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dewdrop-writes · 3 years ago

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Ok so like first off hello, how are you? And um second, could you do a kazuha oneshot of where he finds God reader first in the Imposter AU? Like he finds them all bruised and like ready to pass out while he was wandering around Liyue and when he finds them, he can hear the wind just whispering “It’s them” or “that’s our creator, help them” (since he’s really in tune with it) and he takes care of them. At some point when we trust him enough, he just brings us to Beidou’s ship and gains the crews trust and belief of being the actual creator over time since a lot of good stuff happens to the crew ever since we/the reader got on the Alcor (ex: the ship barely or hasn’t had any bad encounters at sea or they find lots of treasure easily). Sorry if it was a bit confusing but I hope it’s enough! Take care!

Whispers of the wind

ohhh I love this idea! Kazuha is certainly super in tune with the wind, so he'd definitely be among those that recognizes the creator imo!

And thank you! I've been good! I've caught a little cold I think but nothing that'll knock me down too bad thankfully! I hope you're doing well!

PS: I am not VERY knowledgeable about Kazuha's personality (i read up all there is about him and listened to all his voice lines though) but I tried my best asdfghj I hope you enjoy! <3

Length: 3.7 k

cw: descriptions of injury, self-deprecation

All his life - he'd allowed the world to take him where it pleased. His heart a lone survivor floating in the ocean of the world, the winds tossing him about - always adrift. Always with his gaze on the horizon. Perhaps it was from lack of fertile soil to sink his roots into - he'd been quite young when his clan finally fell apart after years of fighting against the current of wind that was fate.

And he did not mind.

A life of wandering was not a curse in his eyes - nor was it lonely. He'd made many friends along his travels, and he was never alone when the wind and you were with him.

There had been a time, when his outlook was much bleaker - when he had almost given up on the joys of life - Tomo's loss had struck a deep, ever bleeding wound into his heart.

He changed, that day. But still, he carried on.

So, when the winds yet again called to him in an enticing siren-song - calling him away from his journey towards a new destination - he was quick to follow. If there was one thing he could always rely on - it was the winds of Teyvat.

The springtime in Liyue was always beautiful. Even with no roof over his head on most days - and during the times spent on the run from the Vision hunt decree - he always had time to admire it -so very different from his own homeland, yet much alike it too.

Beautiful petals and leaves of red and rose - fluttering adrift in the air, peaceful - floating as freely as he did once his travels first began. The floral scents in the air as he traversed through the wilderness of Liyue. Yaoguang Shoal was much like the islands within the waters of his home. It was peaceful.

Until it wasn't.

The tinge of electro within the air - barely noticeable to the ordinary human, but burning and bitter to him. The calls of the wind became urgent - no longer gently inviting him along - it was pleading for him to hurry where they led.

And he was quick to do so.

The sight was gruesome, to say the least. The shallow waters on the shoreline - sparks flying off it as it acted as a conduit for the electro flowing through it. Shards of rock formations - undoubtedly the remnants of a geo-attack, spiking up from the ground.

Drag marks emerging from the waters - leading towards a hidden away little alcove of a cave. The coppery substance shimmering upon the sand - wetting and darkening it as it clumped together.

The winds were no longer whispering - they were screaming.

And there - barely hidden by the cliffs - he found you, crumpled on the ground - your clothes soaked and torn - the edges of the cuts upon it burnt to a crisp - while the dampness upon you had crystalized away into ice, melting away slowly.

The Cor Lapis cast a gentle, golden glow upon you - he could not even recognize you by sight alone, at first - but the winds around him, desperately edging him towards your insured frame, they were desperate for him to know.

Desperate enough to force him onto his hands and knees - crawling towards you with his weapon long discarded.

When he saw your face - wet sand clumping to it, seeping into fresh cuts painfully - so familiar, yet so wrong, he was startled. The curve of your lips - the arch of your brows - every last detail so much like his god that he did not know what to do with himself.

The Creator needs your help. The winds whispered to him.

Your eyes, tired and scared, stared into his. You were clearly past the point of exhaustion - no longer able to force your broken body to run. You exhaled a dry sob - contrasted by the water flowing out of your lungs as you coughed soon after.

His eyes tracked the coppery substance upon the sand. Scooping it up with his fingers -seeing the golden shimmer upon it. The blood of a god - tinging the sands copper with its golden flow.

There was so much of it.

The entire beach had been peppered with pools of it.

He'd heard the rumors of the one pretending to be the Creator - condemned to death by all. Wanted for their crimes - to pay, to suffer.

Yet you were, indeed, the real deal, were you not?

The winds themselves hammered it into his head - surely, they could not lie?

Not when you bled blood so gold, and were too much like the Creator to be a cheap imitation?

He inched closer, and you closed your eyes - screwed them shut as to not bear witness to whichever means he'd use to end your life.

Kazuha felt his own heart bleed in tandem with your gaping wounds.

He dared not move you - you were fragile enough as you were. But he needed to do something.

So, he built a fire -to keep your shivering form from succumbing to the coldness seeping into you from your dampened clothes. He scrambled up a quick concoction for you to eat - a broth, warm and not too demanding for you to consume. All the while, you watched him with eyes untrusting. Shivered and fought with the aches of your wounds and the fever creeping its way into your body - only managing to weaken your body more.

"Drink, please - you'll need it to recover," were the first words he spoke to you - holding a bowl of steaming broth out to you. You gazed at it, finally feeling the hunger gnawing in your stomach - how long had you gone without food now? Much too long.

With a weak, shaking hand, you took the bowl - your fingers brushing against Kazuha's. Your skin - cold as ice - sent a shiver through him, but he reacted not, allowing you to take the bowl without spilling a droplet.

You shifted slightly, so you could rest your back against the rocks in a somewhat weak imitation of sitting.

"Why aren't you killing me already?" your voice was small, hoarse - and resigned. Your gaze lingered on the sword discarded on the sand - untouched by the wandering Samurai.

"I wouldn't be so foolish as to go against the wishes of the wind itself."

You met his red eyes - a beautiful hue of of wine - of the fluid that flowed through every body - even yours, when you were still in your home world.

"You'd surely be rewarded handsomely for your heroic deed of killing me," you murmured, taking a sip of the broth - feeling its comforting warmth trickle down your throat and heat up your insides. Despite the minimal ingredients, it tasted wonderful.

Perhaps, it was the desperate hunger clawing inside you, that though that, but you cared little, eagerly downing the liquid as though it was your last meal.

It very well could be.

"I care little for monetary rewards or praise sung - if they are gifted to me for the greatest crime against Teyvat." His voice was determined - yet soothing. Finally, something not aimed at you with intent to hurt. Intent to kill.

You smiled bitterly.

"I doubt anyone else would agree. They seem pretty convinced that my existence is a crime against Teyvat. For whatever reason." Your words were bitter and hallow, despite the grimace on your bruised face.

Kazuha frowned.

It was strange, seeing how someone's spirit could be crushed to smithereens. And stranger yet, how familiar of a sight it was to bear witness to.

"Please, allow me to help with your wounds, your Grace," he offered, eyeing the nasty looking bruises and hidden gashes upon your form. The salty waters of the sea - or grinding irritation of the sand seeping into them could not be pleasant, he imagined.

You sighed, but nodded. There was little you could do for yourself in this state - so all you could do was to place yourself upon the wandering samurai's hands - hoping he would not betray you like every other character you had come across.

It seemed too good to be true.

His hands - gently cleansing away your wounds with a shred of cloth from his own robes, dabbing at them with feathery touches to erase away the dirt clogging up within them.

You wondered, bitterly - when he would inevitably snatch up his sword and drive it through your chest with a cruel grin - demeaning you as life bled out of you.

But the sword remained untouched for the rest of the night.

Come morning sun - casting an orange glow upon the glimmering waters - your fever would be slowly, but surely retreating and your wounds would ache a little less.

The hours slipped away, as he spoke in a soft voice - of his travels, tales of the sea and stars - anything that came to mind. You found yourself grateful for it. It kept your mind off of the harsh reality, if only for a short while.

"Your Grace. I have done all I can for you at the moment, but I fear you will need more professional care. A change of clothes and something soft to rest on would be nice too, wouldn't it?"

You were too exhausted and worn out to argue as he supported your weaker frame - pulling you up and into his arms.

You sighed.

Would he deliver you to your doom, now?

It wasn't such a bad way to go, you supposed. He had lent your final hours some comfort, at least, and he hadn't been cruel. You could almost accept death if it was offered to you like this.

So, you allowed him to carry you away, closing your eyes as you rested your head against his chest, breathing in the subtle scent of lavender melons and naku weeds that clung to his robes. It felt nice to relax - to accept death.

Perhaps you should have done this sooner.

Death did not come, as you were to find out once you regained consciousness once more.

The ground beneath you swayed, ever so slightly - making you wonder if you were still out of it - as it certainly should not be doing that.

You found yourself atop a small mattress - thin, but still providing protection from the wooden floors beneath you. You were also quite...surprised to find your dirty clothes discarded on the floor beside you, and your half-bare body covered in gauze and bandages. The whiteness of the materials was tainted by a light shade of bronze, glimmering when the light peeking in through the small window hit it.

You crawled off the mattress and stumbled over to the window - only to be met with planes of blueish green waves meeting a light, clear sky above.

You were on the Alcor.

You staggered back onto your mattress, sitting down on it and staring at your surroundings in shock.

Why were you on the Alcor?

You strained to remember anything that could hint at it, only to draw blanks.

Until, it hit you.

Kazuha.

Just as you managed to connect the dots, the door was quietly opened - and the man himself rushed in as he saw you, up and awake as you were.

"Your Grace!" he rushed to your side, dropping the pile of cloth he'd been holding onto the mattress beside you. His gentle hands checked your injuries as you watched him in a daze. A fog was still upon your mind, clouding your judgement and slowing your actions.

"I'm glad you're awake, at last," he told you, holding your limp hand in between his as he stared into your eyes.

"At...last?" you managed to stammer out.

He nodded.

"The healers kept giving you herbs and teas that prolonged your sleep - to make your recovery easier," he glanced away, noticing your barely clothed form. "And to make sure you weren't in pain," he added, biting his lip. He grabbed the pile of clothing he'd brought with him.

"I figured you'd need something to wear, considering yours aren't in a great state - so I brought you some of mine." He rose to his feet and turned his back towards you as to not look.

"I'll let you get changed. You can meet me and the captain on deck once you're done."

"Okay...thank you," you muttered, and with that, the man was gone.

He seemed to be oddly nervous - perhaps it was embarrassment from seeing you in such a state? Or embarrassment over potentially embarrassing you?

You shrugged it off and dug into the pile. You'd find something to wear, hopefully.

In the end, you had slipped on a light nagagi, a pair of black hakama and a dark haori with crimson embroideries of maple leaves upon it. You slid on the sandals provided to you - and with a bit of stumbling and the grace of a newborn foal - managed to clamber up to the deck.

The gentle breeze wafted a wave of salt into your nostrils, reminding you that you were indeed, now sailing the seas. Scanning your surroundings, you could only barely make out the foggy visage of a city you were getting further and further from.

"Your Grace!" you heard the familiar voice of Kazuha call out to you.

