#i also don't have the patience right now to wait like 10+ hours for it to download and install and patch up again with my shitty rural net

[astralfist]

I remember when my old Craig blog use to be an unused Wriothesley blog...

[eventinelysplayground]

A Hundred and Fifty Pages

Kinktober Day 10: Cockwarming/ Face Fucking

Pairing: Leonardo x Female Reader

This was the first fic I actually put a conscious effort into making short mainly because it was the first one that jumped out at lending itself to a shorter fic. The ones I had finished or started before it were quite long and I realized I'd I don't make a conscious effort to shorten them they'd all end up long. This was also one of the first fics I had the idea for and finished fairly early on, think it was the fourth I finished. After he kept you waiting for his attention you decide to turn the tables on Leonardo and make him wait for you. This fic is NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 966.

“You’ve made your point cara mia."

“Really? I don't think I have.”

You purposely raised and lowered your hips ever so slightly when you spoke and Leonardo growled into your shoulder.

“Trust me you have.”

You were thankful he couldn't see the smile you wore.

“You're disturbing my reading, you know.”

You shuffled just the tiniest bit again, pretending to get more comfortable and you felt his breath hitch as his hard cock twitched inside you.

“Never mind the book!”

Your smile widened as you turned your page ignoring him just as he had done to you for days. Normally it never bothered you when Leonardo got so busy but normally he still paid attention to you. This time however he had gotten so absorbed in everything he was doing for everyone in town you had barely seen him for days.

You had really tried not to bother him but after almost a week your patience was drained and your need was reaching it's breaking point. The first night you were subtle about it but after that you tried anything you could think of, you even came in naked one night and he was so engrossed in what he was working on he still hadn't noticed two hours later. You left that night annoyed at once again having to satisfy yourself and so decided to teach him a lesson once he was finally paying attention to you again.

It only took another few days before Leonardo was at your bedroom door, which was all of fifteen minutes ago, flowers in hand apologizing to you. Of course he wanted to ‘fully make it up to you’ and at first your plan was just to deny him every time he asked and see how long before he cracked but just as you were about to turn him down you changed your mind.

You let him touch and kiss you as he stripped both your clothes off then just as he was about to carry you to bed you told him you had a better idea tonight. You led him over to your vanity and spun the chair around telling him to sit. He had a charming smile on his face and his eyes were filled with lust as he sat down. You climbed on top of him giving him a passionate kiss as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock but instead of riding him like he wanted and expected you locked his legs in place with yours and reached a hand behind him to the book you had been reading when he knocked and just want back to reading.

That's how you had ended up like this, you sitting mostly still on top of him and giddy with satisfaction at your brilliant plan, Leonardo growing more and more aroused and complaining about being denied. Whenever his protesting became too bad though you made sure to squirm or readjust yourself just a bit giving him the tiniest bit of sensation that he craved.

“You can wait until I'm done, I only have….”

You flipped through the remaining pages of your book pretending not to notice Leonardo's growl.

“About a hundred and fifty pages left.”

“A hundred and fifty! This is torture, you know that right?”

“And you know it will just take longer if you keep interrupting me right?”

“You sure you know what you're getting yourself into?”

“Uh huh, now shhh.”

“Alright then, as long as you're prepared.”

You kept reading and Leonardo made no further fuss. Occasionally he would run his hands along your curves or kiss you on the neck and every time he did you shivered reflexively and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. You guessed Leonardo was mentally counting the pages because as you got to the last few his hands grew bolder although they never drifted anywhere too sensitive. As soon as Leonardo heard you shut your book he wrapped his arms around you and stood up from the chair. You barely had time to tighten your hold around his neck before he had turned around and placed your ass down on the vanity all while his hard cock was still inside you.

His cock remained motionless inside you as his hands and lips began moving along your body once again. This time they didn't shy away from your sensitive areas. One of his hands grabbed your ass, the other rubbing against your clit while his mouth captured one of your nipples.

“Ahhh!”

You were quickly becoming wet and when his lips finally made it up to your neck you felt him drag his fangs along it. Even though he was careful not to pierce your flesh you felt that now familiar echo of the pleasure they could bring you and you grew even wetter. A low heat began to spread along your neck and you bucked your hips instinctively but just as you did so Leonardo's hands grabbed your waist and held you still.

“Leonardo…”

Your voice was pleading and when you saw him smirk you began to second guess yourself on how successful at teaching him a lesson this had been.

“You said you knew what you were getting yourself into cara mia but don't worry…”

Leonardo dragged his fangs down from your neck to the top of your breast where he stopped and sucked at your flesh as he began thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Nghh!”

“I'll make sure to give you plenty of pleasure as I fuck you all night long.”

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @nani-nani-nani

Special Tag: @whatever-fanfics because I believe you had asked about a tag list in the past. Let me know if I was wrong.

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

Why does having kids mean you should be able to listen to the album early though? Or working all day Friday either? Can you just listen to it when you get home? This is not meant to be antagonistic, I genuinely just don't understand why people are choosing to listen earlier than it should have been possible instead of just having a little patience

So my point was in part to say that there are much bigger things to worry about and that being so caught up on people (99% of which I would genuinely say have already brought the album/were planning to stream it or never would have anyway so it having no impact on the business side of things) listening to an album early feels like very younger fandom/chart fandom side of the fandom in my experience.

But also unfortunately we do not live in a vacuum and cannot avoid using the internet or interacting with people who have listened to the album (which despite what people are saying, is far more once officially released, especially with how big Taylor is right now) so for those of us with kids/other dependants or who can't get time off work, waiting days or weeks (because as it stood, if it had not been for last minute changes earlier in the week, I for one likely would not have had a chance to listen to said album until next week at the earliest) is not really an option if we want an unspoiled experience. And while it's unfortunate that some people are being dickheads and spoiling the leaks to those who don't want it, again, that is a far smaller amount of exposure comparatively. Not to mention that while this is not a consideration in the age of streaming, historically Taylor's albums were not released in some international countries until the day after, so in order to not get spoiled at all, leaks were essential.

As a related side note, tbch I wonder how the glass houses are for those complaining who are also talking about how much they want Need or her demos of TIWYCF on Reputation TV because guess what those audios technically count as lmao.

But yeah all that aside, like it genuinely does not hurt anyone that I listened to an album early. Like it's no different than me doing it for Lover and Reputation, both of which I had the CD for 10 hours earlier than "release date" (it was release day in my country but not the US) and does not impact how you or anyone else interacts with this album. Nor does it influence how much money Taylor gets because I don't stream, I buy the CD, so she already has my money lmao. All it changes is that Thursday morning (my country's time) worked better for my schedule than Friday afternoon does.

Like we go through this with every release and people are still acting like it's the biggest scandal that's ever happened and the worst thing a fan could do to the point of people being doxxed over it. And honestly, all I can think is just imagine if half that energy went into stopping bullying within this fandom or helping out a social cause instead lmao. Like idk, like I said it's just such a non issue to me and it astounds me every time that it's still made such a big deal of ngl.

[spyridonya]

Ok, how about 10. cantankerous for the one word writing prompts 👀

Because Kadira would wave a sword in an emergcy, Hulrun does not die but is no longer Prelate. If Hulrun is so deeply respected because of his ability to fight demons, he'd be more well suited returning to military service.

The appearance of General Hulrun made Kadira's insides curl into black ice as she fixed her gaze upon her unwelcome visitor as he entered the War Room. Only the gods knew what she looked like right now, she had been going over files and directives with the Paralictor for several hours now. Knowing herself, the stress made her look like the bedraggled little girl running around with a shimmering sword trapped within her that likely saved someone's life upon her second introduction to Hulrun.

Relax your forehead, let it soften, ease the shoulders - he smells fear. She reminded herself, lectured herself, and told herself that she’s fought worse. 

However, as she looked at the scowl embedded in the features, the scars deepening the furrows and rags, most creatures she fought did not answer to Queen Galfrey with the adoration and fervor of a paladin to their god.

Hulrun, to his credit, waited until Kadira lifted her head from her work entire before he strode across from the entrance to her side, standing adjacent to her and towering in his superiority he wore like armor. "I have reason to believe that despite the graces that you hold with her Majesty and the Inheritor, that you are aiding and abiding a trailer in your midst."

Dear Gods and Shelyn's patience, her relays to the front were going to be derailed with this nonsense? The irritation bubbled under her skin as she lifted her chin higher, still reminding herself to relax with her posture. She had known the very moment that the former Prelate had arrived with Galfrey that something would come up.

"Prelate-" Perhaps pacifying him would-

"General," The correction is sharp, not quite a bark, and the furrow of heavy silvering brows deepens the crease of his bold battle scars. 

You fought a man made entirely of locusts. Kadira reminded herself as she fixed her gaze on the old man and allowed silence to slip between them before she began, again. "Forgive me for asking, but yet another traitor? If I recall, Nurah Dendiwhar was vouched for by the Inquisition, which was surely a mistake. I can understand during the chaos of Kenabras' siege that others might have also slipped past the organizations usually impeccable standards."

