#but im going to church tomorrow morning

[penisbrigade]

considering reading the bible for the first time since i was like 9 so i can write canon compliant jesus x judas fanfiction. when did my life become.........this? bringing back the religious hyperfixation, but with homosexual tragedy this time<333

[valley-of-headcanons]

Heyy! So I just found your stuff and it’s all super cute I love this kind of thing 😊 feel free to decline but do you think you could do a little fluffy one shot type thing where you’re just gaming with Sebastian and then whoops you both fall in love 😳

best gamer of all time || sebastian x reader oneshot

hanging out with your friends is always fun, but gaming alone with him may be your new favorite thing <3

warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff oh my god, you may suck at this game but you do NOT suck at winning his heart

requested by: @juleboo , this is such an adorable request! i'm sorry this took like forty billion years, life has decided to kick me off my feet, but im doing a lot better so yippeeeee. i hope you enjoy, hopefully it was worth the long wait 🙏

Hanging out on a Saturday night was a ritual for you, Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam. You all rotate on who's place you hang out at, and tonight was Sebastian's. Abigail was laid out on the couch, Sebastian sitting on his bed, and you and Sam were on the floor. After a very intense game of Jackbox, with a lot of chaotic answers and laughter, it was nearing midnight.

“I cannot believe you put that! That was a direct jab at me and you know it!” Sam said towards Abigail's direction, obviously not actually upset.

“Then clean up the fuckin' pizza boxes in your room! That rat would've become your best friend if your mom didn't find him- wait- what time is it? ... oh shit, my dad is gonna kick my ass!” Abigail said, jumping up at lightning speed and grabbing her bag. “Sorry to kill the party, love you guys, if I get lectured one more time this week I am going to pull out my hair. Bye bye!”

And off she goes, leaving just as chaotic as she came. Sounds about right. The remaining three of you laughed, before Sam stood up and grabbed his things as well. “For some reason Mom wants me to come to church in the morning, she saw some lyrics to one of our songs and she kind of flipped her shit. Soooo, gotta atone for my sins. Have fun you two,” he said, sending a small wink Sebastian's way before making his way up the stairs.

You saw the wink, it definitely caught you off guard. You immediately snapped your head towards Sebastian. “What was that for?” you said with a smirk, which wasn't held for long. It slipped into a smile, moving from the floor to the now empty couch.

Sebastian's expression remained neutral, rolling his eyes. “Sam is always up to something, ignore him. Do you wanna stay and hang for a little while? I don't have anything to do tomorrow,” he said, looking towards the cabinet of games that sat beside his gaming console. He never asked anyone to stay later, especially when it's his night to host. He usually wants everyone out, Sebastian cherishes his alone time.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he asked you this, he actually wanted to spend more time with you? You felt so honored and special, of course you were going to stay. “Yeah, what did you wanna do?”

“I bought a game, it's co-op. Wanna try it out? It's a platformer, it seems pretty easy,” he said, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing the case. He made his way back over to you, showing you the back of the case, carefully studying your features. He wanted to make sure you were actually interested, and when your face lit up, he couldn't hold back a smile. It was rare for him, but it was perfect.

“Hell yeah, let's pop this bad boy in!” you said, sitting up excitedly and scooting over so that you two could share the couch. After 'popping that bad boy in', he sat next to you and handed you the controller.

Sebastian put on the tutorial before beginning to show you the controls. He described what to do, but due to your drowsiness from working all day, you just couldn't grasp what the controls were. “Here,” he mumbled, thinking for a moment before carefully putting his hands over yours.

“Alright, shoot with this button, alright?” he said, making sure not to get too close to you. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but these little touches were really nice ... he could get used to this.

“Mhm ...” you hummed, although your brain was short-circuiting. Every single thought in your brain was rendered useless in that moment, every place where you two touched felt like it was on fire. You clumsily tried to recreate his movements, shooting when he asked and jumping when he instructed. You learned the controls, but barely.

“Got it?” he said simply, slowly beginning to let go of you. He didn't really want to, but he didn't want to overstep your boundaries. He really cared about you, he didn't want to jeopardize that.

With a hesitant nod of confirmation, you two began the game. It was a mess, you definitely did not grasp the controls whatsoever. However, he enjoyed seeing what kind of trouble you got yourself into. How could you even get up there?

“Okay- when you jump, press the trigger to latch on to that cliff, and do NOT let go-” he tried to explain as you jumped with all of your might ... just to not even touch the cliff. Your body hit the floor with a splat, and you both sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at each other. Small snickers turned into full blown laughter, falling down onto the couch as you both held your faces.

“How the hell am I so stupid?? That was so easy! How the hell did I miss that??” you cackled, wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes.

“I have no idea but it was one of the best things I've ever seen,” Sebastian's laughter began to quiet as he sat up, his gaze making its way down to you. You looked so perfect in the soft light of the television, so happy from the laughter that was encasing the both of you. He could not stop smiling.

“What?” you said softly, a gigantic grin on your face. You couldn't move, you just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“... nothing. Just ... capturing this moment,” Sebastian said in a gentle tone, taking a deep breath before looking back at the screen. “You're a ghost now, but you can still help me and eventually I can revive you.”

You slowly sat up, but you had an idea. You slid a little closer to him than you were before, your legs touching. “Alright, I'll be the best fuckin' ghost in town,” you laughed, knowing you were bound to fuck it up but you had no care in the world. This was too fun.

He looked over at your legs touching, smiling even wider before continuing the game. He would ask you to do things as a ghost as you did ... with enough trial and error. He did notice that you kept adjusting and scooting closer and closer. He really liked this.

