#feelings get reserved for big important things sometimes and i say fuck that

[local-magpie]

honestly it also feels weirdly pretentious because like... what do bad and good even mean when it comes to art? technical skill? delivery? tone? meaning? intention? these are all completely separate metrics that can individually fail while others succeed. and succeeding well enough in one can make an otherwise kinda shoddy work resonate with people! which is why things become popular!

op is fully right to call out how weirdly convenient it is for certain people to claim they just always saw something as bad, but additionally it displays a complete lack of understanding of... anything. i wonder sometimes if folks who brag about this kind of thing have ever actually engaged with a work of art in their life, because i struggle to see how anyone who HAS could fail to empathize with people who liked a "bad thing" and were upset/disappointed when the creator turned out to suck. something doesnt have to be objectively perfect to be loved and cared about.

...which probably is another mindset to unpack, but that doesnt need to go on this post

I never got into Harry Potter, but I have a lot more respect for someone who can say “these books were an important part of my life, but I recognize the pain and harm that comes from supporting them, so I’m making an effort to stop engaging with them” versus someone who’s like “lol the books were always bad, I don’t have to worry about boycotting them because I have Good Taste.”

Like, if you think you never have to think critically about the things you like because you only engage with “Good Art,” then that’s awfully convenient

[lynxindisguise]

Sirius asks Remus to move in with him after Hogwarts, because he figures the best way to let Remus know he's interested in him is to make a big move. Remus accepts, and Sirius thinks great! We're dating now! Remus does not know this, however. Sirius proceeds to romance the fuck out of Remus for the next year, which Remus misinterprets as Sirius just being a Really Good Friend. They don't have sex bc clearly Remus is shy and Sirius is willing to wait for him! Anyway Remus doesn't figure out they're dating until their first anniversary dinner. Is this anything.

oh my god, sirius makes dinner reservations and tells remus ‘wear something nice ;)’ and remus thinks this is a dig at his wardrobe but well, sirius isn’t WRONG, so he puts on his best jumper and the cords without the holes in them, and they go out to a fancy dinner together, and sirius orders the good wine and surprises him with a thoughtful gift, and remus is feeling a bit overwhelmed by how good of a friend sirius is being! sirius looks a little hurt that he didn’t get him something, which is odd bc he of course loves to give sirius little gifts when he finds something that he thinks sirius will like, but it’s never a formal thing? and then sirius is asking ‘you forgot, didn’t you? :(‘ and remus is so confused bc he can be a bit forgetful sometimes but he of course knows sirius’s birthday and padfoot’s birthday and any other day that could possibly be important to sirius! so remus is all bashful like, ‘i’m really sorry I have no idea what I’ve forgotten” and sirius is all shocked kitten, ‘our anniversary?!?!’ and now remus is very confused bc their friendship anniversary is an Event with james. so finally sirius reminds him that he asked him out exactly one year ago today. and remus is now thinking of all possible other definitions of asking someone out when it finally hits sirius that remus has no idea they’re dating. sirius is now mortified, but remus is very excited to learn that sirius is his boyfriend! and then he’s like “but we’ve never had sex???” (they’ve done other things and usually share a bed but that’s just friend stuff!) and sirius says he thought remus was just shy. and remus is like “I am not that shy I would fuck you on this table if you asked” and then everyone else in the restaurant has a very awkward night the end.

[vampirae]

Astrology Observations

I've seen many people saying that air mars are less likely to be aggressive or getting physical in a fight, in part it's true but not all. Gemini mars will say hurtful things or straight up ridicule you that you'll need weeks to recover from it. Aquarius mars will shout and be so damn aggressive in their speech that you'll get immediately afraid of them, the type to really make you consider calling cops on them. I mean you could do, they wouldn't fucking care, they're here to cause drama. Meanwhile Libra mars, oh damn, if they're angry af, they wouldn't ponder, they'll straight up punch you the face. This happens because of their cardinal nature, which essence is dynamic, action oriented, starting up things. They can and would get physical, and really really scary.

Libra mars values peace, but people mistake them and their intentions to maintain it. If you need to slap some bitch to achieve some balance or calmness they would do it. Even through war you can achieve peace, not only by being tolerant and comprehensive or bottling up rage.

About cardinal mars, they're the most dangerous, you should really be afraid to anger them. When they're angry, they're so focused on their feelings that they don't see anything else or don't think about consequences. Also they're the least to get angry, except in youth, or aries mars. You think a Cancer, Libra or Capricorn mars wouldn't beat the shit out of you? Or wouldn't think about murdering you brutally? They can and would do it, if they lose control over themselves.

Furthermore, they have a such exciting and sensual nature, they need intimacy on daily basis and could get even really offended if they're advances are being refused or if you don't satisfy their needs. Really sluty bitches.

Also the types to get into BDSM, usually great Switches or Doms.

Honorable mention is Scorpio mars, another sluty placement, though they perform well in all BDSM roles. Also need a lot of intimacy, to the point they may get crazy or overworked if they don't get it, it's even more frustrating if they have feelings for someone or a partner. They just need to feel like they're drowned in pleasure or they will go crazy. Great partner if you look for someone wild but loyal, basically the best babyboy/master/babygirl/mistress. A big off for them, I've noticed is ménage a trois, orgy, and whatever implies changing partner. They don't love the idea of sharing their sexual energy with people they hold no interest/feelings.

All cancer men placements love boobies, not only venus or mars. Also it's not always about an abundant bust, it's also about the color, how firm they are, the form etc. They take into account so many details lol

Meanwhile libra placements men look for the booty, in this case you have to not be plain. It's not about big booty too, just to have some, they even like smaller booty too but well shaped.

Taurus mars men can be pretty libertine, sometimes even cheaters. They just enjoy attention from others, and are kinda "generous" with their dick. Similar to Sagittarius mars.

Now changing subject, there's a big debate about which of the big 3 it's the real you, well from what I've noticed it's pretty easy to spot. You have to consider your rising as the most important because without it you even wouldn't have houses etc. It's literally your life path, the choice you'll do, how you'll act etc. Literally this mf isn't only about how sexy or beautiful you're it's about how you'll fuck up your life or how you'll succeed. Plus you have to consider if you have more masculine or feminine signs in your big 3. Let's say you have your sun and moon in masculine signs but your rising in a feminine sign, what will happen? Easy, you'll be reserved, shy, you need your time to get to know people but you can dwell well in social situations and could easily make friends or gain sympathies.

Stelliums also make a huge impact, the more planets you have in a sign the stronger the impact will be, even more if you have personal planets in. So about the aforementioned topic, look at your rising sign, at your stellium sign + the feminine or masculine sign of your big 3 and Stellium. Let's say your big 3, you have a majority of masculine signs but you have a stellium in a feminine sign, how will you act? Easy, you'll try to maintain a balance or just go in cycles, one period you're the hot bitch running the show and then start your sexy mysterious hermit era.

I know that polarities (yin/yang) aren't talked about that much, but they have a huge impact on your personality, exactly like dominant modalities, elements etc.

[heartilywrites]

Hey! I was wondering if you can write korra as a hockey player x reader. Have Korra lend the reader her hockey jersey for the game (and Korras like omg she’s in my jersey MY JERSEY) and it’s the first time the readers going to the game and have Asami, Mako ,Bolin, and Opal explain the game to the reader. They all know that Korra has feelings for the reader heheheee. But at the end of the game have Korra confess her feelings for the reader after the huge win. (Feel free to add smut afterwards in Korras apartment if you wish). Thanks love!

،، 𝓘cy heart ; Korra

request guide | masterlist

resume: where Korra wins over and over in one night.

content warning: fluff ; Korra x fem!reader ; this could count as modern!au, i think??? ; no nation nor bending status mentioned for r ; my poor understanding of hockey ; ¡¡MDNI!! (fingering, oral > r receiving ; top!Korra, bottom!reader ; use of 'good girl') ; no use of y/n

wc: 3.2k

a/n: HELLO MY LOVE ight im sorry first for taking so long with your request and second because I have no idea of how hockey works, I'm more of a football/soccer gal, but hopefully I did justice. I read this ask ONCE before going to docs to write it and thought you asked me for smut instead of saying it was optional,,, I added it anyways, it's a win-win situation y'all get smut and i get to practice my writing– THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY:D

“ Baby, you got me tumbling around you, stand up to fall down.

A grimace was painting your face while you looked at yourself in the mirror, the outfit looked great, but it didn’t feel complete… Something was missing. Your eyes began to wander around your room just to bump into the jersey you were lent by the captain of the Otter Penguins and a big smile started to grow in your lips. That was it.

The night before you were invited by one of your friends to her game, claiming how it was important to her and how your presence would help her win and how could you say no to her? Korra was one of your dearest friends, you appreciated her so much. Your hands lifted up the piece and took it to your nose; you could still smell the girl’s scent on it, it was fading away, but you could still feel it and for now, it was enough.

Korra and you had been close to each other for some time now and both had cultivated feelings towards each other, you were sure they were just your typical friendly love, but Korra was convinced she did have feelings towards you. You, who occupied her mind almost all day, the one who made her smile with your mere existence and her team knew, just like her own friends did, everyone was aware but you and she didn’t really mind it, but it sometimes made her feel down, she wanted you to reciprocate, she needed you to reciprocate so her heart would feel at ease finally. So she made up a plan to invite you to her final season game to tell you after the match about her feelings for you… Easy, right?

The air horn indicating the beginning of the game made everyone at the stadium cheer. You took your food in one hand and the large cup of beer in the other to start making your way to your seat next to the rest of Korra’s friends. The captain had reserved the whole front seat for you five, above the bench of her team so she could have a good look at you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What the fuck was that!?” Mako’s voice sounded when an offside was pointed for Korra’s team. “That wasn’t an offside!”