The words are not hers, and yet they are. The sharp edge that underlays the civility of her words to make them impatient, cutting, perhaps even cruel. The hypocrisy of it all had struck her on the nose, despite it always being there, and the man going back to his witch-hunting ways the moment he stepped into her city despite the honors granted to him was unpardonable.

Hulrun stares at her like the scruffy tiefling that she was, and not the beloved of angels, almost attempting to remind of her true place. But his temper is too quick and his demeanor too curmudgeon for it to simmer properly and implant doubt in Kadira's mind when he speaks, "You would very well know, you were the one to abide he and his cultists’ escape into the ruins of Kenabras."

Oh, Callrista's Balls.

"The worship of Desna has been documented well before the Age of Darkness and her church has existed in various forums for all but perpetuity." An irony, considering the goddess and her fleeting nature, "They are by no means a cult and within my investigation of the Wardstones, by personally speaking to the angels that agreed to be bound there, Ramien and his keep did nothing to corrupt the wardstone."

"Dear girl-" He began.

"Knight Commander."

"Knight Commander, you were not there when the Red Morning Massacre happened-"

No. But my grandmother had to scramble with her family into horse stalls and their manure out of sheer abject horror, because she saw the results of what happens when demons don't kill. She's dust and spirit now, old man.

"-when Minagho spilled blood of innocent on the Wardstone-"

"Well, obviously the Wardstone wasn't much helpful if Minagho was able to breach into Kenabras." She cut in quickly, a part of her ashamed for correcting an elder, another part reminding herself she was an elder. "I don't see how the blood could have made things worse, she was already inside."

The older man blinked hard, those white whiskers quivering with indignation and mild shock. How often did he tell this story to the Inquisitors? Was this the first time someone pointed out the inconsistency of that story to him?

"He is still guilty of breaking and entering, Knight Commander." His tone is sharp as a knife, and Kadira felt pressure behind her temples. "As such-"

"And as such, he was made Prelate when you were made a General, seeing he is the highest ranking Priest that managed to live through the siege. If you have disagreements with his placement, Queen Galfrey is in Drezen, as you well know. I am not to give up a guest, regardless if Ramien was Prelate or not. Hospitality is an ancient rite, far older than Desna or Iomeade, and I will not break it because you disagree with your Queen."

There was a twitch in his eyebrow. "I see." He didn’t see, Kadira knew that he couldn’, but Kadira also knew he was loyal to Galfrey in all things. "I will... I will speak to her majesty and return to you when time permits."

The general turned on his heel, his boots clacked sharply on the floor of the headquarters, his gaze flashing black at Regill who watched silently the entire time, and strode out of the War Room with the red of his cloak trailing after him.

At the sound of the door shutting behind him, Kadira felt her body completely relax as a sigh left her, as if strings were cut on a puppet. Her forehead hit the table and her vision was veiled by her hair for a moment.

"May I inquire with you, Commander?" The heavier tones of Regill's voice was almost like a blessing as she turned her head against the table, her eyes falling upon the Paralictor who sat not quite at her current level.

"Yes," No, not really. But she was remarkably proud that Regill hadn't slide in like a knife into the brief conversation. He tended to do so in more informal occasions, but within the war room he waited before committing verbal vivisection of someone in Galfrey's court. 

(Both he and Daeran shared that lovely hobby, but never managed to bond over it.)

"Does Hulrun truly expect you to believe he witnessed an event that occurred when I was not quite middle aged?" The gnome retains his hawklike sharpness, the disdain set more by brows and tone than truly changing his expression. "An event Queen Galfrey was not yet quite a woman for?"

Kadira shrugged, though she supposed with her almost prone position of her cheek against the table made it hard to see. Rather, she lifted her hands and mimicked the gesture. "My grandmother was still a girl and hadn't met my grandfather. It was a threat she'd give me and my cousins if we didn't behave properly. ‘If you don’t stop climbing those walls, Kadira Staradottir, Minagho is going to splash your innards on the statute of Iomedae!’" She paused for a moment to think, “I believe the former Prelate is only a few years younger than me, chronologically speaking. I'm surprised you're not questioning his sanity."

"I'm questioning his efficiency in his methods of discipline,." Regill dryly answered, turning back to his paperwork.

Somehow, Kadira thinks, that's even worse.

[grey-gteam]

GreyG: the formation of the group

Chenny:

We were still in the training room, all together, chatting, calmly. Jin Sol and Yerin were laughing like crazy, while Iji was judging them loudly right behind. Ara and Heni were in the middle of a discussion, adorable. Gabi was stretching with Mio, on the floor, except that's when Jin Sol fell backwards because she was laughing way too much, rolling backwards, bumping into Mio and Gabi.

Gabi: Soli!!! What's your problem ?

Mio: Ouch! I am in pain.

Jin-Sol: Sorry! It's Yerin's fault.

Yerin: Don't accuse me!

Jin Sol clasped his hands in apology.

Jin Sol: Sorry girls.

Iji: Are you bilingual?

Jin Sol: Of course!

Because of Jin Sol's burst accent, we all laugh our hearts out, making fun of her.

Chenny: You are the least serious here… Finally after Yerin. Nobody beats his stupidity.

Yerin: Chenny!!!!! How dare you ?!

Yerin then does her drama queen which makes us laugh even more.

Akane:

We had fun together, it was great. But it was still a long time that we were there waiting.

Akane: What have we been waiting for all this time actually?

Lynn: Yes, it's true we've been here for over an hour.

Ara: One hour?! Only I feel like I've been here for a whole day

Mio: I no longer have the notion of time since I left Japan, me, apparently you too Ara.

Ara: Is that supposed to be nice?

Mio: No.

We all laugh even more. It's weird our humor.

We were still making fun of Ara, when suddenly someone walks into the training room. We all get up in panic and line up, a reflex of our years as a trainee. It was a woman, very beautiful, probably in her twenties, accompanied by a man. Looks like a couple, the gentleman was also in his twenties, that's for sure.

_Hello girls !

Enthusiastic lady.

Us: Hello.

Without emotion, because in my opinion, we were a little scared.

_Hey ! Get a little excited girls, you've been chosen to be part of a group.

Ara: REALLY?!

_ That's the kind of reaction I want. Anyway, my name is Heo Erin, and from today I'm your appointed art director. Me and my colleague here, we have chosen you and propose a project for a new girl group to the management of SM. This is Mr Parker, your manager. We will take care of you as it should be.

Mr. Parker: Hello.

Ara:

We listen carefully to what they tell us.

Ara: We will then be in a group every 10?!

Ms. Erin: Yes, all 10.

Chenny: Since when do 10-member groups work, especially in SM?

Ms. Erin: That's the challenge we gave ourselves, me and Parker.

Mr. Parker: Don't call me Parker.

Mrs. Erin: Shut up.

We all prevent ourselves from laughing before being reprimanded, it looks like a couple.

Iji: Excuse me but we're still too young, me, Ara and Heni, no. Are you going to start us off like this?

Ms. Erin: The project still needs to take some time to properly train the group. Your debut will be scheduled for 2023.

JinSol:

Ah ok, so we still have time to improve before starting, I can't wait to start.

Jin Sol: So what do we do now?

Ms. Erin: It's Parker's turn to speak, isn't it Parker?

Mr. Parker: Shut up, Erin! Okay, you're going to move into your dorm, together. Then we will give you time to settle in. Tomorrow we will start to establish the bases of your group, the positions and all, with time, we will talk about the concept with the other madwoman there, and the rest will be communicated to you.

Jin Sol: Wow, that's crazy!

Mr Parker: By the way, we will also give you new stages names. Not all of them, it will depend on your choices too.

Yerin:

I didn't say anything from the start, I was so stunned, it's crazy, it's the start of a new experience, I don't believe it.

Yerin: Do we have a name?

Ms. Erin: Patience, you will be soon. Now go get your things together, a car will pick you up in two hours.

Then they leave, leaving us like potatoes in a field.

Chenny: In 2023?

Gabi: Are we going to start in 2 years?

We all look each other in the eye without saying anything, suddenly I explode with joy.

Chenny: Ugh! why are you screaming?

Yerin: WE'RE GETTING STARTED!! In 2 years but that's already it.

Iji: She has the right to be happy, I think we all are.

Ara: You're kidding me, Iji. Come, let's redo our handshake!

Heni: Uh...yes, let's celebrate, our...uh, new group ?!

Gabi: Let's go! 1,2,3

Together: dont'you know !!! we !!

Jin Sol: Woohoo!!!!

[sleepyivoryrose]

I give this day a FUCK YOUUUUUUU out of 10

Seriously, my life is a god damn mess, and I am not quoting the Persona fanfiction.

The fire alarm is ringing the whole time and nobody can come to change the batteries, so I have to push every single day the button, so that it is quiet for 24 hours, only to ring the next day AGAIN.

I also can't get an appointment with a diabetes expert because nobody gets on the phone. That is less my problem than my dads (because between the ringing and the wait-in-line music from the phone i would turn completely bananas) but I really feel sorry for him, because he can't also get an appointment with the eye doctor, which would be important, because, he has a grey star (i think? or green star, one or the other) and could TURN BLIND.

