#i am not actually as grumpy about it as i seem i am just procrastinating

[swamp-world]

and for good measure adding my own tags from the original post

#Small rant it's not that I don't like natural hair gerry#It's that it seems everyone wants to moralize about his hair dye instead of asking:#But what if it's fun??#To me TMAGP Gerry may dye his hair other colours but I don't see him just going natural hair#It'd specifically the idea I guess that his hair dying is just to cover up some thing#Like it's directly tied to his family trauma and that's the only reason he wants to dye his hair#Instead show me him with better dye jobs because he's able to ask people to give him a hand with it#Because he's not dying his hair in motel sinks anymore or worrying about hair dye night being#Interrupted by abominations sent by the entities or his mother#Don't degoth my boy just because he's happy!! Don't pastel goth my deathrocker son!!!

Im begging people to stop saying that TMAGP Gerry would like. Embrace his natural hair colour as if TMA Gerry only does so out of trauma. Begging yall to start seeing goth/alt as something affirming and positive rather than purely masking and reactive. I haven't seen my natural hair colour in years and it has nothing to do with "embracing" it i just fucking. Enjoy. Having dyed hair. It's because I'm gay not because I'm traumatized.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! Hope you're doing well! But may I ask for a matchup, please (matchups for both eras in HP, the MCU, and Stranger Things?) Thank you! <3 I'm 24 years old, aquarius sun/scorpio moon/gemini rising, INTP, slytherin with ravenclaw tendencies, biromantic asexual with a preference for guys and I go by she/her pronouns! I was diagnosed with ADHD at a young age and I have yet to get myself rediagnosed since my last diagnosis was like over 20 years ago so yeah. I'm currently in College taking up Bachelor of Multimedia Arts, Major in Animation!

I also stand about at 161.3 cm based on my last height take!

As for my personality, the thing is that I know more about the worst aspects of my personality but I'll try to start off with the good ones before spiraling down on that. POSITIVE TRAITS: For a start, I think of myself as someone who is kind, charming, strong, nice, humble and loyal. I like helping people out as much as possible and try to be open-minded and understanding since the world's already as wack as it is. I also like to think I'm pretty funny with some of my weird sense of humor but I'm usually sarcastic. I also stick to my personal opinions but I'm happy to learn from a mistake, if I'm being spoken to nicely and not yelled at. I would also do anything for my loved ones but I have a hard time showing it, I'm also very understanding and will stand up for what's right and fight someone for them and I won't hesitate to defend the person or call them out on their bullshit while remaining respectful. But that usually depends on the person, as much as possible, I try to be neutral.

My friends also designated me as the chaotic wine aunt/gremlin with minor mom friend moments but usually the chaotic wine aunt/gremlin friend. I also have a mischievous streak at times as well but nothing too big. I'm also smart, introspective, creative, ambitious, brave, determined and willing to change. I've been told that I always seem to speak with gentle words and that I bring positive energy to conversations. My best friend thinks I'm very clever and sly. NEGATIVE TRAITS: I've been told by some of my family members that I could be aloof and closed off from everyone (I mean there was a point in my life that my older sister said I was like Wednesday Addams) and because of this a lot of people think I have low EQ. I also spend a lot of time in my head than being well down with people and I always have this strong urge of proving people wrong. There are also times where I have to rely on other people's opinions to see who I really am because I don't know who I am at certain days. Often I'm also commonly perceived as someone who's either always grumpy or angry. I also have the mindset that no one will love me for me because of the fact that I have ADHD (but mostly this has something to do something my grandmother said to me as a young child). I'm very stubborn and too independent for my own good and I have this solid belief that I can do everything by myself but when in reality I just don't like asking people for help because I'm a bother to them or that its a sign of weakness and I don't like being seen as someone who is weak.

I also have the tendency to be sharp-tongued, forgetting about other people or doing certain things but I always say 'I'll do it later' but actually won't end up doing it eventually, pretending I'm okay but when in reality its not and just bottling everything inside of me until they come toppling over. There are also days where I would prefer the easy way out than the hard road taken and that I give advices out to people but I don't even follow them, I've also been told that I can be selfish and inconsiderate but I'm trying my best. I'm also very cynical and a high procrastinator who either is very cautious or too trusting of people that it becomes a mess.

I'm also very introverted and that I like love and the idea of it but I'm afraid that once I'm with someone, I might hurt them or I get hurt by them. I also don't like being compared to my father like it really gets to my nerves that someone says that. I also have this rebellious streak but not super rebellious. HOBBIES: I have like a LOT of them. My grandma says I'm a 'jack of all trades, master of none' Most of them are artistic exploitations such as drawing, listening to music or playing music since I have like instruments of my own like a ukulele, an electric piano, flute, writing, crafting or coming up with unique stuff on my own and constantly reinventing stuff I have or the stuff I hyperfixate on, cooking and reading, I also like learning about the occult and I usually dabble with divination and astrology and I collect stuff like funko pops and books but I'm usually seen on my phone and being on social media where I shit post memes to my friends and talking to them either joking about arson, doing petty crimes and etc. or I'm playing video games (Stardew Valley, The Sims 4, etc.) I'm also very particularly fond of learning about flower languages and symbolisms because I have this knack of like piecing things together like a big tapestry of sorts, like they don't mean something to the normal person but to me I could just as easily connect something small to something silly.

Thank you so much for requesting a matchup! I hope you enjoy them!! Sorry for the wait! <3

Harry Potter (Marauders);

Remus Lupin:

🐾 You met Remus in Hogwarts, but didn't become friends with him until after you both graduated; having bumped into each other again in a bookstore

🐾 You both bonded over your love for books, love for learning, and your love for the arts; Remus had mentioned to you that he thought you were a great artist from that one time at Hogwarts when he returned your sketchbook

🐾 After the meeting, Remus offered to buy you something to drink at the small cafe next door, you were a bit hesitant, thinking that your actions or what you say might scare him off, but you accepted his offer; though you were worried, Remus seemed to understand you better than anyone else

🐾 You didn't start dating for a long time, your thoughts getting the best of you in most situations, you were worried you'd hurt Remus in some kind of way, and you, yourself didn't want to get hurt in the process either; Remus though, as smart as he is, always seemed to see through you and always reassured you

🐾 One day, while the two of you were baking, Remus asked if you wanted to go on a date with him, you were a bit hesitant again, your mind thinking about your ADHD, but Remus was there to reassure you one more; he loved all of your quirks, he'd never do anything to harm you... He cared about you so much

🐾 It was slow, but you did begin to start dating, going on walks together, traveling, reading by the fire, and even teaching remus how to play some of your favorite video games; even knowing about his furry problem and insisting in helping him after a full moon

🐾 Sometimes when you're feeling particularly down in the dumps, Remus is always there for you, he'd drop anything and everything just to run to your side and try and help you; no matter how stubborn you got or how much you disliked being helped, he broke down your walls and was there for you; whether that be holding your hand and talking things out or just sitting beside you, just in your presence

🐾 As the years went on, Remus seemed to unlock more and more about you, your love for drawing and animation to your brilliant talent for playing the ukulele and flute; you were beyond amazing and a beautiful soul, he couldn't get enough of you

🐾 Sometimes on slow days, in your shared home, the two of you would just read books or write in front of the fire, enjoying the quiet and the peace, enjoying each other's presence; even sometimes trading books with one another and learning new things

🐾 You even joined Hogwarts as the new arts teacher, teaching longside your Remus when he taught DADA, the two of you would eat together at lunch, and Remus was always there if you needed him or vise versa; you two are the perfect match and Remus is so happy he had met you

--

Gilderoy Lockhart:

💞 You were just minding your own business, thinking and daydreaming in your mind as your walked through the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley on your way to your favorite book shop when you noticed that a certain author was present inside

💞 Gilderoy Lockhart was someone you had heard of before, even reading one of his books before you got slightly annoyed by his self-obsessing, egocentric, and narcissistic self-promotion; so finding him self-promoting in the book store you were entering was a bit... Eh

💞 But, you were a kind and understanding soul, maybe Gilderoy's actions and behavior was because of something from his past or someone had said something to him that had made him be so self-centered; so you kept an open mind about the man, and went on your merry way inside to find the newest edition of your favorite book series

💞 What you didn't know what that Gilderoy had noticed you enter, and was star-struck, captivated by you as you walked by to the point he didn't even call you out to try and get you get buy his new book; he didn't even offer you an autograph; star-struck he was

💞 As you were leaving the bookstore, having purchased your new books, you were finally stopped by the blondie, (somehow he snapped out of his admiring thoughts of you enough to finally speak to you); that's when he offered you a book of his... For free (how could you pass that up?)

💞 That's when he asked for your name, you awkwardly/hesitantly answering before he autographed the inside cover of the thick book and even a picture of himself for good measure; he even tried his hand at asking if you were free for dinner, and you politely declined before thanking him for the book, and leaving

💞 When you go home, you opened the cover to read the inscription, you cheeks feeling a bit flush when you found that Gilderoy had written a full poem for you, about you even; you had to admit it was a sweet sort of odd gesture, but you didn't really know what to think really

💞 You couldn't stop thinking about the poem that he had written for you, so much that when you were heading back to the bookstore after finishing your new book and in need of another, your brain replayed the poem often; it was also just your luck when he was in the bookstore that day again

💞 What you didn't expect was some random guy screeching at the poor author about how narcissistic he was, and you hated yelling and fights especially when the antagonist was being so mean for really no reason; so you broke up the fight, telling the guy off for just being plain rude and to leave Gilderoy alone; and when I tell you gilderoy had heart eyes, he had heart eyes

💞 Gilderoy thanked you once the man and the small crowd dissipated, finally being honest and somewhat humble when he spoke, and that was when you built up the courage and pushed away the nerves to ask if he wanted to join you for lunch; of course he said yes

--

Bruce Banner:

👨🏻‍🔬 You were part of the Avengers, having amazing powers and intelligence to match, Steve Rogers actually recruited you for the team after you bumped into the Super Soldier at a museum; you were a bit hesitant at first, but you agreed to join them, at least for a little while

👨🏻‍🔬 But the thought of helping others from aliens and baddies was the real reason you decided to stay at the tower as one of the Avengers; you loved helping others especially from wrongdoers, and with your powers, being able to save others came easily

👨🏻‍🔬 When you weren't out on the field or helping in missions, you were in the lab with Tony and Bruce; from the way you sometimes acted aloof or a bit closed off, some of the Avengers, I won't name who, thought you weren't really that smart; you fooled them when you were able to calculate equations as if it was second nature for you - which shocked them immensely

👨🏻‍🔬 They also found your art skills fascinating, even little Peter Parker asking if you could draw him with eight legs; no matter how odd the request was, you drew it for the kid and he loved it

👨🏻‍🔬 Working in the lab, you dealt with Tony being somewhat of a nuisance and Bruce, being the sweet and shy guy that he was; you slowly bonded with the two of them, moreso Bruce than Tony (though you sarcasticness and mischievousness did clash well with the Iron Man)

👨🏻‍🔬 As said, you grew close to Bruce, finding him to be a loyal and understanding friend; to a point in your friendship though, you began to grow feelings for the man which was a bit nerve-racking to say the least

👨🏻‍🔬 You kept quiet about it, keeping your feelings in your mind as you did your best to pretend everything was alright; at some point Bruce even asked if you were alright, and you said that you were, but you weren't; your mind constantly raced with insecurity

👨🏻‍🔬 Bruce thought felt the same way, he thought you were incredibly smart and charming; even some of your jokes made him laugh, to Tony's dismay

👨🏻‍🔬 Now you two didn't start dating for a long while, thought that didn't stop the two of you from getting coffee together at cafes or some brunch at the diner down the street; you and Bruce spent hours talking about astrology, divination, and even flower language

👨🏻‍🔬 Thought it took a bit of adjusting, understanding, and trust, and in the end the two of you were more than just best friends :)

--

Steve Harrington:

😎 You went to college for Multimedia Arts a whole state away when you met Steve Harrington, for some reason he had decided to drive to another state just to get away for awhile

