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🌵👽The Juno Collection - A Collaboration with Juno Birch and Surely-Sims👽🌵

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YES TODAY, the absolutely stunning collaboration between @surely-sims, the alien queen herself, Ms. Juno Birch, and I is finally here 👽!!!

Surely-Sims and I have both been longtime fans of Juno, so getting to do this collab has been an absolute dream, and we're so excited to finally get to share it with you all!

Let's get into it!!

Alien Glam Hair - There's nothing more camp and fabulous than a full head of rollers, other than perhaps a roller behive! Get ready in style with this gawjus hairstyle! Not hat compatible.

Swatches - 24 Polys - 26786 (so demure)

 Incognito Hair - Who is that absolutely stunning woman? It's just Juno doing her shopping and looking like a completely normal human woman with this modest behive in a scarf! Not hat compatible (other than the scarf overlay)

Swatches: 24 (hair) 35 (overlays) Polys: 2432 (actually demure)

More after the cut:

 Attack of the Stunning Gown - A glamorous take on Juno's glamorous take on Alien Girl's gown from Mars Attacks! Check off floor length fishtail sequin gown from your Ice-CreamForBreakfast bingo cards!

Swatches: 20 Polys: 9460

Katelyn Dress - A typical Juno silhouette with an a-line shape, bishop sleeve and a feather trim! This dress comes in a variety of swatches and is sure to turn heads!

Swatches: 50 Polys: 8182

 Kristen Outfit - Another Juno go-to is this blouse, skirt and waistcoat combo! Show your friends who's the true alien fashion queen (still Juno, sorry diva) in this 70s get up!

Swatches: 38 (outfit) 54 (blouse overlay) Polys: 5144

 Erin Outfit: Sister to the Kristen outfit, and probably one of Juno's most recognisable looks. Make a statement with this giant collar!

Swatches: 38 (outfit) 54 (blouse overlay) Polys: 5606

Untitled Sausage Dancer Costume - Juno reaches full power in a hotdog costume, so it only felt right to include one! True to the original, this features realistic bread textures and lettuce that isn't quite lettuce... Oh and who can forget the stunning flippy fringe? She's technically a hat!

Swatches: 6 (costume) 24 (fringe accessory) Polys: 4998

Attack of the Stunning Boots - Where would an alien queen be without a pair of patent platform boots? Probably in some other type of shoe, but perhaps not one quite so stunning! These quintessential boots will really complete any alien's look.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 3244

Vivienne Heels - Inspired by a particular pair of 1990 Vivienne Westwoods, these heels really make an impact...especially if you're landing from space!

Swatches: 35 Polys: 786

 Stunning Sunglasses: Aside from the blue skin, Juno is known for her very specific sunglasses with the incredibly realistic painted highlights that allow her to blend seamlessly with the Earth's population. Also available in regular tinted and clear lenses.

Swatches: 38 Polys: 1876

 Gawjus Gloves: Your regular kitchen gloves made better with some stunning nail polish! An important piece of the human disguise. Comes in fitted and loose versions.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1748 (loose only)

Cucumber Eye Mask & Facepack - Look after your gawjus blue skin with this hydrating facemask, paired with some ominously floating cucumber slices! Swatches: 12 (mask) 1 (cucumber) Polys: 192 (cucumber)

Juno's Sickening Makeup - She's a makeup queen now...well no, I'll probably never do makeup again, but it would be truly rude to deliver a Juno set without her stunning drag makeup! This includes brows, eyeshadow, blush, lips and highlights.

 Pop Earrings - Are they popped gum, are they shiny brains? Answers may vary, but these earrings are iconic and bring some 80s flair to an outfit!

Swatches: 35 Polys: 7788

 Cyberslut Ear Stretchers - Lovely, and very shiny hoop ear stretchers when you want to make a statement, but a regular hoop just isn't doing it.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1461

 Circe Earrings V1 - Simple button earrings in a truly 60s/70s style!

Swatches: 45 Polys: 260

Circe Earrings V2 - The same Circe earrings, but bigger!

Swatches: 45 Polys: 260

 Noodlesoother Earrings - Oversized, abstract 60s/70s earrings for that truly mod look!

Swatches: 41 Polys: 4584

Stunning Cat Glasses - A pair of sunglasses for Juno's sweet baby Cyril! Now they can blend in with the humans together! The space cats are gatekeeping these glasses from the space dogs. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1476

Gawjus Wall Paint - 35 Plain paint swatches with white crown and skirting in the expanded Juno palette! Gawjus Wallpaper - A collection of camp, kitschy, mid-century and mod patterns to brighten up your spaceship or home. Country Carpets: Yes, the 'r' is silent. Lovely carpets in the same swatches available for the wall coverings!

 Juno's Stunning Artwork: Juno's art explores the world as an alien, often pulling inspiration from the trans experience. Add one of these statement pieces to your home for a truly unique talking piece your neighbours will covet but never own (apart from Sylvia-Marie Mashuga. She would totally own at least one). Also comes in a SFW version for the streamers among us...and also anyone who likes a PG experience.

Swatches: 10 Polys: 3036

Joy Despret Begone Sign - The most wretched and cursed vermin in the Junoverse, the Joy Desprets! When they see that you have all this stunning content, they'll come visiting. Head them off with this sign.

Swatches: 4 Polys: 246

Mind Boggling Mirror - Want to feel like Juno is always watching you? Perhaps even judging that outfit? Of course you do. Bring that feeling home with this mirror fashioned after her iconic glasses.

Swatches: 35 Polys: 1437

Judith Louise Doll - What Juno set would be complete without the Christina to her Joan, Ms. Judith Louise! Judith comes in a somewhat clean swatch, as well as a trashed swatch. That's not all, she also comes in a flying version as an oscillating fan!

Swatches: 2 Polys: 14910

 Juno in the Moon Neon Light - What is your house/ship missing? This. Why wouldn't you want a neon light version of Juno's face in your living room?

Swatches: 1 (adjust with the light options) Polys: 8566

And that brings us to the end of my part of the collab! If you're not following Juno, check out her socials here! Go check out @surely-sims' part of the collab here (preview below)!

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A while ago I had the idea to write descriptions of Holmeses (detectives) and Watsons (biographers) from across various adaptations, as though you're adopting them from an animal shelter.

Individual descriptions under the cut. Enjoy!

Holmeses:

Mr Brett

Mr Brett is very close to Canon and might throw some things around after being separated. With the right companion, though, he’ll thrive! Would prefer a single occupant home with lots of climbing space.

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Rathbone

An elegant detective, Rathbone does have a silly side! He loves to play tricks and mess around with rope toys. You will have to watch him while he plays because he will tie himself up more often than not.

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Howard

A fun-loving, giggly detective, Howard is a softy and very tactile. You will need at least two capes and deerstalkers available to allow for washing time, as he will insist on wearing one wherever he goes.

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RDJ

RDJ is a very messy detective and goes through terrible moods when he’s on his own. He’s a sweetheart and very heroic, but he will probably follow you into places you don’t want him to be! Buy some locks.

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Benedict

Benedict is a solitary creature, and has trouble making friends. He can be rude and off-putting but he is fiercely protective of the few people he likes. Might be willing to kill for you - try not to let him.

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Herlock Sholmes

Herlock Sholmes is very outgoing and enthusiastic! He is constantly seeking companionship and may end up adopting you instead. Will need lots of space for flailing and dancing.

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Merrison

A very talkative detective, Merrison can appear petulant at times - and he is! Once he knows you well enough he’ll become extremely devoted to you, even if he doesn’t show it very often.

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Canon

Canon is our most senior detective! He’s been adopted many times but unfortunately keeps returning to us. He may seem cold and aloof, but he's really very friendly and loves to curl up in a comfy chair!

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22nd Century (22C)

Something of a fish out of water, 22C will appreciate a home with lots of familiar elements he can use to ground himself. Suitable for someone with a regular routine and a space that he can claim as a retreat when he feels lost.

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Jonny Lee

Jonny Lee is a lap detective, but only once he is comfortable. You will need to let him come to you for affection, as he won’t accept it when offered. Get used to him bringing you “gifts”, even unpleasant ones; it means he likes you!

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Basil

Our smallest detective is nevertheless a big character! Animated and very quick, Basil would suit a small home as he doesn’t need a lot of space. Give him a few cheese crumpets and he’ll become your best friend.

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господин Livanov

господин Livanov will come and go as he pleases, but likes to be warm and cosy when he’s at home. He also loves to tease, and enjoys the occasional round of boxing! He would prefer a companion who can speak Russian.

Watsons

Burke & Hardwicke

Our bonded pair of biographers, Burke and Hardwicke are both sweethearts. You’ll rarely find one without the other. Both are very loyal and have a mischievous side. Don’t wake them up too early!

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Bruce

Bruce is perhaps not our smartest biographer, but he has a wicked sense of humour and is a friend to all. While occasionally clumsy and gruff, he will charge into danger to save you without a second thought.

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Crawford

Crawford rather enjoys getting into scrapes - though he’d never admit it! He tries to be the responsible one but never really puts his foot down. Make sure to have plenty of arnica on hand for his next black eye.

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Jude

One of our most independent biographers, Jude is still very loyal and willing to take up arms when asked, even if he seems a bit reluctant. Has a powerful side-eye and a bit of a gambling streak.

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Martin

Martin has a temper, especially when patronised or underestimated. Needs an experienced companion who can keep him occupied and challenge him. Make sure he feels appreciated or he may wander off.

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Iris Wilson

Iris is our youngest biographer and extremely intelligent for her age. She is still a child though, and can be a bit selfish and emotional. You will need to be encouraging and help her learn from her mistakes.

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Williams

Williams is a biographer seeking balance in his life. He is loving and fiercely loyal to Merrison, but he also has a strong independent streak. Usually a very affable character, but if he gets angry, you will know about it!

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Old Unreliable

Another of our seniors, this biographer can sometimes get confused about dates and the order of events. Just be patient with him and let him write in his own way. You’ll see how much of a conductor of light he can be!

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Robotson

Robotson didn’t have the best start in life - his previous owners didn’t realise he was a biographer! Thankfully he’s recovered and is now ready to make a home with a new companion. Will need someone dedicated to his routine maintenance.

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Lucy

Our only other female biographer, Lucy is very intelligent and has a wide range of skills, including hand to hand combat. She is also bilingual! She makes an ideal companion, but watch out for signs of distress e.g. dyeing her hair blonde.

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David Q. Dawson

This decorated and distinguished pocket-sized biographer would be perfect for a smaller home. David is very polite and will do whatever you ask of him, but he doesn’t respond well to being shouted at. Cat-free household preferred.

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господин Solomin

Though quite taciturn, господин Solomin is a sweetheart and quick to forgive. He’s very curious - try dropping hints about what you do for a living, and see if he guesses correctly! Provide lots of paper for his notes and doodles.