You noticed him stood by the edge of the deck, leaning upon the railing with Captain Beidou stood beside him. You took in a shaky breath before approaching, the limp in your step and occasional flashes of pain within your eyes not going unnoticed by either.

You rest against one of the nearby beams, catching your breath. Walking was still quite straining despite how much better your wounds looked.

Beidou offered you one of her genuine smiles.

"Welcome to the Alcor, (Name)," she greeted you, not addressing you as formally as Kazuha was apparently hellbent on doing. The fair haired shorter man shot her a pointed look - which she ignored.

She had been well aware of the search for this so-called imposter. Ningguang had even asked her to keep an eye out, so that they may be brought to justice.

But there was no justice in what the world was doing to you, not in her eyes.

God or not - you were clearly weaker than your opponents, and very much unaware of what you'd even done wrong. And as Beidou she knew all too well what being prosecuted for something you are unable to change about yourself felt like.

There was no justice in beating an innocent person simply born with the face of the Creator to death. No dignity or justice in that.

So she was quick to offer her assistance, when Kazuha sauntered aboard with you - passed out and injured - in his arms.

"We won't rat you out to anyone, don't worry. I'm sure we can figure out this situation somehow without the use of violence," she told you.

You simply nodded and thanked her, before she was gone once more - off to do her duty as the captain.

Kazuha slid next to you.

"Your Grace? Are you hungry?" he asked, concern upon his usually composed face.

You shrugged.

"I guess. I'm mostly just...dizzy."

He nodded.

"Must be the aftermath of the medicine," he stated, before gently leading you to the lower decks once more to find the kitchen.

There, with access to more ingredients, he managed to whip up a tasty salad for you - something light and fresh for you, to avoid possible nausea.

For a brief moment, as he fed you small bites of the dish, ever so delicate with you, you wondered if you truly had died and ended up in heaven.

Your days onboard the Alcor passed quicker than you would have thought - with the soothing presence of Kazuha beside you, you were often supplied with gentle words - snippets of poetry the man composed at times. At night - he would tell you of the stars above if he caught your gaze upon them, his voice far off and immersed in the tales.

You had feared seasickness, at first - but the waters remained crystal clear and smooth while you were onboard. Not a single storm, or even dark cloud in the sky dared to approach your companions.

The crew was kind - tending to you as you healed, and more than a few of them had taken to Kazuha's tendency to call you by strange titles - especially after you managed to accidentally slice your finger while helping out on deck - spilling blood as golden as the shimmering treasure they hunted upon the wooden floors.

The crew and their captain were quick to notice the changes your presence brought onboard. The lack of any bad luck or weather - the bountiful treasures they found, easier than ever before. It was as though the world itself cradled you gently, providing for you and those around you.

Sickness was almost vanquished from the crew - no viruses spreading from visiting distant lands - nor had they had to encounter enemies to fight.

Over time, even the ever skeptical Beidou came to accept, that there was no doubt about your identity - leaving you as the only one not truly believing in such a thing.

On occasion, when the Alcor docked in harbors, you were obviously left onboard - hidden away from prying eyes for your own safety. You didn't mind much at first, but over time, you began to miss the land - the bustling streets you'd wonder as one of the many characters, and the adventure of the wilderness.

It was another such occasion - the crew off to stock up on food and water, you in your lavish cabin - the mattress long replaced with something more comfortable, and many treasures decorating the small space - gifts from the crew.

You gazed out of the small window with a sigh. For the umpteenth tine, you wished you had simply been born with a different face.

Sluggishly, you wondered over to the small mirror hanging up on one of the walls, taking in the sight of your cursed image.

The exhaustion - and injuries, were fading away - but all you could see was the face of the being that had condemned you to a life on the run from your favorite characters from your favorite game - something that used to comfort you as you slipped away from your worries behind a computer screen.

You traced the lines of your face, a frown forming upon your features.

You hated it.

You were too distracted by the darkness enveloping your mind to notice the dark clouds beginning to gather outside - premonitions of an upcoming storm. Too busy to hear the knock upon your door or the commotion beginning to form in Liyue harbor as citizens watched Teyvat's beautiful blue skies bleed into a bitter, angry ash.

Your nails dug into the wretched flesh, ignoring the gold beginning to pool under the pressure of the sharpness.

A gentle hand upon your shoulder shook you out of your thoughts.

"Your Grace?"

Kazuha.

You turned to face him, seeing his shocked expression morph into worry as he examined the golden welts upon your cheeks.

Without thinking, he leaned in closer, his eyes wide with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, using the sleeve of his robes to dab away at the shimmering beads upon your face.

You stared at him in a daze.

"Your Grace?"

You lowered your eyes.

"No."

"Huh?" he frowned, watching crystal teardrops pool within your eyes.

"I'm not...alright, Kazuha," you whispered, placing your hand upon his delicately.

"I hate this cursed face. It's brought me nothing but pain and scorn in this world!" You stepped away from him, whipping around to face the mirror. In a quick, irrational moment, you ripped it off the wall and slammed it onto the floor with a crash - sending shards flying across the room.

You released a quiet sob after a moment of silence, watching gold drip down your leg - from where a shard had nicked you.

Kazuha slowly lowered himself to one knee, gently wiping away the blood from the small scrape.

"How could you say that, your Grace?" he spoke quietly, an uncharacteristic unsteadiness to his voice.

"Because it's true," you answered, bitterness oozing from your words.

Kazuha rose to his feet once more and gently stroked your cheek with his knuckles.

"But your face is divinity itself. Were you even a mere human like me - I would be brought to my knees at the sight of its beauty."

You sniffled pathetically, lips quirking upwards in a tired smile.

"Always a poet, Kazuha."

He chuckled, the sound airy. It was as though the veil of tension had been eased off of the two of you ever so slightly, giving you room to breathe.

"That is my calling, I suppose," he replied, sighing in relief at the smile on your lips, however small it was.

You exhaled, tired. With a moment of hesitation, you stepped closer to him and rested your forehead upon his shoulder, placing your hand on his other.

He gently pushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

"I'm so tired of being on the run, Kazuha," you spoke quietly, voice muffled slightly by his clothing.

"I know. But try to think of it as...wandering, your Grace." He smiled, brows still tilted downwards in a hint of a frown.

You hummed quietly.

"Wandering, like you?"

He nodded.

"A wandering God and their faithful wandering samurai - awaiting the day the world repents for their crimes against them."

You laughed dryly.

"I think I like the sound of that."

He placed his face upon your head, inhaling your familiar, lovely scent.

"I think I do too, your grace."

And at least at that moment - as you held the man who had saved you and given you a new life aboard the Alcor, you felt a flicker of hope within you.

Hope that things would be okay, one day.

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sightoru · 3 years ago

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—𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧)

✩pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

✩genre :hurt/comfort, 2 smut scenes asdfghj

✩word count: 4.2k

✩warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, daddy kink, deku is cheesy, facefucking, pussy eating, praise kink, unprotected sex, car sex, falling in love, falling out of it, falling back in.

✩excerpt:

Your heart is swelling at this moment, it feels far too big for your body. For your soul. Hoping that in some strange way your love for him can be felt in the gentle way you trace his freckles and stroke curls out of his hair. He’s the first thing you think of when your head raises from your pillow in the morning, and the last thing you think of before your eyes close after a long day of carrying the weight of your heart around.

As the sun rises, you think to yourself maybe this can last forever.

PRESENT DAY [4:27am]

Izuku’s forest colored eyes are swimming with unshed tears. Your hearts in your throat and you can’t breathe, can’t even fucking think about what he’s saying. Can’t hear anything because the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears and the rattle of sobs in your chest is the loudest thing in the room.

His hand cups your face, his scarred fingers pressing into your cheekbones. “Please?”

THREE YEARS AGO

You’re standing in line at your favorite coffee cart, your nose buried in your phone as you impatiently wait to get your much needed caffeine fix. You should’ve figured it would be this busy. It’s Monday morning, the beginning of the work week. You’re surrounded by tired eyes and hastily dressed people. You step forward in line, not paying attention to anything around you when you bump into what feels like a solid wall, followed by wet heat.

“Oh my God!” You squeak, your face burning with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry I really should’ve been watching where I was going!”

“No, no!” The green haired man assures you, a smile playing on his lips as he dabs the coffee staining his shirt with crumpled up napkins.

“At least let me pay for a new one?” You offer him, moving your hands to your purse to pull out your wallet.

“You can let me take you to dinner.” He blurts out, looking down at you briefly before going back to dabbing at his shirt.

“That’s incredibly cheesy.” You deadpan, suddenly finding yourself less apologetic.

“Hope you’re not lactose-intolerant,” he laughs and it sounds absolutely magical, it sounds like hope. It sounds like a future. “Because I’m cheesy.”

You usually wouldn’t fall for things like this, corny pick up lines from men you’ve known for less than a minute. But there’s something about him, something about the way he looks so bright and happy and willing to share a little bit of that with you that you find yourself saying yes. You want to tell him that the weekend would be best for your date, but he convinces you to meet him tonight. He says something about how short life is, followed by the shy mumble of him saying he doesn’t think he could wait that long. So you indulge him, agreeing that life is short and why not?

What is there to lose?

As you stare at him from across the dinner table later that night, feeling warm with laughter and wine, the thought of possibility pops into your mind. You don’t know why Izuku makes you feel the same way sunrise makes you, full of hope and curiosity. You can’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like in yours, how his hair looks first thing in the morning and his favorite type of weather. The small trivial things that make a person human.

You don’t want the night to end, so you don’t let it. You both stay until the restaurant closes, the waitress shyly letting both of you know it’s time to leave with an awkward smile.

“Damn,” he says with a disappointed sigh from outside the restaurant. “I really didn’t want this to end.”

You look at him slyly. “It doesn’t have to end yet, ya know?”

He smiles at you, a metaphorical light bulb going off above his head as he understands what you’re saying. He clears his throat. “My place or yours?”

“You’re closer.”

You’re both giddy the whole walk to his apartment, feeling ecstatic and strangely childish and you both crack jokes and nudge each other. He feels so warm, his arm thrown around your shoulders as he whispers in your ear.

Izuku kisses you as soon as he closes the apartment door, his tongue immediately moving into your mouth and exploring as his hands awkwardly unzip your dress. He gently nudges you to his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. It feels wonderful, absolutely exhilarating. Like fire is coursing through your veins. Before he’s able to push you onto his bed you turn last minute, pushing him down and eagerly taking his clothes off.

His cock springs free from his pants; curving upwards towards his stomach. His girth is intimidating, with thick and prominent veins running down the sides of it. His tip is pretty and red; a pearly drop of pre already sitting on the tip as he strokes himself. Eagerly you take him into your mouth, fitting as much of him as you can as you wrap your hands around what you can’t fit. You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat as moans come from his chest.

“Do you like it rough?” He asks you. You nod, never taking your mouth off his cock. “Tap my leg when you’ve had enough.”

His hand tangles in your hair, using it as leverage to brutally face fuck you; tears streaking down your face as you gag around him. “F-fuck look at you, sweetheart.” He looks like he’s in heaven, his head thrown back as he moans, showing off a perfectly angled jawline. It’s getting hard to breathe, but you don’t want to stop. You realize you love making him feel good and the thought of pleasing him makes your cunt throb for him. He pulls you off of him gently.