“Do you know how to freeze someone?" he asked, which you shook your head to. “Let me see this-” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you, definitely just wanting to help you see the controls. You were essentially sitting in his lap at this point, a soft pink blush creeping onto both of your faces.

His face was so close, pressed almost right up against yours ... you wanted to stay here forever, but you didn't want to say anything that would ruin the moment. Nervous silence held you two for a moment, before he did something that both of you wanted more than anything. He carefully kissed your cheek, before going back to the game as if nothing ever happened.

Your brain melted, a feeling of bliss overtaking your body. You've been waiting for that for ages. You slowly leaned back into his chest as he laid down his controller for a moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist for a moment, giving you a careful squeeze. You reached your arms up around his neck, hugging him back. Neither of you cared about the game anymore.

“Stay here tonight. If you want to,” Sebastian muttered softly, holding your body close to his. He didn't dare let go, and neither did you.

You stayed there that night, you stayed wrapped up in his arms until the daylight and you had to work on your farm. But you hoped one day, you could wake up next to him everyday. Maybe someday, but for now, you had many Saturday nights where you stayed over later than everybody else.

[bluesidedown]

Also one of these things happens in one (1) hour and it feels like an asshole move to cancel at this point.

Trying to decide whether to cancel my two remaining responsibilities for the week and become a sick blob or whether to power through (I could!) and be tired and contagious in public

[naturesapphic]

Southern Belle Wanda with a temper. Expected to watch the love of her life (reader) marry another woman. Everything goes to shit, simply because Wanda refused to do so. Like, readers dress had a tear in it, her wife to be’s ring went missing (👀), the pastor cancelled on them the day of. Yet it didn’t stop reader.

So, she doesn’t even wait for the fill in preacher to ask for objections, she just dramatically storms through the barn doors and pulls the reader from her fiancée.

I think it could end in a getaway, where R just chuckles and says, “took you long enough, Maximoff…”

The reason for their current relationship statutes, Wanda was supposed to marry rich, but she chose her hearts path to marry the heiress to a small town farm.

“Marry me instead”

Southern belle!wanda maximoff x country!fem!reader

Warning: little bit of angst, hurt/comfort, Wanda has a temper

“Stop the wedding!” Wanda’s yells comes through the whole church and everyone turned their heads to see a distraught wanda. She stormed over to you and grabbed you from your fiancé. Your fiancé gave Wanda a dirty look and pulled you back towards her. “You will not take my wife away from me! You are married to that rich guy, now you leave my woman alone!” She growled but that made Wanda madder.

~ Flashbacks ~

You were in your room looking for your dress to make sure it wasn’t wrinkled when you pulled it out of your closet to find that it had tears in it. You were confused and had your suspicions that it was Wanda but you didn’t think on it more I mean, she wouldn’t do that to you right? She’s supposed to be marrying rich…

~ flashback over ~

“She’s not your “wife”!” Wanda yelled out and pulled you back towards her. Everything made sense now about how Wanda was acting and why things were going wrong. You had a feeling it was Wanda but now everything came together.

~ flashback ~

Tomorrow was your planned wedding day but everything is going to shit, some people have cancelled, your parents aren’t happy about the girl you are marrying, and your dress has a tear in it, and when it couldn’t get any worse. You just found out that the pastor has cancelled on y’all at the last second. You were kissed and every time something bad happens, your mind goes to Wanda.

She better not be ruining this all because y’all couldn’t marry. She was the one who chose rich over you. Now as you were looking in your room to find your box that has your ring in it, you open it to find that there’s no ring it in. You were livid and you wanted to get married now. So you gathered up everyone and got a random preacher and got your fiancé.

~ flashback over ~

“Who do you choose y/n? Her? Or me.” Your fiancé asked you as she gave Wanda a deadly glare that made you uncomfortable. You knew how your fiancé got when she got mad and you were always terrified when she was. You have always loved Wanda and always will. “I choose Wanda.” You said blankly as you snatched your arm back away from your ex as Wanda grabbed your arm gently and ran. You ran behind her as y’all both giggled and went into her car.

“Took you long enough maximoff…” you chucked as she sped off into the sunrise. She looked over at your with a love struck smile and gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Im sorry it took me so long. I had to get rich off my back when I told him last minute that I didn’t want to marry him. He definitely wasn’t happy about it but I didn’t care. All I thought about was you. It’s always you. That’s why I did those things to sabotage your wedding.” She admitted.

You laughed and shook your head. “I had a feeling you did.” You said and she smiled at you. “Where are we going?” You said as you looked out your window to see trees and the morning sun coming up from behind them. “To wherever our car takes us sugar. It’s us from now on and I’m never letting you go.”

A/n: I hope the anon enjoys it! I hope I did everything right with your request. I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too! My requests are still open and remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all

[superlocrians]

19th october , 2024　 ୨ৎ　10:24 pm

today i did my morning routine fully—except for, of course, my reading plan. i decided to talk to my mom instead. i finished sections 1/6 of english 3. i used YTP and i studied 4hr, 11m. since tomorrow is sunday, i’ll allocate a significant amount of time for my bible reading plan that im behind in. tomorrow’s quests:

• wash lights

• catch up in reading plan

• 2 liters of water

today work went pretty ok. i ate before hand (chicken/barbacoa salad with pico, sour cream and cheese). i’m glad i got so much studying in today. i did stretches in the morning as well. i really should workout and move my body more as i am very sedentary and i believe it is already having an affect on my health. tired and must go to church tomorrow—so, goodnight!!