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⊹ ! ೀ Pile 1 ꒱

(Mostly explicit messages)

So recently, you’ve been feeling horny all the time. Like, I’m literally getting that you feel horny even after you’ve orgasmed. Your body gets turned on without any external stimuli and you start feeling knots in your thighs, making you crave a release. Maybe for most people, even short orgasms cut it but for you even average length ones don’t seem to do it. If your orgasms are short or average length, you might be too sensitive to masturbate right away but you aren’t satisfied and crave a longer, and more satisfying one. You want your orgasms to be something that you experience for a longer time and ones that you experience with your entire body. Right now, you seem to be learning a lot about your own sexuality. I’m so sorry but I’m not getting any other messages except sexual ones here. Your soul is likely a very sexual one? Another thing is that no matter who you are, your nipples are extremely sensitive. They’re so sensitive that many of you may be scared of touching them yourselves. Even if you do touch them, the mere idea of pressing onto them makes you feel tingly all over but in an uncomfortable manner. However, here’s the interesting thing, you may not know it yet but you would really enjoy nipple play of some sort. It does not have to be something too extravagant, could literally just be the other person sucking your tits while touching you. Many of you might not finger yourself and might simply just rub your clit. Even if you do finger yourself, the clit is very important to you. This is not how I was intending this reading to go, I’m not sure what’s going on because this is supposed to be a soul reading and I was expecting anything but this. However, I’m just rolling with it because sexual pleasure seems to be very important to you 😭. I’m trying to look into something that’s not about sex, masturbation and orgasms but I’m not getting anything yet. I think that unless I finish whatever the spirit and your soul is trying to get through to you, I won’t be able to tap into anything else about your soul. So well, you liked to be talked through it and be taught things. You also want your sexual partner to learn from you and to press your pleasure points. Your clit is very important to you. You likely can’t imagine sex without the clit being involved in some way. Maybe sometimes you’d be fine with it but on most days and nights, you prefer being rubbed and licked down there, devoured actually. You want to see your partner pussy drunk. I’m getting a certain image in my mind, you want your future spouse to be unwilling to move their head from in between your legs even when you tug at their hair, try to pull them away, try to push them away or cry out. You want them to be addicted to eating you out almost, you want them to get lost during it. You also have a thing for seeing their tongue work its magic down there. It might sound gross to some of you and you might not admit it but you find the idea of kisses after oral really hot, and if you don’t, you will find it hot when it’s actually happening. You seem to like the tongue a lot so you might naturally like kissing when doing it. I believe that right now you crave to be able to take more care of yourself physically and sexually. You already are but it’s almost like you’re insatiable.

Some of you might have a roommate, might sleep with your sister or mother, or something like that causing you to not have enough privacy but even so, you manage to find ways to indulge in that pleasure in whatever way you can and whenever you can. However, there’s a desire to experience pleasure in a very grounded manner, more times than you usually do in a day and feel, and indulge in the sensation of being blissed out, and warm in your thighs, feet, genitals and stomach. You may want to have the time, space and privacy to edge for a long time and experience a long orgasm that feels very whole, and spreads throughout the body rather than just stays in the genital area. At your core, you’re someone who wants to learn and teach others, and have a respectful reputation. There’s something about wanting to work with others and naturally being cooperative as long as there’s a shared vision. Your soul is currently craving genuineness, self care and being taken care of. You want to nurture and receive the same nurturing back. You desire stability, security and assets of some sort, possibly land or gold. You’re also desiring a physical glow up and to be grounded enough to remain humble. You want to be someone who doesn’t break character easily and is self assured because you’re grounded rather than having a prideful self assurance that’s more fiery in nature. You want the best of the best for your soul. That’s what your soul craves and for that, you want to become the best of the best too. You’re someone who is more long term oriented and values things like ethics, values, morality, stability and commitment. Which is why despite wanting to be touched and experience orgasms, you settle for ‘self care’ because you don’t want to give your body away to just anyone. You hold yourself to really high regard to do something like that. Your soul craves to be more mature and to progress in life, and career. Also, to be in domestic and secure environments. Your soul wants you to take care of yourself from within. “Working out is not enough if you’re not watching your diet.” Not my words, that’s just what I heard. The vibe that I keep on getting is the queen of ants or bees who is looked after and not only everyone is set on taking care of her but also she’s the first priority. Like, if there’s danger, they move her to the safest spot. That’s what you want except that you’re human and you genuinely desire to nurture too. You’re either already very independent but because you closed off in the past, you’re learning how to be giving and nurturing, I don’t think this part ever left you but you still want to experience it to the fullest or you’re giving and nurturing learning how to be more independent, or you’re all three giving, independent and nurturing but because you know your worth, you’re not willing to give it away to just anyone but you’re able to do so to people who need it but you’re still genuinely fine with being alone and you’re self sufficient too. For example, underprivileged children or old people who are living in this world of capitalism and inflation. The third one is what your soul desires to be like. You want to be independent, nurturing and giving but fine with being by yourself, and in fact, content with being as such. Right now, you’re learning about your sexual nature and desires. Majority of the reading was simply about your sex drive so well, I’ll leave you to take care of yourself. I hope that you liked it. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

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You’re someone who can be pretty in friendships and that’s because you mostly feel unwelcome or disconnected from groups of people. Even if they’re welcoming, you don’t feel that connection with them. Even so, you are able to appreciate people for who they are and connections for welcoming you even if you don’t feel that synergy with them. So you have two sides, one side of you is overindulgent in socialising while the other is more of a loner. You’re someone who may start disconnecting from a group overtime. Like when you first meet them, you might really vibe with them because you’ve experienced being left out so you try to include everybody but as time starts passing by, you start leaning into yourself and withdrawing. You seem to have dealt with gossip, falling out with friends, friends affecting you negatively, people misunderstanding you, excluding you or you yourself feeling like an outcast. Also, other people preferring someone else over you. You have dealt with betrayal in friendships and romance, specifically being left for or replaced by someone else. Your soul is desiring travelling and experiencing things that make you feel young, and alive i.e. adventure! For example, stargazing, camping, travelling to different places with different conditions like beaches, mountains, cities, etc. Also, some of you might have a decision to make. You might currently be contemplating leaving something or someone. Your soul knows deep down that you deserve better than this and it’s leaning towards you leaving. For some reason, if you make the decision to leave, it has to be sudden, almost impulsive but something that you don’t look back from. You might have a lot of memories with this situation or person (could be multiple people too), or even if that’s not the case, some level of familiarity is what is stopping you from letting go. You are being told to leave. For some of you, you’ve already left. If this is a person, i’m picking up on them making you feel like an option or choosing someone else over you, or something like that? The vibe that I’m getting here is more platonic than romantic but it could be a friendship that borders on romance i.e. basically someone who sucks you dry by taking all the benefits of a romantic relationship but choosing others over you. Hell, you might not even be treated like an option. There are many different situations coming through here. Some of you may be dealing with friends having turned against you and leaving you out. Some of you may be dealing with mistreatment at school, university or work and might be contemplating leaving. The common theme is that there are two paths here and your soul craves to let go, and seek more, to discover that the grass is greener on the other side. However, some of you have already made this decision, possibly even a long time ago and are craving to progress further.

Your soul craves to experience life in a pure and passionate way, by travelling, achieving your goals and being in environments, and with people who appreciate you, share similar visions and don’t make you feel bad. You have dealt with feeling like you’re not worth committing to, that others always have someone else they prefer over you, being treated as if you don’t have feelings, being treated as not even an option, being treated as an emotional punching bag, being used for your emotional labour, having friends turn against you, getting humiliated and mocked by acquaintances, etc. If you have left and let go already, all of you are different stages. Some of you may still be haunted by the emotions of the past if it’s still fresh, some of you have grown a lot and have found more emotional stability, and understand that it’s good that things are not the same but you still want more growth, passion and experiences in your life. All of you are headed towards growth. If you’re struggling with leaving, I’ve gotta tell you that the grass is in fact greener on the other side. You might have to walk for a bit in order to get to where the grass is green but you need to get there, that’s the only good decision that you can make for yourself in this situation. Currently, you’re learning how to let go of familiar people if they betray or hurt you no matter how long you’ve known them for. Physically for those of you who haven’t left yet and mentally for those of you who have. Many of you have made significant progress in this process of leaving, letting go and doing better. You might think about the past but it’s not something you want to ever go back to and for the most part, you have let go of many emotions that you felt back then because you’ve significantly matured and are craving something different, something more. When you look back, you understand that you deserved better than that so many of you do not even acknowledge them as people you cared about. You seem to have understood that you were taken advantage of and because you deserved, and do deserve better, you have removed yourself from those situations of the past, acting as though they never even happened and you have a resolve to make sure to never repeat history again. It’s not even denial or avoidance, it’s just that you have grown so much that you don’t identify with that version of yourself anymore. If you haven’t left yet, this is what’s awaiting you when you leave. You’re going to become someone who is not willing to and doesn’t feel the need to help everyone, and does not care about familiarity or memories and focuses on what people are doing in the present instead. Also, you’ll not think of the past as something grand when it comes to other people, you’re going to think of it as grand when it comes to you because it will have made you who you are and you’ll be proud of how you used to be too.

You’re not going to be happy about having been used but you’re going to appreciate how innocent you were, how loving you were, your own willingness to do and try until the end. There’s going to be a feeling of you not having lost anything while the other parties lost the best. You’re currently maturing and letting go of the past no matter who you are. Even if you have accepted that you deserved better and have stopped acknowledging your past, it’s something that you think about, and are still letting go of. You’ve forgiven the past especially yourself but you know that you deserved better so you’ll never forgive the people who did what they did and let them have access to you again. There’s something about leaving the home and adulting, it might happen within the next three years at most for many of you. You’ve already started adulting though and it has matured you significantly. You don’t mind weakening connections and even leaving them behind completely because you have experienced really bad things in the past, and have been stuck in the past and nostalgia in the past, and you even tried until the end, seeming desperate so you have outgrown that and know that nothing good is going to come out by trying too hard unless the other person is actively making sure to get somewhere with you as well. You seem to be healing trauma regarding your younger self i.e. childhood, school days, innocent connections like the first loves, etc. You see the past for what it was, the good and the bad, and so you do not idealise it but you do not exactly hate it either, it’s sorta bittersweet, many parts of it but you’re at peace to have grown into who you’ve grown into but you just want something new, fresh, different, familiar but mature. You want to share a close and comfortable connection with people, and share a natural bond that makes them feel familiar to you but you want more than what you’ve experienced, you want something real and won’t engage with them if they repeat patterns of the past for you because you’ve outgrown them. If not, you’re in the process of doing so. You’ve only become more pure over time. Your capacity to love has become more innocent but more mature at the same time so you may not consider things of the past to be ‘love’ as per se. You acknowledge what you’ve given but you don’t identify with your past self who put up with so much bullshit. You desire more and want better for yourself. In the past, you seem to have had lost your sense of fun and adventure due to experiences, and people depleting you. Instead, you were playing small and sticking with them out of familiarity but you’ve gotten your passion and curiosity back, and want to go from there, grow from there. I hope that the reading gave you clarity. Thank you for reading, much love and take care.

