#friendship is sacred and i know ours is to her

[thementalshawty]

PAC WHAT TYPE OF LOVE IS ENTERING YOUR LIFE?

Hey my baby babes! Here is the reading I promised you guys!!! This reading been on my mind since I did the last one honestly and I’m guessing some of you are curious but instead of asking spirit of love is coming into your life I’m going to ask what kind of love because love comes in our life everyday in big and small ways so I decided to ask in what way love is entering your lives soon.

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Pile 1

Now I know a lot of you are thinking the worse when you see this card but I’m not getting anything negative or low energetic about this love coming in. Actually quite the opposite, I heard liberating. There’s something here that you and this person share in common that’s coming in, honestly the kind of love I’m hearing is through a trauma bond maybe? I’m seeing two people praising one god or goddess. I’m seeing that it may be a friendship here. It can be a same sex love too if that’s what you’re into, I see carnal pleasure being fulfilled here, friends with benefits for sure!!! I’m not getting romantic vibes honestly from this, I’m seeing this love is a love that helps you break the chain that you are currently in, you can be in a cycle that you’re completely unaware of. This person can be a Capricorn, be Capricornic, they are not a satanist or satanic and even if they’re into that they’re not into bringing you into it I’m hearing sacred so what they believe in is very sacred they very RARELY SHARE THAT! This is why again I don’t feel it’s a romantic love it can even be a new belief that’s coming and not a person if you get my drift or some kind of inspiration, love comes in very many a way so we need to look for something deeper sometimes and this isn’t a romantic love, I’m seeing it can be sexual or passionate though here, exploring each others carnal fantasies! so fuccin funny the bottom of the decc is the 8oS! so even more confirmation! You’re gaining freedom from whatever chain you’ve got going on in your head! Youre binded to a thought about yourself some kind of belief and I see it coming undone and since there’s two people I do believe someone else is involved but again idk if it’s romantic im still not seeing it go anywhere more than some wild nights together frfr but i see you’ll be so beyond happy you met this person it’s like a pent up farmer girl who becomes friends with the free spirited city girl roommate showing her how to let loose vibes. That’s very much the energy im getting from this pile, you may be meeting your bestie here guys!!!

Thanks for Reading.

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Pile 2

So the kind of love I see coming into your life isn’t romantically at all, welp, you or this person may see it that way, I’m seeing some kind of delusionary connection that’s coming into your life, it’s almost like it’s too good to be true, this person and it’s not that they’re not good it’s just like, they aren’t really into love or I’m seeing they’re not into you like that but you want them too be or you feel they might be or it can be that they feel this way about you and you don’t about them. There’s some kind of imbalance here between you and this person it can also be a disconnect from your heart and this love that’s coming in will help you reconnect with the badass mf that is you. I’m seeing that one of you could be hurt by love and emotions, hiding your cup and forcing it away, but this love will help you want to offer your cup but I don’t see it happening early on, I see this is a slow to romance connection if there’s any chance or possibility! If not then it’s a crush frfr that’s going to go south and you’ll realize this person HAS NOOOOOOOO feelings for you at all and that shit may destroy you, I’m sorry but it’s reality I feel like this connection is so delusionary that you can get lost in the wishful thinking, maybe they drop hints of affection or your misreading them. At the bottom of the deck you have the 2oP! so I’m seeing that there may be TWO types of love coming in, or a decision has to be made, maybe you wanted to date two people at the same time and it’s just not happening right for you, also I’m hearing your crush could be denying you but then someone else likes you, that you’re not even noticing it’s giving 5oC energy you’re only looking at what spilled and not even paying attention to what’s new and being offered. You will need to decide who you’re going to give your cup too because one of the choices are definite more romantic, balanced and will work out for you more than the other one. The choice is yours. Also I’m seeing some money coming in so you can chill, I feel like you are someone who never stops to take a break or breathe or nothing and this connection or this love that’s coming in whether it be a person promotion or both is some kind of disappointment, it’s going to help bring balance and control back into your life and it feels like you’ve been falling of your rotational strength as of late don’t worry baby you’ll get it bacc I promise. Don’t lose hope I’m hearing. I’m hearing that if it is a person that’s not for you don’t think less of you someone else is coming or is already there and you’re jus not giving them the time of day or you don’t think they want you either! I want more information about this one I will upload a deeper meaning to the reading on my Patreon.

Thanks for reading.

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Pile 3

Now this kind of love is straight up TOXIC! I see that this is not romantic it all it just involves a woman or someone who identifies themselves with more feminine energies. This person is an energy vampire but I see you taking bacc what was stolen. I see that this can be a friend or family member but I’m seeing that this person is a emotional manipulator that love to play cat and mouse game to end up on top this person can be a water sign frfr cancer vibes mostly, this person is very low vibes and and energy they don’t want to do anything but cause chaos and destruction! You don’t need that in your life, like all the readings I’m seeing that this love coming in is bringing in major clarity it can be someone or something that helps you see the toxic person for what they are and take back your energy it’s giving that song by botdf bewitched. (I don’t stand with Dahvie but Jay Vanity (DAHLI) is my heart). I see that this person is used to being put on a pedestal by someone whether it be you or the ones around them, either way they’re very spoiled and they’re no good for you! I’m seeing that you’re going to finally see the truth for what it is. This person brings drama and dark clouds you’re going to want nothing to do with this person and you’re going to reclaim all of your power! its almost like whatever draining you will be poured back into you. You’re rubber, they’re glue what they do bounces off you and sticks back to them! You will also feel so liberated hmm this may be connected to pile 1 so if you felt pulled there then this may be the answer cos I think this is the part 2 or the more information it’s giving freedom too, but this is from an actual person it can be a negative ex you may be going too or friend someone that you let slide always on their shit I’m seeing that it’s going to end and that you’ll realize this person again it can even be you just being in low vibrational space and you’re finally becoming self conscious and doing something about it whether then just waiting for someone to come help. Self care is needed!! So self love is coming into your life fashoooooo SELF SELF SELF! Go and treat yourself to some grade A fun you deserve it.

Thank you for reading.

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And just like that folks we are done I hope that this reading brought clarity and you guys enjoy it!

[beautification-tales]

The Wereslut part 2

A tale of periodic transformations

"Come on, Ginge, you've got to check this out!" exclaimed Brigitte, her eyes glued to the screen as a group of pirates fought with exaggerated flailing and yells.

Ginger rolled her eyes, the scent of popcorn and the warm glow of the TV the only comfort in the otherwise cold apartment. She knew full well what was going to happen next, having watched the episode a hundred times with her best friend. But she couldn't help the smile that crept onto her lips as she leaned in closer, the anticipation of their favorite scene building.

The doorbell rang, cutting through the dramatic music and the clanging of swords like a knife. Brigitte's enthusiastic "Who could it be?" was met with Ginger's knowing look. It was Sam, the neighbor who had a knack for interrupting their Friday night marathons.

Sam waltzed in, his cheeky grin lighting up the room. "Looks like the weebs are at it again," he said, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table. He was tall and muscular, a stark contrast to Brigitte's plush figure. His teasing was all in good fun, though, and the girls had grown used to his playful banter.

“Babe I told you tonight it’s girls night ok?” Ginger called out as Sam sailed through the doorway, a playful scowl etched on her face. She knew he was joking, but she couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed. “I just miss you babe.” Sam said with a shrug, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He knew that Ginger’s friendship with Brigitte was sacred, almost a religion in itself, and interrupting was like walking into a church mid-mass. But his curiosity always got the better of him.

“You are so lucky you are cute.” Ginger replied, approaching her tall boyfriend. She got on her tiptoes and pouted. Sam bent down and kissed her lips. “But seriously, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She glanced back at the TV, where the climax of the battle was reaching its peak. “Dinner and FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood right?” Sam asked with a hopeful smile. Ginger nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. “It’s a date.”

With a dramatic sigh, Sam kissed her on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.” He turned to leave, waving at the screen. “Take care of the Straw Hats for me!” he called over his shoulder, his laugh echoing down the hall. Brigitte turned to her best friend. “You didn’t have to make him leave you know.”

“I know, but we need our time, bestie,” Ginger said, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it in her mouth. “Besides, you know how he gets when he watches with me. After two episodes…. There isn’t much watching.” Ginger giggled at the thought of Sam's inability to sit through their anime binges without trying to have sex with her.

Brigitte nodded, her cheeks reddening slightly. “I totally get it. You guys have that kind of relationship. But, you know, I wish I had someone who was like that with me.” She playfully elbowed Ginger's side, causing her to spill some popcorn on her shirt.

“But seriously how did things change between you two? A few months ago you were crushing on him. Now he can’t get enough of you.” Ginger threw another piece of popcorn at Brigitte, who caught it with a grin. “What can I say, the universe finally realized I’m irresistible.”

“Come on you know I know you better than that. Remember Frank? You were a nervous wreck around him and he’s not even close to how hot Sam is. So what is the secret? Are you a witch now?” Brigitte said, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Huh? What? No! Me?” Ginger stuttered, her cheeks flushing. She paused the episode, turning to face Brigitte. “It’s just that Sam’s really into me, you know? And I figured out what makes him happy. That’s all there is to it.”

“I was joking but now I know you’re hiding something.” Brigitte said, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Ginger felt a knot in her stomach, realizing she might have said too much. She also felt her burn mark ache as it typically does on the full moon. It was a secret she hadn’t shared with anyone, not even her best friend.

Ginger looked at her friend. She knew lying would be impossible as Brigitte was practically like a sister. Plus, she had always been terrible at keeping secrets. She took a deep breath and decided to tell part of the truth. “Ok a few months back. Sam came over to talk and we had sex… but like animals. It was like I was someone else that night.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened. “Oh my god Ginge, you gotta give me the details! What happened?” Her voice was a mix of excitement and shock. Ginger felt a thrill run through her as she remembered the night she had transformed for the first time.

“It was just... intense. Sam was being sweet like always and… I couldn’t help myself. I just let my instincts take over and next thing I know, we’re tearing into each other like it’s the last night on earth.” Ginger paused, her eyes glazed over with the memory. The burn mark on her hand began to throb faintly.

“Wow, that’s so not like you. It’s about time you got some though. At least one of us anyway.” Brigitte said, popping another piece of popcorn in her mouth. The crunch was loud in the suddenly tense silence. Ginger inhaled hard as her senses heightened in the moment. Her heart beating so fast as she massaged the mark on her hand. “You just need something to bring out the slut in you.” Ginger said licking her lips.

Ginger’s mind raced as she felt a familiar tingle throughout her body. It wasn’t a full moon tonight but the beginning feeling of pain and pleasure grew stronger. “You know what? Maybe we should call it an early night.” She said, trying to change the subject. “Oh no you don’t! You finally spill the beans and talk about being a slut” Brigitte shook her head knowing something was up with her friend. “I fucking knew you had something up your sleeve. How did you do it? Lingerie? You’ve been practicing BJ’s on bananas? Spill!”