Your head turned to the girls making company, Opal smiled at you. “The defense crossed before the disc.” she explained to you while you nodded, the brothers were screaming like their lives depended on it.

After accepting Korra’s invitation to the game, you had found yourself almost having a crisis when you remembered you didn’t know a single thing about such sport, thankfully Asami and Opal had been invited too to the game and when they saw you with a confused look on your face both girls assured you they would explain the game to you.

A small break was announced to have a change of members, your eyes turned down to the characteristic blue jersey and made sure it was clean.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Would you look at that,” Korra’s voice said when you tried on the jersey the first time. “It fits like a glove on you… You look beautiful.” Such comment made your face burn.

You decided a second before going out that maybe you should show Korra how much you support her and the team, after all, that’s what friends do, don’t they? Wear the piece of clothes lent by the other after one claimed how they had another jersey and how you could keep that one, totally friendly.

Blue eyes looked over to the public and with such great timing both orbs bumped into each other, you smiled big and waved at her before giving her thumbs up. Korra felt like the air on her lungs got caught at your sight, how you looked so ethereal with her jersey on, it was her jersey… Hers! Korra’s! Her number was on your back and sleeves! Her name is displayed for everyone to see it! She smiled back at you before adjusting her mouthguard at the same time the air horn sounded again. Your silhouette gave her the motivation to play with her whole and just like that, the marker changed drastically in her favor.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Where was that in the first half!?” Bolin exclaimed in a mix of offense and excitement when seeing his friend play with everything.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, she has her periapt now.” Asami’s voice answered over the screams making everyone giggle, you turned confused to her and she just smiled big.

Ignoring the small exchange, your eyes turned to the game again only for them to be met by the Otter Penguins’ captain being pushed over, making her trip. The whole row stood up screaming indignant at the other player and referee, you included. Korra was sent to the bench to compose herself and make sure she was alright, you took advantage to walk over to her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You okay, cap?” your voice made her heart skip a bit, while she took off her helmet and mouthguard to look over her shoulder to you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “All good, cutie.” she answered with a big smile, now that she was closer, Korra admired the way her jersey made you look. “You look extra beautiful tonight.”

Your cheeks began to burn, you smiled funnily her way. “You think? Borrowed this old thing, doesn’t it look good?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It does,” Korra’s voice sounded as if she was out of air, it definitely was because of you, but if you asked her at that moment she would say it was because of the match. “It makes your eyes pop, that Korra girl has to be fortunate to have you wear her jersey.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, she is.” you continued her game, giggling. “She won’t find a better cheerleader than me.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, I can confirm that.” before you could continue, Korra’s name was called back on the ice, she started to put everything back. “Tonight’s win will be in your honor, cheerleader, so you better pray we do win. I don’t want to look dumb after this.”

Your laugh was now heard, Korra felt like she just recharged her energy after such small conversation. After putting everything back on, she winked your way and you sent her a playful kiss.

The last twenty minutes Korra played like her own life depended on that one win, every once in a while she shot glances at you only to be met by a very enthusiastic you screaming and holding hands with both Asami and Opal at your sides. The last minute began to count down and you were biting your lower lips with such nervousness that you were sure you’d hurt yourself.

The captain was dominating the field, she was making her so famous move while her own mind was praying to everything out there asking to score, the thunder made by her stick made everyone hold their breaths and just as the game finished, the disc hit right into the net. The whole side for the Otter Penguins erupted in screams and cheers, Korra herself felt such relief that her limbs relaxed just in time to be lift up by her teammates, in the public seats her friends were all hugging each other as if they were the once playing the match and winning it, you included of course. When the whole team went to the showers, Bolin suggested waiting for Korra outside of them; they, with a valid reason, took their time to get out since they were celebrating by themselves. Around forty minutes later, she came out to be met by five sets of arms hugging her to the point she feared to be suffocated, but just when she was about to scream at you all, everyone took a step back… Almost everyone, Bolin did take his time to let go.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Great game, Korra!” Mako exclaimed, smiling big and tapping his brother’s shoulder. “Bo, let her go, she needs her space.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m just so proud of her,” with a broken voice he answered. “I remember when I took her to practice and she was just a newbie.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Bolin,” in a warning tone, Korra called for him and he finally let go. “Thank you, guys, for coming to see me tonight… I really needed your support.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Ours? All of us?” Asami asked in a funny tone, Korra’s eyes shot fiercely to her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thanks for the seats and invitations!” Opal was quick to intervene with a big smile. “It was the best experience… Should we celebrate at our usual place, guys?”

Everyone opened their mouths to answer, but Korra was faster to talk. “Thanks, guys, but I think not tonight… How about we take all day tomorrow to celebrate? I’m free.”

Almost as if everyone shared a thought, a nod and affirmations words were said. The group started to say their goodbyes to each other and the captain to start going back home, you were one of the last that made the attempt to leave and were stopped by the southerner calling your name. You turned back around with a curious look.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Want to celebrate with me tonight?” She asked, you frowned a bit. Korra just said she wanted to go home, but when you saw the opportunity to be alone with her, a big smile painted your lips.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sure, I don’t have anything better to do.” Korra herself smiled big too and rushed to your side to start walking to her place.

The walk was filled with you saying how amazing she played tonight, how it was fun to assist one of her games and how you expected to be invited to more. Korra was almost silent looking at you with such fond smile that made your face grow hotter with each minute passing by. In the way you had bought food to eat once both were at the captain’s home and so the dinner passed as it was nothing; now sitting by the couch, facing each other, you let your head rest on your arm while Korra was talking so enthusiastically about her sport. Own eyes examining the ice blue colored ones, that spark of excitement she had when she talked about her team or how much she loved hockey and the beautiful smile her lips formed when talking about her hobbies were so present, your mind started to wander around how they felt, were her lips soft? Warm? Were they sweet or did they have a spicy taste after eating the noodles you bought? Will she-.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you okay?” Korra called your attention, making you snap out of whatever trance you fell into. Embarrassed when you realize your eyes were fixated on Korra’s lips, you smiled and nodded.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I am, I’m sorry.” your own hand scrubbed your face. “I zoned out, you were talking and I zoned out, I’m sorry, I’m such a bad friend and-”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you.” Suddenly, Korra dropped the bomb when she saw how cute you looked all bashful, your words all vanished and wide eyes were looking at her now.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You… What?” you asked back like you didn’t hear her the first time, but you needed a confirmation.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you.” She repeated without a problem. “I have loved you since… Pretty much the day we met, remember when you dropped your coffee on me? I one hundred percent started to love you since that-”

Now you didn’t let her finish, your impulses were stronger than your self control and your lips looked to hoard hers all to yourself meeting the answers to your own questions in a matter of seconds. Her lips were soft, sweets with specks of spice thanks to the food and they knew their way around your own lips as if they had already met before that day. Her tongue was inspecting your mouth without asking permission beforehand, but you didn’t mind at all.

Korra’s hands held your waist in such a hurry, making you lay completely on your back while she creeped on top of you. Your legs allowed her to accommodate between them, a small sigh made a sound on your chest and she smiled. When your lungs asked impatiently for air, you took the opportunity to attend the skin on her neck, savoring her with such delight and making small moans vibrate on her throat; wet kisses were making a trail on her, one of her hands snuck under your jersey to let her palm meet new territory and was met with your chest bear naked, you pulled away to look at her with a smile while her eyes were curious.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Didn’t feel like using a bra.” you justified yourself with a small and funny giggle, your own hands pulled over the shirt Korra was wearing at that moment and when you tried to take away your own jersey, she stopped you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Leave it on, I want to see you all messed up in my jersey.” she explained, your heart skipped a beat to such command and of course you followed with obedience.

Now her lips were the ones claiming yours with desperation while her hands moved quickly to get rid of your pants. Cold hands were caressing against your warm skin making you moan under your breath, a familiar heat between your thighs grew thanks to the moves of the hockey player on top of you.

At first she planned to continue with the make out session, but almost as if she was hearing the most unhinged thoughts you were having about her, her lips began to leave wet kisses on the skin of your neck just like you did with her and such cold fingers were playing with the elastic of your underwear. Unintelligible whispers were mouthed by you making Korra smile with devotion, the hand playing took the next step to have contact with your intimity and a whimper was clearly heard alongside a small shiver at the difference of temperatures. The captain’s fingers were quickly soaked in your own fluid, her face went back to your eye level and a spark of lust was easily differentiable on her eyes.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You’re so cold.” you managed to tell her with a small smile, the girl arched one of her eyebrows.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How about you be a good girl and warm me up, darling?” she whispered over your lips making your heart beat faster. You had no idea how, but your head nodded to the question.

Middle and ring finger were playing to trace your outer lips first, impatiently your own hand tried to pull her arm closer, Korra giggled to the action. Slowly she thrusted both digits into you to later on spread them apart with the same sluggishness she inserted them at first, excited heaven colored orbs were watching you moan under her body and move your hips against her hand, unconsciously asking for more from her. Just as you looked at her put a lock of hair behind her ear that was falling over her face, with no warning her thumb pressed over your palpitating clitoris; your mouth widened a bit more and she took the opportunity to attack your mouth by biting your lower lip, always being careful, and a moment later her mouth explored yours again like she hasn’t done it before.

Her thumb started to make moves softly in circular ways, working you up to an orgasm. Her hand was moving like she knew how to have you the way she wanted and her lips were swallowing all the moans and whimpers she was able to tear from you. When Korra felt your chest moving irregularly, she stopped and moved quickly from your mouth to position herself between your legs again. Fast hands removed your underwear and pushed up the edge of the jersey over your abdomen, bright eyes followed her every move, her hands took the strands of short brown hair behind her ears and parted your legs for her. When ready, her eyes looked back at you with a cheshire smile and let her tongue play over your outer lips, a small whine sounded on your mouth. After tasting you, Korra’s hands were her assistant for what came up next; her thumb took great care of your clitoris once more while the other one parted your lips for her tongue to be able to introduce into you and start to eat you out.