⊹ ! ೀ Pile 3 ꒱

On the soul level, you’re someone goal oriented who’s supposed to pursue your goals unabashedly and unapologetically even if it means upsetting or hurting others. However, despite this sort of drive and approach to your goals, you are a very soft person. You seem to lack assertiveness and do not even know how to fight back verbally. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t even react. What seems to have happened is, you were very driven and ambitious growing up but somewhere along the way you lost focus, and lost your way. You became directionless and reckless, and developed almost like an inferiority complex. You’ve always low-key had one because you seem to have contradictory traits and two of those traits that contradict each other are inferiority, submissiveness, inability to speak up and lack of assertiveness, and extreme ambition, drive and a sharp ass tongue. It might sound impossible for both these sides to exist within the same person but they do exist within you. Let me put it like this, your soul is more action oriented than a talker. However, some of you fell victim to a ‘talker’ not realising that most people are not action oriented like you? This is not the case for most of you. So, because your soul is action oriented, when you were younger, you were self assured and more focused on getting things done than standing up for yourself, it caused you to have a more submissive side and image but on the inside, you’re the most driven person ever with a lot of aggressiveness and assertiveness, it’s just that it manifests differently. One example that I can give you that I believe all of you are going to relate with is that you can get very annoyed, impulsive, sharp with words or tone and firm when you’re bothered while you’re completing a task or doing your work. You hate distractions and want to be left alone during such times. You lack assertiveness but you’re action oriented and that’s how you assert yourself. You might run your mouth or did so when you were younger and excited, in regard to your vision, ideas, endeavours because you had the end goal in mind but standing up for yourself aggressively through words, that’s not really you. I feel like the main thing with you is that you struggle with aggressiveness and assertiveness with acquaintances, and those who you’re not close to but when you’re comfortable enough with someone or know them well enough, you know exactly what to say in order to hit a nerve. This is what I meant when I called you ‘sharp tongued’ earlier. When you lost your sense of direction and forgot yourself, you had no real purpose so it led to your confidence and self assuredness disappearing, and your inferiority complex getting stronger. When you were still driven, you didn’t really have an inferiority complex in an extreme way but it was more like, you knew that certain people had certain things in life and skills that you didn’t have, and because you weren’t much of a talker in an assertive manner.

It was something that intrigued you plus you were simply just curious about life because you were young. However, because you were doing your best and had a drive, a purpose in life, you didn’t feel as inferior internally but when you got distracted and lost your direction, your energy that was not well directed just ended up feeding into your inferiority complex. Also another thing that I’m getting that not all of you are going to resonate with is that you would be great at handling conflicts with your fists. You’re calm and seem almost submissive on the outside but internally very passionate and driven, and this drive translates to you needing a lot of physical release which means ‘orgasms’ xD. However, if you get back to finding direction and being yourself (many of you already have), you’re going to become self serving and self assured. You’re going to become someone whose actions are pretty unpredictable because you have opposing and contradictory character traits. You have a rude side to you too. It’s very interesting how many different sides you possess. A good trait that you possess is that you separate your ambitions from your personal life. For example, if your friend wants something you too want, you won’t hesitate to go get it and it’s not like you feel hostile towards them, it’s just that you are going after your goals with your own hard work and efficiency. Your soul is desiring one on one connections right now. There’s a craving to find true love, romantically and even platonically. You want to have a friendship in which you are so close that others don’t even stand a chance to come in between. A friendship so fulfilling that romance is not even a need but you’re also craving romance, you want mutual love that is full of respect and joy. You want to have connections in which people have your best interests at heart. You want to be with someone with whom you’re a unit, a team. One in which you mutually respect and even appreciate, and adore each other’s differences. You want connections that are open and honest, and everyone takes part with equal effort. The most important part of what I’m stating is ‘mutuality’, you need this kind of connection to be mutual, that’s what you crave. You value loyalty and think that consideration is the highest form of love, you consider those you love and you want them to understand that your go getter nature is not meant to threaten them. In the past, due to this go getter nature of yours, you may have failed to consider other people or even if you did, they didn’t see past all the times that you didn’t. It seems to be more of an ego thing for them. For example, you both wanted the same position and you got it then you both wanted to be friends with the same person, and you got it and then you both wanted the same guy but out of respect and loyalty, you decided not to engage with him but he grew to like you despite your lack of engagement.

It leads to others misunderstanding and growing aggressive towards you so you want a connection in which you’re understood, and are able to work with the other person’s best interests at heart because I won’t lie, I understand why your actions have been perceived as selfish in the past. You’re just goal motivated and oriented, it’s not malicious intent but just the fact that you go and get what you want. However, another side of you is that despite being this way, you’re extremely considerate in connections i.e. one on one ones in which you trust and feel a sense of loyalty towards the other person. Everyone who sees you as selfish would have done the same thing as you if they got the opportunity to. They were people who you felt like were competitive with you too whether they admitted it or not so you do not need to feel bad. You want to have connections in which you’d consider the other person and they’d consider you. You have a desire for intimacy and depth one on one connections, both romantic and platonic ones. You value quality over quantity. So you’d be fine if you simply had one life long friend and one life long lover, in fact, that’s what you crave, that’s what you want. You may hold connections to be sacred and want to experience divinity in the form of connections. Some of you fell victim in some sort of one on one connection to someone who knew how to talk a really good game and was incredibly manipulative but were a bum action wise at least to you, but you weren’t able to tell at that time because you were so action oriented that you assumed that everyone was. You seem to have either learned or are learning the lesson to recognise those who keep people around for person needs and in order to boost their ego. You are developing silent power or are growing a realisation of the fact that your power is in the way you’re not asserting yourself outwardly but have a steady heart with a strong drive, a controlled mind and are action oriented. You have struggled with overthinking and a hyper active brain, you still might but most of you have learned how to tame it or are doing so right now. You demand and expect respect from others, and are a quiet thinker who does not express all their thoughts or are learning how to be. You seem to have been acquainted with your inner truth and that’s helping you find power in who you truly are. Like, you may be understanding that you don’t have to stand up for yourself verbally if mistreated or disrespected, instead you can just remove yourself from such an environment and focus on your own life, and goals. You think that that’s a power because there are people who will stand up for themselves verbally but will continue staying in that environment, not removing themselves from such cheap people and situations but you’re not like that. You may not react but you know how to respond through follow through actions. I hope that the reading was enjoyable and offered you some sort of direction. Thank you so much for reading, much love and take care.

[puppylove24680]

#do they actually go to everyone's house instead of just having a bus stop?#that seems like a fake thing made up for tv but i can never be sure

Yes, and if you're rural the bus driver will sometimes go "Hey is [name] on?" and if they aren't you skip the ten minute detour you have to take to get to their house.

Also it isn't uncommon if you're the last kid on the route to be sitting solo in a giant bus with the driver.

If you miss your stop and don't tell the driver in time they take you to the end of the route and back again.

Also if it's a substitute driver the kids are in charge of telling them where to stop. I think they glance at a sheet or something first but it's mostly the older kids who are in charge of it.

Oh and the terrible suspension is used as a game, at least where I was growing up, when the bus hits the speed bumps around the school, or a particularly bumpy section of road you time a jump so it bounces you high enough to touch the ceiling with your hand. It got banned when I was in elementary school.

Hm, what else

There's the modern ones with the big noses or flat ones, but depending on the district sometimes they'll have really old ones with the engine in the back, it makes a big noise and is a good place to shove your backpack. Well, sometimes theirs like, rat poop or something back there, it depends.

All the buses are stored in a bus yard locally so they're all in a big line. In my town it's at an old defunct football field by the elementary school.

Often if there are kids who live especially far away, but still go to your school due to size reasons, they'll have a special small bus, it's about half the size of a normal one and takes that small group of kids home, usually around eight or more.

Each bus driver has a specific bus they use, there are two kinds seat wise, brown and blue, obviously in my experience. The blue ones are newer and taller, the brown ones are leather and usually worn down. The brown buses tended to have quite a few patched holes.

Each school district has it's own set of buses, but if any go down, they'll loan them out to other schools.

Some drivers will have assigned seats and label each spot with a kids name, mine was misspelled when the new driver put it up in my junior year.

Junior's are usually the oldest kids on the bus because that's the year they start driving, or hitching rides with friends.

The bus usually has local radio playing, the one I was in for middle school up had this country radio station that was so repetitive I memorized every segment.

There's a morning and a afternoon route, the morning route is the reverse of the afternoon one, which means you get to sit in the freezing bus solo until the other kids start trickling in if you live at the end. Usually only one or two seats will have a heater, you have to call dibs early to sit there. The mornings in winter are freezing and will sometimes have leaks, especially around the emergency hatches, and the late spring afternoons are hellish, with every window down and people still sweating and sticking to seats.

Usually the younger kids sit in the front and the older kids in the back. The older kids like to gossip or whatever in the back, but also it's quieter. At the very back of the bus is a single one person seat. It is coveted among the loners in the back and gives you more space to dump your bag.

Every other seat fits two to three kids depending on what your bus driver allows. Some bus drivers hate talking, or eating, others are fine with it and will even let you play with toys or do homework. In elementary school I would bring legos to play with like dolls with my bus friends.

Oh and bus friends, based on location you probably won't be on the same route as your friends or classmates, so you'll find one or two people who aren't annoying to sit with everyday.

If you're going to have a sleepover or hangout with someone not on your route, you go to their bus and ride with them home. It's usually a culture shock.

Also entire teams or groups of kids will load onto specific buses if they're going to a certain place for practice or daycare. Usually the elementary or high school for sports.

The standard transport for field trips and sports games is the bus and they'll take whichever driver signs up, so you'll sometimes see a school bus on the freeway or wildly outside of its district.

For my senior trip the school rented an actual overnight public transport bus with the classes money and it was considered the height of luxury.

I think that's about it.

I wonder: Do Americans know about american school buses? Not their existence in general, but how they're seen overseas.

Over here, they're one of the symbols of America, on par with the Statue of Liberty, the flag, the Eagle, and well ahead of any chain restaurant you can name. People won't know any US states, but they will know these vehicles.