“You did so good, baby.” He says breathlessly, his voice shaking slightly as he looks at you. Bringing his thumb to your eyes and wiping your tears.

“I-I did?” You look at him through tear soaked lashes, eyes wide and mesmerized by him.

“Mhm.” He smiles. “So, so good. Lemme make you feel good baby, yeah?” He flips you onto your back, crawling in between your legs. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good, doll. That okay?” He teases you with a gentle kitten lick against your clit, making you mewl and clutch the sheets. You nod, opening your legs for him as wide as possible. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“P-please make me feel good Izu.” You moan.

“Good girl. Look at me.” You make eye contact before he laps at your folds, the wet muscle of his tongue dipping into your soaked cunt and moving your essence around. His tongue runs circles around your clit, the motion sending little jolts of electricity running through your body. He places two fingers inside your cunt easily, buzzing with satisfaction as slides them in and finds that perfect spot inside you so easily. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone around him; your toes curl in the sheets as you cry out, body spasming around his fingers as you look down at him hazy and fucked out.

He rides your orgasm out perfectly, his tongue finding pace with your throbs. When he pulls his fingers out of you he gently coaxes your mouth open, pressing them to your tongue as you obediently lick them off. The sight of it makes his cock throb, his hand moving to stroke himself for any sort of relief.

“Condom?” He asks you, voice sounding desperate and needy.

“I’m on the pill.” You answer.

Izuku swears, a year later, that that’s the moment he fell in love with you.

He whines when he plunges inside you, bottoming out and making you feel full and setting a gentle pace. The tip of his cock dragging along your velvet walls and filling the room with the sound of your mewls and the squelching of your pussy. “Fuck,” he breathes in your ear, barely able to hold back his words and keep his voice steady.

“M-more!’ You beg, whining and digging your nails into his skin.

“Oh you want more?” He coos, looking at you smugly. “Say please.”

“P-please daddy! More! Jus’ wanna cum on your cock daddy, please!” You don’t know what possesses you to call him daddy, but the way Izuku looks at you when he hears it -his eyes looking like you unlocked something deep inside him- you know it’s not a mistake. His pace becomes brutal, cervix kissing and all consuming. Filling you up so well to the point where it’s all you can think about. You don’t take long to cum, your release spurring his own as he mutters about how good you are, how perfect you are.

The last thing you remember before your eyes shut, is Izuku taking a rag and wiping you down as he whispers encouraging sweet nothings into your ear.

The sun wakes you the next morning; bright and blinding as its rays rest on your skin.

“Shit!” You exclaim, glancing at your phone and throwing off Izuku’s covers. “Fuck, I’m gonna be late to work.”

Izuku raises his head from his pillow, sleep still clouding his vision as he yawns. “Jus’ call in.” He grumbles, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield them.

“I can’t do that.” You respond, throwing your legs over the side of his bed.

“Wait,” Izuku says, his voice thick with sleep and hope as he gently grabs your wrist. “Will I see you again?”

“Yeah,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips as you pick up your clothes from the floor. “Yeah. I think so.”

TWO YEARS AGO

It’s early; you’re not sure why you’re up before the sun. Moonlight filters through your curtains, the light reflecting on Izuku’s scarred and tanned skin as he sleeps. You lay on your side, memorizing the way his chest rises and falls; he way the freckles across his face look like constellations and the curl pattern of his green hair plastered to one side. It’s nice like this, nothing exists outside of this room. Just you and the love of your life; the way he carries your demons with you. You engrain everything about this moment into your memory, hoping it’ll live forever in between your ribs and find rest in your heart.

As the sun rises, you think to yourself maybe this can last forever.

ONE YEAR AGO

The apartment is lonely. Cold. Quiet. Izuku’s working long hours, dark purple bags that only grow deeper in shades when you see him. Work is taking a toll on me, he always tells you before going back to his phone, or retiring to bed hours before you’re ready. You knew this was part of dating a hero, but it wasn’t ever this bad. He barely talks to you anymore, communication being short one word answers and awkward silences suffocating you both. It’s awful, the spark of something that was one so bright going out and being smothered. Everything feels hollow and dissected, as if all the words between the two of you have been used up.

When he enters the apartment after work that night -the weight of the world's problems hangs on him like a dark cloud- he doesn’t even look at you. He used to at least look at you when he came home, the sight of your figure on the couch making a soft smile form on his face despite how awful he was feeling. He walks over to you, sitting down wordlessly next to you.

“I miss you.” You whisper to him from the other side of the couch and it’s the way you say it; the way he knows deep in his chest that there’s something different about this. Something dark and ominous and final about the way your voice quivers. It hangs in between you two for a moment, silent and loaded and foreboding.

He looks over at you, his ribs shrinking around his lungs as his eyes watch yours fill with tears. A year ago, when everything was better; when everything was whole and soft and warm this sight would’ve broken him. It would’ve immediately made him wrap you in his arms but everything isn’t the same as it was back then. He can’t bear to be one to comfort you while he stabs you. “I know.” He says simply, not sure what else there is to say.

“This isn’t working like it used to.” You finally dare to meet his eyes, to see the pain that he’s in too.

“Maybe we should….” Izuku whispers, terrified to finish his sentence. Not willing to face what the rest of what he needed to say had in store for the both of you; his broken heart filling his throat with shards and rendering him unable to speak.

You knew this was coming, the words that are unsaid are still loud enough that they feel like they’re being screamed in your ear. You wish you’re surprised; you wish everything was going so well that this feels like it’s coming out of nowhere but it wasn’t. And it’s not. The spark between the two of you has faded and all that’s left is the embers of something that was there but isn’t anymore; the ashes of the past blowing into your eyes and causing them to water.

What kills you the most, is the way he says maybe as if he’s not sure what to do, not sure if this is worth fixing or if he should break it off. It’s the whole uncertainty of it; that he’s not sure what to do. That he’s the uncertain one when he used to be the hopeful one.

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. You quietly grab your keys and stand from the couch. The sound of the door to your shared apartment closing behind you is so loud you could still hear it deep in your chest every night in your dreams.

1 MONTH AGO

Living in a large city has its benefits: public transportation is immensely available, anything you want is easy to find, and usually -not today, however- it’s very hard to run into people you’d rather not see.

It’s the first time you’ve seen Izuku in person since the breakup, and you’re not sure why everything feels like it’s falling apart and spinning around you. He’s not paying attention to you, all too focused on gently turning down the barista that’s flirting with him. You’re not sure how to identify the strange feeling in your gut, the way ugliness claws at your stomach and makes you feel green.

You didn’t get any coffee today.

LAST WEEK

You find yourself slightly disappointed that this copy of Van Gogh’s starry night doesn’t have brush strokes that quite translate the pain he was going through when he painted it. At least what you can see of it from behind the red velvet barrier that separates you and the painting. It’s one of your favorites, and you know that it's a cliche choice but you can’t help it, loving the shades of blue and purple that mix together. The way the dark colors come together to create something beautiful.

“Why am I not surprised to run into you here?” An all too familiar voice chuckles behind you. You turn, finding yourself face to face with Izuku. He’s wearing a camel colored turtleneck. The one you bought him two years ago, you realize. You stare at it, your eyes taking in how well it hugs his toned frame. His face flushes when he sees you staring, his hands moving awkwardly as he fumbles with the hem of it. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it, his eyes shifting to his Chelsea boots.

“It’s always been my favorite place to go.” You shrug, shifting your weight from one leg to the other nervously.

“Care if I walk with you?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours as if he’s daring you.

You’ve never been one to turn down a dare, so you say yes. Motioning with your head for him to follow you to the next exhibit. It’s Picasso, another one of your favorite artists. If you look at small parts of it looks wild and unfinished, but as a whole looks like something you would’ve never guessed. People with unproportionally large features that look wild and out of place, oddly strung together shapes that form something beautiful as soon as you look at it from a different perspective.

“I never cared much for him.” Izuku says suddenly. It makes you scoff and question his taste.

“What do you mean?” You guffaw.

“I just think he’s overrated.” He says simply, staring at you as if he’s daring you to disagree.

“You’re entitled to your opinion.” You tell him. Even if it’s wrong is unsaid but still loud in the air between you. He just chuckles, following silently behind you.

“This one’s better.” He gestures at the painting ahead of him. It’s Edvard Munch’s Angry Dog. It’s hideous, you think. It looks like a child painted it, half painted trees in the background and a dog with a horrible expression on his face; it’s twisted and contorted in pain, tongue sticking out in an awful expression.

“This one?” You drawl, your eyebrow raised as you look at him questioningly.

“Yup.” He says simply, his hands in his pockets as he looks at it with a strange amount of fondness. “I know art is supposed to show the beauty of things, but this one feels strangely real to me. I don’t know why, but I find it refreshing.”

You ponder his words, trying to understand what he’s trying to say. Trying to remember when he got so hard for you to read. A year ago, he was never this much of an enigma, his thoughts were as easy to read as you own. You just nod, walking to the next painting.

The rest of the tour goes by quietly. You’re barely paying attention to the paintings, they all bleed into one solid color to you. You’re too lost in your thoughts, your mind too busy trying to unwrap why you can’t help sneaking glances at Izuku. Always looking at him just as he looks away at you. The subtle way his hand brushes against yours. You don’t know why it makes your heart flutter, why you love how familiar and warm and safe it feels.

You’re sad for a moment when you and Izuku walk out of the museum. You’ve seen all the paintings, even saw a few twice. You don’t know why the nostalgia that came with hanging out with Izuku makes your throat close up, it’s grip tightening around you like a noose.

“Did you walk here?” Izuku asks. You know that he knows that you did.

“Yes.” You answer, not sure why you’re indulging him with an answer he already knows. Is this what you’ve both come to? Asking questions you both already know the answer to so you don’t have to ask the painful ones.

“Would you like a ride home?” He asks.

You don’t know why you decide to say yes, but you do. You try to tell yourself that you’re just being nice, just letting Izuku feel like he’s taking care of you. He used to love that, you recall baths being drawn for you, scarred hands rubbing out the knots in your body.

Izuku is parked in the back corner of the lot. You bite the inside of your cheek, sad to see he has a different car than he used to. This one is dark and sleek, a shiny black with tinted windows and a brand that you know you could never afford. He always preferred standard cars and driving too fast. The last car he had you swore would kill him if villains didn’t, and he always laughed at your dark joke. Always knowing you didn’t mean it, never taking your humor to heart.

You step inside the car and it even smells like it’s new, black leather interior sticking to your legs. You look over at him and his eyes meet yours. He looks scared, like there’s a world of feelings on the tip of his tongue and he’s dying to tell you.

You don’t know what possesses you to kiss him - or what possesses him to kiss you back, but his hands are tugging at your hair and it’s like your body moves on its own as you move to the driver's seat. Both your legs on either side of his. His mouth pulls away from yours and moves down your neck, his hands hot and clumsy as they slide under your shirt to paw at your breasts. He twists and flicks your nipples as your hips grind against his hard cock, your body begging for any sort of friction on your cunt. His hands move from your breasts to your thighs, his hands soft and tentative as he moves up your skirt.

“Please.” You whine quietly, pointedly grinding harder on his cock. He’s never been good at saying no to you, his thumb moving to your clit as he rubs sloppy circles around it. You shake your head no at him, pawing at his clothed erection. “No Izu I wan’ more please.”