“Mmmm all of the above and more.” Ginger said, her voice trailing off. The burn on her hand was now a constant pulse, a gentle reminder of the power that lay dormant within her. Ginger’s nails began to grow longer and sharper, a hint of the transformation that was slowly taking over. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that tonight. “I fucking took his cock and squeezed every last drop of cum out of it. You should have heard how he screamed my name.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened further, her cheeks turning a darker shade of red. “Holy porno Batman, you never talk like this!” She leaned in, eager for every detail. Ginger couldn’t help but feel a thrill as she revealed her deepest secret. “I was just so wild, Brige. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It was like I had to have him, like my life depended on it. And after that, everything changed. He just couldn’t get enough of me. And I liked it.”

The room grew warmer, the tension thick as the scent of Ginger’s arousal filled the air. Her pulse quickened and her teeth grew sharper, Ginger enjoyed the feeling as she could smell her best friend’s excitement. She inhaled and closed her eyes as the animal within her took charge.

“It’s like I become someone else. Someone fierce, someone who knows exactly what she wants.” Ginger whispered, her eyes snapping open to reveal pupils dilated with desire. The TV flickered, the battle forgotten as the two friends locked eyes. “Someone who’s not afraid to take it,” she finished, her voice a seductive purr.

Before Brigitte could respond, Ginger leaned in, her sharp teeth grazing the soft flesh of Brigitte’s neck. She gasped, a mix of fear and arousal. Ginger’s grip tightened around her friend’s arm, the claw-like nails digging in slightly, leaving red marks. “What the hell, Gin?” she murmured, her heart racing.

Ginger clamped down as her fangs pierced her friends skin. Ginger closed her eyes as it felt so right to taste the flesh of her friend. Brigitte’s scream of surprise and pain woke Ginger from her trance as she pulled her teeth out and jumped back.

“Owww! That fucking hurt!” Brigitte exclaimed, pushing Ginger on her shoulder. Ginger’s eyes snapped back to normal, the painful throb in her hand subsiding. She looked tongued at her teeth, surprised to see them still human. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?” she asked, genuine concern lacing her voice.

Brigitte rubbed her neck, her eyes wide. “What the actual fuck, Ginge? Did you just bite me like a vampire?” She was more shocked than scared, looking at her friend like she’d just sprouted a second head. The two girls stared at each other, the air in the room heavy with confusion.

Ginger’s eyes grew wide with horror. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just felt... I don’t know, something strange.” She took a step back, her hands shaking as she tried to understand the sudden, uncontrollable urge she’d had.

Brigitte closed her eyes as she breathed in slowly, her hand still pressed against the spot where Ginger’s teeth had grazed her skin. “I-I think I should go home,” she stammered, her voice shaking. She grabbed her bag and coat, her movements jerky and unsure. “Ah, yeah, maybe that’s for the best,” Ginger said, her own voice trembling. She felt a pang of guilt and confusion at her actions, unsure of what had come over her.

As Brigitte moved towards the door, Ginger reached out to grab her arm gently. "Sorry again about this. Forgive me.” she whispered, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

“It’s okay. It just hurts.. a lot. So next time you want to get kinky with me… Warn me. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Brigitte replied, her voice quivering as she tried to put on a brave face. Ginger nodded, her mind racing as she watched her best friend leave, the door closing behind her with a finality that sent a shiver down her spine.

Alone now, Ginger took a deep breath and sank into the couch. Her heart was pounding, and she could still taste the coppery tang of Brigitte’s blood on her tongue. She stared at her hand, the burn mark now pulsing in rhythm with her racing heart. What was happening to her?

Brigitte went down the stairs and got into her car. The cold air outside was a stark contrast to the heat that was still burning through Ginger’s apartment. The pain in her neck was subsiding but the memory of Ginger’s teeth remained vivid in her mind. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of Ginger’s teeth sinking into her flesh, the sharpness of pain giving way to a weird sense of warmth.

Once home, she tossed her bag onto the chair and flopped onto her bed, still in shock. She touched the bitemarks on her neck, feeling the slightest hint of arousal. It was weird but she couldn’t help but think of it as some kind of strange foreplay. She lay there for a while, trying to process the events of the evening. Her thoughts were interrupted by the throbbing pain in her neck growing stronger, pulsing with each beat of her heart.

Her eyes grew heavy, and she felt a strange lethargy wash over her. Her body begged for sleep, and she gave in, drifting off into a fitful slumber filled with vivid dreams.

The next evening, Brigitte awoke to the harsh light of day streaming through her bedroom window. Her neck was sore, and she touched the bitemarks again, feeling the roughness of the scabbed skin. She sat up, the events of last night playing back in her mind like a surreal movie. She knew she had to talk to Ginger about it, but what was she going to say?

Ginger had been her best friend since they were kids. They had been through thick and thin together, sharing every secret and every awkward moment. But this was different. This was something she couldn’t just laugh off or pretend didn’t happen. This was something that could change everything between them.

Brigitte took a deep breath and stepped out of her apartment, the cold night air hitting her face like a slap. She hurried down the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. The thought of facing Ginger was terrifying, but she had to know. Was she okay? Was it some kind of weird kink she had stumbled into? Or was there something more?

When she arrived at Ginger's door, she paused, her hand hovering over the buzzer. What if Ginger had done it on purpose? What if she had some weird vampire fetish she hadn’t told her about? But she knew Ginger wasn’t like that. She was her best friend, her confidant. There had to be a reasonable explanation. With a determined nod to herself, she pressed the button and waited, her heart racing with anticipation.

The door swung open, and Ginger’s face fell when she saw Brigitte. "Oh, hey it’s not a good time tonight," she said, her voice shaky. "Sam and I have plans." Brigitte gave an annoyed look as she barged in. “Tough titties! We need to talk about this!” Brigitte angrily pointed to her bite.

As if on cue a knock on the door interrupted the tension. Ginger looked at the clock, surprised to see it was already 8 PM. She rushed to the door opening it. Sam was standing outside, looking as handsome as ever. “Tonight’s the night baby we are going to fuu oh hey Brigitte! You’re here too!” Sam said, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Brigitte, noticing the redness around her neck.

“You have to go Brigitte. It’s late we’ll talk tomorrow.” Ginger’s voice was firm but her eyes were filled with regret. “No fuck that! Sorry Sam but your girlfriend bit me last night. It was definitely sexual so… What the fuck?!” Brigitte’s voice grew louder as she stepped into the apartment, noticing the candles and rose petals scattered on the floor.

“Plus it’s like still hurting like a bitch! Do you have rabies or something?” In unison Ginger and Sam answered Brigitte. “Or something.” They exchanged a nervous glance as Sam stepped into the apartment, his smile fading as he realized her puncture marks.

Ginger felt the burn on her hand grow hotter, the transformation starting to take hold. She knew she had to tell her, but how could she explain something she didn’t fully understand herself? The room spun as her body began to shift, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady cocktail that made her knees weak. She leaned against the wall for support, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Too late to explain it.” Ginger whispered to herself, the transformation taking her over. Her body grew taut, muscles stretching and bones popping as she began to morph before their very eyes. Her skin shimmered and her eyes grew brighter, her short dull red hair lengthened and thickened into fiery waves that cascaded down her back. Her teeth grew sharp and her nails elongated into gleaming red claws.

Ginger moaned in pleasure as her breasts grew larger, the fabric of her shirt straining against the newfound weight. Her body was changing, and she could feel the power surging through her as her skin shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Her bra straps dug into her shoulders, a stark reminder of the human constraints that no longer applied to her. The burn on her hand had spread up her arm and across her chest, leaving a trail of fiery agony that only added to the exhilaration coursing through her veins.

Brigitte’s eyes widened in shock and pain as she watched Ginger’s transformation. The bitemarks on her neck burned like a brand, the pain searing through her body and bringing with it an unexpected arousal that made her knees buckle. She reached up to touch them, her hand shaking as she felt her own body begin to change. Her breasts swelled, pushing against the fabric of her sweater, and she could feel the weight of them in a way she never had before. Her skin grew warm, and she felt the sudden need to rip the fabric from her body.

Her eyes grew brighter, and she could see the room with a new clarity, as if the world had been painted in high definition. The colors were more vivid, and the sounds around her grew sharper. The scent of Sam’s aftershave filled the room, making her nostrils flare as she took in his musky scent. Her own body was responding in ways she had never felt before, and she knew that she too was becoming something more than human.

Brigitte’s transformation was more subtle but no less dramatic. Her once soft, plush figure grew taut and curved in all the right places. Her hips widened, and her waist narrowed, creating a figure that was both powerful and alluring. Her skin glowed with an inner fire, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. She had always felt self-conscious about her weight, but now she felt like she could take on the world.

Sam’s jaw dropped as he took in the scene before him. Two beautiful, powerful women, one his girlfriend and the other his girlfriend’s best friend, were standing before him, both of them oozing a sexuality that was almost palpable. His eyes darted between them, his body responding in a way that was almost painful. He could feel his cock swell in his pants, and he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching out and touching them.

Ginger’s transformation was complete, and she now stood before him in all her glory, her fiery red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of molten lava. Her eyes glowed with an inner fire that made him want to drop to his knees and worship her. And Brigitte, oh Brigitte, she looked like a goddess in the making, her skin a soft glow that made him want to trace every curve with his tongue.

Ginger growled “oh Sam life just keeps giving you gifts.”

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what if i-

best friend clears her whole schedule before she even reads where

-Love is your second nature, love is your language. Love! or whatever that one uquiz said about me

[5sospenguinqueen]

Bedtime Stories | Daniel Ricciardo x Author! Reader

Summary: For the past six years, you've been dreaming of a future with Daniel. Until one silly little interview shatters every illusion.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Baby fever. End of a relationship. Daniel bashing.

Female reader with various faceclaims. Takes place in the 2022 season.