The thing is, here in Germany, we don't have dedicated school buses. The general idea is that kids go to school on their own. When that's not practical, they're expected to use (and given free tickets for) public transit. Public transit is designed around this requirement; there are many places where there is a bus, and anyone can get on it, but the route and timetable really only makes sense for school children. In case a dedicated school bus is really needed, that's generally subcontracted out, and the lines either use something like a Sprinter Van for smaller routes, or a normal city or interurban bus (often a used one that's a bit older). School trips are normal public transit, or a rented bus, typically a coach or regional bus.

It's not a perfect system, in the past couple of years there's been an epidemic of people bringing their kids to school in their cars instead of letting them walk, which is less than ideal. It is what it is. But building a dedicated network of public transit lines only for students, and building dedicated vehicles only for that, has never occurred to anyone here.

Of course we know about these buses, from movies and such, but they're as foreign here as cacti or pick-up trucks (actually we're seeing more and more of these here) or yellow cabs (all europeans will assume all cabs in the US are yellow until they actually visit).

You do see these buses here at times, because people still generally like the idea of the US, even if they have a lot of issues with a lot of details, and so folks bring them over, along with stretch limos and stuff (also not really a thing here). And of course, if someone goes to all that trouble, they don't do it to haul school kids, they rent it out for city tours or as a party bus or whatever.

So you see these yellow things as a symbol of faraway places, scenic vistas, some vague undefined idea of freedom that doesn't necessarily hold up to any contact with reality, and it's just a huge part of the whole US aesthetic.

And then you go to a student exchange with the US, and you finally get the chance: You yourself get to ride in one of these iconic chrome yellow buses! It looks just like in the movies! You get in, you drive in them a little…

…and you realise they're shit. Just the worst buses in the western world. Terrible suspension. Uncomfortable seats with weirdly high backs (so they don't have to put seatbelts in, they just restrict how far kids can fly in an accident). Everything made out of the cheapest materials. Turns out the reason why the US uses school buses like that instead of normal modern city buses, which the US has, is to save money and because they just hate kids.

And then it hits you why US Americans say "as American as apple pie", a dish that is made and enjoyed literally anywhere in the world, instead of "as American as yellow school buses". Of course the Americans already knew all this. They got tortured by these things forever. It would never occur to them to see this as a symbol of America, it's just a normal part of life for them. It's a symbol of school and school life and sometimes normalcy, and tells us that these actors getting out of it are supposed to be teenagers, nothing more.

But most people in Europe have, of course, never ridden on these buses. So when they see them in movies and TV, that's a giant big yellow signifier that we're not in Hessen or Wallonia or wherever anymore. A symbol of a different world, one that may be at most a once-in-a-lifetime-experience for most people, just like a picture of a tropical beach, Mayan Pyramids, the Great Wall of China, or Hildesheim (there's no reason to go there twice). And I think Americans don't know that, and that's fascinating.

[alinathinkstoomuch]

COMFORT IN YOU

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader (ex!reader, i suppose) summary: even though the two of you are no longer together, hotch can't help the fact that he still has the need to comfort you. warnings | an: lil hurt & comfort, two exes making soup together but they're still blatantly in love with one another, also pretty sure this is not the correct way to make soup i was really just saying shi to make them busy, yearning i suppose?? word count: 2k

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You were having what you could only describe as a series of bad days. There were no particular causes or events for them, just the uncomfortable feeling of a heaviness in your chest. There wasn’t anything glaringly wrong, but there wasn’t much that felt right, either.

For the past week, you’d been snoozing your alarm until the last possible second. Mornings turned into rushed scrambles - brushing your teeth and hair the only boxes you’d managed to check before bolting out the door. You hadn’t bothered with makeup or a decent outfit in days, simply because nothing seemed worth the effort.

You knew the feeling would pass eventually, it wasn’t a constant thing. Every now and then, you just felt…off. Like you were watching yourself from the outside, going through the motions but not really present.

You were sure there was a word for it. Something detached and clinical - Spencer had once mentioned it on a flight home from a case. The memory hovered at the edges of your mind, but you couldn’t find the energy to chase it down just to label what you already knew.

You just didn’t feel like yourself.

“You’re not seriously staying here past five on a Friday night, are you?” Penelope asked, using your desk as a dumping ground to sort through her large purse.

You glanced up with a tried smile. “No, Pen. Just finishing up. I’ll be out of here soon.”

“Okay, sugar,” she said in what was supposed to be her warning voice – though, like everything Penelope said, it came wrapped in warmth and sweetness. “Promise me you’ll go home, take a nice hot bath, light some candles –” she fluttered her fingers animatedly, “–and show yourself some love.”

You arched a brow. “Is this your subtle way of telling me I look like shit?”

She gasped, swatting you lightly with her pink glasses case. “I would never use such language. But also…yes. A little bit.”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, giving her a full performance of your pretend annoyance.

Penelope just grinned, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Text me when you get home. And take care of that beautiful face, okay?” She reached out, giving your chin a playful squeeze before blowing you an air-kiss. “Self-care, my love. Don’t make me come over there and enforce it.”

“Yes, boss,” you said, standing from your seat. “Have a good night, Penny.”

Once she was gone, you stacked the last forms for your report into a folder, quietly relieved that Hotch wasn't in his office to hand it in to. It had taken you far longer to complete than usual - in fact, you were pretty sure yours was the only report he was waiting on to close out the case.

He wouldn't have given you a hard time about it – he never had – but still, you didn't want him thinking you couldn't handle your workload. Not when you both agreed the job was too important to let anything, especially your relationship, interfere with it.

You made your way into his office, the lights still on despite the fact that he'd stepped out for a meeting hours ago. It should've felt strange being in his space. Working with him. Seeing him every day, even after the two of you had mutually agreed to call it quits. But it didn't feel strange at all.

If anything, your relationship with him had stayed almost exactly the same. The only real difference was that you couldn't crawl into his arms at the end of a long day - and that was okay, or at least you had spent a lot of time trying to convince yourself that it was. You were both adults. Mature. Maybe a little too career-hungry.

You'd given it your best shot for almost a year, and it just didn't work. That was it. There wasn't anything more either of you could've done – or, if you were honest, wanted to do. Maybe if you'd both been accountants, or if one of you had decided to transfer out of the BAU, it might've worked. But neither of you wanted that.

You both loved the job exactly as it was.

So you let go.

And maybe that was love too, in its own way.

You left the report neatly on his desk, then made your way back to your own. After packing up your things, you headed out, the building quiet behind you.

On the way home, you stopped by the grocery store near your place, telling yourself you'd pick up something for a proper dinner. But somewhere between the fluorescent lights and the half-empty shelves, you settled on a frozen meal instead. Very high-nutrient of you, truly.

By the time you got home, you didn't even bother unpacking your haul. You just dropped the bags on the countertop and left them there, your keys landing beside them with a dull clink. You headed straight for the bathroom, aiming for a quick shower and could practically hear Penelope rolling her eyes at your refusal to take a proper bath.

It couldn’t have been later than eight when a knock echoed through your home. Your slippers dragged softly across the wooden floor as you made your way to the door, unsure of who you were about to find on the other side. Perhaps it was Penelope, coming over to check whether the bath salts she had given you for your birthday had finally been put to use.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t Penelope standing there.

It was Hotch. Still in his work clothes, with a brown bag tucked under his arm.

“Well, fancy seeing you here,” you greeted, opening the door wider to let him in.

He stepped inside without a word, moving through the space like he’d never left it. Like it still belonged to him, at least in some small way. And maybe it did. For a while, this had been his second home.

You watched him cross to the kitchen, settling the bag down beside your still-unpacked groceries.

“No Thai?”

“Not tonight,” he replied, slipping off his jacket. “I thought I’d make soup.” His sleeves were rolled up before you could even respond and he was at your sink, using your soap to wash his hands to make you dinner.  

You really couldn’t make this up.

You took a seat on the bench, folding your legs beneath you as you watched him unpack the contents of the bag. “Did you read my report?”

He didn’t look up as he pulled out a bundle of parsley, a container of chicken stock and various vegetables. “I did.”

“Am I going to have to redo it?”

He glanced at you then, the faintest trace of amusement crossing his face. “No,” he said. “It was good. A little rushed, maybe – but not wrong.”

You gave dry laugh. “You can tell me to redo it, I promise I won’t get mad.”

“I know you won’t, but I also know when you’re not at your best. And I’m not going to punish you for having an off week.”

You nodded slowly, watching as he moved to grab a cutting board.

After a moment, you spoke again – softer this time. “You won’t be able to do this forever, you know.”

His eyes met yours again, but he stayed silent.

“I’m serious,” you went on, offering a small smile. “What happens when you start dating again? You’re just going to keep showing up at your ex-girlfriend’s house with soup ingredients?”

“I don’t think dating is in the cards right now.”

You tilted your head, teasing gently. “Why not? Did I leave you that emotionally wrecked?”

He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “No, you didn’t. It’s just…not where my focus is.”

You clicked your tongue, reaching for an orange from the fruit bowl. “Well, that’s a shame. Because dating is in my cards,” you revealed, digging your thumb into the skin and starting to peel.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Thinking of going for a broker this time,” you mused, not looking at him as you pulled off a strip of peel. “You know, mix it up. Maybe someone who doesn’t alphabetize their spices.”

“And you’d be happy with a broker?”

You shrugged, glancing up at him as you popped a piece of mandarin into your mouth. “Who knows.” You chewed slowly, then added with a smirk, “I can easily picture you with a nurse. Or maybe a doctor. Wouldn’t that be fun? We could do double dates, your nurse-doctor, my broker. Very grown-up of us.”

“I don’t think I’m built for double dating.”

“No,” you agreed. “You’d probably scare my broker away.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

You paused, taking the time to eat your second piece of mandarin. “Depends.”

“On?”

“How much I like the broker."

He didn’t respond right away, turning back toward the stove. “Where’s your big pot?”

“Exactly where you left it,” you replied, watching as he moved toward the lower cabinet, like he still remembered this kitchen better than his own.

And the truth was, this – whatever this was – probably wasn’t the healthiest of situations, and it wasn’t making moving on any easier for either of you.

But it was what you knew. What you remembered.

And if this was the version of him you were allowed to keep, you’d take it. You weren’t ready to go back to a life without him, not yet. Not when he still offered pieces of himself and not when you still kept saying yes.

“Do you need any help?” you asked, rising to your feet, your knees clicking in protest.  

“Always need your help,” he responded – just a little too casually. You knew he hadn’t meant for it to land as heavily as it did.

You gathered the orange peel and turned to toss it in the bin, just as Hotch stepped back from the stove. And suddenly, he was right there – in front of you. His eyes found yours and held them, like he was reading something you hadn’t yet decided to say. He’d always been good at that, seeing things before you did. Predicting thoughts you hadn’t even fully formed.

“Have you been sleeping?”

You nodded, brushing past him to rinse your hands. “Like a baby.”

He turned just slightly, enough to catch your expression. “That’s a no, then.”