And then, if that wasn't already worrysome enough, I just rolled with my chair right over my cold, naked foot. It hurt like hell (I had an orange to press though, so it wasn't as bad as if I was barehanded)

My dads right, in Germany we lived a really good life until now, so everyone bitches and moans around on a very high level, other countries been like that for ages. Myself included, I also start complaining way too easily.

On the other hand...one mans pain means nothing to another, and the other way around. Measuring the pain of a person is like comparing what's worse, a broken leg or a broken arm.

I wish I was more stress resistant. I wish I wouldn't start crying about shit that easily. I wish I had the patience of a fucking saint, absolute nerves of steel.

But I don't. So I guess the only thing I can do is grit my teeth and pray to the heavens that this delirium is over soon.

But I wanted to try being kinder to myself, so is there anything good that happened today...?

I didn't do much today until now. I watched the Persona LP from Nico (which was very funny, as always) and ate some boiled corn as lunch...oh yeah, my friend wrote! I am a bit worried about her, since...well, she's got problems. It is not my business to tell her issues to the public. But she also has a cold, and is dieting at the same time. I'm glad though that she interrupts her dieting at least while she's sick. The body does need every ounce of strength it gets while feeling ill.

Maybe I should do something creative today. There's also a new game I wanted to try out. And one of my Animal Crossing Islands isn't turning half bad, so I could work on that.

That's right, it's still a long day. Maybe it can still be saved.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Hello! I wanted to ask, in case you were free to write something about it,

I don't remember where i saw the prompt in but, it was about the reader, while being upset and seeking comfort (accidentally?) calling an Incubus/succubus hotline

I think your writing's very neat and i would love to see how you might fill the prompt, be it sfw or not. But also entirely understandable if you don't feel like it!

Wishing you a good day! <3

Sure thing Anon! Thank you for your patience, I really enjoyed this prompt! I also might do a part two to these head canons (if people are interested), as it's mostly first time meet-cute shenanigans and I'd love to do more fluff (and perhaps some NSFW 👀👀)

GN!Reader accidentally calling a spicy hotline SFW headcanons

- You had actually been trying to call your therapist’s office, ironically. You were halfway through an already terrible week and definitely in need of an extra weekend session

- So flustered from crying for the past half-hour, you didn’t think anything of it when the new “receptionist” had a voice like liquid sex.

- “____, huh? That's a nice name, can I get a description to match such a cute name?”

- Uh, weird way to word it, but maybe they needed you to confirm your identity?

- “Sure? I’ve come in to the physical office before, but my birthday is-” You ramble off some descriptors, hoping that's what they’re looking for.

- “Wow, in-person huh. You must be a special treat, dearie, most of my coworkers don’t offer in person services unless very specific circumstances. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your type? I might know some of your past companions, it’s a small office.”

- Ok, this is sounding more and more like a HIPAA violation in the making. And “companion”? What does that even mean??

- “I’ve worked with Dr. Sadith before, but, uh, I’m just calling to meet with Dr. Robert’s today.”

- “Doctor?” The voice asks, slightly losing its extra flirtation. “We don’t have any doctors here, hon, do you know the name of the hotline they’re with?”

- Hotline? What does that-

- Wait, what number is this?? You know the office’s number by heart, so you didn’t save it in your contacts, but you always-

- You look down at unidentified contact number, just realizing you misdialed

- The sexy voice, the personal questions, was this- Oh god did you???

- I’m sorry but-” You rush out, “What is the name of this hotline?”

- “Lonely Nights, dearie, and just so you know we’re only $20/hour. I know some other lines are a bit more expensive, but me and my coworkers are plenty compensated in….other ways.”

- You’d heard of this one before; You think one of you’re friends had sent you the number half as a joke after a particularly bad date you’d had.

- But it is cheaper than your therapist

- “That’s good to hear. Wouldn’t want to support a corrupt business.” You twiddle your fingers, now fully aware of the sensuality of the situation. “What was your name again? I think I missed it.”

- “The name’s Drorgomoth, but my friends call me Drogo. Can I get your name, sweetheart? Or would you prefer I stick to pet names?”

- “Uh, ____’s fine. But the pet names are nice.”

- “Good to hear, ___” They all but purr. “Now, what can I do for you tonight?”

- The downpour of a rant comes before you can stop yourself. You started to feel guilty about 10 minutes in, remembering that this was in fact a very cheap incubus/succubus hotline and you were supplying no sexual energy for Drogo to feast on. Your comments begin to dwindle as you play with the bottom of your pajama shirt, throwing in a lot of “I don’t know, it’s silly” to try to give Drogo (and yourself) a way to end the convo without sounding like a dick.

- “That’s honestly pretty fucked up of them to say. It’s especially unprofessional considering they’re your coworker. How are you feeling about it?”

- (Ok so you know they’re being paid to be nice to you, but goddamnit that was good to hear.)

- “Honestly? Pretty shitty. You’re right, that was fucked up. And you want to know what else they did? They-”

- You banter for another 40 minutes, the conversation ebbing out from your work troubles and more to casual get-to-know you chit-chat.

- (“Alright, how do we feel about pineapple on pizza?” “Oh do not get me started-”)

- You check your clock, remembering the pie you had out in the oven and that you’d seen be moving onto a second hour on the phone line.

- “Well, I should probably let you go, probably some more eager customers that need your attention.” You chuckle, trying to play off how nice this hour has been. “Thanks for listening to me, I know it probably wasn’t what you signed up for on this job, but I really appreciate it.”

- “Honestly, it was really nice for me to.” Drogo says, their natural voice still sultry but far less affected than their performative phone sex one. “Don’t often get some proper chit-chat on the clock. It’s usually right down to business. Plus, you're fun to talk to.”

- “Well I’m glad.” You murmur, double embaressed by how flistered that got you.

- “And-” they add, drawing out their -n sound, “If you ever need a chit-chat buddy, off-the-clock, even, y’know what number to call. Have a great night, ____.”

- Seems like you have a whole new issue to tackle, a crush in a person you’ve never even seen.

[nxtsnw]

happy Birthday, Izana <3

n.a.: in Japan, it is already August 20, Izana's birthday, and that's why I post it now <3 I'm very fond of this character, which is also why it hurt a little bit to write this. This man really deserves the world.I hope you like it, and once again, happy birthday Izana <3

summary: 30th august, Izanas birthday<3

genre: angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

warnings: sad(?)

words: 1.2k

* It was a warm August morning, exactly August 30th, when Izana woke up early for the light infiltrated his room in the first hours of the day.

* As he was excited about his birthday, he immediately got up and ran into the kitchen.

* There, he found his grandfather and his older brother, Shinichiro, cooking pancakes and much other good stuff for breakfast.

* Neither Emma and Mikey had woken up yet, but Izana was too happy and couldn't resist the lure to go and wake up them

* He ran to their room and opened the windows wide before starting to scream that it was time to wake up, it was too important a day to sleep!! In response, the two siblings threw their pillows at him.

* And this is how it started a pillow fight at 8 am. It was around 9 am when Shinichiro tried to stop them, but eventually, he got involved in the fight.

* And by now, at 10 am, they were all seated at the table having breakfast.

* Between pancakes flying around the kitchen and noisy chatter, breakfast ended early.

* Shortly after, Emma ran into her room and took a small box that contained a gift, and along with the other two brothers, she gave it to him.

* In there, there were beautiful red dangle earrings, in the boy's eyes they seemed like a little treasure all for him, he was so happy that he quickly put them on.

* Maybe they were slightly heavy, but he didn't complain at all, he managed to thank everyone by giving them a big and warm hug.

* After that cheesy moment, the quartet got ready to spend the day together.

* They had spent the morning walking around the city, also having lunch in their favorite restaurant. The minutes passed, and so did the hours, and in no time the late afternoon had arrived. Mikey and Shinichiro had locked Izana in his room and while Emma had taken the birthday cake (that they had cooked the day before) out of the refrigerator.

* In a short time, the house was ready, furnished with scattered lights, a few snacks, and various drinks.

* As soon as he left the room, Izana froze, there was a new atmosphere, a feeling of pure happiness invaded the boy's heart. He looked around with a lost look, and the cake on the table caught his attention. It was grossly decorated, and it was clear that it was homemade by the three siblings, but he didn't notice any imperfections.

* Shinichiro was the first to start with the song "Happy birthday to you". But the atmosphere wasn't embarrassing, rather when the others began to sing, a sense of comfort and warmth trespassed the hearts of all present.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZANA!!" they yelled to him.

* Soon after, he blew out the candles, wishing he could make that day last forever.

Oh, Izana would have wanted so badly to have a birthday like that. But, even that night, he had woken up sweating, and with wet eyes from tears, it was just a dream.

That dream had all been so vivid that, even if briefly, his heart had warmed with a new pleasant feeling.

He wanted so much for that feeling to last longer. He had also turned over in bed and closed his eyes, hoping to continue his magic dream.

