a not insignificantly negative reaction, so too did them filling the fandom space with their shipping content. Now; sexism and misogyny and homophobia were not entirely to blame. Again as is still very much present today, people simply Did Not Like Certain Ships or Characters. And as they still do today, they'd spread hate about them and to the people who did enjoy them.

Thus: the birth of SALS.

(In other words: I like what I like and it has fuck all to do with you. Shut up and move on.)

Back then, SALS was mostly contained to just that. Ships and characters. Since back in that era 'taboo topics' and 'sexual content' were still pretty covert, people weren't exactly arguing the merits of incest in public forums and at conventions.

However, as all things do, the internet evolved. Society evolved. Media evolved. And so too did 'SALS' evolve in keeping with the new culture and subjects present in fandom spaces.

Suddenly it wasn't just ships and characters to be advocated for. It was themes. Subjects. Kinks. Plots. The more things people found to enjoy, so too did the more things people found to hate.

'Proship' is actually grammatically pro-ship. As in; in support of shipping. This is why I always state that the modern conceptions of proshipping would more accurately be coined profiction. It is no longer just about ships, but fiction as a whole.

However; the core value and sole inherent point of being proship, SALS, profiction and so forth remains exactly the same:

[I/We] believe you have no right to harm others over the [ship/content] they create or consume and [I/we] do not have the right to dictate what is or is not allowed in fandom spaces.

That's it. Don't harass people for what they enjoy fictionally. Don't try to force them into not enjoying or being able to enjoy it.

Of course, the modern adaption varies wildly in terms of 'additional values' thanks to the evolution of the term and what it can encompass. However, there is certainly no obligation to:

Create or consume content you are uncomfortable with.

Create or consume content regarded as 'taboo' or 'triggering.' Such as incest.

Be involved with any aforementioned content beyond turning a blind eye if its not your thing.

Inherently, anyone who says they're 'neutral' on the matter but firmly believes in minding their own business is just a proshipper refusing to use the label if you're taking the term solely at its core value.

In terms of 'antis' they're just the antithesis of the above. Antis are people who generally believe that fiction is irrevocably tied in with who you are, what you believe/condone, and that real-life limitations and values should also apply to fiction.

Although, its is heavy debated and it wildly varies per individual to the degree this is taken.

(E.g: some 'antis' believe you should only write rape fic if you are a victim using it as catharsis or education. Other 'antis' believe there's absolutely no excuse or reason to write rape fic at all.)

Antis typically believe that enjoyment or being invested in content which is regarded as harmful or illegal in real life is morally unsound and reflects that you're a bad or morally unsound person.

Although I disagree, I can honestly say in some aspects I do understand this reasoning. I don't agree, but I do understand why people may come to that conclusion.

As with proshippers, antis vary from people who simply ignore and block content they don't agree with to radicals.

'Anti' is again a prefix. Although modern adoption of the term uses it as a singular signifier, it would grammatically be anti-[fandom], anti-[character], ect. As was commonly used in the past.

The rhetoric that all proshippers are pedophiles or support incest is common-spread and effective 'anti' propaganda. Similar to how so many people believe 'proship' inherently signifies that you must create and/or consume taboo or darker content.

It doesn't.

¹ Proship may also be accurately termed as simply: 'anti-harassment.' ² Its important to note the 'definition' of these terms may vary wildly depending on the individual. However, detailed above is the most historical use and evolution of the terms and their definitions.

[lilithslittleworld]

The Chosen One

A/N: First Harry fanfic whoop whoop! I realize this is a lil kinky and for that I will not apologize lol.

also this is a tiktok that kind of fueled this fanfic??? *dying*

CW: 18+, fingering, oral sex, bondage, humiliation, Harry (sub) x Reader (dom)

Summary: Tying knots is a very useful charm, especially if faced with danger. But you can think of a better use for it.

"It is very simple," Flitwick's voice echoed against the cold, stone walls of the classroom, "One must simply repeat the incantation 'Nodare nodum' and in a matter of milliseconds, the person or object to who it was directed to will find themselves unable to move."

You sat wedged between Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, both of which had begun practicing the charm on the little piece of string Professor Flitwick had handed out at the beginning of the class. But you were still close enough to overhear the boys' conversations.

"I heard Fred say he used this on a girl a couple of years ago," Ron whispered to Harry, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Harry paid no attention to his friend's remark, far too absorbed in his incantation. Ron huffed at his indifference and was suddenly annoyed with the string in front of him.

"How would that even work?" Harry finally took the bait, only he was serious about his question.

Ron perked up immediately, turning his whole body and attention to his friend. "Well, I never really asked. Kind of gross to think about what my brothers do and don't do. But I think it's to keep one of you still?"

"Okay, okay, okay. I get it, Ron," Harry blushed, returning to the task at hand. You were sure you had seen his eyes widen with excitement at Ron's words but you couldn't be sure. What you did know was that your afternoon with Harry had just become much more interesting.