- porda

[1ovemelikeasailor]

Sailor pt.1

PLEASE PLAY THE SONG

"Sailor Song" -Gigi Perez

Summary: Jenna wouldn't mind falling in love with Y/n L/n, if it didn't mean falling in love with a girl. Y/n wouldn't mind falling in love with Jenna Ortega, if it didn't mean falling in love with Jenna Ortega.

(Slight smut eventually)

HIGHSCHOOL!AU

Jenna Ortega x Female reader

-

This story is about two girls, who couldn't love each other because of fate that it's always supposed to be Man and Woman.

No one's POV:

It was a normal day at Riverbank High. Y/n walked into her science class, which she very much hates. She hated the work, the way the teacher had tried to teach it, the exams, the way she just didn't...get it.

"Another lame day I suppose." She sits herself down next to Mason, then goes her book-bag.

"It's always a lame day when you have Mrs.Ramirez teaching!" Mason responds trying to act happy. Y/n lets out a small silent laugh. "What're you doing tomorrow?"

"I mean, I got church tomorrow—"

"Your mom still making you go to that thing?" He laughs.

"Sadly, yes. Fortunately I don't have to wear a dress."

"She does know..you're gay...right?"

"Yes, but as she says 'God's love is eternal.'" Y/n reenacts her mom's words.

"You believe that?" Mason starts getting his notebook out while looking at Y/n.

"I think so." She shrug doing the same thing and getting out her notebook.

"Well, maybe after church we could hang? Maybe with Jack or something?"

"Probably. We could finally watch Despicable Me 4 together."

"You are so right!"

-

Saturday

It was the morning of the next day.

"Bright and early! C'mon Y/n let's go!" Y/n's mom bangs on her door. Y/n groans in response remembering how'd she stayed up all night playing ps5 with Mason and Jasmin

"I hate video games." She mumbles finally getting up.

"Y/n!—"

"Im up! Im up and alive!" She shouts back. Her mom runs off to her own room starting to get ready.

Y/n puts on a simple white shirt with some loose—but not too loose jeans, a belt goes with it. As soon as that's over she rushes to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and combing her hair.

"Mom! Im done!" Y/n goes downstairs to her mom and dad rushing to get in the car.

"Okay perfect. Let's go."

-

Y/n had looked around the church building maybe just trying to find someone she knew, or maybe she was just bored. Y/n believed her mom, "God's love is eternal." The thing is others didn't. People knew Y/n was gay at that church too, they didn't like it very much. But who are they to say anything? Who are they to judge? They call themselves christians, they loved everybody, they preached that God loved everybody, but what happened then? Was Y/n someone God stopped loving because she could love a girl the way shes 'not supposed to'? Who were they to judge..?

Church is finally over—but of course her mom wants her to stay to get to know new people. There were always new comers to her church, and every-time her mom would want her to get to know them. Her mother always said "Love your neighbor."

"You already know Y/n, go find—"

"Go find some new people, make friends—mom I know." With that Y/n walks off rolling her eyes. Why was she even here? Why was she supporting a community that didn't even accept her for loving a different gender than what was 'normal'?

Y/n decides to walk over near a few of the scriptures in the church.

"Shit—" Y/n covers her mouth looking at the statues. "I mean..shoot!" She awkwardly smiles at the statue. She looks back to her right seeing Jenna. Jenna Ortega. What the hell—I mean what the heck was she doing here? Y/n knew Jenna was a church girl, but never her church she'd come to. I mean you could tell she was a church girl too. The golden cross dangling around her neck—the way she dressed, the way she lightly wore makeup because God made everyone in his image. Her bible in hand talking to someone else—"That's not good." Y/n mumbles seeing Jenna beginning to walk over to her.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?" She looks at the shorter girl.

"Thought I recognized you."

"Oh, uh, yeah." Y/n shrugs.

"Didn't take you for a church girl—"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Anyways, um, bye." She walks away. That was weird. Jenna has never talked to Y/n—well, I mean there was that one time in algebra in grade 9 but she had to talk to Y/n. They were partners.

"Bye." Y/n mutters looking at Jenna already halfway across the room. She goes off the find her mom knowing this was already a waste of time.

-

Monday

Y/n walks with Jack to your guys math class. She begins telling him about what happened at church the other day.

"Okay thats weird. A straight church girl—not to mention arguably one of the most popular girls in our school talking to you? A gay—"

"Im gonna stop you before I sock you in the mouth." Y/n puts her hand on his chest making them both stop in their place. He just nods. You guys both begin walking again and when you both look up you see.. Jenna Ortega. Of course. She walks right by the two laughing and giggling to her 3 friends. Y/n and Jack watch as she walks all the down the hall.

"Stop staring weirdos my gosh—!" Jasmin slaps both of their arms. "What has gotten into you guys? You guys do realize thats Jenna? Lord, give me the strength."

"Okay—first of all I was starring to see if she would look at Y/n—"

"Why would she look at Y/n—"

"Um, maybe because she walked up to her at church—"

Jasmin laughs loudly.

"Jenna walked up to Y/n...at church? The straightest, meanest, religious girl ever, walking up a gay girl that plays videos games until 3 in the morning—"

"Hey! You do that too!"

The bell rings.

"Shit! We're late! Thanks a-lot, Jasmin." Jack rolls his eyes as you guys begin to walk again.

"You are so welcome—and we're talking about this later by the way!" She shouts as we run off to class.

-

Later Monday

Jenna played with her golden cross necklace, as she sat her silent room. She let out a deep sigh lying there..just there.

"Jenna, come on hun! You're gonna be late for cheer practice!" Natalie, Jenna's mother shouts from downstairs.

"Coming mom!" Jenna rushes grabbing her cheer bag still fidgeting with the necklace.

"Whats wrong? You okay, Jen?" Her mom asked before grabbing her coffee and phone.