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User 2 no, it's not an announcement. her best friend is currently pregnant and she was gushing about looking forward to aunty duties

User 3 omg her and daniel would make the cutest babies though

→ User 4 i bet she can't wait until they have their own mini-me

User 5 imagine our rom-com queen going from writing the cutest but filthiest fiction imaginable to writing about why you should eat your carrots

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User 6 i can't believe this man was talking about being in the height of his career when he's been nothing but a flop since leaving red bull

User 7 the way he's been stringing this poor woman along for 6 years, knowing how badly she wants children, to then decide in a random interview that he's never going to have kids because they would be a 'distraction'

User 8 fans spotted y/n running from the pits once she saw that daniel was safely done with racing

User 9 i fear we may be witnessing the downfall of something we once held sacred

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16•06•22

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fallontonight did you know @ YourUser Name was once chased by a kangaroo? find out how in tonight's episode of The Tonight Show 📚🦘

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YourUserName thanks for having me! ✨

User 11 excuse me, ma’am, reassess what

User 12 daniel has been absent from her last 3 posts

→ User 1 not even in the likes or comments

→ User 2 and he didn't even congratulate her on the recent book launch

→ User 3 ya’ll are reaching. he's busy racing. she's busy doing book promo. they still follow each other

User 4 anyone notice she didn't look as happy as she usually does

→ User 5 yes! and i swear she got teary when talking about her life plans 🥺

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YourUserName my happy place 🌊🐚🦀 Aug '22

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User 6 does this mean a new book is coming soon

→ User 7 girl, we’ve just had one. let the woman rest

→ YourUserName sorry, my lovelies but i don’t think i'm in the right headspace to being right a romance novel at this time

→ User 6 confirmation??!?!

→ User 7 we’re children of divorce

→ User 8 honestly fuck those two because i couldn’t have cared less about vroom vroom boys until mother started dating one and now i'm crying in class ‘cause they’re over

landonorris get that bread, queen 🍞

→ YourUserName who let you out of daycare

→ User 9 not y/n and lando interacting like she didn’t break his teammates heart

→ User 10 more like his teammate broke y/n’s heart. let's not make daniel out to be the victim here

kellypiquet p said get writing those children’s books so she can brag about aunty y/n to her friends

→ YourUserName my sweet girl. i saw the cutest dress the other day for her so I’ll pop round soon x

→ User 11 i love their friendship

→ User 12 get this woman a child. She’s too sweet to be stuck in cool aunt mode forever

User 13 anyone notice she didn't do her annual birthday post for daniel?

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04•09•22

User 14 no because the interviewer was so real for that. checo has a few children and he’s currently 2nd best. max is nowhere to be seen on the grid he's that far ahead and he makes sure p is his priority when she’s there so???

→ User 15 and the way he stormed out. i bet PR are sooo happy with him

User 16 nah because mclaren recently announced that they’re not extending his contract so he currently doesn't have his seat and doesn't have his y/n, all because he thought he was better than that

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danielricciardo yesterday was something. p17 wasn't the result we were expecting, and the media were a challenge but it's always a delight to be in Suzuka. Moving on to the Americas

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User 1 maybe if y/n was there, you wouldn't have done so badly

User 2 maybe if he had a baby waiting in the paddock he would’ve had more incentive to do better

mclaren we’ll get them next time 💪

User 3 letting mclaren and lando down

→ User 4 the real reason he and y/n broke up is because he has no wins. she should move onto lando or something

→ User 5 he’s way too young for her

→ User 4 they'd make a good looking couple tho

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19•10•22

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YourUserName thirty, flirty and thriving. please enjoy a small snippet of my 30th birthday, organised by my favourite girl. these are the nice moments before she plies me full of cocktails and i become the sloppiest person in monaco tagged: kellypiquet

kellypiquet any chance to celebrate you 🤍🤍

→ kellypiquet and an even better chance to drink the entire bar and force max to carry us home

→ maxverstappen1 i'm just glad i was able to pull you both out of the sea before you drowned

landonorris can't believe you tried (and failed) to stop us from gatecrashing

→ YourUserName it was an exclusive event, we don't let randos in

→ landonorris i know you're joking but it still hurts my feelings

maxverstappen1 happy birthday, sloppy. you don't look a day over 40

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Baby Fever Angst Series

[galedekarios]

what was i after all but a mortal plaything in sacred hands?

out of all the little glimpses into our companions' lives after the game events, i think i like this bit about shadowheart and gale, and the friendship they've seemingly retained after the game's events, the most:

Player: Tell me what you've been up to. Shadowheart: Wandering, mostly. The adventuring life is almost a tonic when you're not constantly threatened by brain monsters and cultists. I can finally see the world beyond the Cloister. Player: I thought you might crave a little peace and quiet, after all that happened. Shadowheart: Peace and quiet will still be there waiting once I've lived a little. Though don't get me wrong - I've got a little cottage with a garden and animals in mind already. Shadowheart: One of my first stops was the House of the Moon, in Waterdeep. It's the largest temple of Selûne in existence. Shadowheart: It seemed like the perfect spot to reflect on my parents, on where they came from - and where I came from too, I suppose. Shadowheart: Hard to imagine, isn't it? Me, of all people, in the lair of the 'Moon Witch' herself. Gods, your truest act of heroism was putting up with all that Sharran drivel I was spouting for so long. Player: Waterdeep you say? Did you bump into Gale? Shadowheart: We had tea on his balcony - Tara even deigned to sit on my lap for a while. You know, I think entire forests must have been felled to quench that man's thirst for books. Shadowheart: He seems to be doing well. In his element.

it's one of the few (if not the only) instance we have of companions keeping in touch with each other after the game ends and i love this for both for shadowheart and for gale.

both of their stories remind me of gale's early access line "what was i after all but a mortal plaything in sacred hands?" and i think they can understand and emphasise what the other went through before and during the game's events in ways the others simply cannot with the added layer of their abuser being a deity and their patron deity.

one taken from her family as a child, indoctrinated, weaponised and isolated, trying to take everything from her, but unable to erase the goodness of her heart. the other contacted by a god's chosen as a child, the very thing he loved for as long as he remembers governed and represented by her, the goddes who was first a mentor, then a teacher and finally a lover.

Shadowheart: Poor Gale. I hope he knows that a goddess abandoning him needn't be the end - I know from experience.

Gale: Poor Shadowheart. The gods are nothing if not vincdictive in their vengeance. devnote: Sympathetic - Gale feels the gods have also punished him

the idea of them helping each other, supporting each other to take another step towards healing old and new wounds through their shared understanding, is something i like a lot.

on a lighter note:

we know that gale values those he calls friends immensely and shadowheart does, despite her aloofness, crave connection, (re-)discovering who she is and what makes her her.

i like to imagine them sharing not only tea, but a glass of wine:

Gale: Sembian wine, Cormyrian ball, Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road. - Shadowheart: So Gale just consumes magical items like I do wine?

perhaps sharing the latest chapbook with her since he likely overheard wyll and shadowheart talking about 'the salty mermaid':

A chapbook was a short book which could contain about any content, from political opinions to crafting guides. In Waterdeep, chapbooks often contained memoirs or romantic stories. [x]

(thank you for reading my gale + shadowheart friendship propaganda post! 🖤)

[wildfloweronwheels]

A pit of nausea is boiling in my stomach today. It’s fury and fear and a sadness that sears to the bone. It swept in suddenly as I opened my phone to the news that three of Taylor Swift’s shows in Vienna, Austria have been cancelled by police due to the thwarting of a terrorist attack. Reading that sentence, I’m back in 2017, chest burning with horror and grief at the bomb that went off as young women danced and sang their hearts out with Ariana Grande. We know what attacks like this look like, we’ve felt them before, their echoes held in the minds and hearts of every live music fan across the world even now.

So, there is also relief swimming in the sick, that the police got to this in time. That they made the call that means thousands of people quite literally live to see another day. My head is spinning thinking about what could’ve been. Feeling for the fans, musicians and Taylor herself whose lives have orbited at least a little around the glittery nights they were promised. The friendship bracelets.  The cowboy boots. The glorious high of screaming ‘Fuck the patriarchy’ in a sold out stadium. The expectant hush that falls over things before the opening chords of a surprise song. The putting together of pieces in the mashups that follow. I know it’s just a concert; there’ll be more of them, we hope, but it’s also not…

It's yet more proof that we didn’t need, of an ugly truth, splashed in oozing neon. It rears its head all over the world in millions of foul devastating ways every single day and yet it still hurts every single time. The thing that most frightens men and boys is a woman succeeding. A woman living. A woman thriving. A woman feeling joy. Women gathering together in a communion of emotion that borders on the sacred, because it’s so rare in its safety and warmth.

 That’s how I would describe the nights I was privileged enough to spend at the Eras Tour earlier this year. A singular celebration of all a woman has made through her own blood, sweat and tears. A visual and musical experience underpinned by one of my favourite quotes ever from the glorious Carrie Fisher, “Take your broken heart, make it into art.” If you’re anything like me, it’s soundtracked your own.

We’ve watched that heart break and heal again and again. Blows dealt by men loitering in a girlhood they had no place in. By ill-fated romance, snuffed out because egos couldn’t bear the load or because two people just weren’t the right fit.  By calculated campaigns designed to distort an image, dismantle a reputation and lay ruin to a legacy. And yet she’s here. And so are we. Women, I mean. Again and again we resist. We persist. We insist.

Our joy is not yours to steal. Our lives are not yours to threaten. We will keep finding it. Rising. Screaming. Teaching the boys and men around us to be better. Defying. Demanding. Deciding. I’m not interested in what you think about Taylor Swift’s music or her privilege, a financial sheen that I remind you protects from no bullet or harm being done to you or innoc ent people, in your name.  In fact, it invites it. Over and over again. But I am interested in how you talk about this moment. Right now. The one that almost happened but didn’t. It’s a sliding door so what are we going to make sure waits on the other side of it?

[spidernerdsblog]

It's always you

A/N : This lovely concept was @starlight-starks idea ❤️ Hope you guys like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : Peter has skipped your fourth weekly movie night and you aren't very happy about it.

Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, mutual pining

Your phone pings with a text message, thinking it must be Peter you eagerly reach for it to let out a disappointed sigh when you read the text.

Gwen wants me to help her with the robotics project. Raincheck?

Sure. You type back.

Sorry, I know it was our weekly movie night.

Yeah the fourth movie night in a row to be exact as you look at the large popcorn bowl sitting on the coffee table you had prepared and he chose to ditch you again.

Don’t worry I’ll be fine. Goodluck with the project 👍 you reply.

I’ll make it up to you. I promise :)

You read his text and lock your phone before tossing it to the side on the couch. Grabbing the tv remote you scroll through the wide selection of movies, choosing one in random you press play. You then pick up the popcorn bowl and start munching on them all alone in your apartment. The sound of the movie playing drones in the background as you get lost in your own thoughts.  

You and Peter were slowly growing apart, the niggling worry has been eating you up from the inside lately.  And you knew if you had voiced your worries to Peter he would have clearly dismissed you saying you’re being silly. 

But you needed that reassurance from him even more now because you were aware of the little crush he had on Gwen. You didn’t want to appear as a jealous friend but the more they got closer the more insecure you felt. 

It is childish, you know, to cling to the pact you made when you were in middle school that whatever happens you will make time for each other. And these weekly movie nights were a sacred part of your friendship which you weren’t ready to give up for anyone. Hell you didn’t want to share him with anyone.