😎 You both ran into each other at a diner with your friends, he accidently spilled his drink on you and profusely apologized to you, offering to literally go out and buy you a new shirt or something, he even went out of his way to even give your his jacket to wear; when you tried to give it back to him, he refused, shaking his head, it was yours know

😎 Steve then gave you his number so he could do something to repay you while he was in town, you took it, though you felt a bit unsure at first

😎 Your friends were supportive and even encouraged you to meet up with Steve, thinking that he might be a good match for you, you had the strong urge to prove them wrong... But they were right

😎 You awkwardly called Steve with the support of your friends, and Steve asked if you wanted to go to an art diner, you accepted and you were surprised to see Steve with a clothing bag in his hand, he gave it to you and it was a new shirt; you couldn't help but smile

😎 The two of you ate at the art diner, before wandering the upstairs where you both looked at all the art from people in the community, which inspired you greatly; the two of you even spoke about your interests, it was hard in the beginning but it got better

😎 After three months of meeting up with Steve at diners or parks, he asked you out on a real date, and shyly, you said yes; it was a fun date at an arcade and a nice dinner afterwards

😎 Steve felt nervous around you, all the time, he really, really liked you; he loved how caring, strong, creative, and funny you were, and you liked Steve a lot too, from his sarcasm, bravery, to his hair

😎 When Steve had to leave back to Indiana, you tried to hide your disappointment, but Steve said that he'd call you when he could and he kept his promise, calling you almost every night and when he was busy he always made sure to call at least once or twice a week

😎 You missed him a lot, but both you and Steve had planned to meet each other again during breaks and vacations, and you couldn't wait

[shytastemakerthing]

Hihi! I see matchups are open and I wanted to give it a shot and request a romantic ensemble stars matchup~ I apologize in advance if this is too long or if I overshared a bit about myself :)

I'm a bisexual/aromantic 19-year-old art student. Ig my love language would be quality time and acts of service? I'm unsure about what to call my style but anything that makes me feel more handsome/cool rather than cute? I guess my way to go is more elegant and fitted clothes with dark and beige colors. I like wearing accessories such as jewelry with chains and anything with moons and stars. My canines are quite long and people have pointed out that they look like fangs. I don't think describing my physical appearance is necessary but is a feature of me that I quite like about myself.

I don't know how to describe myself, personality wise, most of my friends have admitted that I seem unapproachable/intimidating at first, even if I try to be polite enjoy solitude, and make an effort to engage in conversations, as much as I hate small talk. I try to not show much of myself until I trust people, making an effort to be more of a goody-two-shoes than I am to not seem that rude, I guess? I dislike the number of times I'm told to smile or socialize more, especially if I don't have a good reason to. I can be quite open when engaging in topics I'm interested in or if the other person just connects with me, but if otherwise they push my boundaries I'll have a hard time not to call them out. Despite coming off as the typical grumpy cat energy, I ironically become quite chatty and hyped if the other person is as well, but what brings me closer to people are moments of bonding and sharing interests.

If they're comfortable with it, I enjoy being touchy with my friends, throwing flirty jokes, and teasing them, but when it comes to relationships I'm quite awkward and overthink a lot, so communication is important to me. I'm not good at telling when others are just messing with me or if they actually want to start a relationship with me. Especially since I'm aro/aro-spec, dating is quite a struggle for me, and I value a relationship more based on compatibility rather than infatuation and romantic attraction if that makes sense. I guess I'm quite the "I hate everyone but you" type when it comes to a relationship and I don't mind being quite cheesy and clingy, yet I'm still a bit sassy and sarcastic. I don't have a type but if their feelings for me are obvious (either because they show it or if they're awkward and can't hide it) then I'm sold.

I tend to intellectualize my emotions rather than feel them. I consider myself quite self-aware about my issues and my flaws, as well as accepting. I need to feel worthy of a relationship to engage in it, knowing that my partner is happy with me, I often feel touched when people find me reliable and comforting since I'm aware that I'm not the kind of person whom people would describe as their safe space (i have both mommy and daddy issues dunno who is one to blame for my need to comfort others to feel worth it lmao). My schedule is quite chaotic. I struggle with procrastination because of my depression, yet I still need to be productive 24/7 to feel fulfilled, so I switch between bed rotting and pulling all-nighters. Ig I'm quite selfless and stubborn about it since I hate relying on other people and tend to shut down when it's about my issues.

I like learning about art history, drawing, especially character design, watching anime, staying at home, and animals (I have a rabbit). I also love true crime podcasts and crime TV series and engaging in debates as long as they remain respectful.

I hate housework since my lack of motivation gets in the way, crowded and noisy places, feeling tied down, sunlight, condescending people, and being pitied.

And that's pretty much anything? I tried to make this shorter but I feel like it's still quite long, I apologize ^^"

Hello and thank you so much for your request and for your patience as I finish these up! I hope that you enjoy your match-up and have a wonderful day/night!

Request: Romantic Enstars match-up

I match you with........

Koga Oogami

Another member of the 'I hate everyone except for you' club, so that was the first thing the both of you had in common when you first encountered one another at ES

At first, it was a mutual tolerance that grew into an actual relationship after some time

He wasn't all big when it came to touch at first but after some time, it's one of his favorite things.

Like, after one of the lives that his unit held, he wanted nothing more than to come back to your place (given he has roommates) and to just collapse in your arms

Koga isn't one to force small talk, he understands that you don't always want too, though there will be a few times where he merely asks you about your day, if you want anything when he heads out, and the like

He just wants to take care of you

He may come off as a bit brash, but when he's like that with you, you know that's just how he shows his care, he isn't always the best with his words, coming off as a bit brutish from time to time

Doesn't help when he's listened to Rei call him 'puppy' all day

Will certainly watch crime series with you after a long day. You both just get to chill in your pajamas, a nice meal, and a blanket, and you both are set

In the end, he's glad he went to ES that day, otherwise, he wouldn't have met you

Thank you for your request!

[candygirly06]

rut or rust?💋

My Dear Upper East Readers,

Welcome or welcome back to Chic Candy Chronicles, I was initially making an entirely different post, but I had woken up late the other day. My entire schedule got a huge whiplash and that had been happening for quite some time now, but now I'm back at it. In this post, I'm gonna tell you all about how to save a half-assed day, and why you do that in the first place.

I have always struggled with trying to find out what my body needs me to do, and I give credit to my nervous system for being in survivor mode for almost my entire life. Now that I've come out of it and understood the needs of my body and mind, I'm gonna tell you exactly how you can fix yourself and stop procrastinating.

2 years ago, my first thought, after I woke up later than usual, would begin with 'Why can't I do just one thing right?' and somehow ended with 'I need to punish myself and put myself through anguish to make myself realize the biggest mistake that I made today that would cost me an entire day.' and then I would just be grumpy the entire day and not do a single thing and actually waste that entire day.

And now, my first thought is always, 'It's okay, it's not my fault, I still have tomorrow and the entire day today and my entire life.' and ended with 'If I worked a bit harder for the next two days then I could easily catch up with my work and everything would still be alright.' Of course, this didn't happen overnight and there are still some days when I just beat myself up over it, but I am gentler with myself, I am kinder and I will always forgive myself because I would never want anyone else to beat themselves up over something as minor as this, why would I let myself go through such misery? Yes, for the moment, it might seem catastrophic to think that you wanted to do something so badly and in the end, it doesn't happen but think of it this way, your body takes rest when it needs to, not when you think that it should. 

If I'm being completely honest here, out of 7 days, I only wake up at the time that I wanted to for maybe 3 days, the rest, I just try my very best. I'm not saying that if I really wanted to, I wouldn't do it, of course I can, but I give myself permission to fail and try again, because no matter how many times it may happen, I still haven't given up, nor will I ever give up on myself. Now about saving a half-assed day, the best thing I can tell you is to take on only how much ever you can, your body is already demanding you to rest but there are some scenarios where you can't just take a break, so tend to yourself as much as possible and do not take on more than what you need to complete that day, you can get back into it the next day and work a bit harder over the next few days. If you can, take the day slowly and just relax, think of it as your mind giving you a day off and just live. 

Now I don't want to make this any longer, but never fret, my Upper East readers, your girl is coming back with so many ideas for so many posts.

Until then,

Stay chic and candy

xoxo

Candygirl 💋

[spideyspeaches]

Gold Rush ↬ t.h

Gif by @parkeraul :)

A/N: I'm in love with that song 🙈 also here's my super late contribution of professor!tom 😋 cause I've been procrastinating on the wandavision au (in my defence though, it's taking a lot of brainstorming 😂) anyway here you go-

Wc: 2.6k+

Warnings: lemme know if you find one :)

Summary: He taught British History and you chastise yourself for not auditing for that subject earlier.

Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader

Masterlist || Taglist

Waking up with a start, you groan at the shrill sound of your alarm. With a sigh that was more of a grunt of annoyance, you tried to reach for your phone at the side table, hissing when you felt the corner of your elbow hit the table, pain shooting up to your shoulder. 

Great, you weren't even up yet and your day was already going shitty. You just hoped that your professor won't be grumpy about you being late for the millionth time this semester. 

You hated cultural architecture. You had nothing against the course, but You hated your professor with a passion and wished that you could burn your textbooks for all you cared, right in front of your teacher's eyes, watch him writhe in fear as you banished the very existence of your material. 

You were being dramatic, but in your defence, your professor was an old bastard who never left an opportunity to reprimand you, going as far as letting you know how uneven your margins were on your latest project. 

He wore birkenstocks with a three piece. You wouldn't trust him with your assignments. 

Getting out of your dorm room was work, hard work. But you got out, brushed your teeth and wore what you hoped were presentable clothing. 

"You look hungover." Your roommate, Stacy, commented, spitting in the sink as you scowled at her. 

She was straightforward, outspoken and somehow managed to look like one of those Victoria secrets models that you loathed, even at seven in the morning. You hated her. 

(You didn't.)

"Thanks, I hope I smell too. Want that son of a bitch- what's his name, Wilson, to suffer for giving me that C minus on my thesis." You grumbled, rubbing your hands through your hair to flat them out. 

"You really hate him, don't you." She snickered, popping off her shirt. You tried not to look, not wanting to come off as a pervert, but damn, she was fit. You contemplated her words, frowning at your own reflection. 

You looked disheveled, the dark eye bags under your eyes very apparent as you tried to mask them with foundation, setting your hair for the millionth time. Oh well, you were presentable enough. Sweatpants would have to do for your only class today, you could binge Netflix after this wretched class. 

"I do. I hope his third wife divorces him and he loses his thermos of coffee in the subway." You said, adding your look finally before wearing your shoes. 

"That's cruel, didn't know you had it in you." She snickered, patting your back and following you as you closed the door, "Well I have to go to my boring science lectures now so, see you later hun." 

"Yeah, enjoy your chemistry period with your boyfriend!" You cheered sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging her to tell her that you were only joking. Your relationship was this, of jokes and hugs and kisses. You considered her your best friend. 

Rushing towards the gates of your university, you hastily tightened your loosening hair tie, adjusting the straps of your bags. You were pretty sure you had broken your record of being late to your class. You may hate the professor, but you actually enjoyed the subject. 

Wheezing as you ran past the late comers, you nodded at the receptionist, hastily signing yourself in. You would blame your clumsiness for what happened next, because one second you were fixing your sande on the foot of the fountain, and next thing you knew you were crashing into a firm body, your nose hitting the random stranger’s chest.

"I’m so sorry! I’m kinda late to class and I wasn’t looking and- whoa, ow.” You rushed your words, groaning when you felt blood rush from your head to toe, nose throbbing with double vision, a reminder of your clumsiness. 

“Whoa, hey calm down, it’s okay, I wasn’t looking either.” The stranger said, his thick South Western accent snapping you out of your self pity. 

You felt blood rush to your cheeks instead, not anticipating your face in a flush this early in the morning, when you got a good look at the stranger. He was good looking, in his black high turtleneck and brown checkered pants. He had a small leather satchel clutched in his hands, face looking as flushed as you felt when you realised that you had been gawking at him.