"Um—yes. Everythings okay. Im fine."

They both get in the car, driving to Riverbank high.

-

Y/n sits underneath the bleachers headphones blasting. It was now 6pm. She just need to get away—from everything, everyone.

Unfortunately for Y/n, someone followed the sound coming from her headphones.

"Y/n?"

"Shit—shoot!" Y/n jumps up, headphones sliding off. This makes Jenna slightly laugh.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Jenna makes her towards Y/n, under the bleachers.

"It's—fine, it's okay." Y/n clears her throat putting her headphones around her neck.

"You sure? You seemed a little scared there." Jenna giggles at the memory. It makes Y/n smile.

"Okay, I wasn't that scared." Y/n scoffs, the smile never leaving her face.

"You sure? I mean your headphones flew off—"

"Okay can we stop talking about that, okay?" Y/n laughs. Oh shit, shes laughing...with Jenna Ortega. Jenna. Ortega. Holy sh—

"No promises." Jenna smiles. "So, quick question..what do you happen to be doing underneath the bleachers?"

"Better question, how did you find me underneath the bleachers?"

"I asked first."

"Okay, fine. I was just listening to music to get out of the house."

"Tough day?"

"Uh, something like that." Y/n shrugs. "Now..what are you doing here?"

"Well..cheer practice." She sits down next to Y/n.

"Then why are you here and now with them?" Y/n points to the group of girls practicing. Jenna takes a deep breath.

"Needed a break I guess." Jenna shrugs. They both look at each other. This was all weird. She'd never be this nice..to anyone, let alone a gay nerd. Jenna finally comes to senses realizing whats happening. "Um—Im gonna go. Bye." She walks away—fast.

"Oh, yeah, bye." Y/n looks up to see her rushing away. There's something different about Jenna, why is she doing this?

-

Wednesday

"I don't know man—it was weird."

"So what..you like her now?" Mason asks, while I tell him about the situation.

"What? No! She's Jenna—the girl whose made fun of me for being gay—and Jack for being himself. Obviously not. I am her number one hater."

"Sure, why were you talking to her like that?"

"It was a in the moment kind of thing Mase. I don't know what you want me to say—but I don't like her." She shrugs.

"Okay believe what you want to believe." He shrugs.

"Shes the straightest girl we've ever met. Even, and thats even if I did like her we'd never—"

"Never say never, L/n."

"Okay, whatever. Now tell me about this girl—"

"Her name is Sonia. I think I kinda like her Y/n." Mason replies, he directs his eyes to the tv.

"Kinda? Tell me—and be for real, do you actually like her?"

"More than I'd like to admit." Mason looks back at Y/n with a small smile on his face.

"Holy sh—"

"Language!" Y/n's mom shouts from her room.

"Sorry mom! Holy shoot! You're in love." They both laugh.

-

Friday

"So you're stealing my spot now?" Y/n looks at Jenna who's sitting underneath the bleachers.

"Uh—oh, yeah—sorry." Jenna looks away from Y/n.

"It's..cool." She sits right by Jenna. They sit in silence for at least 2 minutes before Y/n decides to speak up. "Tough day?" She mutters, barely loud enough for Jenna to hear.

Jenna finally looks at Y/n.

"Something like that." She nods. Y/n nods back. It takes awhile and some courage for Y/n to speak up again.

"Im—Im here."

Jenna looks over.

"What?"

"Im here." Y/n responds nodding. Jenna looks her straight in the eyes, as hers begin to water.

"Thanks." She whispers. Y/n just nods.

For the rest of the hour they both sat in silence—just in each other's presence.

-

[misty-zzz]

Hey gobbers!

I just wanted to announce that im not going to be online after noon tomorrow and till saturday morning. So for the next 4 days i wont be active. Im going to a camp, and although it's a church camp, you dont need to worry. It's just regular activities funded by the church, with a few of them being connected to the bible, and prayers before meals. I went here last year, and i will be going for future years, so just a heads up lol. (literally last year i made a dream catcher with beads of pride flags, i should be fine.) Im also bringing my sketch book, sooo i might do a sketch book tour.

and no, this will (hopefully) not be anything like chnt 😔 but it doesnt help i have absolutely no friends at church cuz i am a neurodivergent minor 💃🕺 (istg mom, its not my fault that it very hard for me to make friends with neurotypicals) also u fear my mom will use this as a excuse to look through my phone, my phone will be completely off so yeah.

anyways yeah :P

[krylng]

love at first sight~chapter 5

|TW: arranged marriage, bad vows|

summary: your mother has planned the whole wedding. will it go according to her plan?

notes: i have never been to a wedding before. if some things are inaccurate, that is why.

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tomorrow was the big day. you had to go home for the day, since your mother needed to make sure you would be prepared. she wrote your vows for you, and told you what to say and when. it was all a nightmare. your controlling mother taking control of your own life.

sometimes your father would defend you, but this time he agreed it was time to be married.

“but mother, im eighteen still! isn’t he in his thirties?” you didn’t want to marry an older man.

“who was that man from VoxTek? you wanted to spend your life with a 24 year old man?”

“mother, i love him! he’s younger than Tristan, isn’t he in his thirties?”

your mother shook her head in disbelief. she continued making big plans for the wedding, while you zoned out, thinking about Vox.

you had fallen in love with Vox, and you hoped he felt the same. you’ve experienced so much together. he was your first kiss, your first time, and most importantly; your first lover.

your mother grabbed a box with a familiar logo. you thought you knew what it was. it was a swirl with a V inside it.