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There was a soft knock at your door and you were sure it was Harry. To no surprise, there he stood, wand and all, ready to go over potions, your weakest subject.

"Hello, Y/N," Harry smiled politely at you as he walked into your empty dormitory room. Thankfully, your roommates were out at the quidditch pitch, at the library, or God knows where else.

"Hey, Harry," you nodded in response, pulling up a chair for him at your desk. You groaned at the sight of today's lecture notes, dreading the class ahead.

"Don't worry, I think I've found a way to make it more interesting and a little easier to understand," he said gently, as you put your face in your hands. He rubbed your back awkwardly until you peeked up at him, ready to begin the lecture.

Harry made an effort throughout the session to try and make it fun, just as he'd said. But there were more important things on your mind. You weren't crazy for the idea you had, as it was obvious that Harry had a crush on you, though he'd never admit to it alone. The way his stutter came up the second you appeared, all of the hours spent tutoring you so you wouldn't fall behind, and the way his cheeks turned pink when you ran into him. The boy was simply shy and would never make the first move, or any move for that matter.

"What did you think about the new charm?" you asked innocently, rolling your quill around your partially completed homework.

Harry scribbled away but paused to contemplate your question. "I think it can come in handy for a number of situations," he replied. And that was the end of the conversation for the rest of the hour.

You felt deflated after your little studying session, partly due to potions being the subject and partly because of Harry's disinterest. But then something unexpected happened.

"Can I ask you something, Y/N?" Harry asked, as he gathered the last of his supplies from your desk. His facial expression was unreadable but the way he fidgeted with the corner of his cloak gave away his nervousness.

"Of course," you answered warmly.

Harry seemed to struggle to find the words to say because he was silent for half a minute, his eyebrows pinched, almost disappearing behind the curve of his glasses. "It's silly but Ron said something in Charms and it got me wondering. He said Fred had used the spell on girls, when they had...um- you know. Is that something girls really like?" Harry's face was now bright red and his gaze was trained on the floor.

You smiled at the blushing boy before you, trying so hard to contain the laughter that was just about to burst out of you. "Well not all girls, Harry, it just depends on who you ask."

Harry's eyes still wouldn't meet yours. "Is that...something you like?"

"Well, it's not something I've tried yet but it's definitely appealing," you smirked, suddenly aware of the speed at which your heart was beating.

He lifted his eyes to yours, the embarrassment on his cheeks still hadn't vanished completely but it was less pronounced now. "I haven't really tried anything at all if that makes you feel any better," he confessed.

"Well," you said softly, "that's something we could change right now. Aren't you the Chosen One?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head incredulously. "God, what a stupid nickname, huh?"

"I wasn't kidding, you know?" you said.

"I don't even know what to do, Y/N," he sighed, "It won't be any good even if it's something I've dreamed about doing."

The heat under between your tightly pressed legs grew at the idea of Harry thinking about kissing you, touching you, being inside of you. "I can teach you. Tutoring 2.0."

Harry considered your offer in silence, fidgeting with his hands as he did. "Okay. Teach me," he said eagerly, nudging his glasses back into place that had begun to slide down his nose.

You smiled, taking a few short steps until your face was just inches away from his. "So," you began, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke his face with your gentle touch, "You said you've been dreaming about doing this with me?"

Harry's breath quickened as you touched him and you could feel his pulse speeding up as you trailed your fingers down his neck. "I have," he whispered.

"Hmmm...and what have you absolutely dreamed about doing to me?" you murmured, bringing your lips to his neck as Harry stifled a moan.

"I think about you all the time. About how you must kiss, how soft and warm your skin would feel against mine, how you must sound," he choked out, his lips curving into a slight smile as he confessed his fantasies. The poor boy was so clearly flustered by just the idea of you but he seemed to relish it.

Suddenly your lips were on his, no longer interested in formalities. Harry's lips moved earnestly against yours as if you were the air he breathed, the gravity that held him to this Earth. He was a surprisingly good kisser for not having had much experience. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling Harry sigh into your mouth as he ran his hands down your back, pulling you closer to him.

"What else do you think about?" you asked him breathlessly, pulling away to kiss his neck. You knew you had found his sweet spot when the moans he had tried to contain before came tumbling from his lips.

"M-me doing anything and everything you ask me to," he breathed, closing his eyes as your lips made their way down his clothed chest and torso. A shiver ran down your spine as he said those words, his desire for you was now so clear.

"You think you can handle me, huh?" you teased, just barely lifting his shirt with your nose, your lips grazing his stomach. You could feel his stomach quivering beneath your lips, your nose brushing his happy trail, taking in his musk.

"I'm a big boy," he replied, squeezing his eyes shut as you continued to taunt him, sounding so sure of himself.