Obscene noises were the ambience of Korra’s living room, your eyes shut close thanks to the pleasure given by the captain and one of your hands assisting your breasts however you could; a familiar pressure on your lower stomach made your free hand try to move Korra out of you while your legs attempted to close.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do it, baby, come right on me.” she insisted looking up to you, there was not a chance you could answer verbally to her.

Her tongue now was fully attentive with your clitoris, sucking it with devotion while her fingers were back into you, finding that spot that made you curl your toes and whine louder, she kept hitting it with her fingers until you called for her in an exclamation. Her hand and chin full of your juices while she stood up and slowly took out her digits, your heart felt heavy at such emotion you just experienced, trying to calm your breathing and the trembling of your legs, Korra placed a sweet kiss on your lips making you taste yourself, she found that pretty attractive if you’d ask her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, I could make you come many more times right now, you moan my name so sexy.” she said while giving you the cutest pecks, you giggled harshly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Is this how you ask me to be your girlfriend, captain? By telling me you like my moans and eating me out?” you asked, your arms hugging her neck. She nodded enthusiastically. “I’m not against it, but you certainly need to ask me properly.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How about we go out, I ask you on the date and you act surprised.” she suggested, now you laugh again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let me recompose myself first, we go again and then you ask me, yeah?” jokingly you said, making her lay completely over you with her whole weight, loving how close now you were. “I will be needing to exchange jerseys, cap, mine already ran out of your scent.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, yeah, would love to, now this one smells like you…” a kiss was left on your jawline. “Seems like we also have a barter business, is all wins for me today, huh?”

[imnotevenusin]

Explaining some placements in my Natal Chart

1. Taurus Mars: Honestly, I am kinda slow to taking action on most things. Usually, I don’t get that defensive, and I’m more comfortable with letting things slide; I don’t have enough energy for confrontation sometimes.

- squaring Neptune: Mars square Neptune is my worst aspect imo. This placement makes it hard for me to feel motivated; daydreaming is my go to, but I’m “working” on trying to knock down my goals in a realistic manner. I think this also makes my actions misconstrued by others - I always got in trouble and perceived as suspicious by others.

2. Mercury in Leo 11°: My laugh is contagious. A Leo Mercury gets attention from the way they communicate or laugh.

- opposing Neptune: Fucking terrible. All my words come out so wrong and jumbled together. An unhealthy amount of daydreaming too. I’ve always been a creative writer tho.

- conjunct Saturn: This one is annoying too. I do feel like my comments or opinions get ignored sometimes. And I gotta talk slowly to get the best sentences out. In general, Mercury-Saturn eventually makes you smart and well-educated; Saturn takes out what isn’t necessary and makes you think about something longer before you say it.

3. Aries Moon: I’ve definitely witnessed my Mom taking the leadership role in the household while growing up. She’s always wanted me to be more militant and confident. Even when I think something isn’t a big deal, she’ll take it very seriously. I’ve also heard of the Aries Moons having big foreheads-trend.

I think this is the most sensitive Moon sign, because the Moon is such a vulnerable planet and Aries feels everything so fast. Whenever I face emotional problems - or discomfort, I like to work out, or listen to loud music. Its like this weird energy rush.

3rd House Moon trine Mercury: Mind is racing constantly. I like to write out my feelings and thoughts to feel better. I can accurately analyze my emotional state. I’m a good student too—not so much with homework—and I can easily pay attention and participate in class.

-sextile Neptune: I can express my emotions through poetry and music. Neptune makes me a little more empathetic.

4. Libra MC: Throughout school, I’ve always been known for having nice outfits. My biggest aspirations involve artistic things: screenwriting & music.

5. Sun in Leo 29°/8H: Theres a lot of enjoyment in Astrology—which is also rules by the 8H—for me. In school, I had a list of everybody’s birthdays for some reason. I’m heavily interested in the subconscious mind and how it controls you—your behavior and how it affects the decisions you make. I’ve always been more interested in everything under the surface.

6. Saturn in Leo: I never really felt my Leo energy like that. I’m more reserved tbr. For some reason, I feel guilty and annoying for enjoying myself and simply being creative - even when it’s not bothering anybody.

7. Capricorn Rising: People usually tell me I look older than I am. I feel naturally awkward for some reason. Since the 1st House deals with the relationship we have with ourselves, it took me a while to get comfortable - Saturn rules Capricorn.

8. Chiron in the 1st House rX: Honestly, I never really put that much importance on my height, until other people started commenting on it. And there’s always unneeded comments on my appearance. Since its in Capricorn, I’ve had teeth problems growing up, and now I have braces.

9. Pluto in the 12th House rX: The 12th House is separated from everything and everybody. I’ve always been existential since an early age. There was always a fear of being separated from people. I do like to dig deep into my subconscious mind and figure myself out more; I’ve realized how powerful the subconscious mind was and why I was acting the way I was. Detaching from everything also seems to give me less burdens. Sleep Paralysis issues too.

10. Saturn in the 7H: Suckkkksssssss. Growing up, I was definitely the late-bloomer when it comes to relationships.

11. Uranus in the 2H sextile Ascendant: Definitely felt like an oddball growing up. I’m not the only person that listens to Rock, but I definitely got weird looks and reactions for enjoying it. I do get self-esteeem from being different, even if it alienates me. My appearance and interests surprises people.

12. Mars/Aries in the 4H: WWE matches in my household/family.

[performativezippers]

here's some random writing advice that i've found helpful, in no order, that i reserve the right to add to at any time:

no one says everything they're thinking. in dialogue, less is more. people don't speak in paragraphs, they speak in sentences, especially when they're not telling a story. let the dialogue be brief, and use interiority (thoughts) to show the reader all the things they aren't saying.

use physical cues to help the POV character understand what the non-POV character is thinking/feeling/not saying/lying about. For example, if we're in Jane's POV while Maura is talking, and Maura says "I'm fine," Jane can notice that her eyes are darting around like she's anxious, or she's crossed and uncrossed her arms, almost like she's nervous. there's no need to say MAURA SEEMS NERVOUS, let the reader get it from what Jane's picking up.

let the reader be curious—don't info dump—but don't frustrate them by giving so little that they don't know what's going on. this is a very very fine line sometimes, and betas can be really helpful for pointing it out until you've gotten the feel for it.

Use paragraph breaks, for the love of god.

Only italicize things that really and truly cannot be explained any other way. "What are you doing here?" for example doesn't need any italics. If you can't get the reader to understand what you mean without the italics, then, sure, use them. but SPARINGLY. use body language, interiority, other words, and dialogue tags (shouts, yells, whispers, cries, she says as her voice cracks) to get the reader what they need.

"What are you doing here?" could be "what on earth are you doing here?" (aka, i have no fucking idea why you're here, my dude)

"What are you doing here?" could be "i told you to stay out of this, lucy! what are you doing here?" (aka, lucy you specifically should not be here)

"What are you doing here?" could be "jesus, you scared the shit out of me! I thought you were at the front! what are you doing here?" (aka, i'm not surprised to see you, but i'm surprised to see you HERE what the fuck)

Don't head hop. Know who's POV you're in and STAY IN IT until the chapter break, scene change that's clearly indicated by ***, whatever. if this is challenge, try writing in first person to get in the habit of only knowing what your POV character knows. There is, of course, 3rd person omniscient narration, but it's really fucking hard to pull off and honestly I recommend staying away from it entirely. Most things you'll read are written in first or close 3rd, and that's not an accident.

Let your characters move around in space. let them notice the things around them.

If Kate walks into a room, i'll probably list what she sees in order of importance, unless it's a big reveal. i'll add voice to that so you'll know i did it on purpose.

in order of appearance: "the body lies in the middle of the big, wide room. the ceiling must be twenty feet up, and there are plenty of windows, the way the light catches the falling dust mites looks more like a church than a crime scene."

with reveal/voice: "Kate bursts into the room and immediately skids to a stop. it's too bright, all white walls and high windows. it looks like the kind of room you'd put a WeWork in, or maybe a super expensive soulcycle. normally Kate would be itching for a paint roller and some blueprints, but today she ignores the terrible architectural choices, choosing to focus instead on the dead body congealing in a puddle of dark brown blood in the middle of the floor."

try to have an internal plot/obstacle (alex can't be honest with maggie about their relationship because she hasn't told her that her sister is superhero) and external plot/obstacle (there is a serial killer targeting aliens in national city, and all three women are on his radar). Best practice is for them to intersect and create layered, complex problems (maggie can't understand why alex is so fucking freaked out about this serial killer in the first act; yes, crime is bad, but like, it's their job? why won't alex TALK to her? where does she keep running off to in secret? does alex even actually want to be with her??)

Everything should have: tension, stakes, obstacles. Try not to make all of that hinge on a misunderstanding or one person being too chicken to confess their feelings. that gets boring and frustrating for the reader.