* He had never continued that happy dream, but he had managed to fall asleep again. He had been sleeping peacefully after a long time, so he had woken up more rested and ready to start the day.

* A slight sense of loneliness took hold of him, it was his birthday after all, but no one knew. Or rather, this is what he believed.

* While he was making his usual coffee, someone rang at his door. It was Kakucho, who entered saying that there was a very urgent task they had to do and that they couldn't waste time.

* So Izana sadly left his coffee and followed Kakucho. Waiting for them outside there was Koko, in his car driven by a private driver, who told him to get on.

* There was a lot of silence in that car, and the two black-haired boys were just intent on using the phone, never speaking a word.

* Izana tried to figure out where they were directed, but each time the other two boys had managed to sidetrack the conversation, so much so that the leader was starting to lose patience.

* Several times he would have liked to get off the car, but since it was his birthday he had promised himself to be better, and after a half-hour of driving, they arrived.

* As soon as he got out of the car, there was a small noise and a lot of colored confetti and streamers came upon him.

"SANZU! YOU DID IT TOO SOON IDIOT" Ran's voice was followed by the turning on of the lights which revealed a large room set up for a birthday party.

* A second bang and more confetti flew at Izana...

" SHION NOT YOU TOO," Ran continued yelling.

"AHHHH I'M SORRY, I WAS ONLY FOLLOWING SANZU"

"So they've already been discovered," Koko said to Kakucho.

"Yeah, I think so .." the boy replied.

* Izana meanwhile was frozen, what the fuck was going on ??

"Well that's okay, that's how it went now," Rindou said before coming out of his hiding place.

* "Y'all are idiots," Ran continued, and soon after they all had come out of their hideout.

"What's happening?" were Izana's first words.

“Um so, basically we wanted to organize a surprise for you since today is your birthday…” Kakucho replied.

"But someone has ruined everything." Ran added, glaring at Sanzu.

"Ops"

“I- I don't know what to say,” Izana spoke

"AHH YOU ARE NOT ANGRY, ARE YOU?" Rindou asked.

"No, I'm not"

* And for the third time, there was a small pop and then confetti flew at Izana.

"SHION!!! NOT AGAIN"

"SORRY, I didn't do it on purpose-"

* And at that moment a slight laugh escaped Izana, and that was followed by all present.

“Come on, shall we eat this cake or not? I bring it, and I swear to you that I paid a lot- " Koko said.

* So they headed for the cake, it was very beautiful!! all decorated with red and blue decorations.

* From the first embarrassment and sense of discomfort, the whole climate between those boys was improving.

* Izana was so happy, that sense of warmth he had felt in the dream seemed to have become true. Did he deserve all of that?

* But he wiped his eyes and smiled, he wanted to enjoy those beautiful emotions as much as possible.

“You know, it was Kakucho who wanted to organize it,” Koko told him before being hit by more confetti.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHO'S THE IDIOT WHO LEFT THE CONFETTI SHOOTING STUFF IN SHION?" he screamed before reaching him to beat him.

* Meanwhile, Izana had approached Kakucho,

"Um Kakucho, thank you," he spoke in a low voice.

"Oh, happy birthday Izana, and that's what friends do, right?" the black-haired boy replied, looking at him and smiling.

* This was an unforgettable birthday for Izana<3

[napitali]

My thoughts on Assassin's Creed Valhalla

(as many of them as could be after an hour long gameplay)

Keep in mind that the only other experience I have with this type of games is the Ghost of Tsushima (well, and FFXV but that was ages ago) so I'll be comparing these two very heavily

Which might be the reason for why I'm a bit disappointed. And I really don't want to be this type of guy but as of now I'm not really into it? Like, with GoT I could sit and play for 10 hours straight doing just the side stuff or goofing around, chasing foxes.

With Valhalla I don't have that drive, unfortunately. But the reasons for that are two:

The first one is purely physiological aspect. Since it's christmas time and everyone was like "yes, Santa movies marathon!" I had to wait until late night to be able to turn on my ps. So I was tired, annoyed and shaking from overcaffeination. Not an ideal state to be in.

The second one (I think more important) is the heavy fog of greatness that is the Ghost of Tsushima, which I had completed very recently. And it's considered one of the best games ever for a reason. I've heard only good things about GoT and I've heard many good things about Valhalla as well, but they're obviously two different games and while I respect that, I still can't free myself from that high bar Sakai's world had set.

The first thing that gave me some minor backlash happened already in the intro. And I'm not talking about the intro itself, because I really liked how that whole banquet was portrayed, but the mechanics for following the main story;

If you got on the path leading to the progression of the story you could do nothing but walk forward. And I mean literally nothing. I'm not complaining about the lack of option to back out but the lack of option to look around.

While walking towards the king I took my sweet time to familiarise myself with the environment, because that's kind of what I always do and also a habit that developed with the stunning sceneries in GoT. As soon as I rounded the corner on the way to Eivor's mother I thought that my controller died lmao. I look at every corner, every cranny from every angle and then Eivor just stops and I'm like "what the hell?". While I get that it's like that to probably load in the next location without blowing up my ps it still doesn't sit with me right.

You know, I love the free roam and that smoothness of playthrough.

Which leaves me with another annoyance - I feel like the camera movement is a lot rougher than in the GoT. Well I don't feel, I know it is, which again isn't that big of a deal but still a little downgrade from what I'm used to. Perhaps I can mess with the settings of that; If not, then I guess it's just the matter of getting used to it.

What I do like very much even though it's giving me some trouble as of now is the controls. It's fundamentally different from GoT and even from FF but they make sense logically. L for the left hand and R for the right hand is something I found very interesting the first time the game told me that. I'm not sure if they're more practical than the controls in GoT since, let's face it - I suck at Valhalla combat so goddamn much that I can't tell.

I feel that GoT's combat, even though more nuanced, made it easier to get away with overwhelming the enemy with attacks - it's more reflex based compared of Valhalla where the weapon you wield dictates your attacks speed; It requires more patience which is something I need to learn still.

In the topic of controls, I wish there would be a guide to what button does what (yes, like in GoT) because I will be sure to forget. Perhaps there is but I haven't browsed deep enough to find it yet.

Also, and I feel extremely ashamed to address it in the game literally named Assassin's Creed, but I have no idea how assassinations work. I am sure the game told me but I was so distracted with the whole looking around that I just missed it. Is there a specific button for that? Or do I still have to fight them but with the advantage of surprise? I feel like there has to be a way to do it quietly but maybe it's just the GoT taking reigns of my expectations again. After all, we're in the Viking world where dying without putting a fight is worse than the concept of death alone.

I know it's just a beginning and I don't even know what the game is about yet so I'll definitely need to dive into it more. And perhaps stick to the main story for now instead of doing all the side stuff along the way.

[professionalqueerbookworm]

Queer Reviews: Nathan Page, "The Devil's Music" (The Montague Twins #2).

CW: suicide, depression, grief

Plot: Alastair, Pete, Charlie, and Rachel aren't just magical teen detectives in their coastal town of Port Howl--they are also members of a local teen rock band. Before a show one night, Charlie and Rachel meet a famous rockstar, Gideon, and invite him to their show. He'll never come, but why not try, right?

Little do they know, Gideon does show up, and he brings the threads of his dark past with him. In fact, he might even be the source of the rumored Devil's Music, a limited-release song that entrances all of its listeners in a deadly hypnosis.

When Pete quickly gets drawn into Gideon's web, it's up to his brother and friends to save him. But Pete might not be the only Montague Twin at risk for Gideon's spell...

10/10 on the Rainbow Scale™ 🌈: I didn't think it was possible to top the first book, but somehow they did it 😍😍😍 The Devil's Music exceeded all my expectations and I finished it in only a few hours. First of all, I appreciate that it delves deeper into Al's character, as well as their family history and what happened to their parents. Its portrayal of depression and suicide is raw and honest but without being triggering. By the end of it, I felt like I had a better understanding of both the brothers, as well as the rest of the characters. I'm a little mad about the huge-ass cliffhanger at the end, but only because I don't know if I have the patience to wait for the next one: I NEED ANSWERS NOW!!!

[gretavanfleetposts]

Hello, congrats on 300!! I love how detailed you guys are with your ships so I thought I would request one ☺️.

I am a 22 female, my start sign is Aires. My favorite movie is 10 things I hate about you. I would say I'm introverted until I get comfortable with someone or if I'm tipsy lol. I don't really have any skills or talents, I know how to knit and give good advice even if I don't take that advice myself. I really love reading so picking on book is way to hard so my top three as of right now are 1) Fahrenheit 451 2) the book thief and 3) a little life. My pick me up song is come on Elaine by Darcy's midnight runners. I love salty foods. My favorite clothing item is this olive green knitted sweater I have. I don't have a pet right now but I am 110% a dog person, specifically pit bulls. They are misunderstood and the most loyal dogs ever if raised right, plus everyone I've ever had is super cuddly. I don't really have an ideal date but I don't care for the basic ones like dinner and movie, I like ones that are a little more spontaneous and maybe not considered date ideas. Like going to a thrift store or antique store and just seeing what outrageous items we can find. Thank you guys!