He was probably no older than his mid twenties, making you wonder what he was doing in your university. He was too old to be a student, and too young to be a professor. But then again, you wouldn't judge him for joining college late.

Right? 

"S-sorry, you um, you must be really late, you should go." He stuttered, your heart fluttering at his dimpled chin and thick accent. His eyes were gleaming in the morning sun, captivating in a way that left you in awe. 

"Um yeah, I am." You nodded, composing yourself, hoping that you didn't look too sleep deprived or disheveled, "where are you going, if you don't mind me asking."  

"Um, the architecture wing?" He said, unconsciously stepping besides you.

"Oh, I'm going that way. Is it your first time coming here? Haven't seen you around." You asked, trying not to stare at his sharp jawline and the way the morning sun hit him just right, illuminating and accentuating his curly brown hair. 

"Yeah, it's my first lecture, so um, looks like I'm late too." He smiled. It was infectious, you noticed as you mirrored his expression. 

"Oh, you're a student?" 

"Actually, I'm a professor. Just transferred from UCL." 

So you were right, he was a professor. He looks so young though. You thought, nodding at him, your thoughts interrupted by his laugh. Looking at him with confusion, you raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, everyone says that. I started right after finishing graduation so, I guess I'm not much older than you." He smiled, kicking the small pebbles littered around the set grassy ground. It had just rained, the smell of wet ground still fresh. 

"I said that out loud didn't I?" You smirked, ducking your head to hide. 

"You did." 

Entering the building, you realised that you hadn't asked which subject he taught, crossing your fingers and hoping that he would replace the old bastard that taught you cultural architecture. 

"I forgot to ask, which lecture do you teach?" You asked, looking for your class in the end. The hallways were empty, it was way past your first lecture and all the students were already in the auditorium. 

"Oh, uh, British History." He answered. You didn't let disappointment show too much on your face, smiling shyly before gesturing towards the class, "that's you." 

"Oh, um thank you." He smiled, pursing his thin lips together as he walked towards the class. You could hear screaming of the students as you both neared the classroom, you still standing by the door, "I didn't get your name." 

His question snapped you out of your disappointed gaze, 

"Oh, it's Y/n. Y/n L/n." You said with a smile. 

"Pleasure to meet you Y/n, I'm Thomas Holland, but you can call me Tom." He said awkwardly, before turning back to his class, who had yet to notice him.

"The pleasure's all mine Professor." 

For the first time in your college life, you didn't feel like tearing your hair off during your lecture, your thoughts wandering around. You wanted to berate yourself for not paying attention, but your thoughts kept going there. 

It was funny, how you met him not long ago and he was already taking up residence in your brain. You could not control your feelings after all. Something akin to nausea or excitement eased into your stomach when you pictured his smile, his black turtleneck that accentuated his biceps and pectorals. The little rebellious eyebrow and the tiny scar above it. 

It made your heart flutter, everything seemingly seemed to stop around you. It scared you a bit, how You had managed to envision the little details of his face in your brain after such a short duration. 

You didn't realise that you were smiling until you felt a nudge on your side, making you nearly jump on your seat. 

"What?!" You hissed, scowling at your classmate. 

"Who're you thinking about?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she leaned towards you. You had known her long enough to know her name but never bothered learning, and you were too scared to ask now. 

"It's none of your business." You muttered, glancing up to see your professor scowling at a student as they stood up. 

"Well okay, but did you hear about the hot new professor? Apparently he's teaching British History, I regret not taking that as a subject now." She said, her cheeks flushed with excitement. You furrowed your brows, feeling a pang in your chest at the realisation that you were probably just another girl with a stupid crush on the hot professor, that there were already girls who would die to feel his touch. 

"How do you know about him?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as you try to act nonchalant. You weren't being subtle, apparently, because you could see her snapping her bubblegum with a smirk, leaning forward as if trading secrets. 

"You kidding right? Everyone knows about him, you got a crush on him or something?" She suggested, scooting close enough to make you squirm. 

"I literally just met him, and ew, he's a professor, why would I see him that way?" You whisper, willing your heart to stop palpitating at the thought of said professor, your gut twisting in anticipation. 

"I don't know girl, he's hot and young and so much better than this bastard." She sighed, leaning on her palm with a fake dreamy expression. 

You went back to ignoring her after that, noticing how her notebook said 'Eloise'. At least you didn't have to ask her her name now. 

Your class went surprisingly well, or maybe it was because you weren't paying attention and thinking about him again. You really needed to get a grip on yourself. 

Walking out of your class, you decided to go to the cafeteria, your stomach begging for your attention.

Setting your things on a table, you took out your phone to scroll through Instagram, before switching it off and looking around the cafeteria. You didn't know what you were expecting to see, but your stomach was gurgling with hunger and nothing made sense when you were hungry. 

Walking to grab something to eat, you pick up your bag, hanging it over one of your shoulders before getting in the line. 

Just as you were about to turn with your bun and cup of coffee, you crashed into someone for the second time that day. Cursing your clumsiness, you heard a familiar British accent curse not very colourful words, making you stumble over as you tried to wipe off the hot coffee off his shirt.

"Hey, it's okay." He said, stopping your frantic gestures by holding your wrist with his to cease any movements.

"Professor Holland! I'm so sorry, it's like, I'm just clumsy. I have no excuse." You sighed in resignation, mentally facepalming at spilling your coffee at the hot professor. 

"It's okay darling, I've had much worse spilled on me." He smirked, his hand still holding on to yours. You had started walking away from the location, and yet his hand didn't let go, "You know, I used to babysit during my college days." 

"Oh, babysitting, right of course." You chuckled awkwardly, chest heaving with the sudden close proximity with the professor, dissipating the not quite PG thought that just occurred in your mind at his words.. 

"Sorry for-" You said in unison with him, chuckling. 

"You go first." He said.

"I'm sorry for spilling coffee on You, it must have hurt and I ruined your shirt and now there's a big splotch of coffee right in the middle!" You said, circling your fingers around your palm as you walked with your back to the exit as you walked out of the cafeteria, food forgotten and him following your pace. 

Before you could continue your awkward blabber, you were standing in the garden outside, leaning against a pillar with the garden in your view looking golden in the setting sun. He was standing in your view, the shadows around his jaw making it look sharp enough to cut glass. 

Taking a breath, you looked up at his smiling form with confusion when he didn't answer, instead leant onto the pillar next to you.

"You were... gonna say something?" You reminded, smiling awkwardly as you fiddled with your fingers.

"Oh? Oh! Oh yes yes, You know, I was kind of disappointed that you weren't in my class, Mister Wilson talks very highly of you." He said, folding his arms on his chest, it made his biceps bulge. 

"He does?" You looked at him with surprise, guilt panging in your chest when you remembered yourself bad mouthing the professor not long ago. 

"Yes, says you're a bright student with a bright future." He answered, leaning his head back so that his neck was exposed, Adam's Apple bobbing as he gulped, his hair falling into place perfectly against his forehead. The arch of his neck was beautiful, tracing it with your eyeballs as you imagined which other curves of his were as beautiful, immediately dismissing those thoughts, chastising yourself for thinking such a way of a professor. 

"That's… sweet of him. I've never heard him compliment me once in the two and half years I've been in his class." You chuckle, leaning your elbow on the pillar to get a better look at his side profile. 

"Hmm, he says he's hard on you because he wants you to do your best..." 

You stopped listening past that, your breath growing more erratic the more he talked, his smooth voice washing over you like warm honey with a squeeze of lemon. Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, your heart leaping, leaving you nauseous and in a dream like trance. 

Tom noticed immediately, noticing your slouched posture as you stared at him with a small smile, the upturn of your lips so inviting that he almost dived in, wanting to know the feeling of them what they felt like against his. 

He wasn't the kind to date his students, in fact, he rarely dated after joining uni and becoming a professor. 

He strictly believed that student/teacher relationships should end in only a professional non romantic set up. That was all up until he crashed into you that morning. 

You had been in his mind all day, stirring him crazy as he imagined your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your subject of interest, the say your fingers fiddled with the ring you wore on your index finger. 

He wondered if this feeling would last forever or become a vague memory, an attraction of hearts that didn't last but felt good till it did. If he was rushing, or if you even felt the same way. 

He was smart, of course that's how he became a teacher, but he still couldn't place your feelings. 

So when he saw you staring at him, his heart leaping in his throat at your adorable smile, the only logical answer his brain gave was that you liked him too. Temporary attraction or not, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in it's mouth. 

Next thing he knew your lips were crashing onto his, your chest pressed against his firmly as your hands reached up to the base of his neck. 

Your fingers were soft, tongue swishing against his as he opened his mouth to let you enter. His hands automatically reach for your waist, holding onto firmly as he slammed you against the pillar. 

The sun was nearly down, the last of the rays hitting the garden, lighting you both up in a golden glow that left you breathless with a fire raging in your souls. 

"What do you say that I audit for British history? I'd like to learn more lessons from you, Professor Holland." You said, breathless against his chest, hiding your nose against his sternum, blood rushing to your ears as his warm hand burned against the bare skin underneath your shirt. 

"That would be great darling, anything to see your pretty smile every morning." 

A/N: let me know what you think! :)

[husbandomail-archive]

Hi there, Jojo! I'm the previous anon's friend who asked about the matchups and I would like to humbly ask you for a matchup please? Thank you!

Gender: Female (afab), she/her/hers

Series: Bakugan, Jojo (any parts , just no villains please EXCEPT FOR La Squadra) and Digimon!

Match-Up Preferrence: I'm actualily biromantic asexual and I like both but I usually lean more on towards guys!

Personality:

Oh boy,,,, I don't honestly know how to start this one but my personality depends on the people I'm usually around with but so far my sister has described my personality can be 'extreme, that has no in between' like I can be extremely nice but also can be extremely mean but I have more to me than meets the eye actually! Here are some of my traits listed down (I would describe this the way most people would describe it like the ones we see on character profiles but anyways)

For the positive ones I have:

-smart

-introspective

-looks out for others

-kind

-creative

-funny

-ambitious

-determined

-charming

-brings positive energy to conversations

-seems to speak with gentle words

-willing to change

-sticks to personal opinions but is happy to learn from a mistake (if spoken to nicely and not yelled at)

-empathetic

-loyal

-will do anything for their loved ones

-humble

-stands up for what's right and will fight someone for you (not in a literal way but it still counts) and will not hesitate to defend them or call the person out on their bs

-curious

-is the designated 'chaotic wine aunt/gremlin/ mom friend'

-brave

-understanding and very wise

Negative ones:

-spends a lot of time in my head than being down to earth

-gives out advices to other people but never follows them

-always has to prove people wrong

-sarcastic at times

-cynical

-procrastinates

-has to rely on other people's opinions to see who I really am because I dont know who I am at certain days

-sharp-tongued

-tends to forget about other people and or forgets to do certain things but always says 'I'll do it later' (its bc of my adhd)

-people always assume that I have low EQ

-often, if not, commonly perceived as grumpy and always angry

-stubborn but not reckless

-is either cautious or too trusting of people at times to the point it just becomes a mess

-introverted

-sometimes would prefer the easy way out than the hard road taken

-seen as scatter-brained

-pretends everything is okay when clearly, it's not

-doesnt want to be seen or perceived as weak

-too independent and believes that I can do everything by myself when in reality I just don't like asking people for help because I think I'm a bother to them

-has the mindset that no one will love me for me

-likes love but is afraid to be with someone to avoid getting hurt or hurting someone

Passions, Hobbies and Goals:

-Well as of now, my main goal is to finish up college and become successful and be rich eventually but also I'd also love to like, if ever I got to like have enough money, be able to donate it to organisations that need it and whatnot and I'm a huge supporter and advocate for animal welfare, rights for minorities, women's rights and everything in between as long as they're honest and provide receipts.