You were on your knees now, eyelevel with the bulge that was now so visibly tight against his pants. You ran a hand gently over his contained erection, feeling him twitch underneath the cloth that separated you from his skin, his moans now uncontainable.

"Please, Y/N," Harry groaned, the pleading had reached his lust-filled eyes but hearing him beg was all you ever wanted. You had half a mind to tear off his robe along with the rest of his clothes but you knew you needed to pace this evening for the sake of both of you.

Your fingers undid the button on his pants easily, pulling them down as you left Harry in just his checkered boxers and shirt.

"Take off your shirt," you instructed, smiling up at him angelically. Harry nodded intently as he pulled the fabric over his head. His pale chest was slim but strong, a taste of abs showing up further down.

"Perfect," you murmured, kissing his navel and stopping at the edge of his boxers. In one swift tug, they were at his ankles, exposing his warm, hard dick that had bounced against his stomach. You brought your lips softly to his length, kissing it as you made your way up to his tip, your own cunt fluttering as you heard him moaning above you.

"Tie me," he whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you continued to kiss him.

You stopped at his words, his cock in your hand. "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded, his eager smile lighting up his face as you grabbed your wand from your desk. You pointed it at him before whispering "Nodare nodum" and in an instant, Harry's hands were tied behind his back and kneeling before you.

"What are you going to do?"

You took a step back, wordlessly, as you undid your robe, leaving you in your favorite lingerie set. Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of you, you swore you saw him squirm for a second. You leaned down over him, pressing your lips to his, tasting his desperation as you undid your bra.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, looking up at you through his glasses. You smiled, caressing his face with a gentle hand, watching as he leaned his weight against it.

"Wanna taste?" you asked him, playing with your boobs.

"God, yes," he whined, his puppy eyes were working their magic on you. You straddled him, ignoring the fact that you were probably crushing his knees in the process, bringing your breasts closer to his already open mouth. You weren't expecting his mouth to feel so good, so heavenly against your boobs but it did. His tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, his lips dragging themselves along your chest as he sucked on your other boob. The noises he made were exquisite and you could feel him growing harder by the minute between your legs. You took on the silent cue, grinding your cunt against him, both of your moans filling the room.

"Y/N," Harry panted as he struggled to free his hands from the knots he had so desperately begged for before, "Need to feel you."

"Only if you promise to listen to what I say," you murmured, grinding against him at an unbelievable pace. He felt so fucking good beneath you.

"I'll do anything you say," he promised. You pointed your wand at him once again, speaking the word "consummavi" as you watched the ropes untie themselves and vanish in the air.

Harry's hands found your body clumsily, pulling you to him as his lips came crashing against yours. He broke away to kiss your neck, your chest, and over your panties.

"You can take those off," you said, your body trembling with anticipation for some sort of release. You just knew Harry's tongue would do wonders to your aching pussy.

He rolled the flimsy fabric down your hips, his eyes glued to you, gasping when he saw you.

"Lie down," he said, his hands guiding you back towards your bed, laying you gently down on it.

"Looks like someone's taking over," you laughed breathlessly, watching as Harry lowered himself onto his knees, his elbows resting on the edge of your bed, now eyelevel with your open legs.

"I couldn't contain myself," he sighed as he pressed his lips to your inner thighs, his warm breath teasing you, "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

You reached a hand out to stroke his hair as he brought his lips against you. He kissed your cunt with feather-like lips, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Harry's tongue soon made contact with your sensitive bud, tracing soft circles against it as your fingers gripped his hair.

"Harry," you moaned as you looked down at him, a beautiful sight. He kept going, his circles getting faster, the pressure getting harder. You could feel yourself get closer with every second that ticked by, your hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

"Mmm," he breathed, sending vibrations that coursed through your entire being. He was surprisingly magnificent at eating you out, despite it being his first time. But Harry was a fast learner.

"Harry," you tried again but were interrupted by another moan that slipped from your lips, "I want you inside of me."

Harry's tongue slowed down slightly, his eyes meeting yours with an excited expression behind them. After a few seconds, he pulled his lips away from you, climbing up on top of you, his lips against yours.

You broke away from the kiss before it lead to something more. "How about you try that charm on me?" you winked at him, getting down on all fours before him, you back to him and your arms extended back towards him.

"Merlin," Harry breathed, his eyes widening as he realized what you were saying, "Only if you want."

"I do," you assured him. Harry pulled out his wand from his crumpled up robe on the floor and spoke the incantation, the rope tying your hands behind your back. They were surprisingly soft, compared to the one you had practiced on in the lecture.

"Harry," you whined, suddenly impatient with the fact that you still felt nothing, "Please."

In an instant, you felt Harry's hands on your ass, steadying you as to not fall forward. You could feel him spreading you open once more, lining himself with your opening. You whined as he pushed himself slowly into you, surprised at how big he felt inside of you.