Hey gorgeous!

❤: Girl, it sounds like you're very skilled. Knitting takes a lot of practice and a lot of patience. And giving good advice is definitely a talent because not everyone is good at that and I'm sure your friends and family really appreciate that aspect of you. Don't sell yourself short! Also, Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors so I approve. And having a pitbull myself, I must say you have great taste in dogs. They are very misunderstood; they just want a human they can bond with.

Ship: Sam

Because: Sam will definitely raise a pitbull with you. I think he would also agree that they are misunderstood and would love to adopt one with you. And if you want spontaneity, Sam is definitely your man. Nothing will ever be very predictable with him. I also think that your calming energy would be a nice balance to his somewhat chaotic energy. And he'd love borrowing your olive green sweater.

Scenario:

"Keep your eyes closed!" Sam yelled at you

You giggled and replaced your hands over your eyes in a dramatic fashion

Your boyfriend had insisted on taking you on a date but refused to tell you where you were going

He had given you a warning text before he got home, telling you to be ready in 30 minutes because he had a surprise date for you

That was all he had said and now you found yourself in his passenger seat, hands over your eyes, wondering where you were headed

You tried to ask some prying questions, even just to get a hint out of him, but he just shook his head and said "You'll just have to wait and see"

Finally, after what felt like an hour but realistically was probably actually about 20 minutes, you felt the car slow and come to a halt in a parking spot

"Okay okay, you can open your eyes!" he said excitedly

You let your hands fall from your face and stared up at the building in front of you

You recognized it immediately, having driven by it every morning on your way to work

It was your local dog shelter

"I thought we could adopt a dog together." His eyes were bright and a big smile was plastered on his face

You leaned over the center console and through your arms around his neck, telling him how excited you were and how much you loved the surprise

The two of you made your way inside the shelter, weaving through the cages and doting over every single dog you saw

Eventually you came across the cutest pitbull either of you had ever laid eyes on

You both looked at each other with a smile, knowing instantly she was the one to complete your little family

I hope you liked it! Thank you for the request!

-⭐

get shipped here!

[nakedmossy]

Depth Over Distance - Part Four (1/2) [Rudy x Reader]

[A/N: I haven’t found a hometown Rudy fic yet soooo I wrote one. I have no idea where this story is going to go and I’m honestly finding it hard to get out of writing JJ and get into writing Rudy, but here we go anyways. I wanted to write something where the reader and Rudy were hometown friends before he moved to LA, and to explore the idea of how that would change/what it would look like when he comes back. Get ready for a S L O W. B U R N. my dudes. Peace and love, Mossy x]

Two days after Rudy got home you had left for your fishing trip with your Dad. It had been a typical trip for the time of year, sketchy weather at best that made for some interesting maneuvering of waves and necessary local knowledge of how the channels and tides worked. It hardly phased you, you had become something of an expert in navigating rough waters lately.

The fishing had been scant and after the first day the youngest member of the crew had gotten so bored with the older gentlemen he was accompanying that he took to flirting with you for the next two days, which was both a blessing and a curse. It gave you a distraction from your incessant thoughts about Rudy being home, but served as a reminder that even in the face of an (arguably very attractive) tourist who was clearly making an effort, you couldn’t think about anyone else but Rudy. The one hour of peace you got every afternoon when the boat was anchored so the crew could fish the shoreline gave you time to concoct the idea of a welcome home party for Rudy. 

After some collaboration with Lizzy and a few people you had graduated with, it ended up becoming a pallet party with a keg in the bush near the Viewpoint (the popular make out spot when you were 15, but also the best clearing/parking lot for more than 5 cars). Half the town had shown up - it was a roaring success, so much so that you had seen Rudy for a total of 10 minutes since the party started.

Lizzy had invited Junior in spite of your numerous attempts to dissuade her (Junior was obnoxious when he was drunk), but she had persisted, noting that she thought they had had a ‘moment’ when she had hopped in his rental truck that day at the beach, and she wanted to investigate further. Naturally this had led to Junior giving her the cold shoulder, her binge drinking and making out with one of the contract fisherman, and Junior following you around for the next hour while you tried to keep him at arms length. He had spotted you on your way to your car and was tripping down the pathway after you now.

“Forget it Junior...just leave me alone” you waved your hand behind you, shooing him away as you walked down the path towards the cars.

“Ah, don’t be like that Y/N” he slurred, stumbling over a root and steadying himself with your shoulder. “I just wanna talk”

“Tough luck” You walked straight ahead and kept your eyes forward, no step faltering, no patience. “Get outta here before I whack you with a stick.”

“Whack me. With a stick.” He repeated, snorting. “Yeah rig- OUCH!”

You threw the stick back down on the ground and continued walking, not looking behind you but knowing he was still following you, albeit now clutching his arm in pain.

“You know, you got really aggressive after we broke up and part of me feels like I could help you fix that” Junior was slurring so disgustingly that a dribble of spit had built up on the side of his lip. You had stopped walking and turned to face him, putting your hand out to stop him from coming closer.

“If anything makes me aggressive Junior, its the fact you STILL follow me around like a lost puppy when you’re drinking. We broke up 5 years ago. Move on man.” You said flatly, pointing back towards the party. You didn’t bother lowering your voice or speaking quietly, the party was so loud that nobody would hear you anyways. “Now fuck off and leave me alone.”

Junior stood his ground resiliently and locked his (dilated) pupils on you, setting his jaw. He tried to cross his arms but he lost balance and had to side step to stop from falling over. 

“Hey man, you good?” Rudy appeared behind him down the path, a can in his hand, walking with distinct purpose directly towards you. Junior looked behind him and groaned, his face souring.

“Dude you really gotta mind your own.” He said with an ego-soaked tone, staring at Rudy for a few seconds before Rudy’s significantly stronger and more sober grip dug into Junior’s shoulder and Junior stiffened.

“I think you should walk away and go back to the party.” Rudy nodded, guiding Junior around him and back down the trail. He stood his ground until Junior looked at you and shook his head.

‘Whatever’ he mumbled before shoving Rudy’s hand off and tripping a few steps backwards. 

“You know, this is so typical. Even after you bailed on her and disappeared, she STILL picks you.” He said, swinging his arm out and frowning directly at you know. “When he puts you in the hospital this time, don’t come running to me.”

With that, he turned and started back down the path towards the fire. Rudy watched him for a few seconds before turning back and looking at you, his face dark with shadows. The moonlight streaming through the trees illuminated your face, showing him your eyes wet with tears. You shook your head and ran a hand over your face, throwing your hands in the air defeatedly.

“What was he talking about?” Rudy took a step towards you but you turned away from him and put your hands on your head, taking a deep breath.

“Nothing. Drunk rambling. He’s an idiot.” You said quietly, breathing steadily and calming yourself.

“Well, no disputing that.” Rudy said quickly, then walked around to see you. “What did he mean about the hospital?” 

You put your arms down and put your hands in your sweater pockets, shrugging.

“Like I said, drunk rambling.”

Rudy held your eyes for a few seconds then reached in his pocket and grabbed a beer, passing it to you slowly. You smiled apologetically and accepted it, cracking it open loudly. He spun to look down the path towards the cars, shoulder to shoulder with you, and fell in step when you started walking again.

“You never mentioned you were in the hospital.” He spoke after a few quiet moments.

“It was a long time ago.” You shrugged, taking a swig of the beer he had given you. Your head was starting to get fuzzy. You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. Or like...ever, actually. “I told you about the specialists...I thought I mentioned it.” You lied.

“You for sure did not mention being in the hospital, Y/N.” He spoke intently, clearly, you could feel him looking at you. “Why?” 

You bit your tongue and groaned internally, knowing there was nothing for it now.

“I don’t know” Lie. You knew perfectly well. “I guess it just seemed selfish to burden you with it...you were busy, you had just moved to LA.” A half lie, you knew if he knew you were in the hospital he would want to come back and you didn’t want to interfere with his shot. “Besides, it wasn’t anything major.” A big lie.

Rudy cleared his throat and stopped walking, putting his arm out to stop you as well. Confused, you looked at him and waited, the darkness from the tree cover making it hard to see anything but the outline of his features.

“Just...will you please be honest with me for a few minutes.” He started shaking his empty beer can against his leg nervously. 

You nodded, acutely aware of how close you were standing to him. You were dreading this conversation but it felt inevitable now.

“How bad was it. Actually.”

You crinkled your nose and looked around, wanting desperately to lie to him again but knowing that you couldn’t. You took a long swig and swallowed slowly, biding your time. Finally, you looked at him as you spoke.

“Pretty bad.” You chose your words carefully. “I was in there for a few weeks...I had some heart complications due to malnutrition and it took a bit to get it stable again. When they discharged me I had to see some specialists, monitor everything to make sure there was no permanent damage.”

Rudy watched you intently, breathing but not moving.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I was embarrassed.” You said finally, looking directly back at him now. He didn’t speak, he just held your gaze silently. You turned, take a few small steps forward slowly. He followed.