If you need to make a calendar, make one. If you need a cast list, write one. keep yourself on track.

introduce new original characters slowly. give them one name (first and last is usually not necessary at the start). give us one or two things to remember about them. Jenna is the producer of the tv show. Jenna is mean. the next time she comes back, call her "jenna the producer." then the next time you can hint to her role, like "jenna has her big clipboard and is shouting at everyone to get the fucking cameras ready." if jenna doesn't come back again, don't name her. be kind to your readers who forget things, and help them out by limiting the named cast to people who need to be named. if they don't show up until halfway through, don't introduce them until halfway through. for fanfic, obviously this is easier because we know everyone, but still, please. only have the people in the scene who need to be there. huge scenes with 5-8+ characters present are a MESS.

if your character has two best friends who fill the same role, cut one. streamline so i as the reader have less to keep track of.

banter can be fun to write, but dialogue without movement, choreography, internal thoughts, lies, physical cues, and plot movement gets really boring to read. if a scene is skippable, ask yourself what would make it essential, and add that.

every conversation should do at least two things. things can be:

move the plot forward

deepen, change, or complexify an existing relationship

create tension (plot, romance, etc)

explore stakes

attempt to get over the obstacle

FOR EXAMPLE: Helena and Myka almost kissing when they shouldn't because Helena is with Some Dude? yes! that's romantic tension and attempting to get over the obstacle (some dude). Myka rambling to claudia about almost kissing helena for 3 pages: no! That does nothing on this list. the event already happened, and a long debrief about it isn't interesting to the reader. Let Myka ruminate while she's doing one of the other things. and by ruminate, i mean KEEP A LIGHT TOUCH HERE, ruminating is very very easy to make boring and maudlin. trust your reader; be subtle about it.

[visualbutterflysworld]

Cover Stealer | Vhackerr

You and Vinnie in bed after a fight

“Stop pulling the cover!” I yank some of the cover back. “I’m cold!” Vinnie said, yanking it back. “You walk around half naked everyday! How are you suddenly cold now!?” I scrunch my face up. “Because I am!”

Vinnie and I got in a fight a few hours ago. I don’t usually like fighting and I wouldn’t have been so upset if it wasn’t really important to me. We were supposed to have dinner together at this really nice place and had reservations but, Vincent being Vincent lost track of time over his stupid game. So by the time we made it they had given our table away.

I wouldn’t have mind but, with him being signed to IMG Models and me having to travel a lot for my job, we barely had time to spend together. If I was some famous person than I could be with him anytime I’d want. No, see, I actually have a 9 to 5 and don’t have enough times on my hands unlike some people. I may or may not have brought that up.

“Y/n, I said I was sorry.” Vinnie sighed as we walked into my apartment. “Yeah, whatever.” I grumbled as I walk upstairs. “Y/n, what’s the big deal? We’ll have another date night.” Vinnie stood at the end of the stairs and I turned midway on the staircase. “And when do you think that’ll be Vincent!? Two months from now!? I’m so sorry but, some of us don’t make our schedule! Some of us actually have to work!” I yelled as I folded my arms.

He glared at me. “You think I don’t work?! I work every damn day Y/n!” He yelled back at me. “Oh please Vincent, your job is being sexy and a photo for fourteen year olds to masturbate to.” I rolled my eyes and continuing walking up the stairs. “At least I’m doing my dream!” Vinnie yelled. “I’ve achieved my dream and got financial stability, you asshole!”

As you can see, we haven’t talked since. The whole dream thing was about me wanting to model and act but, when I decided in college that I wanted to be financially happy and actually have a job I could depend on unlike acting and modeling. Because once you hit a certain age roles and jobs dry up for whatever reason. Plus, who the fuck wants to deal with paparazzi!? Those assholes killed Princess Diana and made Britney Spears’ life a living hell.

Yeah, so I choose my other dream route. Marketing consultant. Sometimes I travel a lot to other firms to study and bring clients to my firm company. While Vinnie gets to sit at home and play video games and look sexy. I get out of my thoughts by feeling another tug. “Can your sexy ass stop pulling the cover!” I speak and instantly regret my words.

I feel the bed move and a head on my forearm. “Did you just call me sexy?” He asked. “No.” I try to hide my smile. “Liar. You know, you said something about fourteen year olds masturbating to me but, I’ve caught you masturbating to photos of me.” His fingers ling on my side before I quickly flip on my back. Letting out a gasp. “You have not!” I said and Vinnie shrugs. “I have too. Hell, I’ve caught you with your secret vibrator pretending it was me.” Vinnie laughs at me as I stare at him with wide eyes.

“I thought I was being sneaky with it.” I mutter as I pout. “Yeah, but you’re very vocal.” Vinnie pinched my side. “Whatever.” I cross my arms and look away. “I am sorry about missing the dinner.” He said before kissing my neck and nuzzling into it. “Yeah, I know.” I sigh as I rub the bridge of my nose. “Sometimes I’m afraid with us being apart so much, you may find someone else. Someone better.” Vinnie quickly shoots up. “That is the most stupidest thing I ever heard you say.” I scowl at him before he continues.

“To ever think that I would leave you because of distance is an insult. I wouldn’t leave you if you had to go to China for three months!” I laugh and Vinnie let’s out a smile. He strokes my face softly before placing a kiss on my lips. “Plus, I like when you’re away and come back to me.” He mutters as he rest his forehead against me. “Why?” I scrunch up my nose. “Because it gives me more pleasure knowing i can fuck you for as long as I want to make up time.”

I smack my lips before responding, “I seriously think you’re a sex addict. You probably have a Fleshlight somewhere.” Vinnie smirks. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. That is one thing you’ll never know.” I roll my eyes. “Okay, Dr. Seuss.”

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

Can you do hcs of a very strong SO picking the guys up? I just feel like they would have either hilarious or sweet reactions

(Especially for Steve, I love him the most)

A/N: This is so bad omg. I kinda went a bit off topic here, it’s still a strong S/O, i just didn’t include them picking the boys up for a few of them. Also i realise now that i made them out to be really weak? let’s be honest they’re not, but it makes it more fun to write!

The Outsiders x Strong S/O

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Darry

Dar’s strong too so the first thing that came into my mind was competitions to see who was the strongest. like- a big wooden board, then you have Pony and Soda sit on it, whoever struggles the least is the winner

If you beat him in an arm wrestle or one of those strength tests? i hate to break it to ya, but it’s gonna upset him a little bit, he likes to prove how strong he is and likes being the strong one

On the other hand, you two would be unstoppable in a rumble. you’d take on the biggest guys there and let’s be honest you’d probably have some combo move or something.

He gets you to help move furniture all the time, i dunno why, he just does.

Ponyboy

Let’s be honest, the guys weak as fuck. it doesn’t take much to be stronger than him.

He loves it if you give him a piggyback or something, why walk when you have a helpful S/O to carry you everywhere? it makes him feel important.

He asks you to carry stuff for him. He’d probably start whining that his arms are tired or something. He does it for a joke but if it actually upsets you he’d cut it out.

He asks you to help him build up some muscle, given his tactic in rumbles is to just jump on someone’s shoulders and pull their hair while someone else does the actual punching/kicking

Sodapop

He is forever in awe of your strength, he asks you on the regular to help him get a bit stronger but gives up after about 10 minutes because he’s tired

if you picked him up? this boy would be on top of the world. Bonus points if you’re tall too. he’d probably stand on your shoulders or something and literally shout “I’m on top of the world! Bow down to me!”

If he needs to carry a bag of coal or a sack of potatoes in or out of the DX you’re the first person he calls, then he’d call you his hero and pretend to faint into your arms while saying how tiring it was to carry the stuff himself.

He will try to pick you up or beat you in strength in some way, but he’s just not strong enough :(

Dallas

Honestly? I think it would intimidate him if his S/O was stronger than him. he’s the strong one, there’s no room for another strong person

If you picked him up he’d throw a hissy fit like a toddler, he’d probably secretly enjoy it, but he’d never admit it.

Rumbles are amazing with you two. You beat the guy up a little and then pass him off to Dally to finish the job. it just helps his ego alright?

The one advantage to having a strong S/O in his eyes? if he’s in a fight and he’s having a bit of trouble you can give him a hand, maybe sometimes even scare off the other guy become a punch is even thrown.

Steve

He challenges you to at least two arm wrestles a day, he’s pretty strong so he does put up a fight. in the end you always win though.

You two also have combo moves reserved for rumbles, you’re both fighting your own guys then you swap or something since you’re bored of beating the shit out of the one guy.

He’d never ask you too, it’d hurt his ego to ask. but if you offered to help out with stuff in the DX? just simple things like carrying tyres around or something like that, he’d fall even more in love with you <3

You two work out together every morning and help to keep each other motivated when you really don’t want to keep going.

Two-Bit

I honestly think that Two is pretty strong but i also think he’d pretend to be weak just because he loves the attention it gets him 🤷‍♂️

You’re his bodyguard. if you’re together when you meet a new hood somewhere and he feels intimidated, he’ll just say something like “Oh yeah? Well i got a secret weapon!” and push you out in front of him.

He loves your hugs. Big bear hugs that if you squeezed him for much longer than you do he thinks he’d probably suffocate. Something about them are just so comforting for him.

Same thing as Pony, he loves when you pick him up, makes him feel special.

Johnny

I’m gonna be honest i’m a bit stumped when it comes to johnny? I think he’d basically be like ponyboy?

He might ask you to help him move old car seats into the vacant lot to make it a bit more comfy from time to time.

If you pick him up he’d just be kinda like “ok this is my life now” yk? he wouldn’t really pass any remarks on it.

[simmetrycal]

raymond x reader 𐙚

synopsis

what it would be like to date this man

a/n: since i did two ash x readers so far i feel like its only right for me to include raymond. enjoy loves

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it was supposed to be a one time thing.

the both of you hardly even considered seeing each other again that night but the morning after the best sex of your life may have changed things.

he was animalistic and eager, though at the same time so reserved. he didn’t want to let noises escape his mouth so he bit them back.

you could see it drawn on his face, looking like he was upset.

he fucked you like he was.

though, raymond wouldn’t get upset with you. he simply had no reason to and if he ever did, he’d reflect on himself.

he knows better.

especially considering the fact that he has an ex wife.

if it hadn’t been for his divorce he’d be still treating women like they aren’t super important.

he’d probably just continuing being a workaholic.

but nowadays, ever since the two of you started to see each other more often, that side of him transformed.

he follows your lead with everything (outside of the bedroom).

you want to go to the fair? he’s taking you there and getting you prizes.

want to hike? he’s pushing through his fear of heights to climb a mountain with you.

pick up a new hobby? he’s staying up all night learning everything he can about it.

raymond is stubborn and loyal to a fault.

if the two of you have plans, he sticks to them thoroughly, and he’ll make sure to take care of you along the way.

though, sometimes he can get wrapped up in everything and focus on trying to get it all perfect.

he’s come to realize that you really don’t mind when it’s not all perfect. you just want to spend time with him.

he’s the type to never call you by your name again once he’s started using “honey”.

not really the type to say “baby” or “babe” but it slips out a lot during the ..night.

suns out, hons out.

you always encourage him to speak more cantonese so he doesn’t lose it.

there was a period of time when his parents came over to your guys’ house and he kept replying to them in english.

only, raymond’s mother barely understands english so he quickly switched to cantonese.

come to find out, he’s rusty. very rusty.