"God," Harry choked out, his grip tightening as he felt you, "You feel incredible."

"So do you," you cooed, silently hoping he would soon speed up, "You can go faster."

Harry hesitated, peering over at you. "Are you sure this doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head, "It feels bloody amazing." Harry groaned in response, pulling himself halfway out of you before pushing his cock back inside of you. His hips slapped against your ass, his hands holding your own tied hands as he sped up. You moaned as he hit your G-spot, clenching around him, feeling him twitch deep within you.

"Just like that," you whimpered, the pleasure overwhelming your every sense. You couldn't think straight, all you could think about was Harry's dick going in and out of you.

Harry wasn't any better, his own groans interrupting his incoherent sentences, your name spilling from his lips, hips bucking into your at a delicious speed.

"Y/N," he pleaded breathlessly, "I'm close," was all he could say.

"Cum inside of me," you encouraged him, knowing you too were close to your own orgasm.

"Bloody hell that's hot," Harry groaned, his thrusts slowly becoming sloppier as he neared his climax. You, however, beat him to it. Your orgasm came like a giant wave of pleasure, momentarily blinding you as you felt yourself clench around him, moaning his name as you did. Harry came seconds after you did, his hands gripping your hips tightly, panting your name as he buried himself deep inside of you one last time. Breathlessly, he nuzzled his head against your back, his arms enveloping your waist.

"Wow," he sighed, planting soft kisses on your back and nape.

"Wow, indeed," you agreed, trying hard to catch your own breath, "Think you could untie me?"

Harry apologized profusely and repetitively as you assured him that you were fine. He reached for his wand, whispering "consummavi" as your wrists became bare. You turned to Harry and found him slightly sweaty, cheeks pink, and with a smile, his disheveled hair framing his face. You pulled him back to your bed, nestling your body in his lap, his arms around you as he stroked your arms, your face, your hair.

"You were incredible," Harry said, his lips in your hair.

"Says you," you laughed, "I wouldn't have known it was your first time if you hadn't told me."

Harry smiled, shaking his head slightly, "I don't know about that. But it was even better than I had dreamed."

"Well, you can end your dreaming because I'm all yours, Harry," you whispered.

"Yeah?" he said, pulling you closer to him, his heart beating gently in your right ear as you pressed your head onto his bare chest, "I've been waiting a long time for this day."

"I'm choosing you, Chosen One," you joked, poking his arm as Harry laughed.

"You know," he said, "There is a certain ring to it when you say it..."

You laughed, craning your neck up to kiss the boy you loved once more.

"I'm choosing you too."

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A/N: Okay so Harry kind of dommed for a bit at the end, switch coded fr.

[biancadoes1]

Not sure if you are aware, there is another Lukola tumblr blogger that wrote the following about you….

fuck outta here Bianca & co with that. No subliminals needed.

this is tacky!! We as a fandom have to better and use common sense. Stop letting people who want attention and views to control and bait you. This blogger started rumors saying Nic was depressed and Luke was on an apology tour. Then when it generates traffic for their blog, they come back and say, it was a joke. These people do not like Nic and Luke. It’s one thing to speculate but so many people have hatred behind their speculations. I might not agree with everything posted but you take a clue and just give your theory. You never create rumors for traffic or attention. And I appreciate and applaud you. People thinking JD is going to confess a romantic love on her bday are crazy. These are the same people who said they were deep in love. Where was that NYE kiss/ engagement. After seeing JD post today and NYE, I conclude they are not dating , just friends. If people still think they are dating, these people don’t care if Nic dated a ghost as long as it’s not Luke. I’m not a psychic or read cards, just have intuition. It runs on my family. I feel something good is coming , don’t know when but I feel it. Could I be wrong, yes. But I think this this shipping story will come to an end soon. And when it does, I need people to go back and troll the non/ believers and the folks who jumped ship -ok maybe I’m being petty lol.

Well if they don't have the balls to bring it to my face then idgaf.

Let them talk shit.

I'm just on here sharing my opinion which people are submitting asks for and staying in my lane.

I can't help that they're in love me or something.

[ramenhue88]

Kyoko and Homura

I was reading some fan work (It's about Kyoko and Sayaka baiting Homura to help them with their summer homework) online and the author pointed something out. (Read from right to left)

And it really is true, Homura never calls Sayaka by just her first name. Homura only calls two people by their first name. The first one is, of course, Madoka. The second one is...

Kyoko Sakura I immediately thought of the relationship between these two in the series.

^ This one where Kyoko respects Homura and their deal. She lets Homura deal with Sayaka instead of interfering. There was a vibe of friendly banter with the two of them. Something Homura hasn't shown the other girls in the series. It's because everyone was automatically hostile towards Homura (I mean... can you blame them?). Surprisingly, even when Homura threatened Kyoko (their first meeting where Homura saved Sayaka), Kyoko never took it to heart. She still had the heart to banter with Homura even after that exchange.