“I mean it didn’t even make sense at the time, to me anyways. I had never been that person, I was healthy. Then suddenly...I don't know. Something changed. I just...I didn’t want to eat. Food wasn’t appealing. It wasn’t like I chose not to or was counting calories or anything...it wasn’t like that.” You looked over at him to reinforce the importance of your point. He nodded and kept close to you as you kept walked. “It just...I felt like I lost interest. Not just in food...in a lot of things. I sorta just lost my purpose...shit.” You laughed humourlessly and sniffed your nose, which was cold from the wet air. “I guess I kinda lost myself.”

It felt peculiar to speak this openly about it, especially with Rudy, when you hadn’t talked to anyone aside from your therapist about it since it happened.

“Thank you” Rudy said quietly, after a few moments of silence. You had reached the end of the path that led to the viewpoint clearing, both illuminated fully in the moonlight. Now that you could see him properly you could see that his face was covered in a pained expression, his shoulders slightly sagging. 

“For what” You questioned, slowing down and turning more towards him as you walked.

“For telling me all that.” He smiled at you, a small, sad smile. “Its not easy to open up like that.”

Something passed over his face and his eyes glazed momentarily, drifting somewhere else. You felt yourself take a step closer to him, tipping your head to catch his eye. He smiled down at you and blinked back into the present, sighing lightly.

“I almost called you...a hundred times over.” He said finally, looking over your head at the trees and then back to you. “I never did. Then so much time passed I felt like I couldn’t and...” He closed his mouth and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “and now I wish I had just picked up the phone” He choked out, struggling to form the words.

You felt a weight on your shoulders and a tightness in your chest as he spoke, he looked distraught. You didn’t know what to say, or if there was anything to say, so you stood still, keeping hold of his gaze and praying he would say something else. He didn’t. 

Instead, he put his arm over your shoulders and pulled you in beside him, walking you both forward into the clearing towards the viewpoint fence. He leaned his head down and pressed a kiss into your hair firmly, you closed your eyes and breathed in the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of the wet earth and cedar trees. You felt lightheaded and calm, more calm than you had felt in months. When you reached the fence, he removed his arm and leaned both forearms on the top of the fence, rocking on his feet and looking out across the valley and down at the mudflats. 

“Why didn’t you call?” You asked out of curiosity, matching his posture and leaning over the fence.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to.” He said mindlessly, as if the answer was just under the surface. “After I left you on the beach I was pretty certain you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“I didn’t” You breathed, looking at the side of his face, he winced when you spoke. “I wasted a lot of time being angry at you that year.” 

He met your eyes and his face relaxed when he saw your expression. You smiled and bumped his shoulder with yours.

“I’m happy you’re here now,” You said gently, picking at a piece of the metal. “For the record.”

“Me too.” He placed his chin on his fist, watching you again.

“My turn” You raised your eyebrows and smiled at him, watching his eyes roll and a small laugh escape.

“Fair enough. Fire away captain.”

“Tell me about Anna.”

He looked over at you with a confused expression at first, which slowly shifted to a straight face, then his shoulders sagged and he leaned into the fence, grunting.

“She is my agent. That’s it.” He said firmly, staring at a tree top on the hillside down the embankment below you.

You waited, when he didn’t continue you closed your mouth and took a step back, turning towards the pathway back to the party.

“Alright” You said airily, gesturing to the path when he looked up at you. “Fine.”

“What” He watched you backing away from him. You inhaled sharply and shook your head, smiling.

“We can have that conversation a different time then, but...you cannot lie to me, Rudy Pankow. You are terrible at it. Truly.”

You made the comment lightheartedly but you both recognized the truth in it. Rudy looked around and up at the clear night sky for a moment before looking back at you and smiling knowingly.

“Just give me a couple days to enjoy you before I ruin it with my E! True Hollywood Story, alright?” He said sarcastically, walking towards you and stopping a breath from your face. “Now, lets go get drunk.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat and you replayed him saying give me a couple days to enjoy you until the imprint of his voice faded from your brain. You followed him in a daze back to the party, making easy conversation about how the fishing trip had been, stopping when you reached the keg and grabbing cups. You took it gratefully and raised it to your lips, taking a few large gulps quickly. When you lowered the cup and raised your arm to wipe your mouth, you noticed Rudy was watching you, laughing lightly, his cup still full.

“What - do I have ...is there something on my face?” You wiped your sleeve around your mouth, suddenly self conscious. Someone behind you bumped you and you fell forward, Rudy steadying you with his hands. 

“Easy there, Little Fern” He laughed, helping you stand straight again.

You cringed, wiping the beer that had spilled on your hand.

“Sorry” You looked around for the culprit, but it was impossible to tell who had bumped you. Rudy’s eyes focussed on you and he lifted his full cup, nodding.

“To you.” He tipped his cup when you lifted yours to cheers him. “To us. To...making up for lost time.” His expression was hard to read, but you thought you understood it, it was recognition and happiness and gratefulness and hopefulness all wrapped up in one. 

“Cheers” You said almost inaudibly, lost in his gaze. The fire cracked behind you, breaking your concentration on him.

“A-and-” You stuttered, blinking hazily. “-Cheers to you. Being here. With Me.”

Rudy grinned at you, winking, before clinking his cup to yours and then proceeding to down the entire thing in one go. He chucked the empty cup into the fire and let out a loud yelp, several people around you raising their cups in the air and shouting encouragements. When he looked at you again you swore you saw the breath leave his lungs. He was looking at you with a hazy yet intense expression, his smile rising and falling but his eyes firm, making you feel like the only person he could see.

“What...” You smiled, chuckling lightly. Rudy blinked at you a few times before taking a step forward and swallowing, dipping his head closer to yours so you could hear over the roar of the fire and conversation. 

“Let’s go” He spoke clearly, keeping his face near yours.

“What? Where? We can’t leave YOUR welcome home party” You clamoured for words, your stomach fluttering. 

“Yes, we can. Come on, they’re not here for me, they’re here for the beer and the fire. Lets go.”

“Where?” You turned your face to look at him, your nose brushing his cheek. You felt blood rushing to your face.

“Anywhere” He said in a low voice, hot breath that smelled of beer wafting over you.

You didn’t answer, you simply leaned your head back a bit to see his eyes clearly, and smiled, nodding once. He grabbed your hand firmly and led you away from the keg towards the cars. 

Continued in Part 4.2

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[notsolstice]

Hey!! So that post about wayward son (after realizing not the song) made me monkey side-eye my bookcase to the two novels on my bookshelf and I googled what ppl's beef w her is and long story short, books are in the garbage lol. I literally only bought them bc of the Kevin wada art and never got around to reading them, so yeah waste of money, but no skin off my nose. That being said, you got any recs for some good books?? I don't think I have a particular preference, but I'd def prefer non-fiction (I get enough of real life from daily news articles tbh). If it's too much work, don't hesitate to trash this ask, but I just thought I'd give it a shot since u seem well read and I literally don't think I've read anything extensively since I hyperfixated on the Sherlock Holmes anthology for 16 hours straight lol

oh hell yeah successfully tricked someone else into thinking i am well-read

and oh yeah i know i joke but yea don’t read rainbow rowell’s books because it doesn’t matter how many beautiful covers she gets from a collab with a high profile asian american artists there’s no excusing her first mess of a book. plus the fact that they’re apparently making a movie (???) she’s really not trying to apologize or rehab her image very well lol

BUT ANYWAYS idk if you meant fiction instead of non-fiction but if you’re after non-fiction unfort I will not be of much help since I’ve read like, 2 non-fiction books in the last 10 years and I almost exclusively read genre fiction so apologies in advance if this list is useless 2 u. also just fyi i don’t really read modern YA because I’m a crotchety grandmother so if you are looking for YA that is more woke then I will also not be of much help here. and don’t read the raven cycle no matter what tumblr tells u

the southern reach trilogy by jeff vandermeer. the books are probably my all-time favorite sci-fi literature ever, although calling them sci-fi is probably not accurate. more like magical realism science fiction? first book starts with a team of all-women scientists exploring an area that is hostile to humans on behalf of a shady institution and things get weird from there. the second book drags a bit but it is SO worth it trust me. don’t watch the movie

piranesi by susanna clarke. this is her most recent book, and I’m reccing it instead of her first book, jonathan strange & mr norrell because piranesi is a quick read compared to jsamn which is 800 damn pages long and dense as HELL and probably a little intimidating if you’re out of practice reading. however I do also recommend that if you have the patience.