“you sound so american,” his father says in english, his accent thick.

then he switched up and did a businessman impression with a perfect american accent. “my credit card declines when i fill up my ford 150 with gasoline and beer.”

you laugh hard at this, raymond’s dad is so funny. you adore when they come over.

their food is so delicious too.

anyhow, due to him losing the language a bit, raymond reads to you before bed. the books are all in cantonese and he sounds so smooth and sultry, getting better at it again everyday. you enjoy it even though you have no clue what he’s saying.

you ask him to call you sweet things and at first he was shy to but he’s since opened up. he calls you “my heart” in cantonese, and the syllables sound heavenly leaving his lips.

raymond’s overall very shy in public, he’s not one for overbearing pda.

his hand holding yours or placed on your lower back is plenty.

one time, you took him to a baseball game and the two of you were on the kiss cam.

kiss me by sixpence none the richer played and he was so shy and embarrassed but placed his large hand on your cheek anyway.

he kissed you beautifully and everybody around you within a 20 foot radius were screaming!

sometimes, only sometimes, raymond also kisses you on ski lifts.

the two of you have taken up some fun sports recently— something he never used to do.

well, he played college basketball and was quite good.

you guys have a net in the big driveway in front of the garage. he never lost his talent.

he’s out there sometimes without a shirt, his hair loosening out of his usual gelled slick back, just shooting shots.

sometimes you try to walk away from the window to not stare but you come right back with a cup of tea and just ogle.

you take in the property just from the window, it was vast and beautiful, showcasing his salary.

if you ever had a financial issue, he was there at the drop of a hat. afterall, it is his whole career.

anyhow, you’ve taken up snowboarding and therefor, so has raymond.

you both enjoy it so much because with every fall you both cackle at each other.

raymond isn’t very balanced so he falls a lot.

he always gets quite sweaty so he doesn’t have on a big jacket like you— instead he has a hoodie and you want to devour him.

how can one look that good while snowboarding?

or.. trying to snowboard.

in time the two of you get better but for now, half the time you both are preoccupied with shoving snow down each others collars and kissing on the lift machine.

it’s less public so he doesn’t mind it.

what he truly loves is when you’re both all alone.

he can’t even wait until the two of you get upstairs sometimes.

you come home from wherever you are and he just takes you right on the staircase.

he is a MUNCH.

he has your legs locked around his head— what’s breathing?

he loves it so much, as if it’s his life’s purpose.

he makes it his life’s purpose to please you. and as often as he can.

his sex drive is probably a bit too high for his age.

but who can blame him, he’s so down bad for the person he’s with it’s insane.

he always groans into you when your hands find his silky honey colored hair.

it’s gelled but you don’t care, especially when he comes up to breathe and strands hang in front of his forehead and eyes.

fuck, you loved it when his hair was down.

it was like a new version of him.

in the shower, you couldn’t keep yourself from pressing up against him. wasting water the whole time you’re both in there.

he lets his wet hair fall naturally, no longer slicked back, water dripping down his sharp nose and lips.

he’s so big. so tall.

“why don’t you color your hair back to it’s natural shade?” you ask him between heated wet kisses.

he pulls away and laughs with his eyebrows drawn together, a hand coming up to wipe the water spraying on his face.

“i don’t know, maybe i’ll bring it back.” he says.

you smirk, “for me?”

at this, raymond just nods and turns you around, his big hands sliding down to your ass.

you bite your lip when you grips with strength and you feel his teeth grazing the back of your neck.

after shower sex, the cleanup is so manageable. raymond simply grabs the shower head and sprays away all the white ropes he shot onto the glass or tiles.

raymond’s towels are soft and warm and you know you’ll sleep so well tonight with the dinner he’s about to make you.

gosh, everyday he does it. make wonderful meals somehow.

at first you weren’t used to it, you’re capable of cooking for yourself you tell him.

but he personally enjoys it. it’s because he has a special interest in it and finds it to be a hobby. an fine art.

you loved this about him.

so much so that you always attend grocery stores with him (even though he’s there forever, meticulously reading labels and comparing prices).

and when he’s in the living room watching some food network show you always join him, bringing him a glass of water and a fluffy blanket.

he used to drink but he’s since completely cut it out of his life.

anyhow raymond not only likes watching food content but he enjoys sci-fi as well.

more than most people you know in fact.

he’s huge on star wars and you two have a big framed poster in the living room by the bookshelf.

oh the bookshelf was magnificent— he is such a reader.

he always says he’s the lucky one but you ended up with a hunky nerd slash personal chef slash financial advisor slash mister huge cock.

a/n thank yall for reading i love u guys 𐙚

[zacksfairest]

Vys 📙 , Caed 🍐 , Saya 💤 ; Vaela, Lehala, and Ayala all, this is very very important, 🌸

Ask me about my OCs

OH LIZ I LOVE YOU

Vys'kydir - 📙

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?

Vys is definitely the most reserved out of my little Mando group. He likes to talk about the usual Mando things: weaponry, armor, tactics, etc. He is simple to that effect.

He likes cartography, too. Maps and the like. He and Caed usually work together for any recon that needs to be done for this reason. He has an innate sense of direction, too. Even if he didn't have access to a map in his HUD, he can almost always tell North from South from East from West. It's also why Vys is usually set up as a lookout. He has the area memorized, any escape routes, potential sniper nests their enemies might take up, the best places an ambush might lie in wait—he's got it all covered.

He also likes to read. Being a lookout can get boring sometimes. You gotta have something to keep you awake when things get quiet. He usually turns to reading if he has someone else with him to help with the lookout duty. If not, he blasts music in his helmet.

Caedyc -🍐

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making!

GOD YOU PICKED THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS, BETH'IKA.

Caed is an OVERWHELMINGLY positive person. He is constantly the one trying to lighten the mood when things get tense, brushing off serious situations with a joke, teasing his squadmates purely to be a pest and get a rise out of them.

He is fucking insufferable, but this makes him a key member of Ayala's squad. She can always rely on him to keep morale up when things go sideways. And he's always there to make her laugh and get her to crack a smile when the pressure starts to mount. Caed is absolutely invaluable to Ayala for this very reason, even when she wants to throttle him because he won't shut the fuck up.

Caed knows this is his niche in the squad, and he is completely fine with that. He's always been the Clan Clown, you could say. And he likes knowing that when things get hard, and boy can they get hard, that his fellow mando'ade can turn to him to get their spirits lifted. Or at least distract them with the desire to strangle him. Anything that helps.

I love Caed a lot.

Saya - 💤

💤 What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets?

Saya lost her mother very young. Like, baby young. Young enough that she has no memory of her birth mother. Not entirely uncommon amongst Mandalorians, mind you. And this was not a loss she felt too keenly. Raising a child is pretty much a community effort for Mando clans even under normal circumstances, but when your clan head loses his wife? You best believe everyone steps in to ensure the child doesn't feel that loss, and to take the onus off the grieving widower.

But Saya was your typical Mando child. Relatively adventurous and plenty brave, constantly seeking whatever trouble she could get into with the other kids. Things changed a bit once Ayala came into the picture. I'd say that Ayala might have been? 5? Ish? When Aran adopted her and brought her and Eliava back home with him, putting Saya at 4, though pretty close to 5 herself.

Once Ayala was in the picture, Saya was enamored. She had a big sister now! Just like so many of her friends! I'd say that, even though there are definitely other alien races amongst Clan Ger'Mana, Ayala and her mother are the only Twi'leks, so Saya was entranced. She would tug at Ayala's and Eliava's lekku a lot, which hurts like a bitch because it's not like tugging on hair. She would get gently scolded a lot for that, but it's a habit that's continued into her adulthood when she decides she wants to be a brat to her big sister—or perhaps when Ayala needs to be humbled a bit. It happens.

Saya definitely went through a bit of a bratty phase as a teenager, especially once it became clear that Ayala was the one being praised for her prowess in all things Mandalorian. Like, Saya was by no means forgotten or Not Good Enough, but it was always clear that Ayala was just Better.

There was a lot of feelings of inadequacy there for while, and sometimes Saya would take that frustration out on Ayala when sparring and such. They do eventually work this out, but it remains a quiet rivalry between the two of them until they are on the cusp of their 20's I'd say. Saya came to see that, though Ayala received a lot of praise and accolades for her skills and training and leadership, it came with a lot of pressure and expectations. Ayala took it all in stride, but Saya could see the way it weighed her sister down, and decided to, instead of adding to that weight, support her. If her sister was going to be their leader one day, the least she could do was help her bear the burden.

Ayala also saw how unfair it was that she, who had been brought into the clan, was overshadowing her younger sister, and so basically became Saya's number one fan and training partner. She sparred with her, took her on patrols, and trained her. It's part of why Saya is a part of her squad. What better way for Saya to learn than by example?

And Saya is a truly stellar Mandalorian, truly. Ayala makes sure she knows this. And Saya comes to accept it as truth as well, especially once their squad starts going out into the galaxy and starting all sorts of trouble.