^ In this scene where Homura introduces the Walpurgis to Kyoko, she tries to connect to Homura by telling her that the two of them are exactly the same. As the saying goes, birds of the same feather flock together. But I see this as an attempt of Kyoko to get Homura to open up to her instead of having such a professional relationship.

^ This, where Kyoko doesn't angrily lash out at Homura for trying to kill Sayaka, but she tries to get an answer to Homura's actions. Kyoko understands that Homura is a person that acts on reason not on emotion. (But we know she acts more on emotion when it comes to Madoka) So Homura suddenly wanting to kill Sayaka was mysterious to her. (But not for us because we know what prompted her to want to kill Sayaka was for Madoka's sake)

^ In the series' timeline, Kyoko was the only one who knew what Homura can do because Homura told her, AND ONLY HER because Homura knows that she's substantially A LOT weaker if people knew what she can do, see Mami vs Homura in Rebellion. Homura's whole game plan hinges on the enemy not knowing what she can do. So, her telling Kyoko what kind of magic she has, shows that she trusts Kyoko with this knowledge. (Also, side note, Homura really is just the number 1 Sayaka hater, telling Kyoko to "toss that useless hunk of meat aside" lol).

^ In this part Kyoko repeats what Homura told her before and you can see that Homura feels some regret talking to her like that. I would like to think that Kyoko was referring to herself when she said "burden" because Walpurgis IS THE FIGHT and Kyoko will be a burden if she were to survive. But I think what's really happening is that she's just returning what Homura told her. (Like the friendly banter I mentioned earlier). Calling Homura a burden as a one last "GOTCHA!" to her friend. Now let's go to Rebellion.

^ Homura called out to Kyoko first because she was "acting differently from what I know". This just implies that Homura knows Kyoko more than the other 2 (Mami and Sayaka). Homura knows Kyoko as the aggressive and 'in your face' type of person. I also like to think that Homura is closer to Kyoko than them. If Homura were to rank them, it would be. 1. Madoka 2. Kyoko 3. Mami 4. Sayaka (Sayaka hater inbound) When it came to Kyoko too, she also saw Homura as someone who was acting out of character. Thus her comment..

(Bonus: Kyoko's act of friendship is sharing her food because how important it is to her.)

When Homura found out who was the witch, she called Kyoko immediately and updated her.

^ We get this scene where she hurriedly wants to help Homura. Dropping everything that is going on, wanting to help her friend with the problem she's facing.

^ Homura also apologizing to Kyouko as a last farewell to her. In Homura's POV this is her last call before she dies, before she becomes a witch. Homura chose to call Kyoko for 4 possible reasons. 1. It's to update Kyoko on what happened to her. 2. Bid farewell to a dear friend (I like this one the most) 3. Apologize to Kyoko for putting the Quintet in risk, so that she can ease some of the pain in her heart. She wouldn't call Madoka because she already had a heartfelt moment with her in the flower field. This scene, this wonderful scene of these two.

^ This scene alone shows so much about the relationship of this two. Kyouko mourning the loss of her friend and that face touch. It shows how emotionally intimate Kyouko is as a person (We already saw that in the series with Sayaka). And maybe she blames herself for not being able to help Homura with whatever happened. These 2 really trust each other and care for each other. I am inclined to believe that in one of Homura's timelines, Kyouko told her all about her past and Homura in return told her of hers. That would explain the connection these two have. I can see these two as very, VEry ,VERY close friends. In the end of Rebellion. Homura made Kyoko their classmate and put her beside Sayaka because she knows that these two are close to each other and care for each other. Homura knows that this is what will make Kyoko happy.

(Oh Homura, how nice of you)

^ In the final scene we can see Kyoko and Sayaka having fun in their new life thanks to the new world Homura sewed up for them.

^ I don't know what Homura and Kyoko's relationship is in this new world. But I hope it's a good one because the friendship in this two is something that I've always held in high regard in the series.

BONUS This is from a memoria from the gacha game (RIP NA) Magia Record titled, "My School Life". The descriptions reads: Perhaps another world could have existed where Witches weren't a part of my day-to-day life. Maybe I would have gone to school like normal, chatted with friends like normal, and gone home after school like normal. And it's cute that the picture they used is Homura and Kyoko.

[shantechni]

The Redemption of Slash

Seriously, can I take up 33 seconds of your time to share how in love I am with this? Slash was influenced by Raph's constant frustrations with Leo back then, and his mutagen fueled mind was so satisfied when he sent the kid flying across the roof of the building. He wasn't just telling Raph to join him because he was his long time companion and confidant, but because he also used to believe a lot of the things Raph said about his brothers, one of which being that Leo did a terrible job of leading.

By the next season though, he amazingly pulls a complete 180.