“here we go. i paid a woman to make the dress. her name was Velvette, i think. anyway, she’ll be there.” you stared at the dress. it was beautiful. she really did know a lot about fashion, because it was the best dress you have ever seen. you wished you didn’t have to marry him though. it would ruin the dress for you.

your mother wrote down notes for her plans. “why don’t you go to bed? busy day tomorrow.”

you sighed, obeying your mother. you locked the door, since you slept with the door locked. you took off your top, and grabbed your pajama shirt. you heard a thud on your balcony. you still had your bra on, but you dropped the shirt and peeked out.

you felt something grab your hand.

“Vox! you scared me,” you catch your breath. “how did you find me?”

“that’s not important. now, may I please come in? it’s kind of cold out here.”

“yes, of course.” you move so he can walk in. he closes the door behind him and locks it. he closes the blinds.

he takes his shirt off since he usually sleeps shirtless.

“i came here since it’s kind of hard to sleep without you.” you smiled, and crawled into bed with him in your normal position. you on the side, using his chest as a pillow, and his hand resting on your back.

you slept so good next to him.

“i’ll leave at around 6 when your still asleep.”

“oh… alright. what’s your plan for the wedding?” you were curious, since he told you he had a plan.

“well, my dear, i cant say since there may be someone listening in. lets just say, you have to follow my lead.” you nodded against his chest.

you dozed off.

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the next morning, you woke up by yourself. Vox had left early, and now you had to prepare. you noticed a note and a rose on your bed. you picked up the note.

i’ll have you out of there before the ceremony even starts.

-Vox

well, this is going to be easy. you just run off with him.

you walked downstairs, your mother was doing the bills, which had skyrocketed. it was getting hard to pay for the house. there was no time for breakfast.

“go with dad, i’ll be there before it starts. i just have to finish these.”

you went with your father in the car, driving to the church. it was a silent trip. nobody broke the silence.

your dad sent you in a room with a girl with curly hair. she had a swirl of white and pink in her hair.

“ugh, babe, don’t tell me you didn’t brush your hair…” you ran your fingers through your hair, embarrassed that you forgot.

“here we go, i just need to measure you again to see if we need any last minute adjustments.”

she took a tape measure and measured your waist, chest, and hips.

“ohh, darling this is going to look fabulous on you. unless it doesn’t, then that’s going to be a disappointment. but i doubt that, since i make the best clothes.”

you got undressed, and you had to wear a small crinoline.

“ugh, your bitch mother forcing you to wear…that.” she points to the crinoline. “i tried to tell her, we’re not in the fuckin 1860s. if you need any extra adjustments added, just tell me, babe.”

the dress was already perfect. “i think this…it’s perfect!”

“i know, i made it.” she smiled, which you never seen her actually have a real smile. “you look down, is it the dress?” she panicked.

“no, it’s… it’s just this whole wedding, not getting married to the man i actually love. this is just an arranged marriage.”

“ohh darlin, why didn’t you say anythin? i coulda helped you run away, or somethin.”

“no, it’s no use. besides, my…my boyfriend is planning something.” you’ve never called him your boyfriend before, and you didn’t really know if that’s what you were.

“ooh who?” she sat down on a chair. and started to do your makeup. “tell me more about this mystery man.”

“his name is Vox, he owns a Tech company.”

“ohh that bitch. yeah, designed his little wardrobe. close friends though.”

“your friends with Vox?”

“yeah, of course. he’s always coming in to get something fixed, or get rid of some strings. anyway, enough about this Vox guy. since you’re getting married to this famous and rich guy…there’s going to be a cameraman.” she laughed at your worried expression. “i got one of my… sort of friends to do the job. he has a lot of experience. his name is Valentino, have you heard of him?” she puts on eye shadow and then lipstick.

“no, why?” she applies some blush.

“that’s probably good. he makes a living off of filming porn and all that dumb shit.” she applies some mascara. “hold on…” she puts your hair up in a stylish bun and adds the veil. “are you sure Vox has got this? i wouldn’t want someone like you to be forced to marry that snobby bitch.”

“yes, i’m sure. i know he will.”

you heard a knock, and Velvette got up and opened the door. your mother came in. “come on, Y/N, it’s time.”

Vox would be here in a few minutes to do his plan.

your father linked his arm with yours and opened the big church doors. you walked slowly down the aisle. there were so many people. but not Vox.

Velvette nodded at you, like she was comforting you that it was going to be alright.

you walked up a couple of steps, facing Tristan. you both had fake smiles.

the priest read from the bible.

what the fuck? why isn’t vox here yet?

it felt like forever.

Tristan read his vows.

“I will love your body and your curves, i will love how you will clean up after me. i promise to fuck that every day.”

he was sick. was that even allowed?

“Tristan, I will love you until I die.” you looked at the door to see if Vox was coming anytime soon. “I will cherish each moment with you, and i will always put you before me.” those were short vows.

“Mr. Rodger, do you take Ms. Sanders as your wife?”

“I do.” he said with an evil grin.

“and Ms. Sanders, do you take Mr. Rodger as your husband?”

your heart was beating fast. once you said I do, the rings would be put on, and you would officially be married. Vox was nowhere near the church. you couldn’t just wait a few minutes! you had to do something quick.

but what?

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i usually write these fanfics for me to binge read bc idk… but its cool when other people read too

[ghoulangerlee]

kissy prompt 2, with Lus annndddddddd mmmm you pick, anyone is fair game

Pls and thank youuuuu🖤🖤🖤

im being v indulgent and doing cumulus and sunshine :) my girlssssss

2. …goodnight.