You stopped eating surprised at your own thoughts. Where did that come from? You wondered.

****

Saturday night there was a party at the Greek row. One of Harry’s frat brothers was celebrating his birthday so you and Peter were invited as well. After a few rounds of drinking and dancing you were all gathered around the couch playing truth or dare. Harry spins the bottle and it stops at you.

“Y/N it’s your turn. Truth or dare?” He waggles his eyebrows.

“Truth.” You declare.

“Boo boring!”

“I’m too drunk and I don’t trust you so much with your dares Mr. Osborn.” 

“You wound me Y/N.” Harry clutches his chest dramatically, appearing to be in pain. He then thinks for a second and asks. “Ok, the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

“Hmmm well…” You think of an answer before replying. “Don’t worry about me, I'm fine.”

“Don’t we all say that?” Carin agrees sitting beside you.

“You know when we say I’m fine we're denying our true feelings and experiences; we're hoping to convince ourselves and others that everything really is okay.” Brody the tall and muscled quarterback of the football team adds in.

“Oh here we go.” Harry rolls his eyes.

“No, no it’s true we pretend to be fine to avoid conflicts.” Brody goes on. “Sharing our true feelings or opinions might cause someone to get angry with us and that's scary or at least uncomfortable.”

“Y/N this is your fault.” Harry scowls at you.

“What did I do?” You giggle.

“You know Brody turns into a psychology nerd when he is drunk.” 

“Well I think you need it even more given the fact you’re always running away from your problems.” You snicker and Harry gives you the finger.

Amidst all of your banter Peter’s mind was stuck on what you said as he tried to recall the number of times you’ve said those exact words to him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he startled when you snapped your fingers in front of him.

“Yo earth to Peter. You okay?”

“Yea..yeah.” Guilt washed over him anew as he looked at your smiling face. He had let you down but you never once complained or stayed mad at him. He had to make it up to you as soon as possible.

***

Next day after your classes ended for the day you are walking out of the university campus when you hear Peter call out your name.

“Y/N wait!” you turn around to see him running towards you. He stops in front of you panting, handing you a white envelope.

“What is this?” you frown pulling out a paper from inside it. 

VALID FOR ONE

One Full Day of Fun with your BFF.

Redeem by : Anytime   Expires : Never

You looked up at him cluelessly.

“This is a free coupon to a fun day with your best friend,” He explains, pointing a finger at himself.

“What?” You giggle with your brows raised in amusement.

“I know I’ve been a very bad friend lately.” Peter goes serious. “and I want to make it up to you.”

“That isn’t necessary Peter.” Your expression turns soft.

“Ah ah nothing of that. Tomorrow we do whatever you want.” He states.

“Well I’ve been meaning to visit this vintage bookstore I found online. We could go there I suppose.” You shrug.

“Ok done! Gotta go now, Psych class. See you tomorrow.” He drops a kiss on your cheek and runs back to the science building as you stand in your place trying to piece together everything that happened.

****

The doorbell chimes and you rush to open the door excitedly. Peter stands at the threshold with his hands in his pockets. His face lights up as soon as he sees you.

“Hey.” 

“Hi..” You smile.

“You look pretty.” He observes. 

“Thanks.” You blush, tucking your hair behind your ear. You had taken a considerable amount of time to decide what to wear today as if it was a date because honestly it felt like one. Finally you had chosen a pale pink knit sweater, blue jeans and ankle boots.

Together you walk towards the subway station and board a train. There are no empty seats so you stand at an empty corner. And like always Peter stands in front of you like a protective wall caging you with his body from the crowd of passengers. Your bodies pressed together as Peter peers down at you smiling and you smile back feeling a giddiness inside your stomach.

Twenty minutes later you get off the train and begin walking along the sidewalk. The map showed the shop was just around the corner of the street. So it was as you stood in front of a small antique bookstore.

The bell chimes overhead as you push the door open. The scent of old books hits you as your eyes take in the cozy interior of the shop. Tall wooden shelves lined with stacks of books illuminated by the soft glow of the yellow lights overhead and you thought you’ve gone to heaven.

You run your fingers through the spines of the books; some are leatherbound with their beautiful gold detailings still intact.

“OH MY GOD!! Look at this!” You hear Peter squeal excitedly from the other side. “This is the original Lord of the rings book set from the time it was first published and it has the author’s signature too!” 

You laugh seeing Peter’s face light up like a child on a christmas morning.

“This place is so cool!” He announces.

“I know right?” you say smugly.

“You kids find anything you like?” An old man emerges from the back of the shop.

“Yes, how much for this book set?” Peter asks.

“That will be $130.” He answers. Peter’s face falls hearing the price.

“Oh I don’t have that much at the moment.” 

You would have lent him a few bucks if you could but after paying rent and your monthly supplies you were as broke as him.

“It’s ok we can come back for it later.” You rub up and down his arm soothingly.

“I say what boy you give me $20 for now I’ll hold that book for you until you pay the full amount.” he proposes.

“You would do that?” Peter’s expression turns hopeful.

“Yeah why not? You seem to really want that.” He chuckles.

“Thank you.” Peter says bashfully.

After paying the old man you took a stroll through the central park eating your favorite ice creams before catching a subway back to your home.

As soon as you got into your apartment Peter had quickly changed into his spare clothes he kept at your place due to the amount of time he stays overnight. 

You walk out of your room changing into your comfy pajamas and stop at the doorway to watch Peter in the kitchen heating some popcorn to eat while watching the movie you had chosen.

Peter feels your eyes on you and looks up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing, it's just been awhile seeing you in my apartment.” You say plopping down on the couch as you lean forward to grab the remote from the coffee table to switch on the tv.

Peter carries the bowl of popcorn and places it on the table and sits down beside you. “Hey” He reaches to take your hands in his. “I’m sorry for bailing on you all those times. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It’s ok, Peter.” You lovingly cup the side of his face. “Besides being spiderman you’ve your own life too. I can't monopolize all your time.”

“Don’t you even think of that.” His expression turns serious as he holds your hand a little tighter. “You will always come first to me no matter what.”

“Aww I’m honored Parker.” You joke trying to lighten the mood.

“I mean it Y/N.” He says unamused.

“Ok, ok tiger calm down. You’re important to me too Peter now can we start watching the movie?” He nods and leans back, getting comfortable on the couch as you press play.

The movie starts and you sidle closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder putting a throw blanket around yourselves.

By the time the movie ends you were fast asleep all cuddled up against him. Peter looks down at your face so calm and beautiful. You let out a small sigh and snuggle closer to him. 

Peter smiles and reaches to brush off a strand of your hair falling over your face. On many occasions during a movie night you both have ended up cuddling together but somehow today it feels a lot more intimate. You in his arms feel so right as if you belong to him and he belongs to you.

It feels like home.

He has been keeping a secret from you and that was one of the reasons he bailed out those few nights. He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. And he was scared that if he were alone with you he would act out on those feelings. And what if you didn’t feel the same for him? 

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[loveandleases]

(Just a birthday post for our icy neighbor. (G's birthday was Feb. 14 , late post but it's here. ) Below the cut~)

G looks out through the glass window of the cafe. Watching how the rain cascades down. They look along the Chicago streets. Some that where bustling just minutes ago. Now only a few stragglers are braving the harshness of the rain. They catch a glimpse of the woman running to get to her car, nestling a small dog under her arm. One who clearly is going to need a good dry off when they get back home.

They fight the urge to wave at the little pup as it stares at G. A habit they have had since they were young, now one that is almost ingrained into them thanks to working with animals all day.

They crinkle their nose, taking in the scent of the cafe. The warm baked goods and various flavors of coffee being made. The cafe wasn’t overly crowded, a handful of people just loafing about. Biding their time until the storm begins to die down.

They haven’t been to this cafe in years. Not since their college days. Days when they would be sitting across from two people very dear to them. It had become routine, to visit on the way to classes, even becoming such a frequent spot to visit that they would begin to do so even on the weekends.

G is pulled from their thoughts when they hear the sound of a cup being placed in front of them. They look up to see an old woman, one they had seen many times before. Smiling at them with a crooked grin on their face. They nod to the cup and G follows their gaze.

“Dark roast, one sugar. No more no less, correct?” She looks at G knowingly, taking in their questioning gaze. “Your usual.”

Then it registers. Their usual, from those years ago. The same drink they would order when waiting for Cam or for…. G nods. “Thank you, that is my usual. However, I didn’t order anything.” The old woman smacks G on the back, bellowing a deep laugh. One they remember fondly, back in those days when they would be arguing over exams, studying far too hard. When Cam would steal their cookie. The one cookie they ordered to reward themselves for nights of studying. Every fucking time.

The old woman points back to the counter. Where a tall redhead was holding a small brown bag and two cups of coffee. Two cups?

“He ordered it for you. Said it was a birthday present. Happy birthday by the way, don’t even try to pay, think of it as a gift for all the business you three used to bring in here.” She smiles fondly to G then back to Cam who was now making his way over to the small table that G had very briefly thought of as their own little place of solitude in the cafe.

“Hey birthday -” “What do you want?”

Cam furrows his brows, blowing a breath before taking a foot to yank a chair out and flop into it. Laying the bag and coffee on the table. “Last time I checked hotshot, it was your birthday. Forgive me for ruining this sacred day with well wishes. I suppose that means you don’t want the old birthday song too then?” He crosses his arms, waving a hand to the bag and then to G.

“Cam, how did you find me exactly? I was supposed to be at work.” G grabs the brown paper bag, rolling the sides down to look at whats inside. While part of him shouldn’t be surprised at the little cake inside, with red frosting and a little candle on top. Yet part of them is surprised to see it, if they didn’t know better they could have sworn it looked similar to one that someone had made them years ago.

“Thought the colors worked for the day and all. Happy birthday hotshot. Well wishes and all that. Really couldn’t have been born on a worse day. The amount of couples celebrating today and you sitting here with me no less.” Cam reaches for G’s coffee, yanking it close to him and taking a swig. Then coughing at the bitterness. “Shit, you still drink this crap?”

G can’t help but smile at their old friend, now taking a large gulp from one of the paper cups in front of them. While some things have changed since then, it was nice to see that this friendship was as dysfunctional as it ever was. Still one of the few relationships that they held so dear.

They clear their throat catching Cam’s attention. G nods to them then takes the cake out. “Thanks Cam. I wasn’t planning on even celebrating.” The two lock eyes, several years of friendship between them. No longer trying to figure out how to enjoy the silence and forcing a conversation just to fill the void. After a couple years they were finally able to just come to terms that it was no longer the three of them. Now just a duo, like when their friendship just began.

“They’re not here. If that’s what your worried about.” G stops fiddling with the candle on the cake, something they didn’t even realize they were doing until they see Cam watching their movement.

