#i mean like there never was a moment that satisfied me totally but im not sure that that moment can exist in canon

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

theres this moment in potd when theyre in the tardis and yaz is keeping a gun on the master and the tardis lights up with the message from that traitor dalek, right? and the master is like on the plane when the doctor realised there was no pilot being all "messages from daleks?? oh no what could that mean?? the doctor getting coordinates from daleks?? oh no yaz thats so worrying" but like he obviously knows whats going on right hes just trying to get under yazs skin

and theres this moment where he says that and yaz looks at him, and looks at the gun in her hands still aimed at him, and then back at him, and like shes not stupid right she knows hes up to Something it's just not entirely clear yet exactly How hes up to something and what this dalek thing has to do with it but she trusts the doctor right so shes like "im sure theres a good reason" even though shes Clearly Having Doubts and the master says "lets hope so"

i dont really have a point i just hadnt really idk Registered this moment where she looks at that gun like

is this what he wants? am i doing what he wants? how could this possibly be what he wants?

like idk, the doubt is fun. the way the last line before this moment is "im in your head dear" and like the master didnt GET anywhere with this, right? like he wasnt gonna make yaz shake at all she was never gonna like,,,,,defect or anything. he doesnt get anywhere with this, but it does make yaz force the doctor to tell her What The Fuck Shes Doing in the next scene

it might have been interesting to see in the next scene what it might have taken for yaz to stop the doctor from going to see that dalek. like clearly shes loyal enough, or trusts the doctor's judgement more than her own so much, that if the doctor says "it's a risk i have to take" that thats enough to make yaz follow

but what if yaz had been like no i think something is actually wrong here in a way we dont understand yet and if we act now we're gonna make mistakes bc we're Missing Stuff. bc like yaz at this point is pretty fucking familiar with trying to do stuff while Missing Necessary Information, right? what if she'd been like we have a time machine, we can afford to take 5 minutes to figure out what is actually going on here before just walking into something we both know is a fucking trap

[divinesolas]

Unexpected Surprise

Summary: While attempting to gain the support of the vale, jeyne arryn has plans of her own for the prince.

r.q: Everyone forgets house Arryn😔🤘🏻 baddies of the vale Can you write something w Jace and an Arryn maybe lady Jayne’s little sister or daughter or something? Not a totally unreasonable alliance !! They have the coolest castle and knights also Ms Aemma Arryn ™️ like hello!! (I’m impatient as hell for more Vale coverage in season 2)

w.c: 900+

c.w: baela and jacaerys are not betrothed, arryn!reader jenye’s daughter, FLUFF, just a very cute fic, drabble, not proofread

a.n: IVE HAD THIS DONE SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR NO REASON OMGGGG but with the recent jeyne content i felt inspired to write this !! just something super simple <3 HOPE YOU ENJOY !! LOVE UUUU GUYS

masterlist - requests open

“Im sorry, what my lady?”

“I wish for you to marry my daughter.”

This is not how jacaerys thought this would go. When he arrived in the vale he thought he thought he would have to make simple small talk, present some of the benefits, hells even throw some complements her way in order to convince her. This however had not been in his cards.

“I'm sorry my lady i do not understand.”

“My daughter, y/n remains unmarried, around your age, a sweet girl, agree to wed her and me and my men will bend the knee.”

He blinks. He has no clue what to say to her. Jeyne stands after a moment, “I shall go fetch her.” He watches as one of the guards tries to stop her and tells her he will go retrieve the girl but Jeyne seems determined to go herself and he moves letting her leave. Jacaerys stands awkwardly in the middle of the room unsure of what to do.

He is not too sure he can just flat out agree to a proposal without his mother position, it is not like he is a second son, he is the heir to the queen. The next king, his wife to be the next queen. Yet when he sees you walking into the room, wearing a long dress in your house colors with your mother trialing behind with a pleased look on her face he finds himself wanting to agree to the marriage right away.

You are stunning. Easily the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, sure he hasn’t seen that many women but it doesn’t matter. He watches as you bow and mindlessly nods in acknowledgment, unable to take his eyes off you.

Jeyne looks between the two of you with a satisfied look. “Why don’t you show the prince around?” She gives you a pointed look to which you nod, “Of course i would be happy to.”

He walks over and offers you his arm with a smile on his face and you graceful take it before you begin to walk off with him. Jeyne stays behind and smiles to herself.

“My mother is very forward i apologize to you.” He simply shakes his head, he finds himself look at you instead of the halls he’s supposed to be looking at. “It is not an issue my lady, I rather appreciate it.” You look at him curiously but turn away once you notice he is already looking at you. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Many people speak in riddles, not saying what they mean or truly want, your mother is a rare gem.” You smile at the praise of your mother, “She truly is.”

You lead him outside and begin to tell him about the different plants and different sculptures around the courtyards. He is so charmed by you. The way you light up when you spot something and you begin to tell him of a memory you have, like how your mother scolded you for jumping around in the fountain, or when you almost fell out of one of the window's when you fell asleep.

“You truly love this place.” He can tell. The way you smile at the guards as they walk by or the way you know every detail about everything in the walls. But he sees the way you falter slightly at his words, “Am i wrong?”

You shake your head vigorously, “no no i do, its just i have never been away from here. My mother is a very protective woman, she waves away any suitors, she never even lets me leave the eyrie it is ridiculous!” You realize you're letting your emotions show too much and bow your head, “i am sorry that was out of line.”