Soft ladies, a quiet moment before bed (during the reimperatour)

-

Cumulus's eyes droop heavily with sleep and she quickly blinks them, trying to fight it as the exhaustion of the day creeps up on her; she's crashing a bit now, the adrenaline of another good show slowly ebbing from her, leaving behind the tiredness and aches, the letdown of it all bringing forth a jaw cracking yawn.

Across from her, Sunshine giggles, curled up in one of Aether's hoodies, they're sharing a cramped hotel bed; just for the night and then Sunshine (and by extension, Aether) will be back on their way to the church to take over their duties once more.

"You should go to sleep, Cu," Sunshine murmurs, reaching out to brush a stray curl from her face, "I know tomorrow's an off day for you guys, but you know that Ant and Aurora's going to want to drag you out to one of the tourist traps," she continues and then she's scooting closer, gathering Cumulus up into her arms, breathing in the scent of warmth and contentment. "Cause I used to do the same shit to you guys when I first joined the band."

Cumulus hums in agreement, knowing that her day of rest will end with her herding Aurora and Phantom around, maybe with Mountain and Cirrus; not that either of the two new band ghouls couldn't handle themselves, but she knew that they'd be asking her to come with them.

"I'm just not looking forward to seeing you leave again," Cumulus finally admits after a long moment of silence, her face half pressed into Sunshine's collarbone, "I'm glad you've found your place at the church, but it's so...lonely here on tour while you're back home."

Sunshine makes a soft noise, sort of sad as she presses a kiss into Cumulus's hair, "I know, love," she murmurs, "And trust me, if I could handle touring, I would still be with you and Cir. Aeth and I snuck out here for a bit so we could see you guys in action. It's so fun, being able to see my girls in the spotlight," she coos, rubbing Cumulus's back through the fluffy robe she's wearing. "But, we've been away long enough and Sister's already called for our return."

Cumulus sighs, a little bit put out, "It's only been one day," she says, knowing she sounds a bit petulant, "What's a day or two more?"

There's a soft huff of laughter in her hair, Sunshine squeezing her tight, "Well, someone has to make sure that you guys have a place to come back to. But, to let you in on a little secret, Aether's put in some time off for us, forged some signatures and everything, and we'll be coming back out to spend some of your downtime together once you head over to the States. You've just gotta get through a few more shows and we'll be together again."

It goes quiet then, as Cumulus thinks about it, mulls over Sunshine's words, knowing that she's right, as much as she hates to admit, this one had been a quick day trip, overnight for travel, and she knew that Sunshine and Aether were cutting it very close by staying the night with the pack instead of traveling back; but well, Cumulus is allowed to be selfish about this, about having one of her lovers back in her arms again after being apart for a few months.

Sunshine seems to think so too, if the way she's not even trying to dissuade Cumulus's disgruntled mood is any indication; but again, she knows that their hands are tied with this.

"When do you have to leave in the morning?" Cumulus asks finally, her frown relaxed into something more neutral, "Do we have enough time for breakfast?"

"Breakfast with my girl? Even Sister Imperator couldn't stop me from that," Sunshine says, nosing at her temple, "She'd have to drag me bodily away from you if she wants me back at the church any sooner."

Something happy settles in Cumulus then, knowing that no one could drag Sunshine away from her, even if they tried, it was a losing sort of fight, with Sunshine's fierceness and protectiveness over her lovers, quality time something she coveted so close to her heart that it was a wonder she hadn't come apart at the seams once Cumulus had left on tour.

"I love you," Cumulus says softly, tilting her head up a bit to press a kiss to Sunshine's jaw, "Thank you for coming, I missed you so much."

Sunshine tilts her head down, connects their lips in a soft and sweet sort of kiss, cups her palm against Cumulus's cheek and kisses her until Cumulus has to pull away to yawn again.

"I love you too," Sunshine says softly, fondly, "Now rest, baby, I'll be here when you wake up, alright?"

Cumulus hums and presses another quick kiss to Sunshine's lips and then the two of them shift around until the blankets are drawn up around them like some sort of cocoon of quietness, blocking out everything except the two of them.

A low purr, something soft and careful, vibrating Sunshine's chest, directly into Cumulus's being, lulling the two of them off peacefully.

[honeyrosepetals]

i am on a mission to cheer myself up bc i called off work yesterday to sleep and be sad and then i called in late this morning too and i must look terrible bc my mom asked if i was sick ahhaha anyway!!

tonight im going to watch old jenna marbles or dan and phil youtube videos and tomorrow im going to go to the grocery store and cook actual food and then later this week ill have a movie night with my sister and make extra buttery popcorn and then saturday ill drive up to see my grandmother and go to church with her and talk to her about my problems and we will watch cheesy hallmark movies and ill take her on a walk in her wheelchair

[scapegrace74-blog]

The Man from Black Water, Chapter 3

A/N  A short intermediary chapter with no Jamie and Claire today.  With my vacation starting day after tomorrow, I should be able to get back to them in short order, but in the meantime, here is some more Murtagh being a loveable old curmudgeon.

Previous chapters are available on my AO3 page. 

“Trollop,” Murtagh swore.  “Teasin’ a man and then denyin’ him his prize.”

For good measure, he raised his wooden leg and swung it against the copper still, resulting in a deep tolling sound rather like a bell.

“Aye, jes like a woman.  Always havin’ the last word.”

Stalking out of the tiny, well-hidden hut, still muttering under his breath, Murtagh nevertheless took the time to padlock and then test the door.  There was no point giving away all his hard work to the first caird who happened by the upper reaches of Glen Isla.

The still was well hidden in a deep crack just below the ridgeline.  Using a crutch since there was no-one around to see, Murtagh navigated carefully across the boggy ground to a nearby spring that seeped directly from between the layers of the mossy cliff face.  Cupping his hand beneath the icy trickle, he drank deeply, the water so pure it was practically sweet.