Vaela, Lehala, and Ayala -🌸

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

Genuinely shocked you did not ask this of Vys. But that can be a question for another day.

Vaela:

We all know what Vaela sounds like. I have no shame when I say that she sounds exactly as she does in the campaign. She has a heavy city-going accent, and I'd say her vocal timbre is pretty middle of the road for a woman. Not super deep, but not the high pitched cutesy bullshit out of an anime.

Vaela personally hates her laugh. She thinks it's loud and obnoxious, but her friends and family alike have said it's infectious and an absolute joy to hear.

And yes, she can sing. There. I said it. Maybe Zaresh made her sing sometimes for him. Shut up.

Lehala:

Lehala's voice is powerful. Not that she is loud, but her voice has an air of authority and surety to it. Her voice is also on the deeper side and has a slight accent. It's a weird one; you can hear bits of a typical tiefling accent in there, or at least the kind of accent you'd expect a tiefling to have, but it's not quite right.

A fact! This is because, as the Namda are not a mono-racial species, they all live and exist among many accents and ways of speaking. So their accent can be a weird amalgamation of their species' accent combined with others.

Lehala's laugh is usually a bit reserved. More of a low chuckle. Sometimes she can be made to really bark out a loud laugh, but that's kind of rare.

Alas, Lehala cannot sing. A pity. Imagine how nights around the camp would be if we had that. Traditional Namda ballads every night.

Ayala:

My darlingest girl! Ayala has a similar air of authority to her voice that Lehala does, but her voice is of a bit of a higher pitch. I'd say maybe ever so slightly higher than Vaela's.

Ayala has an absolutely delightful laugh. It is almost musical. You could almost call it girlish, if I had to sum it up in a word. One of those damned Disney Princess-esque laughs.

I am giving the ability to sing to Ayala, if only because she WILL sing in mando'a around Thrawn, goddamnit.

She doesn't have much of an accent, though. If Mandalorians had an accent, I'd give her that, but we are going to go with the same explanation I gave to Lehala. Mandalorians are not a monolith, there are so many different species that make up the people, so their accent is not really able to be placed.

[etchofsqetch]

I hate it when someone tries to get my attention but it doesn’t work. I feel like I’m missing something. Missing something important, something big, something that should be obvious. I’ve never been a nosey person myself, I’ve always stayed in my own lane; but, say I decide to get nosey, and I feel like someone is talking to me when I walk down the street. How am I supposed to know who it is that’s trying to get my attention? Why do I even care?

People are constantly talking from a location where I can’t see them standing. I’ve tried walking in the direction I hear speech from, to see if they would keep talking; but it never works. It’s always quieter the closer I get.. trying to pinpoint a sound’s location is damn near impossible with only one set of ears. I can barely tell which house has the fighting couple in it when I walk by; for example, and that’s only because they are screaming at each other. This type of experiment takes at least two people, (I think,) who can communicate and test; because, volume is important too. Not to mention that variables always change when a door is open or a window.

It’s crazy how well you can hear what’s going on in the kitchen for example; but they can’t hear you from the bedroom. Also when inside any given house, the directions that sound comes from within other rooms of the house tends to get arranged incorrectly all the time. Voices that seem to be coming from downstairs end up coming from the apartment next door, and stuff like that.

I haven’t honestly been able to figure much out about my house; because, I don’t have another person who finds this kind of thing fun and interesting, and by trying to experiment by myself, I’ve only lost my place to stay really.. well not really; I’m protected by law; but, that doesn’t mean shit in Oakland.

Never have I lived in a more dangerous place in my life. There is so much crime here, sometimes I’m afraid to leave the house. The statistics make this city one of the most dangerous places to live in the United States, and it’s reputation precedes those facts. Younger and younger children are running around with shotguns and machetes, robbing people and stealing gold bars and diamonds from the federal reserve. I just heard about a gang of seven year olds who held up a bank, and the Oakland Police Department covered it up. Can you believe that? Imagine if that kind of news would have made main stream media? It’s almost a good thing they covered it up. So far we have brought in more officers than Oakland taxpayers can afford, and seen a significant improvement.

There were only statistically 55 vehicles stolen last month, and tire sales have decreased by about two thirds. It’s hard to drive down a city block these days and not see a car on blocks, sadly..

Figuratively speaking, the people of Oakland are getting fucked. It’s hard to tell who, or what is the cause of this rampant crime and unjustified violence; but it definitely doesn’t help me personally, especially if I’m trying to get the girl down the street to show me her sewing machine.. one thing I just don’t understand; though, if snitching is such a crime here, then why are all of the citizens so noisey?

I hate to say all of the citizens; because, I meet quiet people quite often; but, these kids are uncontrollably out of line! Not to mention privacy doesn’t exist in California. I mean; why does it seem like someone not only has access to what’s on my phone; but at times it seems like they can read my mind as well. Is that what you get access to when you’ve lived in California for a whole year, or do you have to be born here for that?

Anyways, it’s like Biggie said, “it’s all a dream.” I made most of that shit up about the kids and stuff anyway; because honestly, from my observation Oakland is a pretty safe place to live. Just don’t try and speak French while you’re here, you might get shot.

And the meth will make you a deranged psychopath pedophile rapist, who wants to eat kittens and lacerate dogs with your teeth; that is, if the fentanyl doesn’t kill you first.

Stay the fuck away from Oakland!!

[lesbokyoko]

by popular demand (hii rene!!) I'm gonna elaborate!

Under the cut!

Okk first one easily jealous/too careless

Zwan is a jealous person, which is hard to expect because of her usually laid-back demeanor, she just internalizes it. Like oh Kaffee is talking to another girl; she's prob cheating on me. Ok. Ok. Fine. Yeah ok. She never mentions it, so Kaffee wouldn't know. Kaffee just doesn't really think about it too much, she's just being friendly to others of course. It's her job. Maybe she gets too touchy sometimes but who careessss, really?

Destroys everything to have you/Kills you to save the world

I think they're both likely to kill someone for the other, I just think Zwan is a little more likely to kill Kaffee if it meant saving more people. Just a bit.

I don't deserve any of this/I deserve to be with you

For me, I interpreted this as two things, both as like. not deserving to be in a situation and not deserving to be in the relationship. Einundzwanzig has enough self-respect to know she doesn't really deserve how Kaffee treats her sometimes cause Kaffee can be a brat and a bit moody and lashes out in progressively weirder ways (persona degradation for the win!!). She doesn't have enough self-respect, though, to actually like idk. leave. Goes back to how she doesn't feel like she deserves this love, or any love really, and feels like she just got lucky, she can't fuck up.

Kaffee is a bit more like "I deserve this, I've worked hard, I've been good, this is my big break!!" She still has her doubts though, but she tries to brush them aside. Zwan listens to her, indulges her, pities her, its just what she needed! It's just some nights its hard to believe the things she tells herself. She has some self-awareness to understand she.. isn't the best at times, and wonders why Zwan even stays.

Would revive you if you died/Leaves you to die anyway

I feel like if Zwan had the chance, she would bring Kaffee back, even for a little while. Maybe just to hear her speak again. Kaffee would too but I think she'd also accept if Zwan was a lost cause. Once again just a bit more likely to do the other thing, I think they're mostly on the same wavelength abt that.

Clings onto others/Cold exterior

Aras don't express much, and Zwan is already emotionally reserved as it is. She doesn't say much about herself and god forbid she says how she's feeling. Isn't much for PDA either. Kaffee is the opposite, if she doesn't complain to her dorm mates or Zwan at least once a day she feels like she would go insane. She needs them! She would also be physically clingy too, stay in bed for cuddles a bit longer, work isn't that important!!

This is fate, isn't it?/It was a coincidence, that's all.

They met on a whim, when Kaffee was leaving work and Einundzwanzig was having a smoke break. Zwan thinks she could've been anyone, things like fate don't exist and it was just a happen-chance. Kaffee agrees, but something in her wants to believe there's something more out there. A reason for being a reason for things turning out the way they do. Maybe she just reads too many novels.

Let's leave this place,/I can't just leave everything for *you*...

They both want to escape, it's natural for residents of shithole Sierpinski 23, but everyone has something holding them back, naturally. Zwan is more likely to pack up and go and Kaffee is a little more likely to hesitate, I mean the mines is all she knows. I think in the end though, they would leave together.

A bloody marriage/I still don't feel anything

Hmm this one confused me a bit so I went off vibes on which one I could imagine in a wedding dress grinning covered in blood more. Also I just feel like later on Kaffee would have a hard time feeling anything.

Self sacrificial/Would give you away for nothing at all

Both are a bit of martyrs, but then again they're both a bit selfish, I think it would just depend on what they're defending the other from. Kaffee would be a bit more pussy though.

See you in the next life/This'll never happen again

Zwan never really took the relationship too seriously to begin with (not that she doesn't value it), and she doesn't really believe in that sort of thing, especially for Replikas. She wouldn't want to meet Kaffee again. Kaffee is more whimsical about that sort of stuff! "Do you think we meet in every universe?". Though, if she never had to see her again, maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing ever...

I don't feel a thing/You make me feel alive

As Kaffee continued to degrade she just kinda. Didn't give a fuck about anything. Even before, Zwan never really exited her she was just a warm mouth at the end of the day. Well maybe earlier on she did. Things fall into routine though. Zwan feels the ever bit more human with Kaffee around, she's unpredictable and you can't really tell what she's going to do next and that's fun to her, (ie makes her feel alive!).