He pulls away from your neck with a tut. “You know better than that, princess. Use your words.”

“Please ‘Izu,” you cry, frustrated tears springing to your eyes and clouding your vision. “Wan’ your cock.”

His hand moves to grip your jaw, a low and dangerous chuckle escaping his lips. “Well when you ask so nicely….” he whispers, grunting slightly when your hand brushes against his cock in your haste to unzip his pants. He cock springs out immediately, looking even better than you remembered. You move your panties to the side, setting yourself down gently on his cock.

“Fuck!” He whines, grabbing you by your hips and impaling you. You start bouncing up and down, your head buried in the crook of his neck as you move. You were never as good at making sparks fly like him so he helps, bucking his hips into yours.

It doesn’t take much for both of you to cum, both of you desperate and needy for each other and finally being satiated by the other all you need to spur your orgasms. When you’re done, reality hits you. You feel embarrassed and ashamed, letting your want for him cloud your judgement and fucking him in the parking lot of the museum. You pull yourself off of him, readjusting your clothing and settling yourself back into the passenger seat.

The drive home is awkward, silent the whole time. There’s a galaxy of emotions between the two of you, the space feeling breathless and suffocating. You’re grateful for the silence because it keeps you from saying dangerous things like: I miss you, I love you, and I wanna try again. When Izuku finally pulls up to your apartment you practically throw yourself out of the car.

“T-that,” you choke out, your hand on the door as you stare at him. “That didn’t mean anything. It was just sex.” You’re not sure why you’re saying this to him, why you’re twisting the knife after you’ve stabbed him. Maybe you’re saying it more to yourself than him. Self preservation was always your main focus until you met Izuku.

“Of course,” he responds, pain thinly veiled behind verdant eyes. “Just sex.” he repeats.

PRESENT DAY [4:28am]

When Izuku showed up to your apartment, uninvited and unashamed, this conversation -unlike the one that happened a little over a year ago- wasn’t one you saw coming.

You force your eyes to meet his, a seed of hope threatening to bloom in your chest and suffocate you. You’re terrified, fear clawing at your throat and making your heart feel too big for your chest. You’re not sure if you’re willing to have your heart broken by the same man twice.

Life is scary. It’s dark and confusing. You know this. You’ve always known this; the truth of it is etched into your bones and ingrained into your soul. But you also know: facing life's easier when someone’s there to bear the weight of it with you, and Izuku was- no, is- the best person to shoulder that weight with you. This fact is cemented by the way he looks at you; the way all your demons used to live with him too. Your world has been too quiet without him. Sunset lost its brightness the day he stopped watching them with you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, your voice shaking as he wipes a tear away from your eye.

“It’s you, love.” He responds simply. “It’s always been you.”

“Do you think we can make it this time?” You ask. He looks at you, so scared. So broken; eyes wide with the hesitation and vulnerability of a child.

“Maybe we can.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “Maybe we will.”

#izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x y/n #deku x reader #deku x you #deku x y/n #izuku midoriya imagine #izuku midoriya smut #deku imagine #deku smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #tw:daddykink #scout scribbles

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plutoswrath · 4 years ago

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✧ astro notes and titbits ✧

part 1, part 2 x

- a common misconception regarding the South and North Node: it’s not the mission to abandon your South Node, it just represents what you already learned and brought with you here on earth and should be expanded. The Lunar Nodes represent a constant seek for balance, South and North Node should both be equally integrated in ones life.

- regarding North Node: the North Node is more an uncomfortable placement as it pushes us towards what we don’t know and have a hard time understanding and integrating in our life, even though we desire it. The North Node is impulsive and aggressive in its desire and thus, on the negative side, can equally lead to trouble when blindly followed.

- when looking at our own, or even other aspects, especially the harsh ones, we always have to consider the age of the person. As you grow into your placements over the years, we then can have the abilities to handle conflicting energies within us better - this is not only an encouragement to people with harsh aspects, but also newbies who might get intimated by their own and others placements!

- a Quincunx (Inconjunction) can be even harder to resolve than a Square. While a Square can find common ground in the modalities at least, the Quincunx comes from completely different sides and can manifest as unknowingly doing the same mistake over and over again, while the individual wonders why it always hurts. At the same time, it can seem like the only option left for them, even when they know it’s not the optimum. Quincunxes can go under the radar as well, since they are a small aspect

- this a fun thing I recently did with my own and other charts: If you were born too late or early and you happen to know the approximate delivery date of your birth go and calculate that birth chart! I found myself lucky to be born two weeks later than expected asdfghj

- when you have Aquarius/Uranus touching your ascendant or any house that is about self expression and/or the public it could give you a very scattered energy; you might be flipping on and off energy wise and people could have a hard time keeping up with you or adjusting to your flow of energies. This can also result in a lot of different ‘phases’ the individual goes through, or in equally getting passionate about something but then losing interest 3 weeks later

- A very common trait that a lot of Pisces Ascendants have are the droopy, watery eyes and often times pointed features on the face/a rather pointed face shape

- Taurus, Sagittarius and Cancer Ascendants could stretch features of the face/the overall face shape. Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter and Cancer is exalted in it: both of these signs can be prone to easily gaining width, Sagittarius and Cancer also can indulge a lot and thus can lead to quicker wheight gaining. Taurus, being the bull, can give the individual a rather wide, squary/boxy look, but always very sensual and serene with Venus being it’s ruler

- some thoughts on Ceres: Ceres is an asteroid that tells us equally about nurture and destruction. Ceres was Persephones mother, as much as she loves to take care of her lovely daughter, she sometimes doesn’t know the limits and when to stop - once what she loves is taken from her, she can leave a path of destruction behind her and become deeply obsessive. She can cross boarders and break rules for those she loves. Ceres is a mother archetype, responsible for harvesting, she is not only directly linked to nature, but also a good representation of mother natures extremes

-> Also: Ceres can give you insight about the relationshio between a mother and a child. I would recommend looking at your synastry with your mother figure. It can give you additional information to your parental relationship despite other very telling planets, such as Moon. Look where their Ceres touches your chart and what aspects they form

-> Ceres in synastry can also show you where your mother figure was most present, what they cared for most and maybe even where they were overly critical/concerned, protective or didn’t care for you at all.

- some thoughts on North Node an karmic connections in synastry: links from one Nodal point to the other don’t always have to indicate a karmic link that has a major impact in your life. Think about it: All people that are born around the same time as you and have their NN in ~ 10 degrees to yours will conjunct it, but does that mean we’re all karmically connected? It’s more likely these people all share a similar karmic life path, sharing the same soul mission. Most likely the really big feelings and influences are when the Lunar Nodes touch the inner planets/angles, as they have an almsot immediate and very direct influence on the other

- those with Mercury square/conjunct or opposite Mars/Uranus are the ones to accidentally say something they shouldn’t have if they are in a flow of speech or just really comfortable

- Venus square/opposite Uranus often go against social norms or revaluate them, so this could give them naturally the image of a misfit and provocateur even if they don’t actively intent to do so. Their ‘out of the norm’ behaviour/attitude could leave many people irritated. This also can make them suffer from a lot of misjudgement in their life, as people could put them in a box constantly

- having a water signs in an earth or air house can make the individual a huge advocate and humanitarian, especially when it’s in inner planets or when Uranus/Neptune in Pisces are in an air/earth house

- This might be a quiet controversial thought for some, but I am a social studies student so just a little food for thought to everyone: let’s look at the heteronormative use of astrology, aka women = Venus, men = Mars, and I am not talking about energies, I am talking specifically about assorting a gender to these planets. Venus and Mars will both show up in someone when pursuing a person of interest and developing feelings. But now think about parts of society trying to raise women as ‘the harmonizer’ and men as the ‘conqueror’, because these are the often associated traits with these two forms of gender. Back at astrology, let’s look at the archetype and temperament of Venus and Mars. Venus is the represent of unions and forming connections thus standing naturally for harmony (mostly that is), and Mars is the fighter the pursuer and represent of raw sexual energy aka life force. If people believe that the association of Venus to women and Mars to men is true, maybe look a bit closer into the environment you grew up in and maybe you can see that it’s a consequence of heteronormativity. Chances are, Mars and Venus would be looked at equally, or only preferred in insights if an individual conciously is more attracted to ‘masculine/feminine energy’ - again, regardless of gender.

- Basically: Astrology is defenitely not free of the negative sides of society and interpretations should be scanned of our own bias as best as we can!

- I noticed that people with profound Mercury, Uranus, Sagittarius or Aries/Mars influence in their chart are the ones to watch YouTube videos in 1,5 x speed. The nervous and impatient energy inside their chart wants either to spend less time on a YouTube video (trying to watch 10 minutes in 5) or feel like how most people talk and the videos flow are just too slow (chances are they wish they could do that irl too asdfgh)

- Pisces with profound Mercury influence (especially in inner planets) can give the possibility for a very quick to judge individual - and usually they are very expressive with it as well, either in accidental, small gestures or by openly showing their thoughts through facial expressions or quick reactions

- that being said, people who have strong Pisces influence in their chart, especially those with Ascendant/Pisces in 1st, usually give their first thoughts away with their facial expressions. Their eyes do reflect their inner nature a lot, more so than Cancers and Scorpio do since these are naturally more guarded and hesitant when it comes to self expression in new environments

#i had to get this out of my head or else i'm forgetting it - again - only to remember it three months later #own #astrology #zodiac #zodiac signs #astro notes #astro observations #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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mazojo · 4 years ago

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Winter 2021 Anime Opinions

As always its that time of the year I pretend to be an anime connoisseur and leave my review on this seasons anime so take it with a grain of salt asdfgh from the one I enjoyed the least to the most.

Wave!!: Surfing Yappe!! (TV)

You are seeing currently the only probably best thing about Wave asdfghj Tanaka bby I am SO sorry you got stuck here,,,,, Its bad because I had so many expectations for Wave but it just...... isn’t very good? The characters feel 2 dimensional, animation is veeeery average and the plot is all over the place? Dont even get me started on the Shou situation plot device that they just brushed over and went on with and,,,,,big sigh

Urasekai Picnic

To be honest is not very fair to compare this one to the rest as ive only watched the first 2 eps but ill catch up eventually asdfghj its not bad just that the plot didnt capture me as much as I hoped but the two main characters cutiess the plot just confuses me asdfgh but I don't have much to say about it

Yakusoku no Neverland 2nd Season

So uh anyways Chile I don't wanna talk about it the only reason this is not dead last is because RayEmma cute moments but yeah don't watch this clown show go read the manga for self care ✨

Jaku-Chara Tomozaki-kun

The only reason this is here is because she. The main girl I cant remember the name of sucks and main dude is very normal asdfgh the plot is basically “Want people to like you? change everything about yourself and become a normie robot!!!” ASDFGHJ Like its so over the top and cringe at times it becomes very confusing but hey I am not caught up either so I may change opinions (x doubt tho)

2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu

From this point onwards I basically like everything. 2.43 Started suuuuper strong for me, definitely thought it would be one of my favs this season but as the eps went by I just.... kinda lost interest asdfgh? Like its not bad, but its a sort of mix between Stars Align and Haikyuu where I would have loved a more character based story with dark subplots like Stars Align but got the parts I always criticize about Haikyuu were there was a point I didn't really knew any of the characters? ASDFGH like the enemy team is super cool and Love their designs but if you ask me to tell you anything about them I already forgot rip. Its still cute and the animation is cool but yeah it kind of disappointed me in the end a bit ;w;

Shingeki no Kyojin: The Final Season

AOT Is so sexci because it keeps on hurting me and I come back every-time for it ASDFGHJ Not much to say that hasn't been said, characters are super interesting, plot is a bit confusing at times for me to follow but amazing and I just :))) could go on about certain characters :))))) but I wont :))))

Wonder Egg Priority

Wonder egg priority is very talked about right now so I wont get too much into it other than definitely give it a watch if you like the more philosophical and “makes you reflect on your life choices” sort of anime ASDFGHJ the visuals are stunning and the characters very well build, although I am very confused at times I am still enjoying it tons ^^ Trigger warning however for some heavy topics I recommend checking the warnings before watching it <3

Kemono Jihen

I LOVE THEM OKaY? asdfghjk Kemono Jihen gives me the found family topes and I eat them all right up, I love the characters , their designs, the plot, everything. To be fair tho, I did enjoy the manga more than the anime but maybe its a pacing thing? idk but I definitely recommend 100% taking on the manga and maybe after watch the anime but I am enjoying it tons!!