“I didn’t think they were.” “Really? Then why do you look so tense.” Cam makes a move to rake some of the icing off the cake only for G to swat their hand away. G turns slightly, the baked good cradled in their hands as if it were some precious thing that would be tarnished once Cam had placed his hands upon it. “When did i-” “When you saw I had two cups. I noticed the minute you looked at me. They’re busy getting settled in.”

Wonder if it’s like the house we stayed in that weekend. Wait….what am I thinking? No G, this is the last thing you need to be thinking about today. The very fucking last.

G nods, making sure to keep their face blank. Not wanting to let Cam see just how okay they’re pretending to be.

Cam places a hand on the table, standing ever so slightly just to give themselves more reach as they take another swipe for the cake. “You’re really not going to ask?”

“Will you stop? Hell, does this look like your birthday cake? Does it?”

That breaks the red head, who is now bursting with laughter. Yeah, something really never change. This in turn makes G begin to laugh as well. Something they don’t do much of anymore. Once it settles down, they then close their eyes to make a wish on the cake, before removing the candle and taking a bite.

“Do you really not want to know?” Cam breaks the silence, watching his friend enjoy the one small gift he knew they would accept for their birthday.

G turns to look back out the window to their left. Gloomy day, sad for those couples and friends who plan on celebrating Valentines Day together. Though maybe no more sad than them, pretending that what’s going on doesn’t affect them in some way.

Their dark eyes trail over to Cam, who is watching them intently, sipping on his coffee. “Fine then, I’ll bite.”

“Chris.” Cam clears his throat, never easy for them to hide the disdain in their voice for their sibling. “I don’t really know how to start, so I’m just going to say it.”

G crinkles their brows, laying their cake down and crossing their hands along the table top leaning a bit closer. Yeah, it’s too late to hide their interest now.

“Chris and Jade were having an affair.”

Their sister and their fiance? Since when, are they alright, where are they? G’s thoughts were running, trying to make the situation make sense. Yet that was something no one could really make sense of, a betrayal so close.

“Are th-” “They’re staying with me at the moment,” Cam continues. “That’s what I meant by their settling in. I’m sure they would have wanted to see you for your birthday if they could but..” G waves off the thought, they hadn’t seen each other in awhile now. They wouldn’t expect them to see them now after this amount of time, after everything in their lives is falling around them. Cam sighs, “Chris kept the dog.” “What!?” “Inside voice hotshot.” Cam jests.

G kicks at Cam under the table, content when they hear him oof and begin to rub at their knee. “Fine, what?” They say quieter.

“They kept the dog, the apartment. It’s all a shit show. Thought you should hear about it. I know it’s not the best news on your birthday.” “Are they...are they alright?”

How long has passed since they asked the question aloud? Did their voice sound off, because it felt it. It felt like it took everything in them to ask. But they wanted to know, needed to even. Cam nods slightly. “They will be.” He goes to stand, picking up the cups. His eyes picking up on the bouquet of flowers on the chair next to G. “Cute.” Cam jokes.

G had completely forgot the flowers, the fact they were even there to begin with. Their hand goes to cover them. They cough slightly, trying to think of what to say, yet choosing nothing. They wonder which is worse. “Thanks for, for everything. I’ll text you soon. Wait what do I owe you for the cake?”

For a brief second Cam wonders if they should tell them who it’s from. Who sat up making them the previous night, who argued with him that it had to be Red Velvet because that was G’s favorite. “Nothing, it’s homemade. Happy Birthday.” They watch as Cam leaves, headed down the street yanking their coat up around their ears, not bothering to cover their red hair. G looks to the cake, taking another bite. Homemade huh? Wait, Cam can’t bake...

They pull back, looking over the cake, the bright frosting, the deep coloring of the cake itself. It hit’s them, slowly overtime. Someone made this just for them, even through all the shit Chris and Jade is putting them through. Their favorite cake, on their birthday no less. They can’t help but smile slightly, much to their own annoyance, not even hearing the notification from their phone. Happy Birthday indeed.

[natsvenom]

Lost & Found | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: You're a part of the Salvatore family, and your life changes completely when a girl named Katherine enters your life, turning you and your brothers into vampires.

WARNINGS: death, murder, violence, and abuse.

It was December 1st, 1847, when you were born and you had two older brothers, Stefan and Damon. When you were young, your father was always kind to you, he bought you toys and treated you like any father should treat their daughter, but when you turned 10, something changed, he was no longer the father you knew and his love for you turned into hatred. When you turned 15, you found out you weren’t your father’s daughter and that your mother had cheated on your dad with another man. You had no idea who this man was, and you weren’t sure you wanted to find out.

When you turned 16, a girl named Katherine entered your and your brother’s lives. Stefan and Damon were obsessed with her and she had become a close friend of yours. You shared secrets with her that even your brothers didn’t know, like how your mother cheated on your father, and she helped you find your birth father. She became much more intrigued with you when she found out the truth, that you were a witch.

Your father had come from a long line of witches, specifically from a coven called the Gemini Coven. They weren’t like regular witches, they had to siphon magic from other magic-made things to get power. Katherine didn’t know much about siphoners, so she assumed you were born to be a weaker witch, but she was oh so wrong. Katherine had told you this information and you had thought she was crazy, so, in return for your secret, she told you one of hers. She was a vampire.

She got you in touch with her trusted maid, Emily Bennett. Emily was an extremely powerful witch, and she had a lot to teach you, but unfortunately, she couldn’t teach you much about your heritage, as she was just as unfamiliar with the Gemini Coven as you were. Emily had taught you a lot about her heritage, and the history of witches. Most of the spells you had learned were Bennett spells.

It was sometime in September, you were getting ready to go out, and Emily was going to teach you something new today. You were excited, the things Emily had to teach you were wonderful. You learned something new almost every day, and each time was just as exciting as the last.

A soft knock on your door caused you to stop brushing out your curls. You looked over to the door, “Come in!” You called out. Katherine had entered your room, her beautiful dress catching your eye.

“Your dress is lovely, Kat.” You complimented, sending your friend a soft smile.

“Thank you. Would you like some help with yours?” She offered, noticing you had yet to tie the back of your corset.

“If you don’t mind.” You said. She walked over, her every move graceful. You felt the tug of the lace pulling tightly, causing you to suck in your stomach. Katherine watched you intently through the mirror, almost, just almost, feeling guilty for what she was about to do.

“You know, our friendship, it’s sacred to me,” Katherine professed, tying the back of your corset into a beautiful bow, “I’ve told you secrets, things that I haven’t told anyone, including your brothers.”

“I agree, our friendship is very important to me as well.” You smiled at her, watching her through the mirror.

Katherine sighed, “Which is why it almost pains me to have to do this to you.” Your smile dropped as you saw Katherine’s face change into its monstrous form, purple veins forming under her eyes and her fangs coming out. You gasped as she sunk her teeth into your neck, draining the blood from your body.

Katherine let your body fall limp to the floor, two holes punctured into the junction of your neck. One secret Katherine hadn’t told you, was that every day since you’d become friends, she spiked everything you drank with her blood, just in case anything ever happened to you. What was the point of keeping friends if they weren’t going to live forever? In her own twisted way, Katherine cared about you, you might’ve even been one of her best friends.

When you awoke, you were in some sort of cabin by the river. You walked out into the day, your head throbbing as the heat from the sun hit you. You saw Stefan standing on his own, Damon was nowhere in sight.

You walked over to Stefan, “Stef? What’s going on?” You asked. He turned around, and that was when you saw it, the blood dripping down his face and staining his shirt. You gasped, slapping your hand over your mouth.

He didn’t look ashamed of what he had become he looked proud, “You need to feed.” Stefan said, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you over to some random girl who was standing by a bench. You didn’t want this, you wanted to stay a witch, but you knew it was too late. You couldn’t be a witch and a vampire and you were already in transition.

“No.” You said, shaking your head, trying to resist the blood.

“You’ll die if you don’t and I’m not gonna let you die,” Stefan said, shoving you against the poor girl who had two holes in her neck, just like you had when Katherine killed you. The blood got on your lips, and you knew then, that there was no turning back. You sunk your fangs into her neck, draining the girl of every ounce of blood in her body. It was the best thing you had ever tasted. You became addicted to it as soon as you got a taste for it, it was like heroin for a drug addict.

As soon as the girl’s body fell to the ground, you found yourself being filled with an intense amount of guilt. Tears stung the corners of your eyes. Had you really just killed this innocent girl?

Stefan grabbed your shoulders, “It’s okay, everything going to be okay.” You shook your head, sobs echoing through the darkness that had taken over the sky.

“No! Stefan, none of this is okay! I’m a monster!” You cried, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle your cries.

And so it began, the day you became a killer.

[aifanfictions]

do a story about (y/n) who is the sister of Nanami from Kamisama Hajimemashita. (y/n) is the one who becomes a human god instead of Nanami and they both fo live at the shrine. Tomoe finds (y/n)'s strong will to become as good of a human god as possible endearing and possibly cute. Tomoe slowly falls in love with (y/n) and vows to her that he'll forever protect her and stay by her side, no matter what happens.

Bound by Love

The Mikage Shrine stood in serene solitude, its grounds bathed in the soft hues of twilight. As (Y/N) sat alone in the shrine's peaceful garden, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It was moments like these when she found solace in the tranquil beauty of her surroundings.

Unexpectedly, the quietude was broken by the arrival of Tomoe, the familiar fox spirit who served the shrine. He had a reputation for his gruff exterior and sharp remarks, but there was something about him that (Y/N) found intriguing.

"(Y/N), what are you doing out here all alone?" Tomoe grumbled, his crimson eyes sweeping the garden as if searching for potential dangers.

With a soft smile, she patted the space beside her. "Just enjoying the serenity of the shrine, Tomoe. It's a rare moment of peace."

Reluctantly, Tomoe took a seat beside her, his posture still tense. "Nanami is quite fortunate to have such a dedicated sister," he remarked, his voice softened.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Tomoe. That means a lot."

As the two sat side by side, they found themselves drawn into an easy conversation. Tomoe shared tales of his centuries of service at the shrine, revealing a side of himself that was rarely seen—a fox spirit with a wealth of experiences and wisdom.

Over time, (Y/N) and Tomoe's interactions became a daily routine. Whether it was tending to the garden, preparing offerings, or exchanging playful banter, their bond deepened. Tomoe's gruffness only seemed to add to his charm in (Y/N)'s eyes.

One crisp evening, as they stood together in the shrine's courtyard, (Y/N) looked up at the starry sky. "Tomoe, do you ever wonder about the future? About what might happen to the shrine, to Nanami, and to us?"

Tomoe turned his gaze toward her, his crimson eyes filled with a flicker of curiosity. "I try not to dwell on such matters, (Y/N). Life is unpredictable, especially in our world."

She nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on a distant star. "I want to be the best human god I can be, for Nanami's sake and for the shrine's sake. I want to protect them both, just like you do."

Tomoe watched her with a newfound warmth in his eyes. "(Y/N), I promise you this: no matter what challenges we face, no matter what dangers lurk in the shadows, I will be by your side, protecting you and the shrine. You have my word."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Tomoe. I know I can always count on you."

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Tomoe and (Y/N)'s bond continued to grow. Tomoe's feelings for her deepened, and he couldn't deny that he had fallen in love with the human girl who had become such an integral part of his life.

One evening, beneath the starlit sky that held countless secrets and stories, Tomoe couldn't contain his emotions any longer. He took (Y/N)'s hand in his, and his crimson eyes bore into hers.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, "there's something I need to tell you. I've come to realize that my feelings for you go beyond friendship or duty. I... I love you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s heart soared at his confession, and she felt a warmth enveloping her. Her cheeks flushed as she whispered in response, "Tomoe, I love you too."

In that magical moment, beneath the starry heavens and within the sacred grounds of the Mikage Shrine, Tomoe and (Y/N) sealed their love with a kiss. It was a kiss filled with promises of a future together, of unwavering devotion, and of a love that had blossomed amidst the tranquility of a shrine but was destined to flourish in the world beyond.

Their love story, born in the quietude of the shrine, had become a beautiful and enduring romance—one that held all the warmth and enchantment of the serene Mikage Shrine itself. And in each other's arms, they found the true meaning of love and happiness.

As days turned into weeks, Tomoe and (Y/N)'s love continued to blossom, unhindered by the challenges and adventures that lay ahead. While they cherished their time at the Mikage Shrine, they couldn't ignore the pull of the world beyond.

One sunny morning, (Y/N) approached Tomoe with a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Tomoe, how would you like to accompany me on a journey beyond the shrine? I've always dreamt of exploring the world and helping those in need."

Tomoe raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her proposal. "And what would be the purpose of this journey, (Y/N)?"

She smiled, her determination shining through. "To spread kindness, love, and goodwill, just as we do at the shrine. I believe there are countless people out there who could use our help."

Tomoe couldn't deny the sincerity in her words, and after a moment of consideration, he nodded. "Very well, (Y/N). I shall accompany you on your journey, and we will face whatever challenges lie ahead together."

Their travels took them to bustling towns and remote villages, where they encountered people from all walks of life. (Y/N)'s innate compassion and Tomoe's protective instincts made them a formidable team. They healed the sick, aided the needy, and brought hope to those who had lost it.

During their journey, Tomoe found himself falling in love with (Y/N) all over again. He admired her unwavering dedication to helping others, her boundless kindness, and her radiant smile that could brighten even the darkest of days.

One evening, as they sat by a campfire beneath a star-studded sky, Tomoe couldn't contain his feelings any longer. He turned to (Y/N), his eyes filled with affection. "You know, (Y/N), I've come to realize that I love you more with each passing day. Your kindness, your strength, and your heart inspire me."

(Y/N)'s cheeks flushed, and she smiled warmly at him. "Tomoe, I feel the same way. I love you more than words can express."

In the soft glow of the campfire, they sealed their love with a tender kiss, reaffirming their commitment to each other and to the world they had set out to make a better place.

Their journey continued for many years, filled with adventures, challenges, and unforgettable moments. Together, they made the world a better place, leaving a trail of kindness and hope wherever they went.

But as time passed, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Tomoe. He had become more open, more expressive of his feelings, and more willing to embrace the joys of life beyond their duties at the shrine.

One crisp autumn day, as they walked hand in hand through a golden forest, (Y/N) couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tomoe, you've changed so much since we started this journey. You've become more... human."

Tomoe chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored the autumn hues around them. "I suppose I have, (Y/N). Being with you has shown me the beauty of the human experience—the capacity to love, to hope, and to cherish every moment."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "And I've loved every moment we've spent together, Tomoe."

They continued their walk, the fallen leaves crunching beneath their feet. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a gentle twilight, Tomoe stopped and turned to (Y/N).

"(Y/N), there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time," he began, his voice filled with a vulnerability he had rarely shown before.

(Y/N) looked at him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Tomoe?"

He took a deep breath, his crimson eyes locked onto hers. "Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Will you become my partner for all eternity?"

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she nodded, her heart overflowing with joy. "Yes, Tomoe, a thousand times yes."

In that magical twilight, amidst the rustling leaves and the soft glow of the setting sun, Tomoe and (Y/N) embraced, sealing their love and their promise to spend eternity together.

Their love story, which had begun in the quietude of the Mikage Shrine, had taken them on a journey beyond its sacred grounds—a journey filled with love, kindness, and adventure. And as they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, they knew that their love was a bond that could withstand any challenge, endure any hardship, and shine as brightly as the sun setting over a world they had helped make better.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[beaniebeensbaby201]

Neteyam x enemies to lovers Omotacaya reader

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK

Summary; Reader and Neteyam's parents don't get along. Her father doesn't like Jake as he has known him since he was working with the enemy. He had been holding a grudge since he had been using them. So Neteyam and the reader have to sneak around in order to be together without getting caught by their parents.

Neteyam is 19, and reader is 18

The sun was beginning to set as Neteyam's parents were setting the kids ready for bed. Neteyam waited for his family to fall asleep so he could see her. He knew the risks if both of their parents found out they were together.

Their parents didn't get along, as their fathers would always butt heads together. Her father was a warrior, he was forced to listen to his fathers orders as he was the Olo'eyktan, and Toruk Macto.

Her father was jealous, as he was just a mighty warrior that fought alongside Taruk Macto. The young couple would always meet by the bioluminescent river, just a little aways from the Sacred tree. They were almost twenty years old.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up." The young Na'vi girl teased.

The boy just smirked as he yanked her tail lightly as he sat down next to her on a log.

Her blue skin glowed from the river, her face littered with white spots that looked like stars. She respected his family, unlike her parents they did not like the Sully's.

"I wish our parents didn't have us involved in their feud." The girl lays her head on the boy's shoulder.

"It's not fair to us, I mean they'll want to know who we're going to mate with. Tomorrow is our ceremony, we get to make the bow from the hometree and we get to choose our mates for life. But my parents already gave me the 'do not choose the Sully Boy', talk." She air quotes, and her voice depends to mock her father.

"It is our lives, our choice. I see you, and only you. We've been hiding this from our parents for two years, my siblings have been a great help with lying for me, so I didn't get caught. You and Kiri have a strong bond, a friendship that not even our parents can destroy. You and Lo'ak are the best hunters, and you are my right hand woman. You're the only one I want to be my Tsahik." Y/n starts to tear up as her face hides in his neck as she sobs.

"Why can't my father accept the fact that he will never be a Olo'eyktan?" Neteyam says nothing as he pushes a chunk of hair behind her ears.

He loved seeing her hair out of there usual braids, as she had that natural curl from them. She would have her hair down at night, as she likes to do different braids every day.

Y/n's younger sister who was only two years younger was searching for her as their parents were looking for her.

"Y/n!" The couple quickly looked at each other when they heard a voice shout for her name.

"Is that y/s/n?" She whispers, looking at the forest trying to spot a shadow of her sister.

"Neteyam!" The two quickly got up and started to run.

Their families were searching for them, only for the couple to bump into something, or more like someone.

"C'mon lemur boy!" Y/n shouted as Neteyam was falling behind as they jumped in the trees.

"Seriously?" He calls out as she calls him by his nickname.

But they continued to run, only for them to stop when they were caught.

"How many times do we have to tell you that you can not be together?" Jake scolds, the only thing that both parties agreed on.

"With all due respect sir, this is my father's doing. He can not except the fact that he is not Taruk Macto, or that you were a human that is now the leader. He's jealous and can't get it over his head." Jake tries not to smile, as he goes wide eyed. But her father held anger in his eyes, if looks could kill she'd run as far as she could if she wanted to.

"We have decided who we chose to mate with. We're in love with each other mother, I love him. He loves me." Y/n grabs Neteyam's hand, as he gives her a proud smile.

"I will be a Sully, take his last name. Learn to be a Tsahik, you can not take this away from me mother, father." She looks between both of her parents.

"Jake is the only one who could accept it, wanting to bring peace. All you want is to hate him. I will always choose Neteyam, no matter how hard you threaten, or try to keep me away from him." Her father sighs as Jake places a hand on the shorter Na'Vi's shoulder. She looked up at him and he had a look of pride on his face.

"We can't keep them from each other y/f/n. This has to end, make a Truce, you can't hold this grudge forever." Y/n's mother spoke, the two women were standing near each other.

The father continues to stay silent, as the family stares at him for a response.

He walks away, he was mad at the fact that his daughter had chosen a boy that she was told not to fall for. He knew he would lose, as she was stubborn. Y/n turns to Neteyam and places her lips against his. She wraps her arms around his neck as he places his hands on her waist.

"I love you Neteyam." She whispers, they were alone as they left them by themselves.

The two young Na'Vi's no longer have to hide their love.

[kamiko1234]

Alright just got to chapter ten of The Lightning Thief and I have more thoughts.

So, first off : I stay firmly rooted in my opinion that Luke is great. I love him, I bet his hugs are great. He and Percy have a cool brotherly sort of friendship going on. Ngl ? Percy and Luke found family sounds GREAT to me. God knows that poor boy (Percy) could use someone like him (Luke) to look after him. (Sadly with Percy going off with Annabeth and Grover now it seems we'll see less of him, which is a crime imo. Give me my wholesome older bro character. Hope dies last tho, so I'll just hope I can get more of him over the course of the book and the rest of the series !) But also, the hint with his quest ? Naw that backstory is going to be SAD, my poor baby. I will cry over him. I may have only known him for a few chapters but damn, he's my favorite. Offical favorite. Like he deserves for radiating the biggest Teedy bear, Big Bro, Green Flag vibes in the entier series besides our beloved MC Percy. Second off, uh- the gods are sort of dicks ? Like, you are telling me that Poseidon was just A-okay with abandoning Percy for all his life and ONLY claimed him bc he needed him ???? Not cool ! But also, the implications of this ???? And the fact that apparently Percy is being send out on a quest at- what ? 12 ? 13 ? That is NOT safe, and the gods are apparently fine with it too ?????? Not to MENTION what happened with that Thalia girl !? Honestly, the fact that Zeus broke that sacred oath first did not surprise me, but also Hades wtf ?????? That's an innocent kid ! She isn't at fault here you idiot. That entier sittuation is some A+ child neglect and endangerment aswell as what I gotta assume attempted murder, someone call CPS on those guys or I will do it myself. What a bunch of a-holes. On a third note, so the prophecy said that Percy would be betrayed by a friend. Which means I gotta scrap my previous suspicions of Clarisse or any Ares kid, they and Percy are NOT friends. My next best guess would be Annabeth. She's the next best friend of Percy, and she's on the quest with him which would give us good opportunities. She DID seem weirdly enthusiastic to go on a live threatening quest.