I know he technically redeemed himself in Newtralized!, but it wasn't until Battle for New York that he finally tried to make things right with the entire team, and of course Leo isn't so willing to put any faith in him or his abilities (he's such a hypocrite btw, he tried to argue with Slash over Pete being used as bait like Mikey isn't right there lol, tbf Mikey's hardly sent in as bait by this point of the series anymore, but still). They expectedly go back and forth quite a bit for a majority of the first part, wherein Leo is repeatedly doubtful of Slash's leadership and causes the snapper to become frustrated with the treatment he receives. Raph even steps in on one occasion to defuse the situation.

Leo's mind eventually changed near the end of the episode though when he watched Slash defend Pete from a laser blast, and he realizes Slash doesn't truly view Pete as the meat shield of the team. He expresses how impressed he was by the result of Slash's leadership skills, and Slash brightens up over the compliment before proudly responding that he's changed from the turtle that bruised up him and his brothers nearly a year ago (this hits even harder when remembering that he starts to believe Leo's words of doubt for a minute after the Kraang captures them later on).

And the cherry on top of all of this? When both teams reunite after bringing all of the humans back to New York, Leo comes around to rightfully apologize for the way he's been treating Slash, even going so far to refute his earlier words by saying he deserved a second chance after all. And Slash tells him to his face that he was his role model, this is peak cinema fr-

[https-mes-que-un-club]

Barca (and ex la liga) click bait, a thread;

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(Stolen from my Pinterest, DM if you want permission or smth lol, also, my boy Gavi would never apologize )

[sufferu]

Holy heck PLEASE tell me if Subaru’s insecurities are blinding him at LEAST a little bit

There’s NO WAY the others are messing up this BADLY, tell me a lie if you have to there’s no way they’re messing this up so much

How bad are they messing up? 😭😭 Surely not that bad right??? Right???

(This is about BTZ btw)

I DID tag that fic as “Unreliable Narrator” for a reason lol. The misunderstandings that the story hinges on are very much due in part to everyone else just — constantly rolling critical fails, but they’re also due to a whole spell of bad luck that means everything just has the worst possible timing, and also due to Subaru being both incredibly insecure and completely unwilling to let on to the fact that he’s actually feeling very hurt right now.

But — for some examples about how badly this disconnect is going…

Julius: Julius is fully under the impression that he and Subaru are buds. He did try to apologize at first, and pull back a bit, and when Wilhelm roped him into training as a way to try and scare Subaru away from the idea of being a swordsman he immediately protested out of concern for Subaru’s mental well-being — but then Subaru insisted on fighting him and that he totally wasn’t emotionally affected and also Julius is ugly and stupid and he’s totally gonna win this time. Julius genuinely came away from this interaction thinking that 1) Subaru just wants to move on already and trying to be apologetic about it would just be insulting, and 2) Subaru is not just unafraid, but is actively looking to roughhouse with him — an impression that completely falls in line with his memory of old-timeline!Subaru having been a massive masochist.

From here on, Julius feels that he’s constantly being encouraged to be rougher and rougher with Subaru due to Subaru not just never backing down, but also actively escalating situations in an effort to prove just how not-scared he is. He’s genuinely just following Subaru’s lead. But because Subaru is lying about his true feelings and what he actually wants, this arrangement is actively making Subaru’s mental health worse.

Things Julius does in service of this massive miscommunication:

Teases him almost constantly. It’s a lot meaner than he would be with anyone else, but this is SUBARU. He remembers damn well how disappointed and sulky Subaru would get in the old timeline if he didn’t bait him a little now and then. And this current Subaru gets riled up in much the same way, so it must be the same scenario.

Spars with him regularly. He’s terrible at losing on purpose, and also he’s a total show-off who likes taking Subaru by surprise — ie. bring out his spirits for a flashy new move in an eager desire to see Subaru’s reaction to something he has legitimately never witnessed before in his life. He thinks this is all in good fun and that Subaru is having just as good a time as he is (or even that Subaru is having even MORE fun than Julius, because a large part of why Julius likes this is specifically because he believes he is showing Subaru a good time).

Sneaks up behind him after a long shift patrolling in the cold and announces his presence by pressing his freezing hand against the back of his neck to make him scream.

Tries to instruct Subaru about good etiquette in the midst of “lighthearted banter.” He doesn’t realize that Subaru thinks he’s threatening him.

Sits on him at one point. See the Sparring Practice ficlet.

(The BTZ III reveal that Subaru was legitimately terrified of him this entire time HURTS, because it recontextualizes everything that the knight believed had been his way of showing Subaru affection and camaraderie. Julius never, ever wanted to make him feel this bad.)