“It’s hard to get comfortable on a bed that’s broken,” you said, equal parts explanation and blame. And while you wished it was a great sex story you were referring to…it wasn’t. You’d asked him to hang a frame above your bed. The next thing you heard from the living room was a loud thud – one of the bed legs snapping clean off.

“Hey, I fixed what I broke,” he offered.

Ha.

“Not very well,” you muttered, drying your hands. “Where do you want me?”

Hotch paused mid-motion as he added vegetables to the pot, eyes flicking up to meet yours.  

“In terms of helping,” you added, arching a brow like it was his mind that had wandered.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Right.” He nodded toward the cutting board. “You can shred the chicken.”

You did as you were told, moving to stand next to him. Your elbow brushed his now and then, neither of you bothering to move away.

“You still do this thing,” you said after a moment, not looking up. “Organising everything before you start. Like you’re in a restaurant kitchen.”

“It saves time,” he reasoned, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“It’s kind of endearing.”

“You used to call it controlling.”

You shrugged again. “I don’t recall.”

“Just like you don’t recall watering the basil?” His eyes moved to a pot on the windowsill, it’s leaves wilted, dropping sadly.

“You’re welcome to take it home with you.”

He raised a brow. “And let it die under my care instead?”

“Seems fair. Full-circle moment.”

Your elbow brushed his again and the two of you fell silent.

“...You okay?”

You didn’t look at him. “Yeah.”

“You sure?” he pressed, gentler now.  

You nodded, still not meeting his eyes. “Yeah. I mean… not great, but – functioning.”

“Is there anything that I can do?”

You glanced up, offering a tired but genuine smile. “Just make sure the soup’s good.”

“It will be,” he assured you. “I know how you like it.”

And he did – because he still remembered all of it. Everything you liked, everything you didn’t. What you tolerated with a tight-lipped smile and what you outright hated. He hadn’t forgotten a thing.

And as you stood there, watching him move through your kitchen like he still belonged in your home, in your heart, you couldn’t help but wonder how many more times the two of you would let yourselves end up in moments like this.

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[kxsagi]

I have a request for bllk guys

For context: during the time guys were dating their fem s/o they noticed that she isn't fond at mention of her family, whenever guys try to talk about meeting them, her face always gets blank and conflicted along with looking at other side: "Er... Sure..." And always brushed it off and changed a theme. Soon they figured out why.

When s/o finally decided to make them invite on family dinner. They see the way her family treats her, basically her sister is a golden child, her parents always talk about their sweet little baby, whenever guys try to talk about their relationship or change a theme, they always interrupt them and somehow making it about her sister. During helping around, guys couldn't help but notice that her sister is a bit touchy and flirty with them as well. Then at the end of dinner, they end up having audacity to ask if guys can date her sister instead because that sister asked about it? They weren't joking but completely serious.

“𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬”

a/n: we love protective men

also side note to my dear readers: please don’t let anyone treat you like this (i can clock them for you 🥰)

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, karasu tabito, bachira meguru

itoshi rin – “silent rage”

your boyfriend might stay quiet and observant during dinner, but inside? he’s fuming.

his knuckles go white when he grips his fork. his leg bounces slightly, a subtle sign of restrained frustration.

when your sister gets flirty, he clenches his jaw so tightly that you think it might crack.

the moment you two leave, he refuses to let you brush it off.

“don’t do that. don’t pretend it doesn’t hurt. it’s okay if it hurts. they’re assholes. you don’t have to put up with that.”

he holds you a little longer that night, feeling helpless but trying his best to make you feel loved.

isagi yoichi – “boyfriend turned emotional safe haven”

after seeing how your family treats you, your boyfriend becomes extra gentle and reassuring.

he goes out of his way to remind you how loved you are with surprise flowers, handwritten notes, and more frequent compliments.

the night after the dinner, he pulls you into his lap and strokes your hair, softly murmuring:

“you know you’re enough, right? more than enough. you’re everything.”

he might suggest creating new holiday traditions, just the two of you, because he never wants you to feel obligated to be around people who belittle you.

your boyfriend slowly becomes your safe space, making sure you’re always surrounded by warmth, love, and admiration, everything your family failed to give you.

mikage reo – “making a statement”

after the dinner, he refuses to play nice anymore.

the next time you mention visiting your family, he insists on skipping it:

“why would i want to be around people who treat you like you’re invisible? no thanks.”

when your family inevitably makes snide comments about you, he fights back:

“you’re out of your minds if you think i’d ever leave the love of my life for anyone, let alone… her.” the disdain is palpable.

even if he’s normally non-confrontational, he draws the line at watching you be mistreated.

your family now dreads his presence because he makes them uncomfortable with how fiercely he defends you.

karasu tabito – “protective mode on”

your boyfriend might have been polite during dinner, biting his tongue and keeping his cool for your sake. but the moment the two of you leave, he goes off.

“are you serious? rhey treat you like that? like you’re nothing?” his voice is low but sharp, barely containing his anger.

he cups your face, forcing you to look at him, his eyes softening with heartbreak. “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. you know that, right?”

for the rest of the night, he sticks closer to you, holding your hand a little tighter, kissing your temple a little longer, as if he’s trying to overwrite their cruelty with tenderness.

the next day, he might even block your sister or subtly make it clear that he’s not interested in being cordial with her anymore. no tolerance for disrespect.

bachira meguru – “petty revenge”

your boyfriend becomes pettily devoted to making your family uncomfortable.

the next time you visit, he doesn’t hold back his affection for you – kisses your forehead, calls you ‘love’ or ‘baby’ loudly, and makes lingering eye contact with you just to make your sister seethe.

when your family brings up your sister, he interrupts them immediately:

“oh, did you know [your name] got promoted last week? i’m so proud of her. she’s killing it.”

if they insist on talking about your sister, he pretends he doesn’t hear it and just keeps gushing about you.

when your sister inevitably tries to flirt with him, he grins in the most condescending way possible and says, “i only have eyes for one person.”

petty king behavior. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[blob-of-darkness]

I also tend to ✨️gay speedwalk✨️ and tend to feel uncomfortable/restless when I have to slow down for someone and at some point I realized I can sometimes just. Walk in circles around them until I've tired myself out enough to comfortably walk next to them at their pace. Works pretty quickly!

So far I haven't had any complaints of making anyone dizzy/getting in their way/etc but I can imagine that could be a problem, especially if there's not much space or you're hanging out with a disabled person or you're trying to hold a conversation etc - I tend to kind of hop in place between steps in those cases instead.

Well, not hopping as in actual jumping, but more like... uhh I'm not sure how to explain it but kinda like an energetic swaying back and forth on my feet - it means I still get to have my extra movement, but my steps aren't as quick so I don't outrun my firends or mom.

So yeah, if anyone reading this is the fast walking person - there are ways to compromise and not leave your buddies behind!! There are different things you can do depending on the situation!!

Also even if there wasn't, it's shitty to not slow down for a friend that can't comfortably keep up (or maybe even not at all). There isn't an excuse. And sometimes you just have to slow down and that's it. Don't be rude. Either slow down or figure something else out that works for your situation(s).

Also offer breaks!! Especially when hanging out w a disabled person!! Also another tip - if you and your buddy take a break that is a great timing to pace as quickly as you want to get rid of that energy!! And while you're doing that your buddy can take some extra time to rest until you tire yourself out and you rest together for a little longer, before you continue.

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[khaire-traveler]

hello! i love your blog and I wanted to ask a question, do you/how do you balance science & faith? Do you completely ignore science (especially things like evolution), do you work it into your practice, or something else?

sorry if im not getting my question across well, this is coming from someone who has been practicing as of almost a year, i've been asking myself this recently and I wanted to know other practitioners opinions on it.

Khaire, Nonny!

I do incorporate science into my practice. Personally, I believe that trying to separate the two is kinda...not great. Being spiritual shouldn't mean that we can't be scientific also, in my opinion; both things absolutely can coexist. I'm not a mythic literalist, for the most part, so I'm sure that makes it a bit easier for me lol. Spirituality isn't an "illogical" thing, and I think that's a common misconception spread throughout the U.S. society especially: that spirituality is purely hogwash, and no spiritual person can be a scientist.

I believe in evolution, and I also view it as a very beautiful thing! I love animals and plants, I love the history of the earth, I love the science of weather and the ocean and the sky and space. I incorporate it into my practice as subtly as breathing. I say this in the sense that it's not really a big deal for me; I don't draw a line between "science" and "spirituality". Spiritual things can be scientific, and vice versa. Are the stars that burn millions of light-years away from us just beyond our atmosphere not filled with a divine beauty? Is the fact that trees that have lived for millions of years still being alive today not a reason for pause? Is the existence of our bodies at all not indicative of some divine intervention, some living miracle? There is SO MUCH that had to go right in order for us to even be here.

So yeah, I tie these things together because I don't believe they were ever meant to be separate. Someone once told me that only fools separate science and religion, and to some degree, I feel there is truth in that statement. Those who ignore vaccines on account of their religion, who deny the existence of evolution, who deny things that have been proven time and time again - those are fools. I'm not really a judgemental person, but when it comes to these things, I have rather strong opinions (some family members of mine are like this, and that's partially why; I've seen the harm directly). My advice is to not separate these things, but I'm obviously quite biased. It's ultimately up to you on what you decide to be right for your practice.

[coryndoll]

plot ── after you undergo a procedure to erase rafe from your memory, rafe, devastated by the realization, decides to do the same, only to find himself fighting to hold onto the love you shared, proving that some connections can never truly be forgotten.

content ── another flashback!! their first date but also a look into their subtle rich bf who loves to spoil n show her off x pretty gf who loves to get spoiled n get shown off LMFAOOO

authors note ── ik these r short but erm id rather faster updates w shorter chapters ngl, bc i take forever to update when i write too much (writing rly long chapters is my rly bad habit) but IF UD LIKE TO BE PART OF THE TAGLIST, feel free to lmk thru replies, dms, anons, or reblogs !!

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same parties, same people, same pull. it had been like that since the night at the gas station. somehow, you and rafe just kept ending up in the same places, running with the same crowd, brushing shoulders like it wasn’t a pattern. maybe it wasn’t at first, maybe it was just coincidence. but at some point, rafe started making sure it happened.

he’d show up, knowing you’d be there. knowing you’d already have a drink in your hand, knowing you’d be tucked into some circle of friends, laughing like you had no idea he was watching. and maybe you didn’t at first, but you caught on quick.

and then it became a game.

he was persistent, always had been, always would be. he had a way of making himself impossible to ignore, stepping into your space like he belonged there, sliding a drink into your free hand like it was a habit. “just take it, c’mon,” he’d say, cocky smirk in place, voice all smooth confidence. like you’d be doing him a favor by accepting it.

and you? you never made it easy.

you took the drinks, sure, because free alcohol was free alcohol, but that was about it. rafe would wait until you took a sip before leaning in, low and lazy, saying something like, “so when are you gonna let me take you out?” and every time, you’d just tilt your head, feigning consideration before smirking over the rim of your cup.