Not to mention that Annabeth is a child of Athena, and it was stated that she (Athena) has a rivalry with Poseidon going on. Maybe Athena's in on the plot to steal the Master Bolt and frame Poseidon due to a grudge from that, and Annabeth as her kid acts on her behalf.

But also, she's like- the only one I can reasonably imagine doing it. Besides here Percy has like, two other friends. Grover and Luke. Grover is the ultimate dork, but also has more than enough motives to specifically STAY loyal. Besides the obvious thing of getting his license, he's been Percy's oldest friend at that point. he cares for him. As for Luke, I just don't think he's the type to do that, yk ? As far as I've seen the guy is nothing but caring, he teached Percy and welcomed him ! Even going out of his way to train him when the other campers were avoiding him after he'd been claimed. Why would Luke do that if he'd just betray him at the end ? He's seemingly being written out of the book for now too, when should he get the chance to betray Percy ? (He did have that one weird line about looking evil that one time which confused me a bit ???? Ngl imma just assume he has a cool badass side, like the cool badass dude he is. Did I say that I really like Luke already ?) My fourth point : the line in the prophecy saying Percy'll fail to save what's most important will be him failing to save his Mom from the underworld. Hades' is built up to be the big bad, and he rules the underworld where Percy's mom is currently in. He cares a whole lot about her and Percy did think about saving her already. And last but not least, I think Annabeth betraying Percy will lead to him not being able to save his Mom. I'd imagine it'd go like this : Percy, Annabeth and Grover go to the underworld to get the Master Bolt from Hades (which I assume is the big bad) and to save Percy's mom. They manage to get the Master Bolt, and are about to save Percy's mom when Annabeth reveals herself and betrays them. Causing Percy and Grover to be unable to get Sally. And that was all ! PS: OMG OK I JUST STARTED WITH CHAPTER 10 AND I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT WITHOUT WAITING FOR THE NEXT POST. I FUCKING LOVE LUKE, buddy sprinted up there so say goodbey AND he handed Percy those sneakers ?

Naw I'm convinced of my theory now. No WAY Luke could ever be a bad guy ! Why go through all that trouble just to betray Percy in the end ? But also, found family sense are going strong in me rn. Greenest Flag if I have ever seen one. BUT ALSO HE GIVES HEADPATS ? AKJFHQILUWEZBDIL I do still think he has some issues going on tho, poor lad. I hope he get's therapy and a good hug. he deserves it.

[jedimandalorian]

Dear Sabezraites,

Today the Prophet of the Church of Ezrabine has obtained another of the sacred texts. I am referring to the Star Wars Rebels Visual Guide: Epic Battles.

Although the book’s main focus is on the many battles from the first two seasons of Rebels, the book does reveal important information about Ezra Bridger’s relationships with his fellow Ghost crew members.

For example, Hera Syndulla is a maternal figure in his life.

But, you may be wondering, are the heretics correct in their interpretation of Ezra’s relationship with Sabine as being sibling-like? Nay, I say unto you!

Is she his teammate? Yea. Is she his reliable partner in battle? Yea. Is she his friend? Well, let’s ask Sabine. “Sabine, did you say that Ezra is your dear friend?”

I digress. There’s no mention of anything sisterly or sibling-like here.

In addition, Ezra and Sabine have this glorious two-page spread devoted to their relationship:

It chronicles Ezra’s attempts to impress the girl he fancies and his jealousy of anyone who catches her attention. It describes Sabine’s perception of Ezra evolving from that of an annoying kid or little brother to someone she admires and really cares about. They have a strong partnership and devoted friendship developing at this point in their lives which could lead to something more when they are older.

Also, since we now know that Sabine’s Loth-cat Murley reminds her of Ezra, here are some interesting Loth-cat facts:

And finally, here are some nice pictures of our favorite duo to enjoy.

Keep the faith, Sabezraites. Their song has not yet been written, and I will ship them until it is and beyond.

I have spoken.

[blue-sadie]

When Stars Align

Neteyam x Stark Reader

Summary: exploring pandora and helping the fight against the humans maybe it was fate

Warning: none

3rd person pov

Yn Stark, the brilliant daughter of Tony Stark, had always been intrigued by other realms and the possibilities they held. When she learned of the conflict on Pandora, a planet that humans were threatening to destroy, she knew she had to intervene.

Utilizing her technological genius, yn created a unique suit that allowed her to safely traverse the lush atmosphere of Pandora. Determined, she set out to aid the Na'vi in their fight.

As yn arrived on Pandora, she marveled at the breathtaking beauty of the exotic world. Teeming with vibrant flora and wondrous creatures, it was unlike anything she had ever seen.

But her attention was quickly drawn to the looming threat of human destruction. Little did she know, her arrival would also bring unexpected adventure and love.

While exploring the lush jungles, yn stumbled upon Neteyam, a charismatic and passionate young Na'vi warrior known for his unwavering devotion to his people and their ancestral bonds with their land.

Curiosity sparked in Neteyam's eyes as he witnessed yn's unique suit, a manifestation of advanced technology from another world.

Intrigued by each other, yn and Neteyam began to spend time together, blending their worlds in the most unexpected way.

Yn showed Neteyam the marvels of her advanced suit, explaining how it allowed her to breathe and thrive in Pandora's atmosphere.

In return, Neteyam introduced yn to the wonders of Pandora, guiding her through hidden sacred spots and sharing stories of his people's connection to the planet.

Underneath the Pandora night sky, glittering with stars, yn and Neteyam found solace in each other's company.

The barrier between their worlds seemed to fade away as they exchanged heartfelt conversations, discussing their shared mission to preserve the planet they held so dear.

As time passed, their friendship naturally evolved into something deeper. Neteyam found himself falling for yn's unwavering spirit and determination, while yn admired Neteyam's wisdom and tender heart.

It was on one night, while lying under the blanket of stars, that Neteyam finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings to yn.

"Yn" Neteyam spoke softly, his voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and determination. "In your presence, I have found a connection that defies boundaries. I am drawn to your strength and the way you fight for what you believe in. Do you feel the same for me?"

With a gentle smile, yn reached out and held Neteyam's hand. "Neteyam, you have shown me a world full of beauty and love. You have opened my eyes to the importance of preserving our planet. And yes, I feel the same. I am falling for you, too."

Yn and Neteyam's newfound love provided them with renewed strength and determination.

Together, they fostered a powerful alliance between the Na'vi and yns technological expertise.

Working side by side, they developed innovative strategies to halt human destruction and promote harmony between the two worlds.

Their combined efforts proved invaluable, as the Na'vi embraced yn as one of their own. With her technology and unwavering support, the bond between humans and Na'vi grew stronger by the day.

Yn's presence brought a fresh perspective and hope, reminding everyone that there were humans who believed in coexistence, rather than domination.

As time went on, the fight to preserve Pandora succeeded, thanks to the unity between yn, Neteyam, and their allies.

Yns presence on Pandora became permanent, as she chose to build a future alongside Neteyam and the Na'vi.

Their love story became a symbol of hope and reconciliation, inspiring others to put aside their differences and work together for the greater good.

Yn and Neteyam's legacy carried on, not only through their love but also through the harmonious relationship forged between humans and the Na'vi.

The tale of their extraordinary connection spread far and wide, reminding everyone that when love and understanding prevail, even the mightiest of obstacles can be overcome.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The movement to ban Republicans from using public bathrooms is launched. : [Thanks Robert Scott Horton]

* * * *

[from Anne Lamott]

I have located my pink pussy cap but am not yet ready to put it back on. These things take time. A whole week passed after the election before I could turn on CNN. My personal husband has a tool he promotes The Things I Do Every Day, and once again, I wrote out my list: Prayer, chores, meditation, my animals, friendship, walks, a little writing, a nap in the late afternoon,

Also, I live by Auden’s advice: Trust in God, take short views, and read the New Yorker. (I am sure he meant to include People magazine, and Us.)

When I feel most like a walking personality disorder, I go to meetings of other people who have somehow, miraculously gotten and stayed sober, and other meetings for people with tiny control issues and the disease of good ideas for other people, usually family, and one other group of people like me who have eaten entire carrot cakes in their car in parking lots.

(I am addicted to almost everything, except gambling, although I do get a thrill loading dollar bills into change machines, when the quarters drop down, often getting more change than I need.) (It’s really sad.)

I also go to church every Sunday and five days after the election, I drove to the east Bay with my friend Teri. The sermon, projected on the screen behind the pulpit, was called You Must Have Forgotten Who You Are.

And I had. I’m a news junkie who couldn’t look at the news, someone for whom reading has been the great love of my life, who couldn’t read the papers or Twitter or get lost in a book. Someone who rises up in protest against war and political madness. An agitated, self-righteous woman of peace and love.

But I noticed a few things,

I noticed that I was not alone. I was with a dear if cranky friend, the single most Jewish and lesbianic person I’ve ever know, with whom I ride to church every Sunday. Our shoulders were touching.

And I was in what Martin Luther King called the beloved community, a rich, gathering of people who were singing their pain, and their gratitude and faith, their hopes, focused not on their grieving, terrified selves but on the sweet, sweet shepherd of their lives, and other people’s hurts.

I started remembering who I was, not in my head but in those connections— a dear friend, my community, and the sacred. I could breathe again in a way that I hadn’t since November 6h. This little church starts the service with Sacred Breath from the pulpit, where we all close our eyes and breathe in holiness, as one. Of course, I’m sitting there going, Breathe in God’s love—my butt itches, I wonder if I left the back door open and the kitty got out, and the coyotes ate her—deep breath out—I’m so happy to be there, that woman should wash her hair more, my butt still itches. But when all else fails, follow instructions, right? So I breathed.

In her sermon, the minister made a passing reference to Jesus’s admonition that when injured, we turn the other cheek. Some theologians think that turning the other cheek is actually an act of civil disobedience- a protest, of sorts, standing firm in what we believe in—to do what is right, which in the end always means love. This is so subversive, to take injury and say, You don’t decide who I am.

But when does the resistance to the rising tide of Christian Nationalism begin? My darling friend, the writer Douglas Foster had texted me that morning: “It already has. Pro immigrant organizations burgeoning in every city. Big philanthropic moves to clothe, feed and house people. Lots of examples of new public housing and mental health provisions seeking to scale up, support groups for women, and families with trans kids who will need help getting to places where their health care needs will be met. You, me, a bunch of others.”