Wilhelm: Subaru is now Wilhelm’s grandson. Wilhelm forgot to tell Subaru about this. —Well, it’s more accurate to say that he’s trying to prove his worth as a potential grandfather first by eliminating the Witch Cult, but because of this Subaru has no fucking clue that Wilhelm sees him as anything more than an unwelcome pest. This means that a lot of Wilhelm’s attempts to bond with him outside of dueling practice are interpreted…differently.

Wilhelm and Subaru go out for tea at a high-end establishment. Wilhelm spends so much time getting Subaru dressed properly in a suit and tries to use the opportunity as a way to teach him how to conduct himself in formal settings in an environment that is low-stakes and ultimately very much just for fun. Subaru does not understand what is happening and is so caught up in his impression of “Wilhelm hates me” that he interprets all of this in the most hostile light imaginable.

(Did not help that Wilhelm initially suggested that Subaru wear a dress. Wilhelm was just trying to coax out that interest in crossdressing that he already knows is a genuine part of Subaru’s identity. Subaru thought it was an insult about how badly he was failing as a prospective knight.)

He’s not the only one in charge of this, but Wilhelm spends a lot of time teaching Subaru how to read. He tries to be more lax and friendly here than he is during those swordsmanship lessons he wishes Subaru would stop insisting on. Subaru either does not notice or is so on-edge that he thinks Wilhelm is just being subtler, now that he doesn’t have a ready-made excuse to whack him over the head.

Wilhelm initially asked Julius to spar with Subaru in his stead in yet another attempt to scare Subaru off from the sport, but this quickly turned into him ALLOWING them to spar together because he thought Subaru genuinely liked sparring with Julius and caved at the idea of Subaru being able to actually play with a trusted knight in a controlled environment. Subaru interprets his motivations VERY differently here.

Wilhelm is gonna learn that Subaru thinks he despises him and die a little inside. He put off adopting him because he thought he had to prove himself first, but in doing so he may have just destroyed their relationship entirely. He wants to go back and kick himself.

Crusch: I haven’t spoken about Crusch a lot, but her role is fairly important here, even if she might not show up a WHOLE lot. Crusch’s relationship with Subaru is somewhat distant when compared to characters like Wilhelm, Ferris, Julius, and Reinhard — who interact with him almost constantly — but she’s technically the one “in charge” of him at the moment, and she’s prepared to take on that role up until the point Wilhelm finally formally adopts him into his household. This outcome is one that everyone BUT Subaru has accepted as an inevitability.

Crusch believes that her job is to make sure that Subaru has a stable, structured environment that can not just keep him safe, but also serve to instruct him on how to behave himself properly in this new world, because he was INFAMOUS for not being able to conduct himself in what would have been considered an appropriate manner in the old timeline. The only reason he got away with it was because of his many spectacular feats, and everyone knows that they absolutely cannot allow him to put himself in a position where he can accomplish feats like that again — but that also means he’s not going to have an excuse if he screws up and paints himself as a weirdo who should be avoided at best or a jerk who needs the shit kicked out of him at worst. Crusch is very much using a carrot-and-stick approach to try and train him up as a model citizen who won’t get himself in trouble quite so much — but she ends up using the carrot pretty rarely, and when she does he’s often not in a place where he can recognize that that’s what she’s doing.

Also, she’s straight up Not Around a lot of the time because she’s busy as both a Royal Candidate and one of the top leaders of the new Witch Cult Elimination Force. Otherwise…maybe her Divine Protection would clue her into what’s going on a little sooner than it does.

Reinhard: Subaru is now Reinhard’s little brother. Reinhard genuinely completely forgot to tell Subaru this.

Reinhard is now so insanely overprotective of Subaru because he just saw Subaru die…a LOT. And he was almost never there. He will NEVER not be there again, not if he has anything to say about it. And — and he’s going to be a good role model who can teach Subaru not to charge into dangerous situations, and to avoid assassins and mabeasts and archbishops, and to not do stupid stuff like leaping out of dragon carriages while they’re in motion —

Subaru thinks that Reinhard now sees him as a prisoner, or a future crook, or just some untrustworthy fuck who needs constant supervision. Every time Reinhard tries to do fun things like go out for lunch or visit the local gardens or play games in the courtyard, his overprotectiveness makes everything blow up in their faces and paints him as some sort of correctional officer — and Reinhard doesn’t have the emotional intelligence necessary to realize that he’s failing that hard in the first place.