Kai Byoui Ramune

This one may come as a surprise lol?? Like I haven't seen a single soul talk about Ramune but like??? I am actually enjoying it a lot?? and look forward every week for the ep? asdfghj Like yes I will be the first to admit the animation isn't really the beeeeest out there but the plot is funny while also being serious, the characters are quirky and interesting to keep the flow going and I am liking the undertone heavy messages? the soundtrack also slaps imo and yeah I would definitely say to watch the first ep and if you like that sort of dynamic take it up on the rest!

I★Chu: Halfway Through the Idol

Okay I will be the first one to admit this is just me being trash for the idol shows but like?? its my list so I get to decide which found family I am screaming about next ASDFGHJ. As an avid A3 stan this gave me serious vibes of my boys (plus they were made form the same company so like not very surprised there loll) and like I think the characters are cute with adorable relationships and cute songs and its just a lighthearted show I sit down every Wednesday and smile through the 25 minutes so yes I Chu deserves a high spot and yes I recommend it even if it has like a 6.3 on myanimelist sksksks

Dr. Stone: Stone Wars

Look at Gen!!!! enough reasons to watch dr stone!!!! ASDFGH but in all seriousness I....... love them okAy? The plot is amazing and the characters are super entertaining (hiiii Ukyo Gen Senku and Chrome muak) and although it may seem a bit slower paced than first season the arc is gonna get better and better and the finale is gonna be great if they stick to the manga. Only sad that I dont get to see my pirate fuckboy but we better be getting a third season

Bungou Stray Dogs Wan!

when I say this is the happiness of all my Tuesdays I ain’t even exaggerating ASDFGHJ Does this have an important plot? no. Is it transcending to animation? not really. Is it BSD content I've been starving for? absolutely!!! Tbh I see my favorite anime characters in chibi version and I go feral, go watch BSD pogg!!

Horimiya

Me?? searching for that one gif of the side ship scene am obsessed over?? more likely than you think ASDFGH Horimiya holds a special place in my heart because it was the first manga I ever read and the nostalgia is stroNG,,,,,, The plot isn't anything really transcending but the way the characters are captured the feelings just,,,,,, stan!! Also Yuki x Tooru supremacy !

Skate-Leading☆Stars

Okaaaaay this is also me being a bitch for sports anime but like, again, are we surprised?? ASDFGHJ It may be my love for Hayato speaking but ive absolutely loves Skate Leading Stars, I love the group, the main characters, the ships, the routines and its so pretty and they are in love and like the competition and asdfgh its gOoD OKaY??? Watch it if anything for Hayato 👉🏻 👈🏻 My bastard bitch I love the gremlin.

Beastars 2nd Season

I think we are all sleeping on Beastars brushing it off as a furry show. I don’t speak enough about it and I am not one to go about poetic cinemaness on main but beastars is a very poetic cinema show and yall sleeping on it. Coming from someone who was uncomfortable at first with the whole animal relationships part at first, just know beastars is so much more than that, it has a complicated plot with critics about the society within the show with amazing characters, great soundtrack and animation plus banger plot. Pina, Jack, Juno and Legoshi best characters and every week I look forward for the next eps so I hope yall go give it some love.

SK8 The Infinity

If it wasnt clear from my spam every Saturday that I am absolutely in love with this show I dont know what to tell you ASDFGHJ. Sk8 has an amazing range of characters I find fascinating, specially Reki, very much so everything Reki asdfgh but yeah!! Its super entertaining with an interesting plot and its definetely becoming one of my favorite animes because the amount of times ive rewatched the episodes to cope is kind of embarrassing lmaooo, definetely give it a try although I understand its not for everyone but like,,,,, do it for Reki? 🤧👉🏻👈🏻

#wow I..... need to get new hobbies apart from being a weeb ASDFGHJ #I enjoy doing this asdfghj goodnight spoilers #long post #spoilers #i am not tagging all of it only the top ones because I dont wanna get shitted on for the lower ones ASDFGHJ #sk8 the infinity #beastars #skate leading stars #i chu halfway through the idol #horimiya #bungo stray dogs wan #Kai Byoui Ramune #dr stone

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yohankang · 3 years ago

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i saw people making list of the shows they watched last year so i decided to make one too 💞 i’m putting it under read more because i rambled too much

top 10 shows i watched last year:

the devil judge - yes, i decided to be honest with myself asdfghjs it is THE show of 2021 for me. yes, i know it has flaws, no it doesn’t matter to me <3 i love yoh- *one of my non tdj mutuals shoots me*

word of honor - wenzhou invented love, loyalty and devotion, also they saved my life 💗 this show changed the rest of the year for me, inspired me to start making gifs again and helped me survive the worst moments of 2021

the untamed (2019) - do i even have to say anything. i should’ve watched it 2 years ago!!!

my country: the new age (2019) - i’m forever indebted to anyone who recommended me this series. so heartbreaking and beautiful, it made me go insane </3 mutuals watch it pls

vincenzo - so refreshing!! it gave me my best friend hanseo 🥰 i'm forever in denial about that ending tho

move to heaven - so, so beautiful and important. i’d recommend it to anyone!!

prison playbook (2017) - PEAK BROMANCE. it was so funny and heartwarming, i would watch it for lee joonho alone

mine - KIM SEOHYUNG!!! WOMEN!!!! this drama was sooo satisfying, i loved the mystery and all the complicated relationships. also lesbian milfs

navillera - made me cry almost every episode lmao but i love crying so

a tale of thousand stars - last few eps were a bit underwhelming but it’s still my favorite bl of 2021. tian and phupha’s chemistry was insane!!

other shows i liked a lot:

run on - i’m just not a fan of romance dramas... but this series gave me lee younghwa 💕 i keep him in a jar next to my bed :)

d.p. - difficult to watch but i enjoyed it a lot! han hoyeol my beloved 💓

beyond evil - very solid series, would make it to top 10 if not for the fact that i had to watch it on 2x speed

to my star - so soft and comforting, i’m excited for season 2!!

shows i watched but didn’t enjoy:

kill me, heal me (2015) - i only watched it for ji sung, it was a bit too cringy for me and the incest part... wtf

guardian (2018) - shen wei my beloved <333 10 amazing scenes, the rest was crappy (but it’s still very dear to me)

strangers from hell (2019) - lee dong wook was absolutely amazing in this, but it was boring and felt like hannibal rip off...

shows i started in 2021 but haven’t finished yet:

kieta hatsukoi - ida!!!! best boy!!!! i will finish watching it soon, i absolutely adore this drama

bad buddy - i’m just not emotionally stable enough to watch it every week adfghks, i will catch up when it ends and i know it will be in my top 10 next year

bad and crazy - only 6 episodes aired as of today but i’m obsessed with it. i’m predicting it will be in my top 5 dramas next year. i just love pathetic men :)

shows i dropped:

lovely writer - uhhhh. i’ve seen so many thai dramas i developed standards, sorry

miss the dragon - i only started it because of the pretty main actor, dropped it after 6 eps </3

squid game - i don’t like violent and cruel stories, watched 2 eps and it was enough

the flaming heart - i’m sorry gong jun </3 i watched more than 10 episodes i think? it wasn’t bad bad but i just lost interest

you make me dance - too cringy :(

alice in borderland (2020) - i only watched it for machida keita so you probably know why i dropped it adfghjs maaaybe i will finish it one day because it wasn’t bad, idk

#k.txt #drama recs

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wickedpact · 3 years ago

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EXCUSE ME Abomination Quynh is so good?!?!? Especially for the Andy angst of "we were so in love and fought side by side and now I'm not sure I know who you are any more, sometimes you do good things sometimes you don't, and what scares me most is how much I will forgive because it is you"- maybe some Dwarven fanatics grew sick and resentful of having Grey Wardens in Orzammar all the time and yet dwarves still regularly died to Darkspawn and life is hell there and they caused a rockfall to trap Andy and Quynh and they got separated?? Andy barely made it out and spent years going back in after Quynh until the Wardens concluded this was a waste of one of their best and sent her off to Ferelden for a recovery vacation... cue the Fifth Blight

ASDFGHJ YES the angst is so good

the wardens: by god andy just go on vacation

andy, opening her Ye Olde Travele Booklet™: Ostagar looks nice this time of year

Also I feel like that Bull x Dorian line of "I've never done it with a mage before. Last time he got so excited he set the curtains on fire" or something is just begging for a Nicky Joe interpretation. Also them going back to the Circle and Nicky having to face all his former colleagues as well as the horrors there. Also I'm laughing at these two on a merry chase from town to town this is too good. Joe drinking at a tavern with some farm labourers he's been healing and Nicky kicking open the door like "THERE YOU ARE" "This guy again!! Let me finish my ale at least?" "..." "I've already paid for a room upstairs for the night, we shouldn't travel so late, we can share and then I'll go with you in the morning" and Nicky believes those big puppy eyes and in the morning he wakes up and Joe is gone and he's like "MAKER DAMNIT"

nicky when he wakes up and joe is gone: by talos andraste this cant be happening

#thinking abt all the creepy ppl you find in the deep roads and andy And The Lads stumbling upon one of them but WHOOMPS its quynh #they hear her laughing or smth from another cave over and andys like '.... i know that voice'#AND JOE AND NICKY GOING BACK TO THE CIRCLE #i imagine theyd have a lot of arguments about how *bad* the circles are really #and nicky seeing the templars being 100% willing to annul the fereldan circle even if there are some savable mages inside mustve been an--#--eye opener #UGH its SUCH a good au #also YEAH the joe scurrying off in the morning thing was Exactly what i had in mind #asdfghjkl

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souvcniir · 4 years ago

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* bopping along to rude boy by rihanna is 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐀 ❝ 𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎 ❞ 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 , the twenty one year old cis woman thrown back to their hospitality management with some of her memories . voted most likely to star in their own reality tv show , rizo was known for being flamboyant & loquacious , go figures you'd always find them giving drunk pep talks in the girls bathroom , but grew up to be punctual & hard headed.

hi .. how ya doing ? it’s me ... again . gi back again with my second muse who is just ... have you seen her ? stunning . beautiful . the mother i never had , the sister everybody would want , and the friend everybody deserves . ASDFGHJ . let me stop . down below is a little about my baby doll and if you already liked my last post i’ll definitely be bothering you about plotting with this baby too !!