DISCWORLD by terry pratchett. the discworld series is actually about like 50 books or something ridiculous and ugh ok I was trying to keep this not intimidating but it’s so worth it I promise. dw was a foundational text to my sense of humor which, actually hm. that might not be the best endorsement but whatever. it started out as just a parody/satire of those trashy fantasy books from the 70s-80s but it expanded into its own universe. also you may know it if you watched/read good omens, sir terry was the other co-author besides neil gaiman. you do not have to read them in chronological publishing order btw, they’re actually more like comics, where you can pick a character/set of characters and read their series within the larger canon. there are a lot of reading order lists out there so it’s pretty easy to pick one and start, but I can definitely help more if u want!!!

salt: a world history by mark kurlansky. ok this is a non-fiction book I just picked up and it is very interesting despite the title but this has exhausted my recs for non-fiction i’m sorry. or you can read the giant book about cancer the emperor of all maladies which was great but wiped me out on non-fiction for about a decade

the matthew swift series by kate griffin. i think it’s got some other fancy name as a series title but i literally cannot remember it right now oh well. not the highest brow of Great Literature but i loved this series about a sad man brought back from the dead to do magic with garbage bins and telephone booths. and it’s a series of books about adults doing magic but in no way can it be described as “harry potter for grownups” so that earns it points immediately

wilder girls by rory power. oh wait I did read one YA book that I liked!!!!! this is kind of similar to jeff vandermeer’s writing, although a little less intense. there’s a lot of body horror and feral teenage girls and is delightful to read if you were at any point in your life a feral teenage girl

the starless sea by erin morgenstern. skirting the edge of YA with this one but it was fun and gay and what you should read instead of wayward sons. or just read some spn fanfic i got recs for that too

I have a lot more books I’m trying to read now but I feel like this is a decent place to stop before I start recommending chuck palahniuk and embarrassing myself with my cishet male taste

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The Phantom Menace Drunk Re-Watch

A/N: y’all asked for more reviews and I am here to serve. :) also THE HORSE IS OUT OF THE HOSPITAL CAN I GET A HELL YEAH YOU KNOW I HAD TO CELEBRATE SOMEHOW!!

I am already regretting re-watching this god awful movie but i can’t do maul dirty

there are spoilers for phantom menace in this list but like...its been out for 21 years. if you havent seen it yet what the fuck are you doing

Jesus christ this thing is 2 hours long fuck me

Starting the opening crawl off with a bunch of high brow political information was a BOLD move at best

Obi-Wan "I have a bad feeling about this." Kenobi

YESS OBI AND QUI FUCK EM UP BOIS

Okay okay wait so around 7 minutes into the movie they have a standoff with two droidekas and the droidekas are kicking their asses and so they escape and then somehow just zoom out of the frame?? like they don't walk they're just pulled by some kind of force??? 1999, man

Obi: "The negotiations were short" what a smug ass bitch i love it

"A communications interruption can only mean one thing-invasion" dude what the hell that can not be the case. have you checked the wifi router my guy

Oh fuck I forgot jar jar binks is in this movie get me another beer

also who plays jar jar?? becauseeee I just want to talk. why would you do this to us

That cheek blubbering shaking he does?? JAIL. I AM ABSOLUTELY PUTTING YOU UNDER ARREST STOP RIGHT NOW

Do you think the phantom menace was for the prequels what rise of skywalker was for the sequels in terms of disappointment in the theater

So fun fact about me I have a horrible fear of the ocean and water in general so this whole underwater sequence is literally making my skin crawl

Naboo is vaguely reminiscent of rivendell from lord of the rings I said what I said

While I do respect how much effort they put into the political side of this movie's plot I feel like it's kind of getting in the way tbh

HELL YEAH FIGHT SCENE IN THE HANGAR BAY

"hello boyos." Me trying to flirt

What makes me emo is knowing that R2 was there for literally everyone's adventures and he saw it all and he knows it all but he can't tell anyone :(

MAULLLLLL HELLO SIR ITS V NICE TO SEE YOU

Jar jar is the 8th circle of hell

How tall is Natalie Portman?? because standing next to Liam neeson she looks like she's about 3 feet 4 inches

Anakin's first words to Padme: "are you an angel?" 🥺🥺 Oh-

Watto's neck beard makes me increeeeedibly uncomfortable

Also why doesnt Jedi mind control work on toyardarians?? I have questions

Jesus christ sebulba is terrifying

OBI'S CAPE IN THE WIND SO MAJESTIC I LOVE IT

Okay so at 38:38 into the movie r2 is going into Ani's bedroom and there's a wood carving that looks exactly like Maz Kanata??? 👀👀👀

🥺🥺🥺 3PO and R2 meeting for the first time!!!

Not jar jar eating his food from his plate like a fucking dog please just kill me

Qui-Gon: "I don't know there's just something about this boy." Me about literally anythinf with a pulse and floppy brown hair

C-3PO: "You know, I find that Jar Jar creature to be a little odd." Lol SAME

What is wild to me is that ani's midichlorian count is dummy thicc but it's not talked about enough to be something I remember

MAUL HAS ENTERED THE SCENE THE MAN IS HERE EVERYONE BATTON DOWN THE HATCHES

Qui-Gon to Watto: "Patience, my blue friend." Sksksksk Qui-Gon please

Wait wait wait one of the pod racer announcers is played by one of the guys who was on Whose Line is it Anyway? I just realized! What an amazing show I miss it everyday

That animal farting in jar jar's face lol he deserves it

Also lol why is sebulba so mean to Anakin?? Anakin is like 9 years old. Sebulba is definitely full grown. grow up you fucking loser

I've reached that point in my drinking adventure that I am get very tired so fingers crossed that I don't fall asleep 🤞🏻

Watching this pod race sequence as a child is part of the reason I have so much anxiety now

"Skywalker's spinning out of control!" Lol same

Anakin ate that race tbh

Has anyone written qui gon x shmii content?? because he just put a hand on her shoulder and 👀👀 I am thönking

MAUL V QUI FIGHT SCENE LETS GOO

Listen LISTEN Anakin is like what 9 or 10 in this movie and Padme is ?? 15? 16? No dude. No giving of a necklace and saying "I care for you" absolutely not. JAIL

Palpatine is so good at emotionally manipulating people he must drive a Honda Accord and his favorite movie must be Clockwork Orange

MACE WINDU I SEE YOUUUU YEEHAW

The reveal of Padme as queen doesn't make any sense. Like why?? You could have just waited until it was absolutely necessary bro no need for a dramatic entrace

Anakin too baby to be in battle

Wait is this movie the Star Wars version of the classic man vs technology?? because I'm thinking about the gungans which are very like organic and versus the droids

Also the gungans shield didn't stop the droids from just straight up walking through so like what the fuck is the point guys

YASSSS Maul and Obi and Qui-Gon here we go!!

Seeing maul bust out the double edged lightsaber really made me tingle when I was a young lass

This maul fight is incredibly extra but what else do you expect from the Star Wars franchise

Qui-Gon meditating while waiting for the barrier to fight Maul is absolutely too much

Yay!! the evil donut blows up

IN CONCLUSION

I did fall asleep towards the end there I'm not gonna lie, but ya know, we've all seen this movie before, so.

it was just as horrible as i remembered it but like....i did enjoy falling in and out of sleep as it played in the background so that counts for something right??

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I wasn't able to work on Purple doll yesterday, too much going on, and Rey is sick. I'm really looking forward to seeing Purple and Green together though.

So Rey has been asking for months for me to make her the yellow virus from Dr Mario. Yesterday she even drew me "instructions" to help me get started. I realized I hadn't done it yet because I hadn't come up with a way to do it ~perfectly~. So I just winged it and sewed by hand with a very sick four year old wiggling all over me. And I think it's ugly but she loves it. I let her into my fabric stash to pick our her own materials and threads. We were looking for beads for eyes but she picked sequins (these happen to be super old from my only ballet recital costume when I was maybe 10? I collected all the sequins off the floor ...).

She ran out of patience before I could get the last little front horns on and just HAD to play with him. So I might get to those later.

That was a good exercise of "done is better than perfect". Especially since it made her so happy on a day she was so miserably sick.

With kids you never can tell if they'll like a thing or not, even if you spend hours or days on it they might just be like eh, I didn't mean Like That, I don't want it. But she really loves this so I got lucky. Also having her participate so much might have biased her in favor of it.

Sometimes I think it looks like a cake fail but other times it's pretty good for its origins.

So, the Rowan faceplate got to Buff on Friday and they already had the headback modded and in the mail yesterday! (Though USPS is closed today oooooh I hate waiting.) Now there are a few headbacks modded for Rowan in Buff's Etsy store!

I'm so thankful they work so fast. I've been wanting to work on Green so much, it was very hard to send the faceplate away when she was right there in my hands finally. It was totally worth it though! Buff's mods to the headback are a lot better than what I would have done (if I'd even managed to make any cuts, since I still have a resin dust phobia). Here's a quick glance in a photo Buff sent before mailing:

And, um, in very small text all squished into the bottom and read at high speed I did put a doll body on layaway for the EoS girl head it's a rare find and actually big enough Idealian female similar to the Dollstown 18yr size so I had a moment of weakness after getting 5hrs sleep combined all weekend I gotta get more sleep ahhhh by the way I didn't know Iplehouse made an HID woman body and that's huge too here's a picture size comparison the amazing seller made for me

Dollstown 18, Soom Idealian, Iple HID

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The odd one out. (Goldstein Brothers)

No, this isn't a foursome. Sorry to disappoint?