[princessjadyn15]

ok I didn’t really want to make another post about Dark Beginnings since I’ve already made/rebloged a lot of posts related to it but I now feel like doing it since I recently saw someone make a dumb comment about it (they were probably saying it to get attention and rage bait or something but whatever I feel like this is an interesting analysis to do)

“its been 50 years, she's gone, get over it”

There’s just a lot wrong with this take

For 50 of those years he was in a stasis sleep. So to him Maria’s death and the trauma he went through when it happened was pretty recent, I don’t really know how much time has past between sonic adventure 2 and sonic x shadow generations but I’m gonna assume it’s been a couple years (one thing I do want to mention that I feel is a important point is that professor Gerald altered Shadow’s memories after Maria’s death, so that itself is already pretty traumatic considering Shadow probably trusted him during his time living on the ark)

he is going to the ark AKA the place where he experienced his trauma. Now this is kinda based on something someone else said but supposedly the last time he went to the Ark was in the Shadow the Hedgehog game, and he still kinda lost some of his memories. Now he is going back to ark Ark after pretty much recovering all his memories, even his painful ones

he is going up against Black Doom. The main reason he is going back to the ark is because he suspects that the black arms and Black Doom have returned, now I haven’t played the Shadow the Hedgehog game but from what I heard Black Doom was a very evil character, he took advantage of Shadow since he lost his memories and used him to get the chaos emeralds. Not only that but technically Black Doom is Shadow’s biological father since he was created using his DNA (Shadow has never actually called Black Doom father, at least as far as I know). And finally

PEOPLE 👏 EXPERIENCE 👏 TRAUMA 👏 DIFFERENTLY 👏 Now I’m going get slightly personal but as someone who has experienced something traumatic before (not as bad as Shadow’s and it’s different from what happened to him) just because you have moved on doesn’t mean the trauma is just gone, honestly as I was reading some analysis on the episode I for a moment actually thought about what I’ve been through and realized I kinda related to shadow in that moment (which is probably one of the reasons I cried), while I have moved on from what happened the trauma is still there and I may have moments where I remember it and feel sad about it, that’s kinda what was happening with Shadow, he was being reminded of the trauma on a big scale. The first episode was him have a “nightmare” of his trauma and now he has to go back to the ark and face Black Doom, and those visions of him thinking about the life he and Maria could of have, of course he is gonna have a small panic attack, I’ve even seen some people connect the scene with PTSD.

a bit of a bonus but I wanted to link this tweet that kinda inspired me to make this analysis in the first place. Some of the comments under the post are quite interesting and make a few good points

now I do want to point out that I’m still new to the Sonic fandom so it’s possible that some of things I’ve mentioned might of been incorrect or that I might of missed a few important parts, if that is the case I do apologize (I also apologize if there are any grammatical errors as well, I literally made this whole thing at like 9:30pm so I should be in bed lol)

[chicgeekgirl89]

Thanks to @whatsintheboxmh, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @henrygrass,

@lemonlyman-dotcom, and @carlos-in-glasses for the tags!

Not my busiest year, but proud of what I managed to accomplish, especially with the show on hiatus for most of it!

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Or, five times T.K. learns adorable things about Carlos and one time Carlos learns something adorable about T.K.

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Or, five times Carlos learns adorable things about T.K. and one time T.K. learns something adorable about Carlos.

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Tagging @ironheartwriter, @nisbanisba, @emsprovisions, @strandnreyes, @liminalmemories21, @bonheur-cafe and anyone else who wants to!

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previous anon, thank u for not brushing it off as bait since it was a genuine question. the "cartoony" aspect of it is what threw me off, since i couldn't tell if the message was supposed to be "be cautious of what leads to fascism/misinformation is a dangerous tool" and raking fascism seriously vs "friendship and communication are incredibly important" since imo those are two very different themes to tackle with the same character. i very much appreciate u taking the time to answer the question, ur explanation makes a lot of sense and i hope my question hadnt been too jarring

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it's no trouble at all! thank you for giving me an excuse to prove that i actually did pay attention to this game outside of thesclack yaoi and BBWs lol

as for your primary concern - i'd argue that it could very easily be both, but of course it's a VERY delicate balancing act lol. i don't fault anyone who was thrown off by it. part of the reason it works for me is that inspekta feels very much like - not the Originator of all fascist/fascist-adjacent rhetoric within the world of great god grove (earth itself included) but the latest and biggest sucker to fall for it. he came from what's implied to be pretty fucking rough conditions and he never really unpacked any of the effects that might have had on him or whether his eventual success really Justified those initial conditions. and that's before he ascended to godhood in a culture that seems to treat godhood and humanity as mutually exclusive despite tons of evidence to the contrary*. so when his work pays off and he becomes one of said culture's Primary Mythological Figures, his reaction to the grove being a generally pleasant and compassionate place free of many (but not all) of the world's societal ills - one that came to be that way over centuries of hard work, as implied by bauhauzzo - is not "wow, a better world is possible! i should help see this through to the very end" but "oh wow, these guys are soft, huh? good thing i came into the picture when i did! i know what it's like to actually work to achieve something :)"

...that's how it reads to me, anyway. i apologies if this response is a little too speculation-heavy to really explain things.

*the contrary being that while a god is no longer Physically human, they are still very much Mentally human. i imagine this aspect of Grove Culture changes to accommodate this reality postcanon along with Many Other Things, but i digress.