Would go back in time to save you/Things like that are impossible

Zwan thinks maybe if she just did something different, Kaffee wouldn't have gotten sick. They would still be down in her tunnel talking about whatever and not staring at her from behind the glass of an oxygen tent. Maybe if she just remembered to say thank you that one time Kaffee bought her seeds for a plant she liked. Maybe if she just held her closer, maybe if she could say promises she really meant, she would still be here. At the end of her life, Kaffee just wanted it to be over, she didn't want Zwan to mull over what can't happen or what never was. "Things like that are impossible"

I need anyone by my side/I don't need anyone except you

Kaffee's more desperate for company (though they both are tbh), she would really cling to anyone. She's the type of person that can't be alone. Zwan is a little more used to it but she also just needs someone to hold, and that could've been anyone.

We're friends, right?/I wish we were something more

It took a while for Zwan to even realize they were dating. Yeah, they kissed sometimes but whatever it could mean nothing. Kaffee def fell first and pined for quite a bit, lesbian crushes got hands :( Especially when the other is an idiot who doesn't know the boundaries of "normal" friendship and dating.

Wahhh this was longg, hope it makes some sense. I've never really talked about my ocs at length like this esp not online so I'm a bit nervous but!! its so fun to actually talk a lot abt them

one of those silly ship charts with these two

[wolfiemcwolferson]

I’m in my feels about Charles’ having a Seb helmet and also in my Maxiel feels because of a conversation with a friend so here is a thing.

Maxiel: The Helmet

Most of Daniel’s friends aren’t here and that’s ok. There’s a party waiting for him in 6 different countries and he plans on hitting them all like some kind of fan service retirement thing so no one worries too much.

But he’s looking forward to Christmas - where he plans on turning off his phone and forgetting about everyone and everything.

He’s currently staring at the Lance DTS meme that another acquaintance has sent him because they think it’s funny. “You love the sport but it just don’t love ya back.” Sure, Danny had made that joke himself, but he was allowed to do that. It hurt coming from other people.

There was no F1 fanfare for him either - the sport he bled for, the one that kept him from his family for two years, the one he’s missed birthdays and funerals and weddings and time for.

Of course, Seb was getting a proper fucking send-off. Daniel was getting a reserve seat and he knew he’d never see the inside of a car at lights out again unless something bad happened, and no matter what, he couldn’t wish that on anyone - not any of these guys.

It’s Charles’ helmet that breaks him though. The helmet for Seb. You love the sport and sometimes it just don’t love ya back.

And the worst part is he had told them all not to do anything. He was a reserve driver. He’d still be around. Don’t worry about making a big deal about it, I’ll be back.

He didn’t expect anyone to actually take him seriously…he expected something.

Danny is tired now, counting the hours until he can bolt. Ready to drink a bottle of wine on a flight and not have Michael glare at him passive aggressively.

Danny’s helmet isn’t special - the same design he’s had all season - because he didn’t want to remember this. But maybe he did and maybe he’s bitter and maybe he doesn’t deserve a full time seat ever and -

He’s tugged sideways suddenly and he nearly loses his balance but then Max is righting him with that gentle smile on his face that he gets for people he actually considers friends. Danny hadn’t seen it this week after everything, but there it is.

“Hiya, Maxy. What’s up?”

Max beams and whispers, “come with me.” And then he’s waving at people in the RBR garage as they walk past them and towards Max’s driver room.

Daniel feels like he should leave. Even if he has a contract with these guys that technically starts in two days - he’s in McLaren Orange and he sticks out, but Max doesn’t let go and they keep walking.

“I, of course, did not change anything. It is still gold, and my lion is the same as always, but -“ Max pulls Daniel through the door of his driver’s room and slams it shut behind him. Daniel has flashbacks of - well, not the time for that.

“Max, what?” Daniel asks, confused and a little tired.

“I know it is not your last race ever, but it felt important to me,” Max is still rambling - quick and nervous like he does when he’s unsure if he did something wrong, and then he picks up his helmet, the gold one with two stars on the back. “You will have a seat in 24, but I wanted to -“

Max turns the helmet around and taps on the place underneath the two gold stars. The number 3.

Max put a - a 3 on his helmet for Daniel.

For Daniel’s last race.

“I know things have been hard for us, since-“ Max waves a hand between them, and it’s met to encompass everything between them. “But you are still one of my best friends and you helped make me the driver I am today and -“

He shrugs and Daniel pulls the helmet from his hands with shaky fingers, placing it back down on the table.

“Thank you,” Daniel says, before he hugs Max, winding his arms around his waist and squeezing him close. “Thank you.”

Max puts his chin directly on top of Daniel’s head somehow and says, “Yes, well you are important to me. And I am glad you are coming home.”

Daniel squeezes Max tighter. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was coming home in more than one way.

[almadelsur]

A frank castle idea, I'm rewatching daredevil and his colonel was saying how perceptive Frank is of people's body language, personality and behavior. And he was able to read karen easy. So how do you think that applies to our dear reader!

Oooooh ok ok starting off strong here. !! 18+ below !!

So I think that from the moment Frank meets you, he knows that it ain’t gonna be an easy ride. As ever, the aloof observer that he is, he watches you from a few barstools away through horizon line that is his beer glass as he brings it up to his lips. You’re on a date with some boring fucker who uses too many hand gestures and is clearly intimidated by you by the way that his knee keeps bouncing up and down anxiously. Even from a short distance Frank can tell that you’re bored, you stay quiet listening to whatever nervous rambling your date keeps spewing whilst trying to swallow down the ridiculous pink gin drink that he had bought for you. Every now and then you let your eyes drift over to Frank. He catches you in eye contact a couple of times, your gaze daring him to go over, make a move, anything. So he does. He walks over to you whilst your date is in the restroom and doesn’t even bother introducing himself, instead he sits himself down where your date had been and shoves the glass of gin gently towards the bar before asking the bartender for a “Jack on the rocks for the lady, I think she’s suffered through enough of this.” Your short satisfied response of “Hmm” tells him that he’s met his match.

To no one’s surprise, you’d left with Frank that night. As your relationship progressed, he came to realise just how right he’d been in his initial impression of you. He’d always thought he was stoic and undemonstrative until he met you. Of course the base level of open communication had been there, especially as you were getting to know eachother.

Where did you grow up?

How many siblings do you have?

What’s your story?

All questions he knew the answers to, it was the emotion you reserved. The day-to-day how are you feeling? why are you angry? are you upset with me? Those were things you shut off. Frank was smart though, he read your eyes like a children’s picture book. He knew when you lied and why usually, he knew the difference between your “im worried about you anger” and your “im pissed at you anger”. Most importantly, he knew when you were sad, that was the real kicker for you. You’d never admit it but, despite your rooted issues in the matter, it was important to you and you were thankful that he’d just know without you having to surrender and explicitly say it out loud. Ever since you were little, you had hated other people seeing you upset. Irrationally, and mainly due to your upbringing, it made you feel weak. But as well as knowing the when, Frank also knew the how. He knew how to accommodate to your moods without you having to say a single word, he knew that when you felt particularly upset the best thing for him to do was take you to bed and hold you close to him with the television playing for some numbing background noise whilst he grounded you with his top of the head kisses, or his back strokes. Sometimes, in those moments, you would even benefit from a slow fuck, you on your back under Frank’s engulfing physique, fucking the bad thoughts out of your head until the only thing you could think about and feel was him.

Speaking of which, the way he can read body language is also something you’d come to realise was a large factor in Frank’s ability to give you knock-out orgasms each and every single time. Because whilst yes, all his qualities are amazing and his dick is big and yada yada yada, it’s not the size of his cock or his primal nature that gives him the edge in bed, it’s his extensive knowledge of your body and what you like. The way he knows when to slow down or when to lift your leg over his shoulder to hit deeper, or how he knows that if he eats your pussy out before sex then you’re usually more riled up for a hard fucking and if he makes you ride him then you won’t need a second orgasm through penetration but won’t ever be too overstimulated so as to not be able to cum from him rubbing on your clit. Basically all in all, Frank knows each and every part of you, both internally and externally, and it’s truly a blessing just as he is as a partner and a person !!

Send me your Frank Castle concepts, asks, and thoughts !!

[fancifulplaguerat]

I hope you won’t mind if I get into a little rant here, but. I admit I never really got the “Artemy dad” thing, and maybe it’s because I’m not really interested in Patho 2 and it seems that’s where most of this characterisation comes from. I think Artemy is protective, and is motivated by family, but he isn’t particularly ‘fatherly.’ He has a few lines expressing worry for Mishka and others, but overall I don’t get the impression that he’s kinder or better with children than Daniil or even Clara honestly. Daniil is often nice to the kids, and that’s not to say I think Daniil is more fatherly because absolutely not. Like Artemy, Daniil threatens corporal punishment at times, often when he’s angry at kids for not minding their safety; the instances I remember Artemy doing it are often because children are being impudent to him, like when he tells Kaspar “I’d love to teach you some good manners...” when Kaspar tells him to fuck off about the Kains’ business. Neither motivation is “better” because they’re both threatening children with violence, but it’s instances like these that turn me away from the depiction of Artemy as some nurturing father figure. 

And Daniil can be kind of playful with the kids, like when Notkin says “If you see a big grey cat around here, call him Artist,” and Daniil can say “I will—if he called me Bachelor.” Or when he expresses interest in a story one of the town girls tells him, or plays along with what kids are saying even when he thinks it’s bullshit, or showing concern as when Grace says her head hurts (“Oh dear... let me have a look”). A quasi side note: I hate how the game disincentivizes Daniil/the player from being kind to Grace sometimes. If you choose the above line, the dialogue ends; and there’s another instance where I believe she’ll only give you lockpicks if you get angry with her first, and she’s trying to make you not mad anymore, which I absolutely fucking hate it is so rancid that the game makes you do that. 