“i don’t do charity work.”

he always laughed when you said shit like that. full-bodied, head-tilted-back kind of laugh, because he knew you were just playing with him. and rafe didn’t mind a chase. in fact, he liked one.

so he kept showing up, kept offering drinks, kept asking. weeks passed, then months. different party, different night, same energy. he didn’t switch up his approach, didn’t try anything new, just kept making himself known, kept being there.

and maybe that’s what made you start to consider it. the fact that he wasn’t pushy about it, not really. he wanted you, yeah, but he wasn’t desperate.

he wasn’t in a rush. when you shot him down, he never sulked, never got pissed. just smirked, shrugged, took his rejection like it was temporary. “not yet, huh?” he’d say, sipping his own drink, like he already knew it was only a matter of time.

it wasn’t about playing hard to get. it was about making sure you actually wanted to be caught.

then one night, something shifted.

maybe it was the way you caught him looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. something softer, something unguarded, something that made your stomach twist in a way you didn’t like to acknowledge.

or maybe it was the way he just . . . stopped pushing. still made his rounds to you, still handed you drinks, still lingered in your space like he belonged there, but he didn’t ask, not this time. didn’t throw out the usual ‘let me take you out’ like it was muscle memory. he just leaned against the bar next to you, knocked his glass against yours, and muttered, “cheers, trouble.”

and you hated how that made your chest go tight.

so maybe that’s why, when he pulled out his keys to leave later that night, you reached out and plucked them right from his hand.

rafe blinked, watching as you twirled them around your finger, your expression unreadable. “oh, so now you’re stealing my shit?”

“just making sure you’re good to drive,” you mused, clicking the keys against your palm. your gaze flickered to his, then away. “besides. don’t you owe me a date or something?”

rafe went still for half a second, long enough for you to notice, but not long enough for you to comment on it. then he grinned, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you. “baby, you’re the one making it a big thing.”

the poker table was lined with cigarette smoke and men twice rafe’s age, the kind of guys who had real money to lose but played like they didn’t care. it was exclusive, invite-only, the kind of room that sat above the main floor of the club, separate from the noise, the sweat, the bodies moving to the bass downstairs.

rafe had walked them in like he owned the place, a hand on your waist, low, the type of touch that said mine even though you weren’t, not yet.

you weren’t supposed to be here. no, not just here, this close to him.

“you ever played before?” rafe asked, pulling out a chair for you, casual like this was some first-date type shit.

you sank into the seat, thigh brushing his as he took his own beside you. he smelled like money, like the ocean at night, like expensive cologne and bad ideas.

“poker?” you shrugged, watching the dealer flick cards across the table. “only once, and i won.”

rafe smirked, tossing in a chip without hesitation, without looking at his cards. “then let’s see if you’re lucky or if you just talk a big game.”

you felt eyes on you. not just from him, but from the other men at the table, some amused, some annoyed. rafe wasn’t subtle about you, hadn’t been all night. he poured your drinks for you, let you lean into him when you laughed, touched your wrist when he wanted your attention.

when the next round came, he slid half his stack in front of you.

you raised a brow, “what are you doing?”

“you’re playing,” he said, like it wasn’t a question. “with my money.”

you glanced at the chips, then back at him. “you trust me with that?”

rafe leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, voice so low only you could hear it. “princess, i’d give you my whole fucking wallet if you asked.”

your breath hitched, but you didn’t let it show. instead, you picked up the cards, glanced at them like you knew what you were looking at, and matched the bet across the table.

the next few hands blurred together, full of stolen looks and his arm slung over the back of your chair, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. you didn’t win every round, but you played smart, and rafe watched you the entire time, his knee knocking against yours under the table.

and when you did win, raking in a fat pile of chips, he just grinned.

“see?” you smirked, holding up a chip between your fingers, turning it over between the tips. “lucky.”

rafe took it from you, slow, deliberate, his fingers brushing yours.

“nah,” he muttered, watching you like he had you all figured out. “i think you just like taking my money.”

you bit your lip, tilting your head, feigning innocence. “is that a problem?”

rafe laughed, shaking his head, leaning back in his chair. “not at all, baby,” he murmured, voice dripping with something darker, something dangerous. “not at all.”

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[drtyelvisfantasy]

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LINEMAN!RAFE X STRIPPER!READER AU

note: thank you to all who voted in my poll and i hope you all enjoy this<3 please send in any questions you have abt this au, I'll be very excited to answer them all and I am also trying to find a nickname for out reader so if you have any ideas please send them. please like and reblog🎀

summary: rafe takes the reader on a week long trip to florida

warnings: fluff, angst, infidelity, I don't think theres any more warnigs but let me know if I'm missing any :)

Rafe decided that we should go on a small vacation. He said it would be best if we took a break from the hectic lifestyles we were living, and he was right. The drive to Florida was long. I kept trying to convince Rafe to book us a plane ticket, but he kept telling me no. Every time I asked him why, he responded with complete silence.

I had never been to Florida before, so I was excited for the week-long trip.

As Rafe and I entered the small beach house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of normalcy. It almost felt like a home. Rafe said it would be better if we rented a small beach house for the week instead of staying in a hotel—he said we needed a change of scenery. Rafe carried our bags inside as he looked around, his eyes taking in the small, cozy space.

“You did a good job picking this house out,” I said to Rafe.

He smiled, setting down the bags in a small corner. “Yeah, it’s nice. Better than those cramped hotel rooms, right?”

“Yeah… that’s why you should stay at my place more often.”

Rafe glanced at me, a sly smirk on his face. He took a step closer, his voice low. “You always make excuses an—”

Rafe interrupted himself, his voice firm. “No arguments. No fighting. This is supposed to be a relaxing trip, sweetheart. I don’t want any of that bullshit.”

“Sorry.” I was quick to apologize—I couldn’t ruin the trip on the first day. I didn’t want him to hate me for the rest of the week.

“No apologies, baby. I just want us to have a good time, alright? I just want to spend time with you.”

Rafe leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to my cheek, his hand coming up to cup my face tenderly. He pulled away with a small grin.

-

Since we were staying in a house instead of a hotel, we had to go grocery shopping instead of relying on room service and takeout. Rafe grabbed a grocery cart and pushed it through the aisles, eyeing different foods and snacks. We made sure not to buy too much since we were only staying at the rental property for a week.

“What should we make for dinner tonight?”

Rafe looked at me, shrugging as he scanned the frozen meat section. “I’m not sure. What do you feel like having? Something light or something heavy?”

I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing what I wanted to eat. At the end of the day, it was all up to Rafe—I just wanted to see him happy. He looked at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the freezer. He reached for a pack of steaks, tossing them into the cart.

“Steak? Feeling fancy, huh?”

“Yeah, I figured we could treat ourselves. Besides, you know I love red meat,” Rafe teased.

-

We finally arrived back at the house. Rafe and I collapsed onto the shared bed, both of us drained from the long trip to Florida. Rafe pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck as he yawned. I never had to worry about feeling cold or scared at night when Rafe was with me—he gave me a sense of clarity and safety. Every time I had a nightmare, he was there—holding me, whispering that I had nothing to fear because he was right beside me. His presence was my safety, my comfort. I couldn’t imagine a life without him.

Once Rafe and I woke up, we made our way to the kitchen to start cooking. Rafe took charge of the stove, preparing the steaks while I set the table. I could get used to this life. I wanted it to be like this forever.

Rafe glanced at me, his attention still on the steaks sizzling on the stove, making sure he didn’t burn them. “How do you like your steak, baby? Rare or well done?”

“Medium rare,” I replied.

Rafe nodded, his tone firm. “Medium rare it is. That’s the only right way to eat steak.”

After finishing our meal, we took a moment to relax and continue our conversation at the dinner table. Rafe leaned back in his chair, a content smile on his face as he looked at me.

“So… how’s life back home?”

His expression quickly changed, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

“Home? Home is just… home. There’s not much to say.”

“You sure?” I asked eagerly. I wanted to know what it was like back home for him, but more than anything, I wanted to know about his wife. Does she treat him well? Does she know about this trip? Does she know about us?

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s just… not that interesting, ya know?”

“Sorry to hear that.” The words felt hollow, but I didn’t know what else to say. Apologizing was all I ever seemed to do.

Rafe shook his head, waving off my apology. “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. I’d rather not think about home right now. I’m just here to spend time with you.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Rafe reached over and stroked my head gently, his expression softening. “Exactly. We’re here to enjoy our time together, not talk about boring stuff.”

There was a moment of quiet between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Rafe’s attention was focused on me, his gaze fixed on my face. He studied me for a second.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” I asked.

“Well, I was thinking of going to the beach. Spend the day on the sand. Just us.”

“Sounds fun. Been a while since I got a nice tan. You need a tan too—you live on an island and still look pale,” I teased.

Rafe rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Hey, not all of us can be constantly tan, sweetheart. Some of us burn too easily.”

I gave Rafe a small smile in response. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of my face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

-

The next day, Rafe took me to the beach as promised. The warmth of the sun on my skin and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore made everything feel so peaceful. In that moment, all my worries faded, and it was just us—playing in the water, laughing, and losing ourselves in the simplicity of being together. Rafe took every opportunity to touch me, his hands always finding an excuse to be on my body.

“Rafe, put me down! You’re gonna make me all wet!” I giggled, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Rafe laughed along with me, his gaze heated as he looked down at me. “You’ll get even wetter when we get back to the house. But for now…” He tossed me back into the water playfully.

As time passed, we found ourselves back at the house, lying in the shared bed, talking in hushed tones. The conversation was easy, a sign of the growing comfort between us.

“I like it here,” I said.

A warm smile spread across Rafe’s face at my words, his expression softening. “Yeah… me too. I like having you all to myself.”

“We should move here, you know? Just me and you.”

Rafe stayed silent, his expression shifting at the suggestion. He didn’t answer right away, his eyes searching my face as he considered the implications of what I was saying.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Rafe shook his head, taking in my words. The idea of living in this peaceful place with me seemed to resonate with him, pulling him in. He shifted closer, his arm wrapping around my waist, his presence grounding me in a way that felt both comforting and intense.

His tone was soft but firm as he gently pulled me closer. “You need to rest, baby. Today was a long day. Come on, close those pretty eyes and get some sleep.”

“Okay,” I responded obediently. He pulled me into his arms, holding me close to his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head, his hand rubbing up and down my back soothingly.