“Like honey,” he pronounced, wiping stray droplets from his beard with the back of his hand.

A loose pebble tripped down the mountainside to his left.  Startled, Murtagh scanned for his rifle, realizing in dismay that he’d left it next to the still.  A long shadow blocked the morning sun.

“Dammit, Munro,” he snarled upon seeing his old friend standing on the ridge just above him, “ye near gave me a heart seizure!”

“Ye ne’er could hear anyone else when ye’re the one doin’ the talkin’,” Munro laughed, scampering easily down a gully to join Murtagh by the spring.

“How’d ye find me?”  Murtagh ignored the barb about his one-sided conversation, a superficial relief from his years of solitary existence.

“Ye auld bampot, ye leave a trail like a one-legged seed drill.”

The two men made their way back downhill towards the bothy. Murtagh wanted to insist that Munro go on ahead so that he could double back and nab his rifle, but there was no way he would risk giving away the location of the still, even to a man he’d broken bread with for over twenty years.  For his part, Hugh Munro shortened his steps and made a great show of looking around the glen, commenting on the latest sheep enclosure to divide the once-wild area and the deepening purple of the heather.  He was adept at navigating Murtagh’s pride and refusal to accept any assistance, despite being crippled.

At long last, they regained the valley floor and made their way into the bothy.  Munro’s mount and packhorse were tied next to the corral.

“Suppose ye’re hungry,” Murtagh groused as he hung an iron pot over the recently stoked fire.

“No’ nearly hungry enough fer what ye’re offerin’.  Mutton stew, is it?”

The barbs hadn’t changed in two decades and were blunt as a result.  It was a comforting ritual, as familiar to them as listening to the liturgy in church, and almost as infrequent.

“Ye’re a cold man, Munro.  The only way tae warm a heart such as yers is wi’ some whisky.”

Grabbing the unlabeled bottle from the mantle, Murtagh set about pouring two healthy portions.  Munro held it up to his aquiline nose, sniffing hesitantly.  With a game shrug, he took a large sip, his cheeks puckering above his kempt mustache.

“Ambrosia, is it no’?” Murtagh prompted after taking his own sip.

“Congratulations, Master Fitzgibbons.  After twenty some years, ye’ve finally succeeded in malting paint stripper.”

A tin mug was thrown across the table, glancing off the guest as he laughed at his own wit.

“See if I leave ye anythin’ in my will,” Murtagh groused before taking another long draught, pursing his lips in concentration as the spicy flavours rolled over his tongue.

“Wouldna wish tae undermine yer partner.”

The teasing gleam left Murtagh’s blue eyes.

“Silent partner, now.  Brian Fraser died last month.  A tree fell on ‘im.”

Hugh Munro said a silent prayer before quickly crossing himself. Without being asked, Murtagh refilled each glass and they drank a toast to their departed friend.

Several drams and some mutton stew later, the two men sat in the flickering flamelight, their booted feet extended towards the hearth.

“Where are ye off tae, then?” Murtagh inquired after Hugh finished his tale of a cattle drive over the Lairig Ghru in a snowstorm.

“Low country,” he said succinctly, using the Highland expression for anything south of the Grampian Mountains.  He wasn’t certain he should mention his exact destination, for fear of dredging up painful memories for his friend.

“Ye spend sae much time down there, ye’re like tae become a Sassenach yerself,” Murtagh complained, somewhat sincerely for once.

“Seems tae me there was a time ye werena quite sae opposed tae certain Sassenachs,” Munro tested the waters.

“Those days are done,” Murtagh pronounced with finality, rising unsteadily to his feet and escaping to his narrow bed with only a gruff goodnight.

Hugh Munro stayed up staring into the fire, contemplating how time was not the mender of all wounds.

[about-the-two-of-us]

Good morning~ (ृ ु ´͈ ᵕ `͈ )ु

(I can finally use Kaomojis again, aren’t they cute? ෆ⃛(ˇᵋ ˇෆೄ)

I woke up a few minutes ago, I’m not so sure on how long though, but now I’m preparing coffee for myself

My mom has an activity in church, my dad is going to help her, so besides my brother and grandma I’m mostly alone, I don’t get out of my room often after all.

(My coffee is ready ☆ﾐ(o*･ω･)ﾉ)

Im not sure on how I should dress up for today, I’m a little nervous ⁝ƈ ͡ (ुŏ̥̥̥̥םŏ̥̥̥̥) ु⁝ but it’s fine, I’m sure she won’t mind whatever I put on, ah, now that I remember, I should finish this skirt that I was making, it’s a low rise mini skirt, so it’s like 8 inches long in length Ꮚ⁼ꈊ⁼Ꮚ

I thinks it’s maybe closer to ‘micro’ than actually ‘mini’ but it’s fine, I like it that way ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁), i need to sew a elastic material to the part that goes on my hip, I was using a thick ribbon as a belt (you can see it in the upper left corner of the photo), but ir doesn’t work too well ( ;-; )

I’ll finish it tomorrow maybe (lies)

(I finished my coffee :( )

Ah, right now I have to maybe take a shower and help prepare lunch but I really want to play and draw ( ; ;),

Well, see you later for now <3

[drakinq]

022023

1:13 - 

So todays morning pages are weird because I have so much on my brain I need to release and my hand will get tired real quick. It’s clearly afternoon so as we can see I’m still sleeping in late. So much has happened over the course of the past couple weeks and there’s no one to blame but myself. Nothing is bad I just can’t put the outcomes on anyone other than the choices Ive been making lately, which aren’t terrible but aren’t always beneficial either. 