Though I dont exactly like do work like they do, for example, field work, I just want to help out in any way I can and the best thing I could do is to spread awareness and talk about these kinds of issues whenever I can (and once I have like sufficient knowledge about the topic itself)

As for my hobbies, I got lots of them to the point my grandma says I'm the jack of all trades but the master of none. Most of them are artistic exploitations such as drawing, listening to music (or playing music since I have like instruments of my own), writing, crafting, cooking and reading, I also like learning about the occult and I usually dabble with divination and astrology and I collect stuff like funko pops and books but I'm usually seen on my phone and being on social media where I shitpost memes to my friends and talking to them or I'm playing games like Stardew Valley!

I think that's about it! Thank you, Jojo! Hope you have a great day/night/afternoon! 💕💕💕😘😘😘🌸🌸🌸✨✨✨

I apologize for taking so long, please thank your friend for her patience with me!

I’d pair you with Gus Grav!

I’ll admit, getting to know each other would be rough at first— it’s very difficult to get past his emotional walls, and the way you’re always running at full throttle in any direction might be a bit much for him until you both know each other better. That being said, he manages to work alongside someone like Shadow Prove, so you’ve got a good shot at working your way into his life.

Once the two of you properly get to know each other, Gus quietly admits to himself that he prefers your company over some of his coworkers; even some of the traits you call negative appeal to him. You’re both introverted, meaning you know when he needs to be left alone; you might think being sharp-tongued is a negative, but he thinks it’s amusing when you whittle Lync’s ego down to size. He also appreciates your general introspective nature— he’s spent far too long with a group of impulsive idiots, so it’s refreshing to have someone who can sit back and strategize together.

We know Gus is interested in humanity, so he’d find your hobbies really interesting no matter what; yeah sure, the vestals have music and art, but there’s just something different when you’re the one doing it. He’d love to watch you sketch and paint, or sit quietly and listen to you practicing instruments whether you’re good or bad with them. He’ll also listen intently whenever you discuss astrology— he might not believe in it himself, but Earth has constellations far different from the ones he’d grown up with, and he’s curious about what you believe in them.

Gus really is willing to work around a lot of things for the people he loves. Once you’re in his life, he’s much more patient than he would’ve been otherwise; he’s observant enough to notice when you’re quietly slipping back into yourself and away from the world around you. Gus is also introspective and keeps to himself, so he’s willing to make a deal on that front— he’ll be open about everything with you, but only if you do the same in turn. It’s difficult to be vulnerable, especially when you’re so used to being isolated and alone, but the two of you can grow past that together.

[serenadeonacanoe]

Honestly, I'd piss him off on purpose. (Namjoon x OFC)

Pairing: Namjoon x Original Female Character

Genre/Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, too tired to beta

Tags: Artist!Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae are the best flatmates, Enemies to Lovers I guess... more like brats to making out in the storage unit, OFC is an idiot.

Summary:

"Wow. Is that that grumpy artist behind you? Jesus. He really looks like a bit of a dick. And you are right. He really is hot..." Oh no. Speakerphone. Namjoon was standing behind me and was staring at me. Then at my phone. He let out a little laugh, then raised his hand to wave at Tae and Yoongi outside who were now also staring at him as if frozen, before turning around in unison. As if that would help. As if he couldn't see them. Or better even... couldn't hear them.

[...]

Mister Darcy has nothing on Kim Namjoon - that new and upcoming artist you probably already heard of (You haven't? How dare you? At least have the decency to pretend you have!). He is cold, serious, and rather good at making other people believe he is a prick. Especially Elizabeth Bennet - uh... Charlotte - is about to lose it because of him. Maybe in a good way. Man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.

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CHAPTER 1

Even the sound of my own nails rhythmically tapping on the top of the counter was annoying me. To be fair, it didn't need much today to blow my fuze that had never been particularly long in the first place. But after a week consisting of being belittled by old white men and endless hours of unpaid overtime I about had it. Welcome to the art world. You know well before you enter that the hours are horrible and the job market is more than frustrating, but you love art and you have good organisational skills, you are resilient, charming when it counts and tend to romanticize things even when you know you shouldn't. It's too late to turn around now.

"That is why I don't use an agenda or notebook. If something is important enough for me to attend I simply won't forget. I know you youngsters are all about the bullet journaling and expressing yourself by mapping out your life but it really is just another way to procrastinate instead of getting to actual work." For a second I considered throwing my damn notebook in the buyer's face, but that probably wouldn't have helped my CV and the new job I would have to look for starting tomorrow. At least I should have screamed at him a little. Mainly, that I didn't care, that I was on my period and my shitty shower in the shitty flat i shared had broken and no dry shampoo in the world had fixed my hair this morning and that god damn it, how the hell was I supposed to remember every phone number, every call my boss had to take, every art handling transport I had organized if I couldn't write it down somewhere. Instead, I smiled. Died a little on the inside and complimented him on the gift of his exceptional memory and asked whether he would like another cup of coffee.

"What a dick." Samantha murmured, more to herself than me, after the guy had finally left, which made me snort under my breath. She usually didn't say much but when she did it was usually pure gold. In the end, it didn't matter that he was. Didn't matter that everyone at the gallery thought the art he had bought from us over the last couple of months had neither been smart nor impressive purchases. Mainly expensive. And flashy.

"Doesn't matter now." I said in a sigh after a quick glance at the clock. It was Friday night and we were about to close. Since it was my birthday on Monday I had taken two days off, about the longest break I had had this year and I was looking forward to being the lazy slob for a few days I was maybe always meant to be. In silence we answered a few last emails, tidied up the desks and counters so that potential buyers that would come in over the weekend wouldn't have to suspect anyone was actually working here. - A white desk. A huge Imac on it. That was all they needed to see, folders and pens and apparently especially agendas to be hidden away in drawers.

At five to eight I threw on my coat and Samantha just gave me a tired smile. Probably happy for me, just exhausted. "Have fun then? Don't get too wasted?" "Oh..." I said with a huge smug grin on my lips. "You have no idea... gonna take a bottle of Moët with me from the bar and drink it in my bathtub after eating a huge pepperoni pizza by myself and dancing to only the finest of 90s Euro Trash." I couldn't help it, apparently, I felt it necessary to give Sam a little demonstration, waving my arms up and down while swaying my hips in a way that I'd probably would not have if it hadn't been for a bit with an audience of a single person. Or maybe two?

A quiet scoff behind me and I quickly turned around, slowly lowering my arms, Sam biting her lower lip at the sight of me standing there like an idiot in front of HIM of all people.

Men didn't have to be old to annoy me. Or white. Yes, those were the ones that pissed me off most usually, but no one had managed to do so as much as Kim Namjoon recently. And now he was standing there, looking me up and down and stopping at my hair. The crazy too-much-dry-shampoo-because-the-shower-broke-hair. "Nice." He just commented and then looked over at Sam. "I'd like to take a last look before Sunday's opening if that is okay?" I stood there, my shoulders dropping, completely ignored.

"Uhm, actually, my babysitter has to leave in about an hour and I will have to be home before that." Samantha replied and I was impressed by how calm she stayed. "Of course." Namjoon said and gave her a slight smile. "Anyone else still around? Chris maybe?" Of course Chris hadn't been in today. It was Friday and unless important guests had announced themselves the owner of the gallery wasn't around on Fridays... "I am afraid not. But maybe Charlotte has a few minutes?" Well. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I felt a little betrayed. "Wouldn't want to keep anyone from their important Moët-Pizza-Dance Party plans." Namjoon replied before I could say a word. His voice once more dropping to a hushed, deep disapproval and his hands buried in the pockets of his rather expensive looking coat. Silence for a few moments and then he just walked off towards the room his exhibition had been set up all week. Showing without a further word that I would have to stay anyways if he wanted it that way.

"Well thank you for pushing me under the bus like that. Really appreciate it." "I am so sorry. But I was serious, I can't lose this babysitter. She got Jamie to eat vegetables. VEGETABLES!" Samantha suddenly seemed in a rush, grabbing her jacket and purse and showering me in promises she would make it up to me. Even though we both knew that wouldn't happen and wasn't necessary. Suddenly having to stay longer was normal. I just hated that it had to be today. And because of him.

I heard the door close behind Sam and I stood there for a second before putting my bag down again. Usually, I would have followed the artist, asking if I could somehow help, but nahhh... my ego was bruised up enough now, especially remembering the little dance. I closed my eyes. Fucking hated the guy. Always had. Well, not quite. I had thought he was cool for about five minutes when he had come in the first time. We had heard about him for quite a few months before, I think I had even seen pictures of him at some point, but those were nothing compared to him in real life. He came in all cheekbones and sharp chin and an all grey outfit, quick pace, observant gaze. Incredibly hot. He had also completely ignored me.

That's how it had started - a bruised ego. He couldn't know that it was my weak spot. Having studied art and its management and now feeling like a better secretary at times, when my colleagues and I were doing all the behind the scenes work while Chris worked very little hours and ended up with all the money and recognition. I was aware this wasn't the only field of work where this was the case, but it still frustrated me... I had imagined my life in the last years of my 20s to be a bit more glamorous than living in a tiny apartment on the outskirts of the city... spending my Friday night waiting for some rude artist dude to leave so I could lock up.

But what I perhaps hated most about him... was that I admired him. - Purely for his art. Really. Even the fact that he kept acting as if I wasn't around every time he came in didn't mean I couldn't admit that. At least to myself. The stories behind his huge colleagues were clever and thought through, but even without context, the pure aesthetics were mesmerizing. It was the kind of art that touched something deep inside of you and standing in front of it I always had a hundred questions. Whenever he brought in a new piece I was the first one to sneak a peek in the back rooms before it was hung.

"I don't get why you have such a problem with him. He is just... quiet. I think he might even be shy... stop being so sensitive and just ask him out already." I had almost strangled Sam for that comment a couple of weeks back. Stop being so sensitive. What did that even mean? Comments like that made me want to cry and scream at the same time, which probably would have been perceived as even more sensitive, but when had insensitivity become something to strive for? I had only kept quiet because I liked Sam and I knew what she had tried to say. At least I thought so. That I might have given less of a shit if I hadn't been rather attracted to Namjoon. Even though I had never mentioned it, she just knew. She knew if I didn't care about something I didn't waste my time on it. But if something made me angry or upset there was usually more to it. I hated that she could read me that easily. But he was still a dick and I still wanted to go home.

He took his sweet time. After an hour I walked up to him, a little speech prepared in my head about how he could come back first thing tomorrow. But when he turned around he just raised a hand between us to keep me from interrupting and turned away again. I hadn't seen that he was on the phone. "No, it's nothing, just one of the gallery employees." I heard him say and okay... if I wasn't about to explode before I was now. I stood there for a minute, fuming, and then simply walked back to the office area, my hand shaking when I started turning off the gallery lights one by one. It wasn't as satisfying as I had hoped but still felt good. Two minutes later the only lights still on were the one above my head and the one in front of the door. I would at least give him a clear direction where to head, he seemed to need it.

When Namjoon appeared out of one of the dark corners he looked even more annoyed than usual. Looking my direction through squinting eyes and his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek. "Seriously?" he yelled my way and almost walked into one of the little flyer shelves. Wasn't the first time I had seen that happen to him though so maybe that had nothing to do with the light.

I felt oddly triumphant. By the time I had put on my coat and turned off the remaining lights, ready to finally lock up, Namjoon had almost found his way, standing in the open door, still on his phone. A little groan from my side when he didn't even notice that I was standing behind me went by unnoticed. Or simply ignored. But instead of the appropriate clearing of the throat or the maybe less polite squeezing past him, I just put my hands on his back and gently pushed him forward a bit, until his feet hit the pavement and he turned around. Dropping his hand with the phone in it, for a second he looked like he wanted to push back. Or trample me.

"Okay, what the hell is your problem, Charlotte?" His voice was hoarse. His eyes dark. God, he was hot. I hated him so much. "You." I simply replied and stared at him for a second, then turned around and locked the two locks on the door before stepping over to the alarm system. I couldn't help feeling smug because apparently, he knew my name. I imagined him staring at the back of my head because he was flustered, but couldn't be sure. All I knew was that when I turned around again a minute later he was still standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his lips pressed together forming a straight line and watching me.