We made the most of the rest of our trip, enjoying each other’s company, living a simple life, playing house. He seemed happier than ever, his usual tension and anger melting away in my presence. But I couldn’t help but feel a little sad, realizing this was just a temporary escape from reality—and the life I so desperately wanted was still out of reach.

[justarandompersononthehellsite]

If I must be the only one to add the cute then so be it.

So Jason, that initial spark was partially getting clean Ectoplasm for literally the first time in his life. He lived in GOTHAM. He was revived in GOTHAM. The most cursed city to ever cursed city. This clean, pure, concentrated ecto is like drinking an electrolyte drink when he has been functioning with all of the deficiencies. But it's not magic.

OK, well maybe it literally is, but that's not what it's doing here.

Subconsciously, yes. Jason wants to be near Danny for Ectoplasm reasons. But he also consciously wants to hold his hand, take him on dates, and watch his face light up when the projection starts at the planetarium.

And as these things go on, Jason looses that initial spark, that man dying of thirst feeling, but the soft emotions remain, get even stronger the more time they spend together. As he watches Danny with his sisters, watches him care about the world and people around him. Watches him try to protect everyone and everything around him, including Jason, who has so rarely been protected in his life.

At the same time, Danny is freaking out. The treatment is working, Jason is slowly starting to cycle ectoplasm properly, but whatever accidentally control Danny was doing to him isn't going away. Jason is constantly around, reading or cooking or just existing in Danny's space, and more and more Danny is catching feelings. It's not like Danny's blind, he knows Jason is a very attractive person, but it's the way he goes soft whenever he talks to Ellie, and the care he takes with everyone in his territory of the city that really draws Danny to him.

Something something Danny agrees to a coffee shop date, part of the treatment is time spent with Danny so Jason's developing core has ready access to a healthy source of ecto.

Robber. Gun, hostage situation.

Jason keeping Danny behind him, under him, making sure that a bullet would have to get through Jason before it even has a chance at hurting Danny.

With protecting being like a huge flirt for protector spirits like Danny, this immediately makes his already big crush problem into a massive crush problem.

Idk what happens next, but discussions are had, Jason explains about the initial spark but then there's a bunch of other stuff and now I'm in love with you, Danny reciprocates, and now they're dating.

When Jason Todd first met Danny Fenton, he fell in love instantly.

At least, that’s what he thinks.

Danny’s not so sure.

Really? An ecto-starved revenant with malformed instincts just happens to fall in love with the Ghost King, quite possibly the first source of healthy ectoplasm he’s ever encountered and someone who naturally influences the emotions of undead, on first meeting?

Nah, it’s far more likely that Jason is just having an unexpected reaction to Danny’s powers.

And unfortunately, there’s no quick way to resolve that issue.

Jason’s condition can be improved, but it’s a slow process. Even if he went to the Ghost Zone for active treatment by ghost doctors—a huge ask for an active vigilante like him—it’d still take some time.

A more reasonable option would involve brief trips to the Zone along with time spent in proximity to Danny so his ecto can help Jason’s core recover faster even without the doctors present.

And Danny’s… not entirely sure how to feel about that option. Like, he’s happy to help, but it still feels… a bit wrong, considering how his powers might be affecting Jason’s mind.

Jason, on the other hand, is more excited. He’s hoping he can use their time together to win Danny’s heart and convince him that his feelings are real.

[eeksburner]

(PART 2) The way to a man's heart...

Part 1

Simon "Ghost" Riley x SAHW!Reader Fluff

(Note: Sorry this took so long, I have been busy with 20-year-old girl stuff)

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The note had a scrawled "Thank You" written on the outside. When you opened the note, it read, "Thanks for the cookies. They were good. -S (xxx) xxx-xxx" Your heart dropped in both disappointment and excitement. You got his phone number! Wait, why would he only give you an initial? The disappointment stemmed from not getting his full name, but your excitement overrode that feeling as you dizzily unlocked your door and went into your house. S...what a sexy letter. It took you two days and a dozen cinnamon rolls left at his door for you to work up the courage to text the number he gave you. Your hands were sweaty and making the screen of your cellphone gross when you finally sent the text, "Hi, it's y/n, from across the street. I hope you got the cinnamon rolls I left :)." You threw yourself back into the mass of pillows on your bed and clutched your phone to your chest, heart pounding. You weren't sure how much time had past until you heard the familiar text notification sound. You practically jumped out of your skin and went to read the text. "Hello. Yes, I got the cinnamon rolls. They were good, thank you." While you may have gotten a text back, you weren't as pleased as you'd thought you'd be. Why does he text like someone's dry ass dad? You were less nervous as you sent out another text. "You're welcome. If you're ever craving something, feel free to let me know. Also, what's your name? You only left your initial in your note." His reply was, "Will do. I can't tell you my name." Your conversation went back and forth until you learned that his name was "classified" for some reason and to not leave any food for him for the next 2 months as he would be on a work trip. The news about his work saddened you, as it meant you couldn't try to sneak a glance at him if you ever saw him. Over the course of the two months, however, you were surprised to see you were still messaging regularly. You didn't know, but this was huge for Simon. He was finally letting someone in after what went down with his family. Simon knew there was a risk with letting you into his life, even if it was harmless messaging, but he was tired of the lonely days and nights filled with empty sheets and an empty feeling in his chest. He didn't know why, but it seemed like the more he got to know you, the hole in his heart and life seemed to be more and more you shaped. You were incredibly anxious the day after he came home from work. You still didn't know what he worked as and he warned you that he would have to keep his mask on, other than to eat, of course. A 3-course meal was ready for the both of you. Like your usual self, you leaned into your cooking and baking skills and invited him over for dinner as your way to get to know him better, in real life. There was a heavy knock at the door and you scrambled to open it. The smell of cologne and aftershave filled your lungs and the sight of a masked man wearing black pants, black dress shoes, and a black button-up shirt filled your eyes. "Hello." God, his voice was a dream. "Hello," you squeaked out, "Please, come in." He walked past you and into the space between your dining room and living room. You quietly shut the door and admired how much taller than you he was. Your face felt hot and you bit your lip to try and center yourself. "Please, sit down," you practically whispered. "Um, I wasn't sure if you drink wine, so I have a sparkling cider that will go well with the fish I prepared," you said as you grabbed two chilled bottles from the refrigerator. "Thank you," he said, his body barely fitting in the seat at your table. You wondered how a man could be so handsome while wearing a mask. Maybe it was how intently his eyes stayed on you, focused, present. Or maybe it was how you noticed those eyes seemed to be crinkling at the corners. Was he smiling? Unbeknownst to both you and Simon, he was smiling. A small, sweet smile that had his cheeks blushing.

To be continued...

[alllgator-blood]

@bialejaja

SCRAMBLED to color this today because I literally did the lines like a week ago and gave up only because my power kept going out. It started as one drawing, and I kept adding to it because more space needed to get filled and the designs were simple enough, so now there's ALL THESE GUYS.

Now I'm going to do an epic Top Three List of why I love your kallamar. Let's fucking gooo

The silhouette is CRAZY and the outfit is PEAK. I don't know how exactly you think of your shapes but you draw your bishops so incredibly Shaped and it itches my brain in the best way, heket is my second favorite from you because she's SO SQUARE. Also anybody who incorporates plague doctor vibes or just general Medical Themes into their kallamar designs is my hero tbh

Big fan of the scar tissue you include on his design, I myself have a lot of noticeable scars that I can't always cover, so it's incredibly based seeing a kallamar design that keeps his scar tissue from his purged form?? It makes me feel less icky about myself cause this guy is so fucking slay, not sure if that was your intention or if anybody's ever told you that but there it is :')

I LOVE LOVE LOVE when you draw him playing guitar. For some reason I can vividly imagine this mf being invited to a bonfire to play some basic chord ass songs, and then flexing on everybody with his classical guitar skills + heavenly nylon strings + masterful finger work. I'm not sure what you have him play, but as a guitar player that's my reaction to seeing him :')

[jollyhunter]

Thank you @bettystonewell for inspiring this! It might not be the best, okay, but I had a lot of fun with it and that counts for something, right?

Here's my HEADCANONS on how I'd imagine them to react. 👀 Because I think we can all agree that we'd faint if we were to face all three at the same time.

Warnings: Just my non-native English, sorry ✨ [Click here if you want to see my "realistically" and personal answer]

How would BEAU, BEN and DEAN show up at your door? (and react to you fainting)

BEAU ARLEN

Beau would be the absolute politest of the three, even though the entire doppelganger-situation would be so out of his league, he'd stay calm for your sake; He's charming, sweet, casual but also kind of professional (he's a sheriff after all, no matter where)

He'd start with an excuse before even introducing himself; "Sorry to disturb ya, darlin'." "I'm Sheriff Beau Arlen - well -" he'd chuckle nervously, head tipped, giving you those eyes , "-not sheriff of this place - heh-heh ... y'know what, just call me Beau."

He'd probably step in front of Ben (to his annoyance), just to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable under the supe's intense gaze.

When Beau notices you're swaying (and about to faint), he'd be the first to catch you before you even drop. "Whoa- whoa!" He'd scoop you up - bridal style - and gently lay you down on your bed. (After an intense discussion of what to do with you and then being forced to enter your home when nosy neighbours start looking their way)

Beau would get you a wet towel and carefully dap your forehead, sat on the edge of your bed, careful to not invade your personal space but still staying next to you the entire time. Whispering soothing words in slight concern, "Hey, c'mon darlin'... open those pretty eyes for me..." "You're gonna be fine..." "It's all good..." "You're not dyin' on my, right? Blink once for yes and two for nope, 'kay?"

Once you'd flutter your eyes open again, Beau would gently rub your shoulder, relieved that you're okay. "That's it... Hey there darlin'... Had me worried there for a moment... How you feelin'?"

He wouldn't allow you to get up, too afraid you might pass out again, "Hey, hey, ya better time out for a moment." "You need me to get you somethin'?"

(Beau would have locked Dean and Ben out of the bedroom. First he'd want to explain everything to you before you'd be faced with the entire doppelganger-freak-show.)

SOLDIER BOY / BEN

Ben - oh our lovely Ben - he would not be patient. Or polite. Perhaps charming. Only if he feels like proofing Dean and Beau wrong when they'd argue that he's the last person who should knock on your door since he'd just scare the shit out of anyone with his demeanor.

Now that's just bullshit, right? He's goddamn Soldier Boy after all. He used to make all the girls swoon over him. He'll fuckin' proof them wrong, yeah.

"Hey, doll," he'd greet you with his chest puffed out like an eagle, "I'm sure you know who I am." Because how would you not? he's the greatest supe, a war hero, no matter what fucked up universe he'd been sent to.

When your eyes widen, he'd chuckle cockily, "Wanna give Soldier Boy a hand?" and fuckin winks.