* 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

gold wings dangling in between collar bones , sun light parting cloudy skies , vowels dipped in honey , baths filled with rose petals , sketches under a cotton candy sunset .

* 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

full name. arizona scarlett gilbert . nickname(s). rizo , ari , zo , zona . preferred name. rizo and/or ari . past age. twenty one . present age. thirty one . date of birth. october eleventh . zodiac. libra . gender. cis woman . pronouns. she and her . sexuality. heterosexual . younger faceclaim. charlotte d’alessio . older faceclaim. alycia debnam carey .

* 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

( death , specifically cancer ).

in her first cry , she was gifted an echo . something said to be a miracle especially upon ears that had once suffered the news of a lost future of bearing children . that night , prayers of thank you’s were sent to the heavens , and mouths were stuff with love sculpted by two pairs of glimmering emerald hues .

granted fifteen years of sweetness and happiness that painted countenances . the two were split from the same soul . her sister was contagious and arizona was syrupy . never each other’s shadow , just each other’s biggest fan . the girls were great apart , but together they were unstoppable . but just like summer sunshine , rapid thunderstorms creep up on you without warning . their thunder fell into their ears as a disease too far along to promise hope . in the blink of an eye , cancer had disguised itself as her twin sister , the light that once sparkled in her eyes died out .

equivalent to a nightmare , when the sun forgets to rise and feet forgot how to move ; she was haunted by a ghost who had her face . swore she could hear her in the dead of the night , and sometimes even in broad daylight . grief left her clinging to bedsheets that still lingered of her sister’s memory , and soon her emerald hues became a reminder of a child lost . she no longer had her sister to hide behind , and her parent’s were no longer able to pretend they could look her in the eye .

reminded herself she was alive until tears hung in her eyes and screams left her mouth until voice was no longer recognizable . she might not be able to live life by her sister’s side , but she could live life for her sister . that night , her hands were drenched in cold glue from gluing herself back together . and after that , cloudy skies cleared and only the lingering smell of raindrops remained . she’d never get over it , but she would not become it .

* 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 .

grief no longer visible in tawny features , she radiated a warmness that seemed to be nothing but intoxicating . clung to a desperation to escape a town filled with broken hearts and disappointment and took a big deep breath of a new beginning at rom valley university .

she was a face you spotted everywhere , on the sidelines with pom poms in her hands and in class whispering about how she had no idea what was going on . being involved was something she thrived on , and because of that she was known for being the social butterfly , the chatter bug , and the girl who always had a smile on her face .

not a dumb girl , but she happened to be one of those people who prioritized their social life instead of their grades . had to really apply herself for anything above a low b , but as we all say c’s get degree’s . and truthfully she was more worried enjoying life rather then having a break down over a calculus class .

had a bad habit of speaking without thinking , and feeling without processing . life is too short so she refuses to be someone who keeps her emotions bottled up . instead wears them in facial expressions and words of anger or joy or sadness . if you did something wrong , she’ll tell you . if she’s feeling a type of way , you’ll know . but because of this she is very forward with showing those she cares about , she cares about them . her love language is pecks on the lips and i love you’s before she ends the call .

* 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

not as open as she used to be , but she still shines bright . learned to bite her tongue and control her careless ways . in some ways , she simply just matured , no longer that twenty year old something that can get away with screaming in the rain because she needed to get it off her chest .

thinks about her sister more then she did before , her mother says it’s because she’s experiencing firsts that she wishes her sister was there to see . she still refuses to show her bleeding wounds , instead bandages them up every night and whispers i miss you’s to the sky .

fell into the career of a wedding planner and has never been so in love with a job before , it’s everything she had ever hoped for . she gets to be creative , interact with people on the daily , and make other’s happy . though , it has made her a true romantic .

her relationship with her parents is special , something that formed as she got older and began to understand that yes she lost her other half , but they too lost a child . she’s grateful for her parents and is constantly reminding herself to give them some extra love . at the end of the day , they are all she has .

she lives in the city of new york in a beautiful apartment , and while it is such a different atmosphere then the small town she was raised in , she enjoys it . but her being her , she still needs to experience as much as she can and so you’ll her packing her bags every so often and living it up in a different country or a different city for a few weeks and of course dragging a few of her friends with her .

* 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

it feels like a case of deja vu , so familiar she has to stop and think about it for a little . swears she see’s pieces of her future in her dreams , and yet they feel so real it’s almost as if she’s already lived it . sometimes she feels like she’s going crazy , but most time she’s losing herself in the moment .

* 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 .

she wears her sister’s ashes in a wing shaped necklace , and later on decided to get something permanent via tattoo . her tattoo is located on her inner arm and looks a little something like this .

she’s a travel bug , and has been to countless of places . she’s one of those people who has a journal tucked away with every single place she has ever wanted to visit and she will complete her list .

in college , she was one of those people who wrote the prettiest notes that you have ever seen , did she waste more time writing them then actually studying ? yes .

she started playing soccer in elementary school and actually studied at rvu on a scholarship . it was one of the first activities that arizona did outside of her sister and after her passing it because a way to get her mind off of her passing .

* 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

* again , these are simply just ideas to give us something to start with , i am open to anything that is not mentioned as well am completely and totally okay with switching things around and adding things to these ideas !!! i love plotting and bouncing ideas off of each other so don’t be afraid to stray !

LOOK , WE’RE IN TUNE , WE’RE IN SYNC . EYE TO EYE , DON’T NEED TO THINK ( PAST/PRESENT CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . labeled as the duo to be reckoned with , there’s love between these two that not even words could explain . a friendship that has last a decade , you can hear them constantly giggle how they’re soulmates . that’s just their bond . secrets , laughter , memories , communication without words , a lifetime of inside jokes , being attached at the hip . this is just a forever thing .

WE’RE BOTH DROWNING IN GASOLINE , BURNING OVER TIME . ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . this friend is someone that arizona held close to her heart , when memories crept back up on her and that empty feeling in her heart escape bars she seemed to always find comfort in this person . and always promised them , that they could find comfort or at least a set of ears in her .

I KNOW YOU SAID LEAVE , BUT FUCK WHAT YOU SAID . CAUSE YOU’RE STEADY CRAWLING ON YOUR KNEES AGAIN , YOU NEED A FRIEND ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . this was someone that brought the worse out in arizona . they are the whispers of careless actions in each other ears and blurry lines of what they are to each other . stolen kisses and screaming voices the consequence of that . but regardless of where they stand in one another’s life , they’re the prime example that not every bond should last .

SAME CREW , I AIN’T HANGING WITH NO NEW BITCH ( PAST/PRESENT CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . a group of friend who’s energy is contagious . in college they were the ones people watched from afar and earned for something just like it . they had their fair share of fallout’s , nights of blacking out and holding each other’s hair back , hungover brunches , embarrassing stories during each other’s weddings , but their bond is for life .

I MIGHT BREAK UP WITH YOU , JUST TO MAKE UP WITH YOU . AT THE END OF THE DAY , BOY , YOU KNOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO WAKE UP WITH YOU . ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . the most serious relationship arizona had in college , and it was mixed with such high and low moments but regardless the two always found their way back to each other . for arizona , she was in love and they were all she wanted . no matter what .

MANY TIMES WE FELT IT , CAME CLOSE FOR A MINUTE . WRONG PLACE , WRONG TIME , YOU WERE ALMOST MINE . ( PAST CONNECTION ┋ OPEN ) . it always felt like more . lingering touches and avoiding the conversation , almost never given the right opportunity to say how they really felt and in return for years watched one another fall in and out of love with other people .

#death tw #again.intro #◟ ♡ ⋅ . mun . ﹛ 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐀 ﹜ : introduction .#again lmk if i missed any trigger warnings #i did not prof read so asdfg #n o clowning allowed

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jaygrl22 · 4 years ago

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Fun meta asks for writers: 2, 4, 5, 6, 19, 20, because I’m a greedy bitch and not ashamed of it :D

@whether-morning-whether-night you may be a greedy bitch but I love you for it 💕💕💕

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

No matter what story I’m working on, I always find myself looking forward to certain scenes. For example, I always love when the main character starts to realize that their love interest might... actually... like them... too? Because it’s super fun to play with those intense moments of omg!!omg!!omg!! mixed with that painfully uncertain doubt. I also love any time a character’s walls get to be down with someone they care about (love interest or otherwise) because I love the tender feelings that come out when our guards are down.

For more concrete answers tho, here’s what I’m currently most looking forward to in my 3 current works in progress:

Monsters & Mystics: Amethyst is currently very nervous over how/if things will be able to go back to the way they were before she turned venomous, and I have a scene in mind where Edward does something quite small but it just screams “I want you in my life & I’ll stay by your side no matter what as long as that’s what you want” and it makes Am feel overwhelmingly loved and emotional and asdfghjkl;asdfghj *flailing arms* Yes.

A Devereux Never Forgets: At this point, I just wanna get the second chapter DONE. But I'm most excited for things that won’t happen until a bit later, like Audrey "holding on” to something important that belongs to Harry, hiding an animal in her dorm room, the Malfoys vacationing in/near her hometown during the summer... Just lots of stuff that I have actually get to.

An Affinity with Fire: The great thing about this wip is that it time jumps every chapter, so I can literally write and post whatever I want whenever I want. But I do still want some build-up to certain things (cuz then otherwise there’s no payoff and what's the point?) like certain traumas Elia has experienced, explosions between her and Cullen in the past, them working through it (and failing but trying again), and them being genuine about their feelings. idk the whole thing is just so cute (and painful) to me 🥰

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Oh gosh... uhhhh... I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. uhhhhh... I was working on An Affinity with Fire last so let me post something from there:

Her fingers trembled as she laced her boots. When was the last time a vision had left her so frightened? Was it the first time she dreamt of the Archdemon flying overhead? The bloodshed at Kinloch Hold? The coming of the war?

All of them shook her to her very core. And yet this one was worse. Far, far worse.

Ash and blood covering the scorched earth. A devoured sky. Millions of deaths across the world playing out in a single instant; each dying scream colliding into one thundering cry. The world in red, bloody chaos. The Fade itself torn asunder. A sea of demons kneeling before a tall, misshapen creature; a dark god, a king of evils, a monster of impossible power.

She shuddered. “One thing at a time,” she told herself. “One foot, then the other.”

Johanna’s advice from all those years ago came back to her. “There’s no sense tripping over your trousers to get to the future on time,” she’d said with a grin.

Elia smiled at the memory until a knock came at the door.

I feel like most of my writing is very... not mundane necessarily but really just focused on capturing what’s happening in the moment. So it’s not very... full of imagery, I guess? but this^ feels very illustrative and I like that.

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

This is really hard to answer for me because I always start out a character by giving them a piece of myself so that I can identify with them, and then let grow on their own from there.