"Do you always act like that at work around people who could get you into trouble?" He was right, he could get me into trouble. But I was too fired up now, my heart racing. "Is that a threat?" "An observation." "Only around the ones I don't like." "Cool." "Great." "Enjoy the dance party. Sounds shit."

And with those words he had turned around, coat flying open in the wind, unfortunately making him look really cool as he walked away and I ABSOLUTELY HATED HIM. I kept my mouth shut and just walked off in the other direction, realizing minutes later that my car was parked the other way, but I kept walking for a while before I finally turned around. It took a while to calm down and only cuddling up to my cat on the couch to trash tv finally did the job. But by then I had realized something I wasn't sure I liked too much. Yeah, I thought he was a prick. And yeah I should have just played it cool. Would have been much smarted in many regards. But I also had somewhat enjoyed myself in the most fucked up way.

Seeing that stern look, that intense posture as he was towering over me... man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.

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[sofreddie]

Friday Feature: May 7, 2021

Welcome to Feature Friday, where every Friday I feature a different Fanfic Writer’s blog. This week’s Feature Blog is:

Link to Masterlist

About the Author:

I’m a college professor with a writing hobby that I can’t give enough attention to. I like to think I live in the woods in a little cottage, but the truth is that I’m just a homebody in a relatively large town in Eastern NC. I’m a procrastinator with a colorful repertoire that drinks a lot of coffee and hates folding laundry (but I do it anyway). A massive reader/lover of all things Jensen Ackles and Dean Winchester. I actually began my love of Supernatural by walking randomly into my mother-in-law’s house one afternoon and I caught the end of “Yellow Fever” where Jensen lip syncs “Eye of the Tiger”. I lost myself in his green eyes right in front of my husband and in-laws and never looked back.

Fun fact: Jensen wrote one of my tattoos for me.

Author’s Fave Personal Fics:

It Was You (Series Masterlist)

Summary: A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers Series: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

Why the author likes this fic:

My most recent series that came with all the holiday feels. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy and it’s a friends to lovers fic, which is my personal favorite trope.

Ever After

Summary: An Enchanted!Themed Dean X Reader One Shot: Dean and the reader are investigating some mysterious happenings in Louisiana that they suspect to be a witch. When they arrive, things are not as they seem and they find themselves transported to an alternate universe where things get… weird.

Why the author likes this fic:

This was originally written for a Disney themed challenge and the film I selected was Enchanted. I actually still think about this fic a lot, and it is one of my favorites.

Moments (Series Masterlist)

Summary: Another Jensen x Reader Series: Attending a convention has always been a dream - and that dream is now a reality. Little did you know a clumsy run-in would lead to meeting one of your favorite actors. Who knows what the weekend will hold.

Why the author likes this fic:

My first completed series holds a special place in my heart. Inspired by an actual dream of mine and an anonymous ask combined, I loved the characters I got to use in this story and how the story played out. I’m still hoping to include an epilogue, but it’ll happen one of these days.

Author’s Fic Recommendations:

Legally Yours (Series Masterlist) by @smol-and-grumpy

Summary: Dean Winchester tops the list of hottest entrepreneurs 2020 and yet, there’s still something he wants but can’t have because, in order to get that, he would have to settle down and get married. She agrees too quickly because she wants to secure a more comfortable life for her and her daughter. Will she be able to help Dean get what he wants without losing herself in the fake story they spin up to deceive his father and the world?

Why the author likes this fic:

(A) @smol-and-grumpy is much better at summaries than I am. (B) I am legitimately obsessed with this series. I will have it in print one of these days. It’s hot, fluffy, angsty, and it pulls your heart strings in a million different directions, but its also hottt. I dropped everything I was doing each time I got an update and chapter after chapter astonished me with talent in writing. It pulled me in and never let go and I’m so grateful for it.

The Arrangement (Series Masterlist) by @ravengirl94

Summary: In an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Why the author likes this fic:

(A) I’m realizing I suck as summaries (B) I’m noticing a trend in my all-time-favorite-series C) I have read this series about 100 times and I’m not exaggerating. It is my go-to comfort fic and has me in feels every time. I adore it more than I can say. @ravengirl94’s characterization of Dean in this fic is breathtaking, and the plot is incredible.

Flashes; (Series Masterlist) by @our-jensen-ackles-love

Summary: Playboy Jensen Ackles is hurting his television show’s image. Every time he promised to get his act together, it’d last for about a week before pictures emerge of him half-drunk with some broad on his arm. Fed up and desperate, his agent decides their only hope to save some face is to write up a contract with a nobody girl who could use the money while getting to play the role of Jensen’s girlfriend.

It was only for a year and it was only for the photos.

But feelings don’t always follow the rules, do they?

Why the author likes this fic:

(A) Do you notice the trend now? I have a fake-dating au obsession (and when you mix that with a little bit of gruff Jensen/Dean in the beginning… OOF). (B) I’ve told her many times, but this is my fave by my fave. I adore @our-jensen-ackles-love to infinity and beyond and this is the series that started my friendship with her. I screamed incoherently at her in a message because Flashes; was giving me all the emotions and I fell deeply in love with it, and then I never left her alone after that.

[SOFreddie Note: Flashes lives rent-free in my brain. Forever.]

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Summary: Sometimes when you’re sick, you’re not actually sick; or the one where Nesta doesn’t want to go out with the Inner Circle and instead of being left on her own Feyre, Elain, and Cassian opt to stay with her. Featuring a grumpy Nesta for most of this fic.  

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Her sisters keep looking at her. She can see their not-so-subtle glances as they casually reach for the shelf next to her or explain that they need to grab a book somewhere behind. The light is dim, you’ll hurt your eyes if you read in the dark. It’s been a few hours, try a snack.

They’re ruminating, she decides as Feyre stares deeply at where she sits on the armchair and minds her own business. Yet there comes Elain with a plate full of cookies and the gaggle of the rest of them entering the large foyer.

Feyre does this on purpose, she thinks, making the estate’s library in the center of the living room. Perhaps, Feyre knows that if she wants her older sister out in public, she has to entice her with solitude.

Truthfully, they’ve been this way since her and Cassian’s inevitable return.

She supposes it’s her own fault, for giving them the cold shoulder, for being oddly quiet about her life in Illyria. 

And, Cassian doesn’t tell them anything. Nesta likes watching them squirm enough that she simply stares ahead, a curious gleam in her eyes as they ask her a question she will not respond to. All of them try to ask, even Amren who outright questions whether she’s back to her old self.

Nesta scoffs, old self. She has not changed. All she’s learned is to hide it better or reap the consequences.

But something must be different about her, because Feyre and Elain will not leave her alone. She sighs, pursing her lips as the bedraggled gang set themselves into the chairs nearest her. Cassian taking up the whole loveseat, Mor hiking herself onto the desk as Azriel goes to the window, his shadows following. Amren sets herself up on the coffee table, puzzles already strewn about in pieces and Rhysand… he goes to Feyre as he always does. Nesta resists rolling her eyes as they do that thing they often do where they talk into each other’s minds. She wonders if they actually think they’re being inconspicuous.

Cassian looks to her casually, but she does not meet his gaze, opting for sinking further into her seat and hiking her book up to her knees.

“Well, I think we should celebrate your return with a night out at Rita’s,” Mor offers brightly.

“That seems more like a celebration for you,” Azriel chimes, his tone light even in the deep, sardonic notes.

Mor shrugs. “Maybe it is. I quite frankly am glad your back,” She points to Azriel and Amren, “these two were no fun while you were away. And those two—” Mor points to Feyre and Rhys who both turn at the same time, “well... they were the same.”

Cassian laughs, and Nesta sinks further in her chair as they talk around her. Talk as if she’s not there as if she doesn’t really exist. Just another book on the shelf, another window to peer out of. As nameless as one of the puzzle pieces that bedeck mahogany lines.

TO BE Continued...

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I’m clearly procrastinating other things, but I’m so freakin’ bored and I have nothing better to do, and one-shots right now are all I can handle. 

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[meliaaizawa]

MARRIAGE STORY

Inspired by the intro to Marriage Story, when Charlie and Nicole go over what they love about each other, but Sho and Mei are NOT getting a divorce.

Word count: 1,478

~What I love about Shota~

What I love about Shota… Shota doesn’t care what others think of him. He is sure of himself and his abilities. He is skilled and strong yet is never proud. Shota loves coffee and drinks at least two cups a day… the caffeine doesn’t affect him in any way, he just loves the flavor. Shota is a simple man and is content with the things he has and is never in want of anything new or improved. Though Shota is always grumpy, deep down, I know him to be soft and incredibly kind. Though he rarely lets even his friends see that side of him, I can see through his tough guy act. He especially enjoys cuddling our cats and taking care of them at home. Shota is incredibly fit and healthy. He doesn’t diet… in fact, he usually eats like crap. His metabolism and hero work manages to keep up with him though, so there’s really no need to worry about what he eats. His genuine smile melts my heart, but it can only be seen during rare candid moments. If he actually tries to smile, the result is horrifying… but cute.

Though he’d never admit it, Shota loves kids. He is a wonderful teacher and mentor to so many. He knows the best way to push his students to make them become better. Even if his methods are more strict than the average teacher, he is well meaning. I know he would make the best father. Shota isn’t a fan of PDA, much like me. When we are alone though, he loves touch… whether it’s his arm around me, us holding hands, or even just our feet barely touching under the kitchen table, I think physically feeling that I am with him brings him comfort. Shota can play the bass. He hates playing in front of others, and he doesn’t have any opportunities to do so, so hearing him play is rare. For a guy who doesn’t care about appearance, Shota can be bashful when it comes to the attention of others, especially when he is dressed up nicely. I think he likes his appearance to be overall disheveled so that most people wouldn’t give him a second glance… plus he’s just lazy. Anytime he has to dress up in a suit, he hates it. I think he looks handsome either way.

Though he seems irritable at times, Shota never raises his voice at me and is so incredibly patient in dealing with my indecisiveness. He makes quick decisions, so he is always willing to help where I struggle. He is also the best at giving advice. He thinks everything through rationally and is able to view a situation from every angle when assessing it. Shota is an immense help around the house. He helps me with the dishes and folding laundry and cleaning. It gives us even more time together, even if we don’t say a word while cleaning. Shota is rarely cleanshaven, which I prefer. I always love the familiar feeling of his scruffy face when he kisses me or rests his head on me. Part of me thinks it’s because he’s just lazy, but at the same time I’m convinced he keeps the scruff because I just love it. Shota is a good listener. I don’t always have a lot to say, but when I do, he just sits and listens. He will also comfort me when I am sad and knows just what to say if I am feeling lonely or unworthy.

Shota is an incredibly hard worker. He stays up late nearly every night, either out on hero patrol, or finishing grading his papers. He never procrastinates and gets everything done in a more than timely manner. If Shota cared about ranks, he would easily be in Japan’s top 10 heroes. He is incredibly accurate in the use of his capture weapon, his strategy when going against villains is always spot on, and he makes the most of his quirk, despite its many drawbacks. He is also strong- both in mind and in body, and has saved countless people, even if they didn’t realize it, since he always works behind the scenes. Shota is very eloquent in the way he speaks. He may look homeless, but the man is incredibly smart. He puts a lot of thought into what he says and how he says it. He never wastes his words. He is also not afraid to speak his mind and is always willing to put people in their place if he must.