Yup, that's the moment you'd pass out. And what can I say... his first reaction to you slumping into the floor, would be a smug bark of laughter with his hands on his hips and a grin over his shoulder at the other two, "Told ya she'd recognize me."

Ben might be a bit of an asshole, but he's not a complete asshole. He'd pick you off the floor like you'd weigh nothing (because you don't) and drop you down on the couch.

"Hey - Wakey, wakey," He'd shake your shoulders and wait for a reaction. (Sorry - Ben would not be very subtle when he'd try to get you back from your unconscious state.) The others would definitely protest but Ben would dare them to get into his way (he'd sent them flying before), arguing that "Well, she ain't no use to us when she's clocked out, now is she?"

"I'll get her back - just you watch and learn. Fuckin' unprofessional wannabe-cocks..." A wolfish grin would form on his lips while he pulls a blunt out and lights it. He'd take a long drag and blow the smoke right into your face, making sure you'd inhale a good portion of it.

Naturally you'd instantly bolt upright, chocking on it and coughing your lungs out with tears stinging eyes. Ben would watch you with a raucous laughter, patting your thigh like a proud father, "Takin' it all the way to the lungs. That's my girl."

DEAN WINCHESTER

Okay, this is Dean's game. Getting into some strangers house? No problem, his daily biz. Yes, the doppelgänger situation would freak him slightly out but it's not like he hasn't dealt with other versions of himself before. Even the entire 'dropped into another universe' isn't new to him. He might be panicking on the inside but he sure as hell won't let his other idiot-versions (not Beau, he's a friggin' cowboy, he's cool) know that.

He'd instantly try to take the lead. Confident, cool, flirty - whatever he needs to pull out to make you step aside and beg them inside. "Hey sweetheart, mind if we used your phone? You look gorgeous by the way, really like the thing you did with your hair." He grins, winks and gestures at you and your bed-hair.

He might even pull his fake FBI badge to make a better impression. "Agent Page, FBI, these are..." He glances back at Beau who waves his hand with a polite grin while Ben grunts and jerks his chin at you "- nevermind them or their eerily identical faces. We need to have a look around your house, won't take long."

[Bonus points if you're not in the US:] His confidence would slip right off his face the moment you'd point out that, uh- FBI? We don't have those here. "What? Wait- oh crap - where the Hell are we?"

Once you keel over from all your blood rushing south, Dean's eyes would go wide and he'd catch you just as you slump into his arms.

He wouldn't think twice about entering your house, but lift you up, one hand under your thighs and the other on your back while he carries you to the closest thing resembling a couch.

Dean would carefully lay you down, check your pulse just to be sure you're okay and then gently pat your cheeks while he hovers over you. "C'mon sweetheart, wake up..." "Now's not the time for siesta... we're kinda in a pickle here." "You want me to kiss you awake like the sleeping beauty?"

You'd startle awake with a gasp and bump your forehead into his as he was just leaning over you to check on your breath for the third time, "Son of a bitch-"

Perched on the edge of the couch next to you, he'd jab while rubbing his head, "Careful, or you're gonna knock yourself out again." When he'd notice your lost look, his expression would soften and he'd smile at you, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "There you are, sunshine. Glad you're back among the living. Now... I know this is going to sound crazy but..."

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In LOVE with your alien fics and I was wondering if it's alright to request for a specific alien race? Specifically the Yautjas (the alien creature from the Predator movies)

I was thinking of a human reader who works in an intergalactic repair shop of some kind for space travel and while she's used to getting beings of their race come by often, there's this one yautja who just keeps coming back more frequently than the others and since he's being such a generous and regular customer she decides to give him some "perks" 👀👀

If you can't then it's fine just wanted to try asking. Absolutely adore your writing and am thankful to have found your blog!! ✨️✨️

A/N: I don’t usually do specific alien races, but you are welcome to imagine this one is a yautja. Also, if you are wondering… yes, the title is a joke. Enjoy!

The perks of being an alienfucker

Alien x fem!reader || exhibitionism (technically), semi-public sex, oral sex, dirty talk (very light)

You’ve been working as a mechanic at the space station for a while. For long enough that some of the “locals” already know you. You are friendly with a couple of them, always cheerful when they show up to fix one thing or the other. You suspect they only bring you the little problems to fix so they can chat with you, you are something like a catch by intergalactic standards. Or so they’ve told you.

But there’s one… There’s one alien that makes your blood boil and your pussy get wet. Every time he shows up you have to bite your lip to avoid saying something inappropriate. But the fact that he doesn’t look much better makes you feel extra giddy. You almost expect him to bend you over the spaceship and fuck you hard, but he never does.

He’s always waiting, as if he’s expecting some kind of signal from you that you want the same thing. And he catches you in the worst moment, when you are ovulating and your vibrator broke down last night. He appears at the door with his big strong arms and his too big body and you are already salivating. You can see every ridge of his body in his super tight suit…

And you had enough of the teasing, of the flirting, of the way his eyes run over your body as if he’s imagining licking every inch of you.

So you turn around and bend over the spaceship. The inclination of the hood makes your ass be higher than your shoulders and you are sure you look sinful like that. You look over your shoulder as you lower your pants and panties, exposing your pussy to him. If he doesn’t get the signal he needs with that… you are more than done trying to get this fine specimen of an alien to fuck you senseless.

He stops what he’s saying (you don’t even know because you weren’t paying attention), and looks at you, his eyes traveling down your body and focusing on your most vulnerable place. “What are you doing?” His voice sounds breathless, and it makes a shiver run down your spine.

You press your face against the cold metal, rapidly warming under your skin, and look at him over your shoulder, wriggling your hips a little. “I think it’s pretty clear. I’m face down, ass up, do you need a map?” You tease like the little shit you are.

He steps closer to you, still a couple feet away. “Don’t play with me, human,” he growls. His eyes are as dark as ever, and he’s clenching his fists at his sides. He seems to be vibrating and you can’t stop the little whimper that leaves your mouth.

“I want you to play with me,” you tell him after your brain starts working again.

He stomps his way to you until he’s standing right behind you, his hands hovering over your exposed backside. “Last chance to say this is all a joke, human,” he warns.

You growl, and he inhales loudly. “Fuck me already, for fuck’s sake,” you let out, your body tense and ready to explode just having him there, looking.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but for him to fall to his knees behind you and start devouring your cunt and asshole like a desperate alien was not it. You try to find something to grab, but you are powerless as he eats you out with everything he has.

You are panting and moaning, a little part of your brain realizing the door is wide open and anybody can walk in. But that only makes you hotter, groaning deeply as he pushes a finger inside of you. Is messy and fast, and your first orgasm catches you off guard completely.

He pulls back, growling low and sustained, it almost sounds like… “Are you purring?” You let out in a choked breath, almost wanting to laugh. But he doesn’t let you think twice about it, the tip of his dick pressing against your opening.

He pushes in, one long thrust that makes your feet get off the ground and you are grateful he ate you so well before because you definitely needed the extra lubrication. He’s big. He feels huge, actually. And you can’t get enough of him.

He fucks you nasty, his hips pushing yours forward and making you hit the metal of the spaceship in an almost forceful way that makes your brain short-circuit as you see stars. He keeps grunting and moaning, and the sounds he makes only drive you further into ecstasy.

It’s fast and hard and everything you needed.

“Come for me before somebody walks by, human. I want to feel your pussy strangling my cock,” his crude words make you twitch around him, creating a new wave of curses and grunts that drive you over the edge.

The orgasm rocks your body backwards, pushing him as deep as possible as you tremble. Your face is pressed to the spaceship and your knees feel weak as he grabs your hips and pushes you off your feet, rutting inside of you until you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. It’s exhilarating in the best way possible.

You come back to your body feeling like jelly, plastered against the spaceship unable to move. He pulls back with a groan, kissing your back one last time before caressing your side.

“I’ll be coming tomorrow... to check on the spaceship.” He whispers before patting your ass and pushing your pants and panties back up, trapping the mess he made on your pussy against the fabric. It feels weird and sticky, but makes your lower belly boil with arousal.

You can’t wait until he returns.

[peepawispunk]

I have some things to say about the situation in fandom the last few days // an open letter to the morally outraged.

I didn't read the fic that started this, purely because I didn't see it in my feed. But I have trusted friends who were able to give me enough of an idea on what it contained that I feel comfortable commenting.

I am both a parent, and was a victim of abuse when I was a child. I would kill or die to prevent my children or any children from becoming a victim of csa. I support a non profit organisation dedicated to keeping children safe from csa and csam.

This fic, from all accounts, did not contain or glorify csa. Also, when it comes to literature, csam laws do not apply. Fictional written works containing csa are actually researched and studied by experts in the psychology field. Well researched. They are not illegal, and the subject matter is in a lot of professionally published works.

Dark themes in fiction and erotica can also be a coping mechanism for victims, to help them reframe their experience. It can be used as a safe means of exposure therapy where they retain control and power in the situation as they read.

Pedro himself has said one of his favourite books is Lolita. Does that say anything about his character or morals? Are you going to go around telling everybody vile things about him now?

Just because something is not to your tastes doesn't mean it should be banned, or that you should be naming and shaming people who interact with it. We are on a slippery political slope with the right wing pushing censorship and banning and othering. Do not make it easier for them to do this.

If you draw the line at uncomfortable subject matter for *you* and then try and draw that line for everyone else, too, where does it end? Do we stop at what makes you feel uncomfortable, or do we stop at what makes the next person, or the next person uncomfortable until we're well and truly censored and it's illegal to do or write anything other than under the covers missionary with your spouse?

If you're not actually out there doing the work to help victims, then what you're doing by naming and shaming is purely performative. If you were out there doing the work to help real victims, you'd be putting your energy there instead of into this stunt.

You might think you're a real hero, out there fighting the "good fight" against "those disgusting people who read that stuff", but what you need to realise is that fandom spaces are not built for you specifically. They are a community, one you need to know the rules and etiquette for.

I've been in fandom spaces for a good twenty something years at this point, so take it from a fandom old.

1. Don't like, don't read. Curate your own experience. We didn't have tags and summaries and descriptions like we have now twenty years ago. We have tags now. Use them liberally, both to seek out what you want to see, and to block what you don't.

2. We're all a community here. If you're new, you're a guest. Don't come into our community and tell us how to do things. You didn't build this fandom, and you most certainly do not get to dictate it.

3. Fanfiction is full of adult content. If you can't be an adult about said content, fandom is not the place for you. If you can't scroll on or block tags, you aren't mature enough to be here.

You don't have to like everything you see. You don't have to see everything the fandom posts. But you sure as hell can't come in here and tell everybody what goes and what doesn't, and use fear and naming and shaming to try and control the fandom. It's awfully dictator of you.

Take a look at this post if you've gotten this far in. Fandom has had these rules long before you joined and they will be the rules long after you leave. It's the only way fandom works.