Requested: 32. "You didn't get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly." + 52. "You're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theatre." From the prompt list.

Genre: comedy mostly? I swear I wasn't high when I wrote this just read till the end before you come at me 😂

(Third Person Point of View)

"He's actually got a big heart; you just don't realize until you really know him." The eldest Goldstein chuckles.

"I don't know. For now, he just seems really loud." The youngest shakes his head.

The two had been walking around aimlessly, just enjoying each other's company. The topic had somehow switched to a discussion of a certain night class prefect. Anything they could talk about was good enough for them, though.

"Aye, my favourite bros!" A familiar voice beams, unnecessarily extending the first and last words. The intruder inserts himself between the two brothers, putting an arm on each one's shoulder.

"We're..you're only bros." Elias stares at the taller blond in the middle. Why Klaus was acting this way, Elias wasn't sure, but he didn't feel the need to point it out. Yet.

Klaus rolls his eyes, "Well, metaphorically, I have a lot of bros."

"Since when do you even use the word bros?" Alfonse questions with a raised brow.

Klaus groans, "Why are all Goldsteins so uptight?"

The eldest and youngest share a confused look. "Excuse me?" Elias raises an eyebrow.

"You're forgiven!" The older man cheers. "Now let's go have a guys' night out; we don't have much time to waste here!" Klaus ignores the but it's daytime?s and why do we not have time?s his brothers were throwing at him and proceeds to drag them into town with no explanation whatsoever.

"Klaus, where are we going?" Alfonse prays for a single, meaningful answer.

Klaus pauses to look around the stores, "I'm sure it was somewhere around here.." he mumbles to himself, paying no mind to his older brother.

"What is?" Elias didn't enjoy being dragged around, unaware of where they're headed to; he was slowly losing his patience.

"Chill; it's a nice place, I've heard." Klaus dismisses the question again and proceeds forward.

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"A strip club?!" Elias shrieks in horror at their destination.

"Dude, you're gonna get us kicked out before we even get inside." Klaus brings his index finger to his lips, motioning for Elias to keep quiet.

"Klaus, what are you thinking?! Are you feeling okay?" Alfonse eyes his younger brother.

Klaus sighs. "Okay, yes, it's weird to go to a strip club in broad daylight, but this place offers a 24-hour service! And you don't even have to worry about Elias being a little younger than the age required to enter; if we're smooth enough, he'll be fine!"

"Out of all these explanations, nothing was even related to our actual issue!" Elias flings his arms upwards in a mixture of disbelief and frustration.

"You're a Goldstein; that's how you're planning to spend your evening?!" The eldest begins scolding Klaus.

Klaus raises his hands in defence. "I've never been here before; I just thought we could try it out together. Come on." It didn't seem like he was taking his brothers seriously for their outbursts, which in turn pissed them off even more.

"I'm not stepping foot into this place!" Elias crosses his arms, looking away in disgust.

"Is it because you're scared your boyfriend will figure it out?" Klaus wiggles his eyebrow at his younger brother.

Elias's cheeks heat up at the unexpected question. "What boyfriend?! You know I don't have a boyfriend!"

"Oh, come on!" Klaus whines, in a not-so-Klaus-like-manner. "I know you're in love with Luca; it's so obvious in the way you stare at him! You don't need to hide anything from me!" He places his arms around Elias and hugs him tightly. (Actually, scratch that. He suffocates him.)

"You know you can tell me anything!" He squeezes Elias even more, if that was even possible. "I'm your owder bwother that woves you!" Klaus uses what could best be described as the voice you use when talking to a baby; he even begins to make kissy faces at Elias, in an attempt to kiss his cheek.

By now, Elias didn't know if he was more embarrassed or scared. He felt awfully mortified, but he also knew that this was not the usual Klaus. At all. Maybe his brother had been possessed, replaced by a clone, or under a spell, but there was no way this was the normal Klaus he knew. And one glance at an (almost) equally horrified Alfonse assured Elias he wasn't crazy for thinking that.

Elias pushes his older brother away. "I'm not in love with Luca, and I certainly don't need you to baby me!" Out of habit, the blond spoke the name with disgust, like he'd just seen the troublemaker cause a mess in the classroom.

"Well, why else would you not agree to join me and Alfonse?" Klaus raises an eyebrow.

"I actually never said I was-"

"Alfonse! You can't just interrupt Elias because he's the youngest!"

"He wasn't even-"

"You're doing it again, Alfonse!" Overshadowed by confusion, the eldest Goldstein stopped protesting, as Klaus interrogates their younger brother. "So? Elias? We're still waiting for an answer, you know."

"It has nothing to do with Luca!"

"Prove it, then." Eyes glinting with mischief, Klaus smirks at his younger sibling.

"What do you mean?" Elias wasn't a coward. However, when your older brother who's normally so stern and composed just took you to a strip club and started babying you, yeah, you might get a bit nervous about having to do what he suggests next.

"I just want you to enter the place on your own, spend 10 minutes inside, then come out, and we'll do whatever you want for the rest of the day." Klaus shrugs, "Bonus points if you get one of the dancers' number."

"Klaus, what in the world-" Was it interrupt Alfonse day? Cuz he sure felt like it was.

"It's okay, Al. I'll do it; at least then we'll be able to put an end to this strange trip." Elias states with determination.

"Ah, yeah, that look in your eyes! Love it!" Klaus rewards him with an applause, as if he'd just watched a scene out of a play.

Elias gives him a look but stays silent. He'd given up on understanding what was up with his brother; he just wanted to go back to his dorm and rest.

An excited Klaus and a worried Alfonse stood out of sight while Elias approaches the buff man guarding the entrance.

It couldn't have been longer than 2 minutes when they saw Elias come back to them sheepishly.

"Hey, the deal was 10 minutes." Klaus states.

"I didn't even get in! When I lied about my age, he asked where I worked. I panicked and blurted out the name of the academy.." Elias drifts off.

"So?" Klaus raises an eyebrow.

"Turns out he's friends with Vincent, and he knows the teaching staff there.." Elias hides his face in embarrassment.

"You got him in trouble for lying, and it's your fault!" Alfonse points an accusing finger at Klaus, who was trying not to burst into laughter.

"Well, technically, you didn't get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly." Shrugging, Klaus blames Elias for the incident, and in turn, earning more looks of disbelief from his siblings.

"Okay, I'm done. I'm just gonna go back to the dorms." Elias shakes his head, unable to keep up with Klaus's madness. That was enough for today; the humiliation and irritation were eating him alive.

However, before any of them could say anything, an angry Luca ran up to them, which was a rare, terrifying view. Elias was sure nobody had seen Luca so angry. Or seen Luca angry at all for that matter. Yet there he was, pissed.

"I've been searching all over for you!" He yells at Klaus.

Elias waited for Klaus to scare the crap out of Luca and everyone within a 5 mile radius of this scene, but instead, Klaus just laughed. Ironically, that scared Elias more than anything Klaus could've done.

"Come on, Emperor; it wasn't so bad!" Klaus teases.

Wait, why was Klaus calling Luca that?

Alfonse's head was spinning in circles; he wasn't sure what was happening or when it happened, but he assumed magic was involved.

"The only thing that wouldn't make this so bad is if murder was legal!" Luca grabs Klaus's collar.

They seemed to both zone out for a few seconds before Klaus pushes Luca's hand away in anger. Klaus's previously calm expression was replaced with a furious one while Luca was back to his playful, carefree self.

"Um..what is happening?" Elias finally asked. He certainly wasn't in the mood for solving riddles today, especially not after everything that happened.

"This is what happened." Klaus reaches into Luca's pocket, pulling out a small, green orb.

Elias thought it looked strangely familiar. Then, it hit him. Alfonse took the words right out of his mouth, though.

"You switched bodies." He whispered.

Elias remembered learning about that green orb, yet it hadn't occurred to him that this could be the case here. He felt slightly dumb for it, but he threw the blame on Luca, considering it was his fault to begin with.

"You're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theatre." Elias glares at the green-haired male.

"Elias snapped." Klaus chuckles, as if the fact that Elias was trying to be intimidating was enough to amuse him and make him forget about Luca's actions. As if.

"Well, it was fun hanging out with you guys! Now, I gotta go!" Luca attempts to escape, but Klaus knew better.

"Not so fast." The prefect grabs Luca by the back of his collar. "You're not going anywhere. You're coming with me." Klaus drags Luca along with him as he walks towards the academy, leaving both Elias and Alfonse fairly overwhelmed.

"That was...weird." Alfonse heaves a sigh.

"I mean, at least Klaus hadn't decided to suddenly change and become this weird person, I guess?"

"True." Alfonse agrees, letting out a little laugh.

It's worth mentioning that only later that day that Elias realized Luca was the one to hug him and baby him, not Klaus, and he wasn't sure which was worse. It made him wish there was some other type of orb that could make them all forget that specific moment ever happened.

Alas, for now, all he could do is bury his red face into his pillow, as Yukiya wonders what's wrong with him.