~What I love about Meiya~

What I love about Meiya… Meiya loves to eat. I don’t know where she puts it all away, as she has an overall fit body, but she seems to always have a pair of chopsticks or a snack in her hand. She always has food in the house. Not just enough for us, but also enough for any unwanted guests that may show up. Meiya has an air of self-confidence. Though I know that she often doubts herself, she doesn’t let it show. She doesn’t care what others think of her and is always genuinely herself no matter the audience. Because of this, others are often comfortable being themselves around her, so she had a lot of friends because of this. Meiya is diligent in everything that she does. She keeps our home clean despite its unorganized appearance, and she always decorates our home in her own way. I never cared about decorations, but our home is more presentable thanks to her. Meiya is loyal to a fault. She trusts others easily, and until that trust is broken somehow, she is fully devoted to that person and would sacrifice herself for them. She likes being unique and never conforms to those around her. In fact, she oftentimes goes out of her way to try and be different.

Though I can be incredibly stubborn, Meiya is constantly patient with me. She knows how to convince me to do things I don’t want to and is usually willing to stand in the gap between me and those I don’t want to interact with. I can’t tell you how many small talk conversations she has saved me from. Meiya doesn’t necessarily need to be romanced in the classical sense of giving her flowers and chocolate. She prefers to just have quality time. A simple kiss on the cheek, a nap together in the sleeping bag, or a bowl of freshly made ramen are enough to remind her how much I love her. Meiya is one of the most competent heroes I know. She is proficient in using many different kinds of quirks, she is a skilled fighter, she cares for others deeply, and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect her loved ones and society. She is also a wonderful teacher. The kids are all just drawn to her, and she is incredibly kind and helpful in the way she helps the students learn more about their quirks.

Meiya loves karaoke. She gets overly competitive when going out with Mic and Ectoplasm. Although she claims she can’t sing well, she has a nice voice, but even more amazing is how well she knows all of the songs and is able to hit every word and note with accuracy. I just enjoy watching. Though Meiya is not a huge cat person, she was willing to get cats with me. She loves them too, though I doubt she would admit it, and she takes time throughout her day to play with them and care for them. Meiya is emotionally strong and a dependable wife. She remains level-headed in stressful situations, and she knows how to support those around her. Despite this emotional strength, she still cries frequently when watching movies. Meiya goes to sleep early and wakes up early, though I am more of a night owl. She will often fall asleep on the couch with me while I grade papers. Even her tired, unconscious presence is enough to make me feel at home. It also gives me the chance to carry her to bed and tuck her in on those nights.

Meiya is a responsible adult, but she is also a child at heart. She would prefer to go to an arcade or festival over a fancy restaurant or party any day. And as far as gifts go, she would much rather have the latest volume of her favorite manga over a piece of jewelry. Along with being a pro hero, Meiya also enjoys dabbling in support things like costume designing. She has an eye for art, and she is good at anything she sets her mind to. Meiya packs us both lunch every day, because she knows I like her food over Lunch Rush’s. We often eat in the teachers lounge, but we also find ourselves on the rooftop, where we used to eat as high schoolers.

[kageyuji]

Hi!!! Can I request some hcs for todoroki, bakugou and kirishima with an s/o who’s always super sleep deprived/ super exhausted and they come to find out it’s because she constantly procrastinated her school work and stays up late into the AM to finish their work

Taglist: @transmantrash @rycbar-221b @squeaky-ducky

Todoroki -

He doesn’t really mind that you’re sleep deprived, or that you’re sleepy all the time, he’s more worried about your health than anything else

So he does a little snooping around and it turns out you’re pulling all nighters left and right

He instantly feels worried about you ever more, so he ends up asking you if you need any help in your classes

Nope, you just don’t know how to get work done lmao

So he starts sending you little messages through out the day, reminding you to do your work

And he gives you mini-deadlines, like saying he needs you to have a certain part of it done by the end of the day

It’s not like he does anything if you don’t meet his “deadline” but it somehow tricks your subconscious into believing you’ve to get stuff done

But you do get to play with his hair if you meet his deadline so personally I would get my work done

Bakugou -

This bitch, I stg

He was that one kid who finished projects the day after receiving the rubric it was me, I was that kid too I’m so sorry

So he is not used to procrastination, doesn’t really understand why you can’t focus and just get the task done

But he will regress

He doesn’t really know how to get you to do your work, so he ends up just helping you with it

He’s actually smart, despite seeming like the biggest asshole to everyone around him

He gets a little grumpy in the morning when he didn’t get his full 12 hours of sleep, but he’ll live to fight another day I think

It takes you half the time to finish your work with him around to help you, so you don’t lose quite as much sleep anymore

Bonus points cause sometimes he’s sleepy and falls asleep on all the papers and you get to draw a lil mustache on his face in marker.

He can’t kill you cause you’re his S/O and would die without you, no matter how many times he tells you he’s going to blast you when he’s finished cleaning his face off

I got distracted I’m so sorry what were we talking about-

Kirishima -

Literally the sweetest ever someone get me a Kirishima rn

Anyway so he knew you were feeling a little sleep deprived, no one getting enough sleep has bags under their eyes that dark

So he does his snooping and finds out that you’re procrastinating on doing your class work

He can’t deny that he has done that on several occasions

He’s definitely hit submit on some essays at 11:59 PM that’s all in saying

But he doesn’t want you to get a low or failing grade because you procrastinate, so he devised a plan, a system, a whole ass intricate scheme to get you to do your work

I don’t think you’re ready to hear this, I’m big brain not really someone come take tumblr away from me

He withholds kisses

Any time you’re up late doing work because you procrastinate, no kisses

When he sees that you’ve done your work during free time and actually got a good night’s rest in? Kiss attack

Believe me it hurts him to not be able to kiss you more than it hurts you

He’s just always so affectionate, it’s killing him but the red boi cares about you and he wants you to be healthy

[vex-bittys]

Flufftober 2020: Day Three

Prompt: College/University AU

Pairing: SpicyHoney

Category: Romantic

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Stretch walked into his Human Cultural Studies classroom on his first day of college and nearly turned around and walked right back out again. Of course his brother had criticized him about his decision to delay college for a few years… and then a few years more, but he never imagined that he’d put off his education long enough that a childhood friend (and unrequited high school crush) would end up being his professor.

Obviously, Edge considered his education and career a priority and had focused on it immediately following their high school graduation. It didn’t surprise Stretch. He admired the goal-driven skeleton for his ambition and tenacity, the very same attributes that made scoring a date with the other skeleton extremely unlikely for a dedicated ne’er-do-well like himself. As if to underscore this fact, Edge scowled at him the moment he slouched into the classroom and sank into a seat in the back of the room.

The scowl maintained its position on Edge’s angular features as the skeleton professor prowled through the room, handing each student a hefty course syllabus. When he arrived at Stretch’s seat, the scowl transformed into a smirk. Stretch reached for the syllabus, and Edge yanked it away, holding it just out of his reach.

“NICE TO SEE THAT YOUR MODUS OPERANDI OF PROCRASTINATION AND LAZINESS HAS SUBSIDED, CARROT,” Edge said, voice pitched low so that only Stretch could hear his words. Stretch could see that Edge’s tongue was still as sharp as his cheekbones, but he loved antagonistic repartee. 

“wrong as ever, Edgy McEdgelord. i intend to procrastinate lazily throughout my entire indenture as a student here until i receive a degree that i will never use as i pursue my preferred career of wasting my life entirely through inactivity,” quipped Stretch, loudly enough for the other students to overhear. Several of his classmates tittered, but Edge just gave him a slow, knowing smile.

“GOOD LUCK TRYING TO PASS MY CLASS THEN.” He slammed the syllabus down on the tabletop in front of Stretch and stalked off with his usual grace, though his usual grace involved a hip sway that Stretch couldn’t help staring at.

It was going to be a long semester.

The first near-perfect test score might have been a fluke, but the next few established a pattern that Edge couldn’t deny. He stood next to Stretch’s usual seat near the door, shuffling through mediocre and abysmal papers to present the highest score in the class to the student that he had expected to do the worst. Secretly, though, the grumpy skeleton professor was proud of Stretch for applying himself and showing off the intelligence that few knew he possessed.

“TOP SCORE AGAIN, CARROT. AT LEAST SOMEONE IN THIS CLASS IS PAYING ATTENTION.” He actually handed the paper with its marked absence of red ink to Stretch instead of tossing it down onto the table as he so often did.

“when you’re up front lecturing, i just can’t look away,” Stretch admitted honestly. His SOUL ached, feelings that he thought had been laid to rest long ago stirring again any time the professor so much as glanced his way with those dangerous red eyelights. “to be honest, though, i’m surprised you remembered me that first day. i didn’t think you ever noticed me in high school.” Stretch winced at his own babbling.

“OF COURSE I REMEMBER YOU. HOW COULD I FORGET SUCH A-” Edge closed his mouth abruptly, scrambling for a word to replace “handsome” and change the tone of the sentence “- SUCH AN UNRELENTING SLACKER.” Edge lifted the other students’ test results to cover his blush and hurried back to his own desk.

It was going to be a long semester.

By the time the course ended, the tension between the two skeletons had only gotten stronger. Edge avoided Stretch like a highly contagious plague, and Stretch’s notebook contained more sketches of his professor than lecture notes. The end of the class should’ve been the end of the awkward teacher-student interactions, but Stretch couldn’t help checking the online course list for more classes taught by his rekindled crush.

Stretch’s eyelights scoured the classroom for any sign of seating and found none. Perplexed, he watched Edge stroll into the classroom, wearing something that definitely was not his usual tailored shirt, tie, and slacks. To Stretch’s untrained fashion eye(socket), the outfit resembled pajamas- something Stretch might wear on the first day of class, but Edge would never leave his house in under normal circumstances.

Stretch hid his confusion by calling out a question as Edge strode past him. “what am i in for this semester, Edgelord? philosophy of ancient civilizations? monster-human history and politics?” Stretch had picked a more advanced course, looking for a challenge… and another chance to impress the other skeleton.

“THIS IS ADVANCED JUDO,” Edge stated flatly. 

For once, Stretch had no response, and a wide smile crept across Edge’s features when he realized that he had the upper hand. Moving as swiftly as a striking cobra, Edge grabbed Stretch, spun, leaned, and tossed the slacker over his shoulder and onto the mat. Stretch laid on his back on the ground with an audible “oof,” completely stunned and just a little bit in love. 

“nice pajamas,” he wheezed.

“IT’S A JUDO GI,” sniffed Edge loftily, staring down at his student. “I AM GUESSING THAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS CLASS SO THAT YOU COULD SPEND YOUR TIME LOLLYGAGGING AND BEING UNCONSCIOUS ON THE FLOOR, BUT I AM HERE TO TEACH YOU. NOW GET UP.”

Edge offered Stretch his hand. Not suspecting any foul play, Stretch tried not to blush when their hands touched. Edge tugged Stretch upwards, then dropped backwards, falling to his back and using one leg to propel Stretch over his body and onto the mat behind him.

It was going to be a long semester… but Stretch kind of liked it.

The moment enrollment opened after the summer break, Stretch sat at his computer, scrolling through a list of professors to see which classes were available from Edge. He considered filling his entire semester exclusively with those classes, but he needed to work his way through the recommended curriculum if he actually wanted a degree and not just a chance to stare longingly at a handsome skeleton professor.

“is this advanced judo 2?” Stretch asked, a picture of innocence as he sank gratefully into a chair at the back of the classroom. Edge paused midway through writing a lesson outline on the whiteboard.

“NO. THIS IS PHILOSOPHY OF ANCIENT CIVILIZATIONS, THOUGH I’M NOT ABOVE PUNCTUATING MY LECTURES WITH JUDO FLIPS IF YOU’D PREFER THAT METHOD OF LEARNING.” The writing resumed.

The judo flips proved to be unnecessary; Stretch aced the course as easily as he’d aced the others. The lanky skeleton was a single semester away from an Associate’s Degree with a sterling 4.0 grade point average and the acclamation of every professor and department head that he encountered. His chosen degree entailed English credits, though, and Stretch could no longer put them off. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that Edge led the English department and handled all of the high level courses personally. 

Basic English and literature classes filled quickly, but the high level classes required Edge’s personal stamp of approval for any student who dared to request them. Stretch submitted his course schedule online, and Edge invited him for an interview the very next day. This would be a one-on-one meeting in Edge’s office, and Stretch found himself uncharacteristically nervous at the thought of facing Edge alone.