I’m just hella behind, my sleep schedule be a wreck and then it’s hard to get back on top of things. I’m glad I have today off because I’ve been able to catch up on a lot things including my week three of artist way so that I can finish week 4 this week as well. 

Sleeping with Rah was a big regret and I also saw Angel which didn’t feel close to how bad I wanted him this summer. Im just happy I can finally close that door. I’m gonna give celibacy another shot but i’m not gonna initially aim for the summer, I’m gonna give myself a smaller time frame. I’m also planning to start lifting weights again to change up my workout. I also plan on going to church in Chicago again so that I can get dressed up to serve God. I see the things I can implement in my life and I see how well it will serve me if I’m consistent in them. So this is just another week of getting back on the horse and learning from my mistakes. I actually feel like this week there is a good chance of me doing the things I say I’m gonna do. Today I get to catch up on morning pages and go for a run as well as a 30 min stretch. I also just booked studio time to go over the jlo dance from Friday night session with Niki and Tiffany. I’ve been wanting to record a class and retake that class on my own in a different setting. So I plan on doing this next Saturday with Traes Choreo as well. So tomorrow Niki is reteaching so I’ll have it perfected by the end of class today and hopefully the goal is let myself shine in class and finally get some content to share and let myself be great. This will be in prepration of the cypher sage is having at their release party where I absolutely have to join. I plan on taking Jason’s freestyle class tonight to cleanse my pallet when it comes to my own freestyle and choreography. Tomorrow of course, retaking Niki’s and Wednesday I’m gonna record Tre Daniel’s house session so I can practice that in the mornings before my workout. Thursday I work at the bar where I plan on being presenting myself as the most professional I’ve ever been. Friday trae is back teaching so I’ll be taking him again and re learning that Saturday morning. I’ll need to find time to do an artist date in between . Then of course do my laundry and reset Saturday as well. Hopefully I get work Sunday I plan on actually going to church and then dancing the rest of the evening. 

That’s a jam packed week and I’m already running behind now. I’m about to do my stretch as well as reset another 75 hard. There’s not much else to say but actually do. Reminder that I need to make time to get the gym membership. 

[delphiniumblooms]

12? 🤔

oh i hate app timer i ran out of time and it closed the app and i lost my draft and had to retype the whole thing 😭😭😭😭

what kind of day is it?

it's Thursday, hell day in school - 8 hours of lessons and i'll likely only get home at 8pm. i slept through most of bio this morning. thankfully chem is very light now, there's a peer review thing but we did it superfast so it's just a free period now. i'll have language communication later - fun during lessons (i love my teacher) but the assignments are nasty and difficult (personal essay writing,,, im not even applying to the US why must i write this!!). after lunch will be math (boring and annoying, might take another nap) and then french! which is arguably the only class i actually enjoy any more. it's a Difficult day but i'll manage i guess. missing my boyfriend rn but i'll see him tomorrow afternoon and then go to church in the evening so those are some things to look forward to that will be getting me through today.

[i-am-beckyu]

DO you know me? I don't know (/j), but I DO know I'd love to hear how you're doing lately? Any animal sightings recently? (Or anything else you want to discuss? Like how you're almost ALWAYS online when I am???)

- 💥 Anon

Hmmm well it depends when you mean I’m online. Online on tumblr only or perhaps another social site?

Because I’m on, I’m off, I’m back again who knows when!

My first guess is you’re @dragooned-speaks

And if you’re not, my bad for the tag😅

As of right now I’m actually pretty good. Had a really nice day for the first time in awhile. Went to church this morning, had pizza for lunch, did some laundry and then a TONNE of weeding (like my gosh my big bin is heavy and full now…) and I’ve decided I’ve seen enough gravity falls hype to finally give that a watch for the first time so Im probably gonna fall down a rabbit hole but eh.

How is you?

And haven’t seen any animals recently but my boss was getting a 1 year old puppy this weekend so I’ll probably meet them tomorrow if he brings her. She’s not trained but….

This will either go okay or very badly….

Time will tell!!!

[awalnutshell]

June 15th

1:17

so ive worked out, paul is fetching the finished laundry now. i have a face mask on and im sipping an iced espresso. i am proud of myself for working out, i feel accomplished and capable. i am not in lack, i have everything i need and more. it is another beautiful, blue skied day.

tomorrow is sunday and i have every intention in cleaning house. paul will be out all day gigging. playing at church in the morning and a cafe in the afternoon. ill have the house to myself and i would like to put a bandana on and oil my scalp, then set about scrubbing the bathroom floor to ceiling. deep cleaning the kitchen, sweeping the apartment and wiping down the baseboards. id like to take a scrub brush to the floor of the kitchen and bleach the shower curtain.

the to do list will be long and arduous, but by the end of it my home will be clean, my things will feel organized and i will not be so disgusted by the clutter and dust that has been accumulating in the apartment. at the end of the day i will shower and have a drink, soak my feet and feel refreshed. ill put some music on while i clean and dance my way through the to do list. ill romanticize it and wear a cute little cleaning outfit and apron. yes God, this would be good.

for now the focus is on today though, i need too eat and shower and wash this face mask off. i need to prepare a list of restaurants to go to this afternoon. God will give me a job, this I trust. God is good and will send me swift and gainful employment. God will send me clients, i trust in the divine harmony of the universe. i trust that everything is flowing as it should, as it is meant to be. all things in good time. i am in the energy of calling in and receiving. i am in the spirit of gratitude and expectance. i am in the spirit f agape, love of life and creation. all things are good, everything is a blessing in its own right and i am in alignment with my highest good. as i will it, so mote it be. all glory be to God, amen.

xx