After church, Teri and I always eat sandwiches as we drive home, the sacrament of peanut butter and jelly, possibly my favorite food, the sacred elements of dark bread, creaminess, sweetness. We unwrapped our sandwiches, tapped each other’s food in a toast, no pun intended. Cheers. And it was good.

Anne Lamott

[kyleoreillylover]

Always Take Care of You

Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader x Kevin Owens

After a pretty dull weekend (Nothing too special, just you, Kevin and Sami main-eventing WrestleMania, no big deal), your boys want to take care of you.

Word count: 2,303

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A/N: Zowens brainrot at the moment. That's it. This can be read as platonic or romantic, it is up to you! inspired by a zowens fanfic I read<3

Everything felt like too much yet not enough at the same time. The flashing lights of the cameras were blinding, the cacophony of voices echoing throughout Wrestlemania weekend like a relentless drumbeat.

But none of those could compare to the electricity that surged through your veins as you walked inside your hotel room, Kevin and Sami following behind you, your new Raw Women's Championship shimmering in your hands.

"I've never went inside her hotel room, we're best friends but there are some things that are just sacred," Kevin joked to an interviewer earlier that day, and you had nudged him with a smile, knowing that his jest was a cover for the genuine bond you shared. But he would follow you anywhere if it meant he could share in your success.

And as you carefully set all your titles onto the richly furnished dresser (now 5!!), your boys watched the glimmer in your eyes as the you stared at your Raw Women's Championship. The golden plate reflected the ambient glow of the room, and your face seemed to glow as well, and Sami and Kevin's hearts swelled with pride.

You had done the same with them yesterday when you had stood by them when they won the Tag Titles from Jimmy and Jey the previous night, cheering them on with unwavering support. Now, it was your moment, your time to revel in the glory you had rightfully earned.

"We did this." You whispered.

"You did this." Sami corrected, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. His voice was soft, but his words carried the weight of their meaning.

You turned to face them, the smile on your face widening. "No, we did this," you insisted, your eyes meeting each of theirs.

Kevin gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his blue eyes reflecting the pride and camaraderie that flowed between the three of you. "We did this, we fought for this together, and now we get to celebrate together." he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "This isn't just your victory, it's ours."

You breathed out, feeling the warmth of their friendship envelop you like a comforting blanket. "Ours."

Then you let out a giggle, and the tension that had been building up in the room suddenly dissipated, replaced by your shared laughter. It was a moment of pure joy, a moment where the pressures of the wrestling world melted away, leaving only the bonds of friendship and the thrill of victory.

"I can't believe we actually pulled it off," Sami chimed in, his voice filled with disbelief and elation.

"I can't believe Adam actually gave me the main event over Roman," Your voice was filled with awe and disbelief. "I can't believe he hates him that much that he would give me the spot over him," You chuckled, shaking your head in wonder. "I feel bad for Cody, but it ain't my fault that I'm just that good," You added with a playful smirk.

Kevin let out a hearty laugh, clapping you on the back. "You earned every bit of this spotlight, and Roman can take a backseat for once." Kevin wasn't gonna let you diminish everything you did.

Sami nodded along with a soft grin, his eyes shimmering with pride. "You've worked so hard for this moment, and no one deserves it more than you."

As the adrenaline of the victory began to subside, a sense of contentment settled over the room. For a moment, there were no rivalries, no feuds, just three friends that made their way from the Indies basking in the glow of their shared success.

"Now go shower, you stink of victory!" Kevin interrupted with a playful shove, breaking the momentary solemnity.

Typical Kevin. It seemed like he was on a sugar rush from stealing all your snickers bars from the press conference, and you knew that you were gonna have to monitor his candy intake if you wanted to get any sleep tonight.

You chuckled, swatting at him half-heartedly. "Hey, I earned this stench," you retorted, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Sami smirked, leaning against the dresser. "Yeah, but the rest of us don't have to suffer through it," he teased, earning himself a mock glare from you.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. "Fine, fine," you relented, giving them both a playful glare before disappearing into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the room.

When you came out of the shower, a bonnet wrapped around your head and soft robe draped over your shoulders, you found Kevin and Sami sprawled out on the plush hotel bed, talking amongst themselves.

You plopped down onto the bed beside them, the softness of the mattress a welcome relief after the long day of wrestling and celebrations. You immediately cuddled into Sami, making him smile and wrap an arm around you, while Kevin made room for you with a playful shove but then he pulled you both into a tight embrace, sandwiching you between him and Sami.

"I'm tired. So, so tired." You mumbled into the cozy embrace of both men, feeling the exhaustion from the day's events finally catching up to you.

Kevin let out a sympathetic chuckle. "Well, you did just win the Raw Women's Championship in the main event of WrestleMania, I think being tired is allowed," he remarked with a teasing tone, though his eyes betrayed a genuine fondness for you.

"I thought all that chocolate you ate was supposed to give you energy," Sami added with a smirk, earning a playful smack on the arm from you.

"Kevin stole all the chocolate, remember?" you shot back, sticking out your tongue at Kevin who grinned sheepishly in response.

You winced slightly as you shifted to get more comfortable, the soreness from the match still lingering in your muscles. Sami noticed and reached over to grab a nearby pillow, gently placing it behind your back for added support.

"Better?" he asked with a warm smile.

You nodded gratefully, sinking deeper into the embrace of your friends. "Much better, thanks," you replied, feeling the tension easing from your muscles as you settled in.

"How much does it hurt?" Kevin asked, his voice soft with concern as he traced your scar.

You winced again, the memory of the stinging pain flooding back to you. "Bianca whipped her braid into my ribs, how do you think my side feels?" You answered with a playful grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"I think I blacked out when she hit me with it," You added with a chuckle, though the pain was still very real.

You leaned into Kevin's touch when he traced your scar, the warmth of his hand providing a comforting reassurance. "It's not too bad," you replied, though you couldn't deny the lingering ache in your side.

Sami's expression softened with empathy. "Well, you bruised her eye, so I'd say it's a fair trade," he quipped, trying to inject some humor into the situation.

"Yeah, because me punching her equals instant karma," you replied with a laugh, closing your eyes when Kevin and Sami chuckled, the sound a soothing melody in the quiet of the hotel room.

For a moment, the three of you simply existed in the space, the weight of the day's events mingling with the warmth of friendship. Despite the pain and exhaustion, being surrounded by Kevin and Sami made everything feel bearable.

You hummed when you felt Sami's hands gently massaging your shoulders, the tension gradually melting away under his skilled touch. "You're tired too, you don't have to—"

"I want to," Sami interrupted softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've carried us through so much, it's the least I can do to help you relax."

You smiled gratefully, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your chest at Sami's words. You wanted to protest, but Sami's hand working out the knots on your shoulders felt too good to resist. Instead, you let out a contented sigh, allowing yourself to fully surrender to the moment.

"Thank you." You murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into Sami's touch. "Both of you, thank you."

Kevin reached over to squeeze your hand, his eyes reflecting the depth of his affection for you. "For what? You're the one that won the title tonight. You're the reason we're all here," he said sincerely, his voice warm with admiration.

You shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. "No, the reason we're all here is because you two bozos are the best friends a person could ask for," You said, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. "20 years of laughter, tears, victories, and defeats. You've been there for me through it all, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

Kevin chuckled, a hint of emotion in his voice. "Bozos, huh? Well, I guess we'll take that as a compliment," he replied with a playful grin, squeezing your hand in return.

Sami nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with affection. "Yeah, wouldn't want to be anyone else's bozos," he said, his voice tinged with fondness.

"I just spilled my heart out to you and the only thing you guys hear is "bozos," you finished, pretending to pout, though the playful twinkle in your eyes gave away your true feelings.

Kevin and Sami burst into laughter, the sound filling the room with warmth and light. You would never get tired of hearing the sound of their laughter and being the cause of it. You loved making them happy, being the cause of their grins and overall happiness. You just loved them in general...

"I guess we're just used to your insults by now," Kevin quipped, brining you out of your thoughts, earning himself a playful swat from you.

"You love it," you retorted with a grin, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you like a comforting blanket.Sami wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a tight hug. "We do," he agreed, his voice filled with sincerity. "We love you, champ."

You leaned into the embrace, feeling the weight of the day's events finally catching up to you. But in that moment, surrounded by the warmth and laughter of your friends, you knew that everything was going to be okay.

"I love you both too." You mumbled into the embrace, feeling a surge of gratitude and love wash over you. It was moments like these, the quiet ones filled with shared laughter and heartfelt sentiments, that made all the struggles and sacrifices worth it.

You laid down on the bed, sandwiched between Kevin and Sami, feeling their warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon. Sami continued to massage your shoulders, his touch gentle and soothing, while Kevin rested his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. It was a simple moment of closeness, but it was everything you needed after the whirlwind of WrestleMania weekend.

"Remind me to owe you for massaging me like this," you murmured with a contented sigh, feeling the tension in your muscles slowly dissipating under Sami's skilled touch.

Sami sighed contentedly, his fingers working magic on your shoulders. "Consider it payment for all those times you've had our backs in and out of the ring," he replied softly, his voice warm with affection.

Kevin chuckled, his breath tickling your neck. "Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure to collect on that debt if he's too nice not too," he teased, though there was a genuine warmth in his voice.

As the laughter faded into comfortable silence, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully bask in the warmth and love of your friends. In that moment, surrounded by the people who had been with you through thick and thin, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and peace wash over you.

WrestleMania weekend had been a whirlwind of emotions, but as you lay there with Kevin and Sami by your side, you knew that no victory or championship could ever compare to the bond you shared with them.

"Go to sleep, champ," Kevin murmured, his voice soft with affection.

"Can we get Waffle House when we wake up?" You groggily asked, earning a playful groan from Kevin and a wide smile from Sami.

"Of course we can, as long as you promise not to order everything on the menu this time," Sami replied with a laugh, his voice filled with fondness.

You grinned, feeling the exhaustion finally catching up to you as you snuggled deeper into the embrace of your friends. "I won't," you mumbled sleepily, feeling the comforting weight of sleep beginning to pull you under.

"Whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy, we'll make it happen," Kevin said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

With those words echoing in your mind, you let yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber, surrounded by the warmth and love of your two best friends.

Sami kissed the top of your head gently, his touch light and filled with affection. "Goodnight, champ," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands squeezed Kevin's as a silent kiss in the night as well.

Kevin followed suit, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Sweet dreams," he murmured, his voice warm with love.

There had been so much noise over the past few days — press, fans, interviews, and the roar of the crowd. You cherished that, loved the connection with the fans, the love the three of you had been getting.

But in that moment, in the quiet intimacy of the hotel room, where all you could hear was the steady rhythm of your friends' breathing, a comforting lullaby that carried you into a deep and restful sleep, was what you truly wanted.

And that was worth more than any championship title or victory in the ring.