Stretch knocked on the door to the English administrative office, and when Edge called for him to enter, he did so with an attempt at his trademark humor.

“is this the Doki Doki Literature Club?” he asked, stepping into Edge’s unsurprisingly spartan workspace.

“I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT IS,” Edge answered drily, “AND I SUGGEST YOU ACTUALLY READ YOUR COURSE DESCRIPTIONS IN THE FUTURE. NOW HAVE A SEAT, OR WOULD YOU RATHER CONDUCT OUR MEETING FROM YOUR BACK ON THE FLOOR.”

Stretch pretended to consider the offer, and Edge stood up and reached for him across the desk as if to grab him for a flip. His face moved close to Stretch’s, and without thinking, the lazybones leaned forward and kissed him.

Startled, Edge kissed back, taking far too long to shove the other skeleton away. “SUCH BEHAVIOR IS INAPPROPRIATE BETWEEN TEACHERS AND STUDENTS,” he rasped, shaken, and Stretch, face flaming with an orange blush, fled the office and the campus. Edge regretted his severity immediately, but immediately was too late.

Taking any English classes at the college would now be impossible for Stretch. The conflict of interest could cost Edge his career as a professor. Edge had rejected him anyway; seeing him on campus would hurt too much.

The counselor, unaware of Stretch’s reason for dropping out of college in his final semester, argued for him to stay. Stretch refused. Dropping out of college seemed fitting for someone with such slothful habits. The only thing he truly regretted was running away without telling Edge how he felt. Hood pulled over his lowered head, Stretch left campus for the last time…

… and bumped into someone carrying a box full of odds and ends.

“WATCH OU- CARROT?”

“professor?”

“WHY AREN’T YOU IN CLASS?”

“i dropped out. i didn’t want you to risk your job…”

“I QUIT MY JOB,” said Edge. “I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO DROP OUT IF…”

“if?”

“IF WE STARTED DATING.”

The two skeletons stared at each other. Edge had already resigned. Stretch had already dropped out. The staring continued until Stretch broke the silence.

“soooo, boyfriends then?”

Edge let out a long-suffering sigh. “YES. BOYFRIENDS.”

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DAY TWO | INDEX | DAY FOUR

[the-fox-populi-says]

I don't often write long personal stuff on this blog. But the past month I've been confronted with a very odd privilege I wasn't really aware of. Apparantly, I am a natural hermit. I was alone a LOT as a child. I always found ways to entertain myself. People have told me before they found it sort of odd and/or remarkable that I manage to get out of bed and do stuff every day, on my own, from home, despite not making much money of the stuff I do. I always sort of shrugged it off. I like making things. Occassionally I sell things. Not a very steady income, though. My partner's income makes sure I don't starve. Which I sometimes feel guilty about, but that's not the point here. I was aware of my privilege in that department already. No, this new one... is about self-motivation. About boredom. Whatever I may have expected this pandemic to reveal... this wasn't it. I fundamentally do not understand boredom.

I will try to phrase this in a way that doesn't upset people (I know this is tumblr, so it's probably futile, but still). This is not an accusation to anybody. This is a personal observation, a reality I've been living in, but never really noticed. Not to this extent, at least. People... need structure. I know that. I do too. People are social. I know that. I am too. But still I was not prepared to see this many people react this badly to isolation. If you're stuck with people you don't like, of course. If you have a teensy little living space with no balcony or garden, of course. If you're worried about your health or those of close friends/relatives, of course. If you are touch-starved, of course. If your job/business is at risk, of course. If you are already struggling with depression, an eating disorder, a disability or are otherwise dependant on people taking care of you, of course. If you're very extraverted and can't stand being alone, of course. If you're a huge workaholic/completely exploited so you have no idea what to even do with free time, of course. If you suddenly get like 5 times the responsibility/ work load/ risk exposure because of your job, of course. If you have no money to get materials to fill your time with, of course. If you have little means of connecting with others such as a working internet device, of course. But then I see people, close friends even, with no friends or family at risk, no personal (mental) health issues, a secure job, living with a loving partner, in a spacious home, who have hobbies, and a safe place to go outside, an online continuation of their job so structure is still pretty much there, often even have a work room/study so they can still sort of separate work & private, some of them are even used to working from home already... And they are still climbing the walls. These same people who always want to have holidays. Who always have lists of stuff they want to do and complain about a lack of time. Which they now have. They say they can't get motivated. They say they are bored. And, like... I get it. To a certain degree. This is a worldwide traumatic event. It's tiring, even if you aren't at the front lines. I'm also bummed that I can't derp through the city centre for fun like I'm used to. I hate being forced to use a desinfected shopping cart. I miss my gym, my favourite bar, and seeing my friends. I've had some bad days. But that's it- I'm just bummed. And they're just days, sometimes just hours, not weeks. It's an "ugh" not an "aaargh". And it doesn't get worse- It gets easier. As long as none of the other factors change, like someone I care about getting very sick (some were, or even still are, but none of them seem in immediate danger), or money suddenly falling away completely... I can easily last another 2 months before going mad. In fact, I've just comfortably settled in for the long haul. I got my hugs, my yard, my job, I can still get groceries- I'm good. A bit annoyed, but good. Not much actually changed... Except everyone around me seems to suffer from some real cabin fever, including my partner. Even my dad, Einzelgänger McNeed-no-one, seems grumpy.

And I'm just... baffled. Is it really that hard to stay motivated all by yourself, even if your basic needs are all met? Am I some kind of alien?? Do y'all not have projects? Hobbies? Books and games and movies you want to catch up on? Do you not feel like you're always months behind on everything? Do you normally not want to cram as much hours as possible in a day? Is it really that difficult to just do things? Even instant reward things? I'm no stranger to procrastination, or executive dysfunction, not at all, but... genuine boredom? I don't even understand how that WORKS. I can recall the last 3 times I've been legit bored in the last five years. They were all situations where I had to wait for something, yet keep alert the entire time. In any other situation, I can just set an alarm and retreat in my head. Or do a thing. Again- if your basic needs AREN't met (I'm not talking about a haircut, I mean like physical starvation) or if you're in some other stressful situation, including mental or physical illness/disability- yes. Absolutely. You're burnt-out, completely understandable. But if you HAVE a structure (a bit altered maybe, but still), HAVE somebody nice with you, HAVE non-risky job security, CAN communicate with loved ones- HOW. What is it that normally keeps you motivated, then? Do you need that specific an environment & rhythm to thrive, even if you often complain about it?? Explain it to me, please! I know we're dealing with global environmental catastrophe and this pandemic will likely cause a global recession on top of it, but- to me, at a certain point the amount of shit just becomes insurmountable and it doesn't matter much anymore if anything gets added. Who knows how I'll afford retirement. At this rate might very well not be able to afford clean water before that. We'll cross that bridge when (if) we get to it. Do whatever you can while you can, and that's enough. And making stuff is a great way to combat existential dread. I know that at the start of this, most people with anxiety functioned way better than the so-called normal people. Because a) they were used to navigating panic-mode, b) the social distancing took a load off and c) their brains went HAH SEE WE WERE RIGHT THERE WAS A THREAT! which I imagine must be sort of satisfying and relaxing. I figured this was the evolutionary benefit of anxiety. So now that cabin fever is rising, why do I not see more natural hermits being weirded out by everyone around them? Should there not be a decent group of humanity that keeps a level head during isolation? Has it become some social faux-pas to say you're personally not all that bad right now? Are you supposed to complain, even if you're fine?? Am I going to make myself some kind of outcast by posting this???

[writingontheclouds]

Chapter 3: How To Hijack Dates

Sometimes you stop procrastinating when stuck in lockdown.

Sometimes you don't.

This is a result of the former.

Read it here on ao3. 

...

Sirius Black had just spent a lovely afternoon with Mum Potter, helping her rearrange the books in the library downstairs. It could have been done easily with magic, or the many house elves that offered to help again and again, but Euphemia Potter was very possessive about this part of the Manor. She liked doing it by hand, putting the books back into their designated spot alphabetically by author name and loved finding old gems that she told Sirius very enthusiastically about. Mum Potter (yes, she insisted he call her Mum Potter for the very least) had put together a pile of books that she wanted to read for herself, and another for Sirius, declaring that a young wizard ought to read these books by the time they come of age. Sirius was now balancing a huge stack of books and taking them into his room when he saw James’ room door wide open and he peeked in. James was smoothening out a crisp black shirt, looking nervously at himself in the floor length mirror. Sirius’ curiosity piqued. 

  "Going somewhere?” He called out from the entrance of the room. James instantly turned around. He looked like he was about to throw up. "Do I look okay?" 

"Yeah?” Sirius offered, from somewhere above the pile of books. 

  "Okay, good.” Looking somewhat satisfied, he turned around and picked up a black dinner jacket and shrugged it on. 

"Where?” 

  "Emily's taking me out.” James said, now running a hand through his messy black curls, trying to tame them. 

  "Out?” 

  "Yeah, we're going to a fancy Muggle restaurant, somewhere in Leicester Square, I think. One of her favorites." 

"James..” Sirius started, but wasn’t sure how to approach the subject again. James picked on it, nevertheless. 

"I'm not having that conversation again, Sirius.” He said, with a deep sigh. 

  “You've gone on 3 dates in 2 months. If you don't slow down, you might end up surrounded by dirty diapers in a matter of weeks, James.” Sirius joked. 

  "Sirius.." 

"Yes, but I am serious James. You don't know each other that well.." 

"Sirius.." 

"You don't fit well together, you know..” Sirius offered again, but to be honest, he didn’t really have any reason why James should not be with Emily. Aside from the fact that Lily now finally fancied him. But he couldn’t tell him that. It was not his place. 

  "Sirius! I'm gonna ask her to be my girlfriend today.” James said, looking at him dead in the eye. 

  "..wha..what?” 

  "You heard me." 

"But what about Lily?” 

  "What about Lily? I've moved on." 

"But James-" 

"No, Sirius. I'm done. I told you that." James looked at him sincerely, and Sirius knew the conversation was over. James patted Sirius once on his shoulder as he walked out the door. "I'll see you later, buddy." 

...

Sirius stared at James walking away with wide eyes, unsure what to say or do, and walked the few steps to his room, plopping the books on his table. It was a guest bedroom originally, but was now officially Sirius'. His study table was mostly bare, on account of summer holidays, but he had pinned some pictures on the wall above. One in particular, was among his favourites, hung right in the middle. 

  It was the day Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup just a few months ago after a brutal match with Slytherin. They had just landed on the pitch when the entirety of Gryffindor piled onto the grounds, cheering and hug and congratulating the players. In the midst of all that chaos and confetti and blaring music in the background, someone had picked up a camera and shouted “Smile!" and all the people just piled on top of each other to be in the frame. Hair completely disheveled, mud and paint caking their faces, but the moving picture was so precious for Sirius. 

  There was Peter and Remus already on the ground laughing, with Sirius and Marlene and Dorcas and Alice and Frank cheering and swaying, almost falling over the former, trying to balance themselves as they held on to each other. Then there was James in the end, with this broken glasses, splotches of blood on his forehead and a shit eating grin looking at Lily, who was laughing and blushing looking back at him. 

  To Sirius, that one picture was enough to know that they belonged with each other. And he decided, that he would at least TRY for his foolish best mate and the fiery red head that had become a part of the marauder family. Sirius knocked on the faded green colored door, hoping he finally found the right house. He had already spent a good half an hour stumbling from house to house, finding everyone from grumpy old couples who did not liked to be disturbed to little kids who almost trampled him in an attempt to play. He then realised he apparated in the wrong neighbourhood. 

  For Merlin’s sake! This is exactly the reason he didn't fancy this method of travel; he screwed up almost every damn time. It was miracle in itself that he got the license at all, courtesy of an ignorant old Ministry employee who didn't seem to give two fucks about how he apparated a few feet from where he was supposed to and splinched his pinkie in the process. 