So like in M&M, I gave Chris my preteen anger issues, I gave Cypress my desire to have a “normal” life, I gave Dale my childishness & heart on my sleeve, and I gave Amethyst my overthinking & (unintentionally) my depression. But the characters have become their own people now, so even the traits that I share with them are different. My depression and Am’s depression manifest differently, Chris uses her anger while mine just consumed me, etc. etc.

But if you really forced me to pick, it might be... idk maybe Amethyst? Or that might just be because I write from her perspective anyway so I’m already used to wearing her shoes? idk. Honestly it changes every time I think about it haha

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Dale tends to be a lot of fun because he’s always willing to go that extra mile (because he knows he can get away with it). He’s a total dork and just so fun in general. I love getting to be a little wild with him.

I’m also really enjoying writing Elia in AAwF because she is a fascinating character no matter where I’m at in her story: as a child she’s completely out of her element, as a teen she’s a piss poor mage who's always just barely able to skirt by, trauma for d a y s in her late teens/early 20s, forced to deal with boys/men she once loved but hurt her in different ways, falls back in love with one while Thedas is literally on the verge of collapse. Just fun times all around, really.

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favorite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

My characters are always sighing, nodding/shaking their heads, or rolling their eyes 😂 I always have to comb through my rough drafts and ask myself, “Okay, they literally did this TWO SECONDS AGO and THREE TIMES in the last page. How can I change these up but still show what they’re feeling?”

I also think I focus on eyes a lot but I’m a fanfiction writer so what do you expect? at least I generally stick to one shade

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Oh gosh... I know I have a lot of things I could talk about but I’m drawing a blank... uhhhh...

One thing in M&M that I really like is that readers get to learn as it goes along. I sometimes sprinkle in real-world Wiccan/witchcraft practice stuff into what’s going on and that helps me sort of... ground this supernatural world, in a way? Like it gives me limits and guides with the non-Essence witches and that’s very helpful.

I might go off a little more on some of these answers at some point but right now I’m very hungry and need to get out of bed ahah 😅

Thanks for asking me stuff!!!💕💕💕

#ask #answered #writer #writing #wip #writing meta

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theythemsam · 5 years ago

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spn 12x04, liveblog, collected posts (all 29 of them) or as i like to call it: Sam Is Best Boy. Also @ spn: challenge to treat abuse survivors right. Like just one time. Please. I Am Begging You.

Psychic time!!!

Oh Hell Yeah Stigmata Time!

#im such a sucker for gory religion

Father DeNiro asdfgh

#more priestchesters!!!

Sam immediately recognizing Aramaic… Smart Boy!!!

#also his hair looks a+++++ in this episode

“I’m a thirteen year old girl” kinda funny, very sad though :(

Dean is immediately ready to kill a random woman… Ufff

#like normally they try to find hex bags at first before they kill them

The family letting their daughter die because its “gods will”. Fuck Off

Return of the social worker garb

Dean has 100% abandonment issues

#poor bby

Waaaait, that’s the bike Dean was checking out! No wonder they lingered on it for so long. Nice.

The frigging roast at me, a tv watcher. “sitting in front of some screen watching fake people do fake things” Shut Up!!!

Sam just fucking calling out the garbage mother for blaming her daughters death on God

#asdf ROAST EM

“God didn’t kill your daughter, you did!”

#roast em!!!!

Oh shit. Magda is not dead, she’s locked in the goddamn basement!

#ok hey Sammy can you come back and slaughter this family pls

The mother is such a bitch.

#im seriously gonna throw the fuck down

Sam’s cool background awwww

Also honestly if I was Beth and a random dude showed up like that late at night at a place where we regularly get /death threats/ uhhhhhh I’d be worried tbh

Sam just fucking screaming into his phone while hes trying to stay undetected… Idiot

#i love him but uff #gotta be all the concussions finally taking their toll

Sam trying to reassure Magda… Im Love Him!!!!

#shes a great psychic!!!

I love that Sam’s powers are brought back up and that he tries to reassure Magda

Asdfgh Magda realizing as the first thing that the social worker lady is pretty sounds uhhh pretty gay?

#pls join the wayward sisters!!!

“By doing what? Beating the hell out of her?” “Pain purges sin.” “No it doesn’t.”

GROWTH!!!

#like compared to trials!sam who was like this is purifying me… im love him!!!

The mum frigging poisoned her husband. And then she wants to force her kids into suicide.

#im so glad Magda stops him #he does still die but he does sacrifice himself for his sister… #uff what a garbage mother!

“I’m not the Devil. You are.” Yeaaaahhh you tell her!!!

Awwwww Madga getting to a nice ranch and living deliciously is honestly what she deserves

#also this power. It doesn’t control you you control it #and sam offering her the chance to call him #I LOVE THEM!!!

Mary writing Dean to tell Sam that she loves them both and Dean just going Nothing… I’m gonna fight you!

#your. Kneecaps. Are. Mine. (mostly bc I honestly cannot hit higher I am too tiny Oh Noes) #asdfg also my dad called dean an asshole here asdfghj

Oh shit, Oh fuck, I don’t wanna see Magda again

#that never ends well in supernatural

But aww she’s wearing a lesbian hunter flannel. I love her!!!!

Uhm anyway, this is a lie, Ketch did not get to Magda, she is not dead, this is a fucking lie!!!

#i hate this I hate this I hate this #uhhhh list of abuse survivors on supernatural: max dreamroot dude bela bobby madison magda cellar kids probably more I currently cant remember #and they all die #all except bela and bobby after 1 episode #thanks spn for constantly telling me that there is no chance to ever get a better life as an abuse survivor!!! Hurray! Ptsd is forever and then you die! Cool!!! #thankfully im in a healthy enough place but this pisses me off so much!!! #why did they have to kill Magda? #anyway uhhh AU where Magda is alive #she like stopped the bullet so it only graced her #shes alive actually!

#spn 12x04 #collections #I Am.... Sad.......#sam liveblogs

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nootvanlis · 6 years ago

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I’m a nostalgic idiot tonight and I miss all the people I met at LFF ;__; I miss @gagasunicorn5 and @juust-stef 💖 I was losing my voice and yet I spent all night being trash with Aracelli LMAO. Idek where to start bc I have so much fun memories 😭

This was my first time out of the country and I paid for everything for this expensive ass trip so I was really proud of myself. Barcelona is so beautiful I wish I had more time to explore but I was jet lagged so badly LMAO.

How come I can stare at Elise’s eyes for hours and I can’t even make eye contact with Natasha without nearly peeing my pants (literally, I took 3 washroom breaks in a span of 15min while I was in line for her autograph and then was sweating bullets bc I had to pee badly again as she slowly took her time to sign my picture asdfghj) Ok it was probably the fact that I only lived off of soup, ginger ale, water, orange juice, medication BECAUSE I WAS SICK. This post (here) is the only thing I cared about to remember during the meet and greet bc I didn’t enjoy it much LMAO. OH and that Natasha and Elise would work on a mockumentary together (Natasha as producer and Elise as director).

Y’all Natasha looks so good in every polaroid photo we took at dinner I’m out of bREATH looking at them (or maybe it’s a sign I should start getting in shape againdfghj)

I find it amusing that Natasha remembers me and Elise is shocked I live in Toronto 😂 I have given Elise a birthday present for 2 straight years in person at Buffer Fest LMAO. Also my fav Elise moment is (here) and (here) where she sees my half naked Demi Lovato phone lockscreen. Breakfast with Elise was really great 😭 Just hearing her talk is so inspirational. I talked about not knowing what to do with my life and she gave a whole speech about how “not knowing anything” means the freedom to explore more about yourself or something like that LMAO. Elise really sounds wise beyond years. And then she was was so excited about directing her friend’s music video that she gave us a sneak peek of it 😭 Natasha and Elise switched tables during breakfast in the last 15min bc Natasha really wanted to meet everyone, so sweet ;__; (Natasha’s table was full and there was only 6 of us for Elise so we got a pretty cool deal here LMAO). As if staring at Elise’s beautiful doe brown eyes was enough, I had to endure Natasha’s fucking side profile too knowing how thirsty I am for her jawline and nose and bangs? asdfghjl It was barely 2 hours into the day and I was ready to pass out 😂

I was super fucking pissed we weren’t allowed to record during the panels 🙄 Like the security guards would come up to you and tell you to delete the video if they caught you. I luckily didn’t and was able to upload a shitty video of the panels 🤧 Natasha was saying to me at breakfast how the fandom appreciates all the shit I’ve been doing and thanked me for coming all the way there to film the panel and that lowkey made me tear up a bit bc I really try so hard and spend so much money for y’all ;__; I told her we weren’t allowed to record but I’m gonna try anyways LMAO Natasha was like “I hope no one gives you a hard time about that and if they do be like ‘talk to Natasha’ and I’ll be like ‘stop bullying Gabi’” 😂 Also Natasha attempts to kill me by admitting she read my blog post (here).

idk what else to say, it was a really good time (minus LFF being so disorganized and shit). The highlight of the con was the closing ceremony bc we just kept requesting gay ass songs while waiting for the closing (they were 2-3 hours behind schedule…). And when they played Love Will Have its Sacrifices cover with Natasha and Elise, I just started crying. Because I was in a room full of people that were fans like me and part of the LGBT community and that the con was completely over. I had to go home back to Canada and live my boring ass life again. We just all danced to all the songs playing and this really was my most memorable con experience.

I really want to go again next year~

#natasha negovanlis #elise bauman #natlise #negovanman #sorry this was long I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AND MEMORIES #THAT I DONT WANT TO FORGET EVER #i'm a little self conscious about posting this bc i gained so much weight in the last 4 months #personal #my face #lovefanfest

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snakuchan · 6 years ago

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about me tag

aye listen up @13-scoups, yoongi needs to make way because my heart...you own it asdfghj thank you for tagging me again :”))

The rules are:

Tag the person who tagged you.

Answer the questions.

Tag 10 people.

How tall are you?

5 feet and 3 quarters. I’m the runt of the group, those 3 quarters mean the world to me

What color and style is your hair?

Medium brown with blonde highlights and copper tones. Since it’s getting hotter and I’ve already spent some time in the pool, she’s getting lighter uwu. I have my hair in an A-line bob but it’s been a few months and the shortest ends are past my shoulders already :^( I’m planning on getting a simple bob right above my shoulders cause i dont wanna grow my hair out just yet

What color are your eyes?

Light brown? Hazel? Tbh it depends on light. I’ve worn grey contacts that straight up make my eyes look a bit blue and people think yeah those are your eyes

Do you wear glasses?

Yeet, I’m blind :^(

Do you wear braces?

I had to suffer with them for 3 years from 8th to 10th grade and im never going back idc if those bitches are getting crooked again

What is your fashion style?

Feminine? I only wear dresses and long skirts uwu. Miss me with them skinny jeans in this Miami weather bro

Full name?

Cynthia~

When were you born?

December 11, 1999 (love making fun of my 2000 people even tho i am in spirit a 2000 child)

Where are you from and where do you live now?

I’ve lived in Hialeah my whole life and plan on dying here fam

What school do you go to?

Uwuu let’s not go to into too much detail ;) My uni’s a pretty popular school and it’s essentially every Florida student’s safety net if they can’t make it into the more competitive unis. There’s like 60k students parking’s a bitch pls help :)

What kind of student are you?