Which. I have to say this because this post seems like a safe space for unpopular opinions but I actually hate Daniil’s character in Patho 2. The fact that he’s so mean to children feels like a cheap “Daniil is the Bad One he’s so shitty he bullies literal kids !!” It turned me off immediately. Daniil can be a cunt in Patho Classic, but tbh the misogyny and racism that people point to him expressing are consistent within the game’s text. Artemy also has lines that are racist towards the Kin, calling them animals or deriding their medical knowledge, and demeaning towards women. I think it’s important to scrutinize that rather than just writing it off as oh Classic Daniil, Being An Asshole. And while I’m here. In Patho Classic, Daniil’s arrogance seems less like “I’m inherently better” but “I know better”—there are at least three dialogues where people will laud him and he’ll say “I’m not that special, I’m not that smart” but he comes off as arrogant because he’s so sure that he knows what’s best and gets frustrated fast when everyone doesn’t immediately fall in line. Patho 2 Daniil feels like a caricature of him, the way he says things like “I just have a naturally high intelligence.” It’s so over-the-top insufferable, like he’s just being a dick with no real rhyme or reason. 

Anyway. I also agree I do not see Artemy as a doting or worried lover at all. I mean the Haruspex Route is almost comical to me, how Daniil is “come see me, come talk to me, let’s help each other, you helped me, now I’ll help you” and Artemy is just. “Okay,” and often begrudgingly at that. (Though not always, of course.) I don’t see him as the fussy one either, especially when Capella literally tells Artemy that Daniil “fawns upon you a lot.” That said, I think Artemy is capable of being very genuine and kind, especially how he comforts Daniil when he learns that he’s a doll, but excluding such moments, he comes off as a pretty reserved person to me. Also what you said about self-sufficiency—he is very independent and likes working alone, and seemingly treats others with this mindset, i.e. talking to the kids as people who can handle themselves

The thing about Artemy is. He's got that "my heart is too soft" line and he very obviously cares but in the game he's not like. A fluffy soft boy? Ykwim? At least not all of the time. He can be brash and rude. He's got a morbid sense of humour - he's hunted down for murder and he makes jokes about it (roaring at Eva, "that's my perfume") or uses it to threaten people (I definitely remember seeing dialogue options in the vein of "yeah I'm the Ripper so better don't stand in my way"). Let him be threatening or tactless sometimes!

And then also. He can be mean to kids, and even though the relationships develop anyway (because it's pathologic and your dialogue choices don't really affect how NPCs feel about you for the rest of the game or whether they associate with you or not, beyond the immediate choice of doing a quest or not, and boy is it especially striking in p2), at his most dad he's not like... Especially doting? Sticky and Murky straight up just move in with him by themselves and of course he cares about their wellbeing and will defend them with his life, but by god he's glad these kids are so self sufficient because. I think he's not that far from Peter, one day into adopting Grace, being like "don't touch her or I'll bite but also I haven't given her food yet because I don't know what kids eat". And like sure in the game he also has more pressing concerns, but especially in classic (where he doesn't even really adopt any kids, just makes sure they're alive and leaves them to their own devices) I didn't get the impression he's like, fussing over them. He's not fussing over his adult friends either and pardon an unpopular opinion but I don't see him fussing over his lovers too, in the way it's sometimes depicted in fanon. You know. Fussing over Daniil in this very parental way, nagging at him to wear warmer gloves and eat more for breakfast. Bit of a He Would Not Say That to me. Not saying he wouldn't be worried for his health if something serious happened or that he wouldn't ever do a tender gesture of like throwing a blanket over his boyfriend's shoulders when he fell asleep at his desk again, but you know, it's a question of proportion and overall vibes, and "doting parent to everyone around him, kids and adults alike" as his whole personality is to me not only flattening his character but also a bit ooc. Trying hard not to be too confrontational and like enjoy your fics whatever but that's not the guy I know from the game that's his doppelganger from the dream dad dimension and I don't want him to entirely take over the whole perception of the character you know. I'd like to see more of him fumbling at being a family man and just once I want to see him make a baby cry by being a little too menacing while playing peek-a-boo

[or-is-ittt]

Be Here

You and Harry rarely ever fought but when you did it was never pretty. Your fights were never meaningless and never about cheating rumors or anything like that. No. They were normally about one of you neglecting the other or about the chores that either of you failed to complete.

Harry had promised you a night out tonight to make up for being in the studio so much lately. “It’ll be a great night babe. Just the two of us.” He had told you the day before.

However it seemed as though his plans had changed because you’d been waiting for him to come home for the past 2 hours and pictures of him entering a bar with the band were filling your twitter feed. After the first 30 minutes of waiting for him, you began to grow impatient and angrier every second you saw the door not swinging open.

Your reservation was at 8:30, and it was 11 now. Fuming you decided to go and change out of your light pink flowy dress you had bought the day before just for your first date with Harry after almost a month. You knew that dating The Harry Styles would mean giving up lots of nights out and time spent together, but lately it seemed as though he didn’t even acknowledge that he was in a relationship at all. Every time you had presented him with the idea of spending time together weather it was at home or in public he would shoot you down with a “I have an important meeting with Jeff.” Or “ I have a super mandatory recording session today and I can’t miss it.”

After changing you decided that you were done waiting up for him so you got ready for bed and took your pillow to the guest room. You knew that you couldn’t stand to be sleeping with him that night. You absolutely hated fighting and confrontation so you decided that you wouldn’t be the one to start any of that. So you would give him the silent treatment. ———————————————————————————

Harry knew he had fucked up big time when he came home fully drunk and with you and your pillow gone from your guys room. He knew that he had a date with you but they had gotten done in the studio an hour early and the band had wanted to go for a couple of drinks. He was a little hesitant but he figured he would just leave early and would just have like 2 drinks. However the 2 turned into 4 and then into 6 and by then he’d lost track of time completely and the cherry on top was that his phone died so he didn’t even get your calls or texts.

He knew you were going to be angry the next day since this was the 3rd time he’d done that to you that month so he decided that he would get up earlier than you and try to make it up to you. You normally never got up before 9 on the weekends, so when you’re in the kitchen at 8 already eating your own breakfast, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Carefully walking over to you, he pulls you into him and gives you a light kiss on your temple. “Mornin’ love” he says, voice barley over a whisper.

You pull away from him, grab your dishes to put in the sink and walk up the stairs, practically not even acknowledging his existence. He knew he deserved this but he just wanted to fix it so he follows you and gently pulls your wrist before you can get on the first step.

“M’sorry love, I completely lost track of time and my phone died, ” he says but you refuse to look him in the eye because you know you’ll start crying. “Please love just look at me, Jeff and the band wanted to go fo’ drinks and I just thought I would go for a bit. I know it sounds awful but I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.” He speaks his voice trembling a little.

You wished that sometimes he would just say no, you’ve never understood why it was so hard for him to just stand his ground. You were tired from barely getting enough sleep last night and weren’t ready to talk to him yet. You knew it probably wasn’t the best thing to do but you just couldn’t handle him right now so you pull your wrist away from his hand and continue walking to the guest bedroom.

Right when you close the door you’re crying your eyes out because it all just got to much. You want to believe him when he says it wouldn’t happen again but it’s hard to when he’s always forgetting or busy. Soft sobs fill the room and you begin to doubt your relationship with him. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him because you did, with every breath you took and with all of your heart, but it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who’s not as present as the other. You knew you’d signed up for this but maybe you couldn’t handle it. Maybe you just needed to take a break from him for a little bit, just to collect your thoughts and how you feel about your relationship. Maybe Harry just needs to get some of his priorities straight. And weren’t being mean or inconsiderate but you knew that Harry loved what he did and you never wanted to get in the way of that so you knew that a break from each other would be a good thing. You sat like that for an hour just thinking about all of it.

A soft knock was heard and you knew it was Harry trying to talk to you. You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever so you got up and opened the door slowly like a scared child who knew they were going to get in trouble. (I know bad analogy but bare with me here) He looked as if he had been crying too and you knew he was sorry and after thinking everything through you knew what you were going to say.

“Love… I-I’m so s-sorry.” He spoke through sobs that completely shattered your heart. “P-please don’t leave m-me, I know I fucked up but j-just let me make it up to y-you. Please.” He fell to his knees and shook violently with sobs.

Now you were crying too. “Baby g-get up please” you spoke, voice barely coming through from all the crying you’d been doing as well. You feel to the ground as well where he was still crying and put or arms around him hugging him tightly while trying to calm yourself and him. You both stayed like that for a while just embracing each other not wanting to move or talk about everything that had been happening. The both of you got up and walked hand in hand to the small seating area you had in the room.

Neither of you wanted to start the conversation but you knew someone had to so you decided that it’d be you.

“Why Harry?” You said your voice cracking a bit. “If you knew we had a date why did you say yes to going to the bar? A-am I not of enough importance to you to get you to say no?” You spoke

He looked at you through sad tear eyes and shocked his head. “You are love… i just… i wasn’t thinking and I’m sorry.”

“You know what Harry, that’s a shit excuse. I can’t and I won’t always be here waiting up on you to come home because ‘you weren’t thinking’ ” You say holding up air quotations with your fingers.

“I didn’t think I’d forget. I was only trying to have like 2 drinks and then they all started doing shots and I had said no but they wouldn’t stop asking, but I didn’t mean to I swear darling.” He cries. “P-please just give me one more chance love. I’ll be better I swear. I’ll come home early from the studio more often, whatever you want me to do I’ll do it love. Just please don’t leave.” He says

You don’t want to leave him either so you decide to give him this one chance. “I’m not going to leave you H. But you have to promise me something.” You say

“Whatever it is love I’ll do it, just say the words.” He speaks hope evident in his voice.

“Just…just be here.” You say a soft smile creeping up on face when you realize that you are both going to be alright. You know that this will take a while to heal but your willing to make it work with him.

He gently cups your cheeks and pulls you in for a soft kiss. You pull back and smile. “We’ll be alright yea?” He says. “We’ll be alright” you beam at him.

A/n alright so my longest writing ever! Please like and reblog!!!! Also please be niceee but still leave me your honest opinion.