A woman with fading red hair tucked neatly in a bun opened the door and Sirius nearly hugged the woman in relief. He knew that red hair very well. 

  "Can I help you, dear?” Mrs. Evans asked sweetly and looked at him, confused at his relief. 

  “Hello, Mrs. Evans. I'm looking for Lily.” 

  “Oh”, She turned around, possibly to call for her daughter, but stopped short. “You must be.. uhh..” She trailed, guessing his name. 

  "Sirius Black. We're in the same house at Hogwarts.” He replied, and she suddenly lit up at the name. Lily had clearly told her mum about him. 

  "Nice to meet you, Sirius. I'm Darla. Come on in.” She extended a hand, and he returned the greeting, and she invited him in. 

  Sirius was immediately hit by the pleasant smell of Eucalyptus and hints of Lavender as he entered the house. It was a quaint, cozy little place, and it was so Lily that now, he could not imagine Lily Evans living anywhere else. 

"Lily! There's someone here for you!” Darla Evans called in the general direction of the stairs. 

  A moment later, there was some shuffling, a door opening then clanking down the stairs as Lily Evans appeared in her full glory, decked in a tshirt that said “Not Today" and blue pyjama bottoms. Sirius could see tiny red hearts on them. She looked shocked, to say the very least. "Black? What are you doing here?” She said as she continued down the stairs and stood directly infront of him. "Good to see you too, Lils.” Sirius said, giving a full smile. 

  She completely ignored him. "Why are you here?” She pressed. 

  "I need to talk to you." Lily frowned, looking skeptical. "It's about James.” He added and the furrow between her eyebrows was gone in an instant, followed by what Sirius thought was either concern or.. Or something. She definitely blushed a little though. 

  Lily nodded and motioned him to follow her. It's funny how that one name turned around Lily Evans’ priorities now. 

  Sirius followed her upstairs, past a couple of doors to one that had Lily written on the door, the  four letters in different fonts cut out from newspaper. She closed the door behind them, turned around and stared at him. 

  "Talk.” Sirius was surprised at the authority and urgency in her voice. 

  "You've got a cute room there, Evans. Didn't peg you for pink walls kind of a girl but..” Sirius said instead, walking around her room and taking it in. It was a small room, overlooking the front yard, with green curtains. The wall behind her bed was completely covered up by photos, print outs, clippings. Everything Lily Evans held dear in her life. He could spy the same picture he had pinned above his study on the wall as well, along with countless others. It made Sirius smile internally. He always did love the idea of having a wall like this. An ode to all the good times. 

  "Six year old me liked pink. Now, tell me what is it?” She pressed, hands crossed. 

  "Okay, but promise not to freak out, okay?” Sirius started in a soothing voice already, his hands feigning a calm down gesture already. 

  Lily waved her hand in front of her. "I can't promise that.” She said, as a matter-of-fact, without even pausing for a beat. 

  "Okay, okay but don't hex me?” He asked, nervously. Lily nodded, reluctantly. "James is planning to ask Emily to be his girlfriend..” He blurted out, almost stumbling over the words. 

"Thanks for the reminder but you already told me that.” Lily gave a small smile, crossed the room and sat on her bed. She didn’t look at him, instead stared at her shoes. 

  “..tonight.” He finished, and her face shot up. Lily's face paled. Shock and disbelief coloured her face, which quickly turned solemn. 

"Alright.. okay.. that's good? That's good, right?” She tried, stumbling over her words. She looked visibly dejected. "I mean.. he's.. moved on. He wouldn't sit around waiting for me, you know?” Classic Lily, trying to reason everything, Sirius thought. 

  "But I think James should know the truth before he asks her. That your feelings have changed.” Sirius said, sitting down on the chair of her study, leaning forward to look at her at eye level. 

  "I can always, wait you know? When they break up-" 

"-if they break up, Evans. And don't tell me seeing James frolicking with another girl wouldn't kill you." 

Lily’s eyes brimmed with tears at that statement. It was like she actually saw James happily kissing Emily in her head. She blinked away the tears and shook her head. 

"Why are you here telling me all this?” She asked, in a small voice. 

  "I don't know..” He said, leaning back and looking out the window, trying to look for words. 

"Emily's a nice, polite and caring person, I apologise for calling her a tart earlier, but James deserves that.” Sirius looked at Lily’s sullen face again, as she spoke. "He deserves someone who tells him how nice he is, not someone who calls him out for his every mistake. Certainly not someone who has insulted him infront of a crowd on numerous occasions.” Sirius could hear the sincerity in her words, despite knowing how much it was visibly breaking her to say out loud. 

  "Well, to be fair, James did deserve that. He can be a prick sometimes, and his ego can inflate to the size of the black lake, but..” He paused, leaning ahead again, taking Lily’s hands in his, “He needs you. He needs you to ground him, to bring him back to Earth whenever he tries to fly too far away, and I'm sorry but Emily can't do that." Sirius said, shaking his head a little. 

  Lily just stared at him, her eyes brimming with tears again. 

"There is no James Potter without Lily Evans.” As if on cue, the tears fell. She swallowed, looked down at her feet again and smiled a little. 

  "You're uncannily good with words.” She said in a very small voice, after a long time. Sirius chuckled. 

  "So, how do we get to him?” She sniffed, wiped the tears from her cheeks and squared her shoulders, as if preparing for a battle of sorts. 

  Sirius chuckled again, but then his grey eyes widened as realisation dawned on him. 

  "I.. might.. have not thought this through.” He said, slowly. 

  "Well, where is he? We could apparate there.” Lily asked, expecting an answer. 

  "I don't know..” Sirius braced himself. 

  "You don't know?” She asked, incredulous. 

  "No..” He said, stretching out the o. 

  "You didn't ask him where he was going before deciding to show up here?” She asked, her temper flaring. 

  "I'm thinking I'm not as clever as I thought I was.” 

"You think?!” ... 

James Potter and Emily Cooper sat in a fine dining Italian restaurant in Leicester Square, had just finished their main course and were waiting for dessert when, suddenly, all hell broke loose. 

  It started with collective shrieks, which converted into full on screaming as guests suddenly got up from their chairs and ran in all directions possible. James turned around to see what the commotion was all about, when he saw a people tripping over each other and food flying in all directions. 

  “What the..” He started to say, when the staff of the restaurant were waving the leather bound menus up in the air, trying to swat at something. The grey blob, as if suddenly angered by the swatting and shrieking, dipped on to one table, actually picked up a container of what looked like red marinara sauce and dropped it all over one of the wait staff. 

  That was precisely when James had a mini heart attack. 

  Instead of getting up and actually doing something, he seemed to be frozen, too shocked at the sight in front of him. It reminded him of the tne night at Hogwarts, when the marauders had enchanted the plates to randomly fly into student’s faces when the word “Stop” was spoken. Needless to say, it escalated very quickly and they had spent an entire month in detention with Filch. 

  The bird was now flying low, almost into everyone’s faces as they screamed and scrambled away from it. A few of the seated guests fell backwards on their chairs. The ones standing slipped in the marinara. There were dishes and lasagne and spaghetti flying in all directions as Isis hooted happily in the air before landing herself in the middle of the table in front of James. She hooted happily once more, nipping at James’ frozen hands on the 

table affectionately as a way of greeting. He just stared at her for a good minute before noticing a letter attached to her talon when James had another mini heart attack. 

  What the..? He thought, brows furrowing at the letter as he untied it from Isis and put it in promptly in his jacket pocket. 

  “ISIS!” He angrily whispered. She hooted, hardly bothered by the anger. James now looked at up Emily, who was just gaping at him, shocked and then looked over to something behind James. He turned around, following her gaze, and found the entirety of the restaurant, now covered in sauces red and green, just looking at them in various stages of utter shock, disbelief and anger. 

  James turned around and got up promptly, Emily mirroring his movements, Isis now happily perched on his shoulder and did the one thing 6 years at Hogwarts and being a Marauder had taught him. He got the hell out of there. 

[kirkwallgremlin]

How about my boy Carver for the character ask 👀 and if he’s already requested by someone else then Varric :3

Ohoho I’m more than happy to talk about Carver 😍

How I feel about this character

Side eyes at the almost 10k words about carver I’ve written in the last month I adore Carver! I didn’t expect to, I felt like I kept encountering him as the grumpy little brother and nothing else in fics. Then I started playing a mage Hawke and actually met him, and then the more I thought about him, the more I liked him and here I am now, brain full of Carver Hawke <3 He seems to care so deeply about people and wanting to help people, he has a sense of humour and he feels like he rates the safety and happiness of others so highly.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Alistair

Merrill

I don’t really ship it necessarily but there’s potential in Anders too I feel? Something I’d be interesting on unpacking how or why that could work but it’s low priority

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Uhh probably still Alistair tbh. Or Bethany.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Idk if this is unpopular but I feel like there’s a lot of potential and interest and story in Templar!carver. I prefer him as a warden but I get it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Like with Bethany... more on actually addressing the trauma he’s experienced

And you know what I’m gonna do Varric too bc I’m procrastinating lmao

How I feel about this character

Honestly kinda eh? I like him but I don’t love him. I first met him in DAI and he had no special appeal bc I hadn’t played DA2, and my inquisitor was an archer so I never brought him with me at all. Then my first Hawke was also an archer so he was also never in my party there so I never really got to know him and now I do better I’m just super indifferent to him, I see why people like him but there’s nothing that makes him a “wow I love that character” character for me

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Pretty much just my Cadash, Flora tbh. I made them specifically for Blackwall but they took one look at Varric and said “I want him”... But I also kinda love the idea of ace and/or aro Varric?

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Hawke! Not a very creative one tbh 😂 I haven’t thought about them much and i dont even know if they have a relationship in game but but I kind of like the idea of varric and bull being friends too.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I guess just that I’m pretty indifferent to him? I know he’s a reasonable well liked character and the idea of a Varric romance is popular but I’m like eh whatever, you guys do you I guess

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I can’t really think of anything tbh

Based on this: give me a character to break down

[firesidefantasy]

400 words of kali NOT being an asshole

kali stirred in her bed, reaching out her hand to aimlessly pat at the empty sheets beside her. she let out a deep groan when she found nobody there. “angel?”

a soft pattering sound filled the apartment. the bed dipped, and a warm body leaned over hers and pressed a kiss to her forehead. kali puckered her lips sleepily and hummed when another kiss was pressed to them. she reached her arms up and wrapped them around the girl above her, pulling her down onto the bed again. “what did i tell you about getting up before me?”

“nothing, ever,” lani whispered. she shuffled onto her side and rested her head on kali’s shoulder. a few muted beams of light shone through the window, but the room was still dim, silent bar the sound of falling rain.

“well i’m telling you now,” kali mumbled, pulling the girl closer against her. she wrapped one arm around lani’s waist and the other one around her head, moving her fingers to glide through the girl’s blonde locks. “no getting up before me. unless you’re making me breakfast, i guess.”

lani wiggled against the embrace. “but i am making you breakfast,” she pointed out. kali sniffed and realised she could smell maple syrup wafting through the apartment. it was a strong contrast to the usual smells of alcohol and sulfur and  she wasn’t sure how she hadn’t noticed it sooner. kali pressed a kiss into lani’s hair and whined.

“if i let you go finish breakfast, will you come back after?”

soft giggles filled the apartment and kali frowned at her. lani just smiled, leaning down to cover kali’s face in kisses. “what happened to the grumpy ass demon i was promised, hm? she seems to have been replaced with the sweetest, clingiest angel i’ve ever met.”

kali glared at her. “you take that back! i’m not an angel, and i’m definitely not clingy.” she crossed her arms over her chest. “i’m just trying to trick you into thinking i like you so you’ll keep making me pancakes.”

lani just beamed at her and kissed her cheek.

“you’re real cute when you wanna be.” she hopped out of bed and went off to finish the pancakes.

kali was silent for a minute. but then- “you’re coming back, right?”

lani looked over her shoulder and grinned.

“course i am, angel.”

kali groaned.

“i’m not a fucking angel!”

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