Uh the quiet type maybe. I’d rather not do teamwork and I just mind my business. Really I’m more of a get in get out type of student, I refuse to stay on campus for longer than necessary. I either get As or Cs because I sort of prioritize which classes are more important so I guess I still have hs mentality where I ignore the “elective” type classes. Need to work on that oof

Do you like school?

Sometimes. I actually took the most recent semester off (which ended like last week) because anxiety :))) My body was just not handling it well. The times I do like a school are honestly when I feel like I could get a moment of peace and quiet on campus but that’s not often

Favorite subject?

Any science subject really but probably more chemistry (I’m majoring in biochemistry)

Favorite TV show?

You mean favorite netflix series? asdfgh no it’s probably Buffy the Vampire Slayer pls never let this masterpiece die off

Favorite movie?

I love so many movies so I could never really pick but let’s just go with The Fifth Element cause why not. I have weird nostalgia for it and idky

Favorite books?

I haven’t read in the longest time what a shame :(( but Esperanza Rising and Tennyson are my absolute childhood faves. Also Strange Sweet Song idk it just hits me in a way. You could say I’m still a whore for teen fiction. Oh shit that’s right The Night Circus is fucking *chef’s kiss* delicioso

Favorite pastime?

Coloring in those therapeutic coloring books, bingewatching anything and everything, yelling at my dumbass friends on Telegram, and doing laundry. I actually like doing chores now holy shit

Do you have any regrets?

I feel like I could have worked harder in high school, especially with some of my AP classes (I could’ve fucking passed my calculus exam if i just hnng :)) and I also could’ve enjoyed myself a bit more as a teen cause now I just feel burned out. Interesting these contradictions

Dream job?

A physician. What field? We’ll see

Would you like to get married?

YEET

Would you like to have kids?

I would love to have kids but I’m afraid of being a bad mother simply because I feel I have no motherly bone in my body I’m just sdfgh :’((

How many?

1, just one kiddo is enough

Do you like shopping?

I rarely do, I honestly get really exhausted so I only go when I really want new clothes and have the money for it

What countries have you visited?

Besides visiting family in Cuba, none :^( and honestly Cuba isn’t a real vacation cause dealing with some of my relatives is a chore. Ask any Cuban-American really

Scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

OOF I’ve had lots but here’s one from when I was 15. It’s basically my high school, all dilapidated and whatnot. I’m scrambling around trying to get to class when I reach the third floor of the main building and walk into the main hallway to see my principal, nude and morbidly obese with chains in his hands leading to a dozen naked and anorexic women with black button eyes (Coraline?) and like a mouse’s head? The women were scrubbing the floors and walls until their hands and knees bled. It’s all I remember but it’s stuck with me all these years and every time I think about it I get a bit nauseated

Any enemies?

Probably not. I really don’t care about anyone around me besides the people I befriend. I’m probably an enemy to someone but I wouldn’t know. When I tell y’all ignorance is bliss

Any significant others?

Been single my whole life :)

Do you believe in miracles?

Hmm I am religious so I’d say yes

How are you?

Well, my sunburn’s healing fantastically thank fuck can’t say ass about the scrape on my knee tho. About to shower and eat dinner :)

Tagging @mycandylover0822, @ilovewonu, @girlwithluvs lol i need friends *twitch* Why the fuck do I write so much?? Hopefully this has been a wild ride for u fucks ily all

#if u guys read this in its entirety u own my ass #uhm why in the fuck is it thundering so much ok

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chvrliie · 6 years ago

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𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙈𝙕 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝘼𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙀… charlie puth is a twenty six year old singer / songwriter. in past interviews he has been described as +talented &. +adorable, as well as -introverted &. -overemotional. their insta is full of shots of pianos, sheet music, tour flashbacks. it’s always exciting to see what the cis male is up to next ! could his secret be our next headline ?

hehehe okay so i’m major trash & vERY, VERY LATE W/ THIS ?!??!? but hey ! here i am ! and listen, i’ve been thinking abt charlie since the suMMER ... except i’m a snail when it comes to making gifs :/ or anything, really :/ buT it’s totally okay ! let’s get on w/ the show !

headcanons :

obsessed with music. production nerd. spends most of his time layering vocals. feels the most confident whenever he’s at the studio. ends every night with a milkshake. reads to pass the time on the tour bus. could burst into tears at the mention of his journey, knowing that people are genuinely rooting for his success. never reads instagram comments. doesn’t sleep. falls in love with anything fluffy. always traveling. most inspiration for his comes from past / current experiences. trains over planes. the tour bus is a prime spot to write. avid poster collector, mostly beatles. has this newfound confidence that he’s tapping into. usually blows off plans. scared of being too vulnerable. fantasizes and romanticizes almost everything. self-proclaimed #art hoe. believes /everything/ happens for a reason. super supportive of his friends. literally that guy who comments under every picture, w/ all the cute emojis. a total sweetheart. that dude who makes obnoxiously loud beats at the worst times. sings his sentences. sometimes.

plots :

[ one ] - long distance relationships are v stRESSFUL bUT this is so cute :( u know regardless of the ending asdfghj :( give me this n i’ll give you my heART ! [ two ] - i fucking loVE roommate plots more than i love myself sometimes ( ??? ) and this one gives me lOTS of feelings ! [ three ] - sidenote: this is literally oNE of my favorite plots oVER so this ! has to be ! on the list ! its just so angsty n i ???? canNOT ! breathe ! [ four ] - anything from here cause exes plots really have a special place in my heart, so any of these would suffice for me ! [ five ] - i’m totally running out of explanations now, but this one is rlly cute ://///// like i have sO many things planned & it should be illegal :///// [ six ] - exes / pretend relationships don’t have anYTHING on long distance relationships which honestly tear my heart into pieces ! this one is rlly cute too jESUS ://///// [ seven ] - now who doesn’t love childhood best friends ??? no but srsly this will have sOOOo many harbored in feelings for / years / and i need that eMOTION in my life !

+ also wanted : [ best friends, exes, exes to lovers, friends to lovers, lovers to enemies, acquaintances. platonic friendships. friends with benefits, slow-burn relationship, forbidden love, secret relationship. ]

keep in mind that these plots are never set in stone, we can always add / remove the things that they don’t like ! also, these aren’t final ( just until i write plots off of songs from his album … but .. i’m lazy whAT’S NEW ! ) so have these ;) liking this post gives me FULL permission to invade your ims & i won’t take no for an answer so :))))))))) be ready :)))))))

#shq;plotcall #WELP ....#let's ignore that thIS is late !#n look at thIS cutie :(

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 7 years ago

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- Show two over!!!

- Okay lmao I Love Kids for some reason they were trying to stage a wedding between the girl playing grown Nala and a hyena boy and it was the FUNNIEST THING lmao. Scar Kid was the ‘rabbi’ with another kid as is ‘backup pastor’ (”Why does a rabbi need a pastor?” “Ugh, fine, she’ll be the cantor” “I'm DEMOTED?!?!”) and they kept getting interrupted so they had to move to backstage and then Young Simba had to miss it to block a scene and he dramatically reached for the group while letting out a tearful ‘Nooo, wait-’ and they all had speeches and Scar Kid had to start his Official Matrimony Spiel over like 10 times this whole event took like a full hour it was so funny lmao

- INSTENSE debate over who Nala’s father is for some reason??? Top Three contenders are Scar, Raffiki and Mufasa, Raffiki was pissed as all hell to even be considered (”A BABOON CAN’T MAKE A LION WHY CANT YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND BIOLOGY”) and none of them would Listen when I gave valid points as to why Scar couldn’t be her father lmao

- Wait omfg tho at one point I was like ‘doesn’t he try to marry her in act two’ and the little girl playing Zazu omfg she was like ‘Oh yeah! Maybe it’s a-’ and she pressed her middle and pointer fingers on each hand and then tapped them together and scandalously whispered ‘family thing’. But the hand gesture just had me on the floor. What was that supposed to symbolize???? She’s so precious help

- I was mic-ing Scar and he’s like ‘When I grow up, I wanna be an American.’

“What are you now?”

“An American.”

“....?”

“I’m gonna be an ORTHADOX American!”

“What’s.....what’s your definition there-”

“YEEHAW! YIPEE-KIGH-YAY! That’s how they talk!”

- “I’m gonna convert to Jewish!” “Judaism?” “No, JEWISH!”

- Last night in the beginning of ‘I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’ young Simba was a little quiet from obvious nerves but he got louder as the song went on but apparently he has Stage Parents(tm) because they literally came up asking what was wrong with his mic yesterday because he wasn’t loud enough and I was like. begging. like ma’am please your nine year old is capable of being momentarily shy adddfghjkhgf

- During ‘Be Prepared’ Scar’s head just flew right off and I accidentally laughed Way Too Fucking Loud lmao

- Oh my God....they messed up Mufasa’s Death scene and now Zazu can go down for conspiracy to murder. that happened

- Lmao he’s supposed to throw Simba to Zazu and those two run off stage and then he jumps on the rock and the whole thing with Scar happens right. But when he threw Simba to Zazu, Zazu just like. wasn’t off the rock yet. So Simba had to get on the rock. And then they just. stayed there while Scar blatantly murders Mufasa. And then Zazu just ran off stage and Simba climbed down and finished the scene and then Zazu just didn’t come out for the funeral scene??? And also now Simba’s guilt complex makes no sense because he was Less Than A Foot Away And Realistically Would Know It Was Murder. Oh my God I died with Mufasa tonight okay there was no way to fix this asdfghj

- ‘Okay, you’re gonna have your mic on for a whole hour before the show starts, so you need to BE CAREFUL and not mess around!‘ ‘Okay!’ *Nala immediately picks Simba up like a toddler and carries him outside where Everyone is messing around*

- They really....STILL making grown Simba sing the low note on the last line....it drives me insane guys help it doesn’t sound cute at all

- The dude on the soundboard oh my God. like. he GAVE me a SCRIPT and TOLD me to TELL HIM when to turn someones mic on. It’s not like I'm just Being Bossy or something. but every single time I tell him who to turn on he hesitates!!! always like are you sure!!!! uhhh they’re on stage and speaking so yeah p sure my dude!!!!!

-ugh

- The music director/piano guy just........showed up wearing African robes omfg

- and then he played the ‘fame’ music while people were filing into the house and never before have I been so attacked. the first real show I was ever in. the worst show I was ever in. the show I'm working next month for some unholy reason. I'm literally having flashbacks help me

- we couldn’t get the one door to stay open so I had to be a breathing door stopper for a solid 20 minutes

- we lost like.....four of the colored lights and it’s Noticeable lmao

- like it still looks pretty dead center but like. the sides of the screen are just white now and it looks a bit sloppy lol

- something is up with mic 5 and we all are just blatantly refusing to address it

- The whole audience stanned the shit out of Raffiki as she Deserves

- The smoke machine ALMOST worked correctly today!!!!!! :D

- there was finally a vocal warmup....finally....

- for mic checks we just asked them to sing circle of life together and these kids. the very definition of ‘ham’ let me fucking tell you. I almost wish I filmed it lol

- anyway overall the show went well and the audience loved it!!! Hopefully we can finish strong tomorrow!!!!

#LK vagueblogging 2k18 #musicals #molly mumbles

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