He grabs your hands and you look at him with wide eyes. “I understand my lady, my mother is similar, i have truly never traveled to far, i wish to explore, once my mother has her rightful throne i believe i will take the time to see westeros a little bit,” He pauses before he speaks again, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “I could take you with me? if that is what you wish my lady.”

He watches as your eyes begin to glow and you beam at him, “truly? oh nothing would make me happier.” He nods and grips your hands tighter, “I shall take you everywhere.”

He does not expect you to throw your hands around his neck and pull him into a hug. He wraps his hands around your lower back, pushing his head into your neck and breathing in your scent. “I will accept your mothers propsal at once. You will fly with me to winterfell.” You pull back and give him an eager look. “Winterfell? Truly?” He nods, “I am to go meet lord cregan stark.”

You can barely contain your excitement at the thought of seeing something that was not the eyrie, especially a place as grand as winterfell.

Jeyne watched you two smile at one another from a window above with a small smile on her face. She does not hear the guard approaching her from behind, “You seem pleased my lady.” She says nothing to him for a moment, simply continuing to stare at the two of you. “Tell my men to ready themselves for war. It seems he will accept my proposal.”

perm jacaerys taglist <3

@tyronesien @itsbookworm987 @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @aegonswife

[bunniislvt]

Guess who's birthday it isss!! MINEEE, YAZIES

was wondering if I could get a Kaeya/Tighnari x sensitive afab reader for my birthday, if not that's totally okay!! Hope your day is going AMAZING!!! Take care of yourself, love ya!

tighnari x sensitive!fem reader

sensitive baby

[fingering , cunnilingus , penetration , tighnari is a tease]

IM SORRY I NEVER GOT TO THIS UNTIL NOW *SOBS*

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a shiver shoots up your spine as his tongue laps at your neck, his fingers burying themselves in your needy hole.

"you like that, dear? tell me how good it feels," he purrs, pushing his fingers up into a sensitive spot inside of you.

in response, you squeal, your eyes tearing up as he abuses that spot. you cant form words, too embarrassed and blissed out.

"come on baby, tell me."

he's so mean, flicking his fingers up quickly for a moment before resuming his previous pace, making you choke out a pleasured sob. he kisses up your neck and to your lips, kissing you sweetly before pulling back to look you in the eyes.

he pulls his fingers out of you, looking down into your watery eyes. he smirks at you, slowly pushing his fingers past his lips and tastes you. heat flared in your cheeks and you look away, whimpering.

"you taste.. wonderful," he moans, his body melting into yours once more.

his lips attack your skin, trailing lower and lower down your body until he finds himself between your thighs. looking up at you, he teases you by flicking his tongue against you quickly, yet feather light. the feeling makes you twitch, his warm tongue massaging your needy clit.

"n-nari.." you whimper, trying to grind your hips against his mouth.

he lets out a moan, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in your taste. his tongue goes everywhere, tasting you as much as he could while his hands hold on to your thighs, pinning them open.

the feeling of him licking you makes you squirm, racing to finish. his eyes open again and locks with yours. he watches as you get closer and closer, teasing you by taking his tongue away before you can orgasm. with a few pleas, he lets you finish on his tongue, lapping you up as you come down from your high. the stimulation makes you whimper, growing teary eyed once more.

"such a cute baby, you want more?"

you nod, grabbing for him. he laughs and climbs on top of you, resting his full weight against you. you sigh in response, wrapping your arms around him as his lips find yours. his kisses make you shiver, soft moans mix between your lips as he pushes his hips into yours. his cock is still in the confines of his pants, but you can feel it straining against the fabric trying to get out.

you reach down and gently tug his waistband down and feel him push against you, a laugh escaping his lips. he grinds himself into you, making you jolt and squirm under him. you were still sensitive from your orgasm.

he coos softly, cupping your face and peppering kisses onto your skin, but that doesn't stop his hips from pushing into you faster. a mix of his pre and your fluids build between you two, making him able to slide in with ease. he pushes until he's fully sheathed, kissing your lips tenderly. your legs kick and tremble as his cock fills you, a soft moan falling from your lips as he parts from yours. tighnari looks at you with admiration and amusement.

"such a sensitive little thing, you're so cute," he purrs, moving his hips back and then into you.

you gasp, hands scratching at his back and trying to hold onto him as he sets his pace, not a fast one but in no means slow. his cock grazes over the sensitive spot inside of you and makes you tremble and grow teary eyed. with each thrust, he makes you moan for him, tears falling down your red cheeks while he admires you, taking in all your cute little reactions.

he could never get enough of you, he absolutely loved teasing you, pushing your orgasm away again and again until he grew satisfied with your tear covered face and babbling moans. he didn't let you cum until you were so desperate for it, body growing limp from the amount of pleasure he gave you. once he was satisfied, he thrusted his hips into you, aiming for that soft spot inside that he knew would make you snap.

and it did. you cried out as you saw blinding stars from how intense your orgasm was, panting heavily and clinging to him until you came down. even after, he gently rocked his hips into you, shushing you as you hiccuped and sobbed blissfully into his neck.

[pinkaditty]

Could we have some after-sex headcannons with Rook and MC? I feel like he's the type of guy to bathe in the afterglow

okok anon i know it's been like ten thousand years since i received this ask but please know i never forgot abt you and i love you for submitting an ask <3

cw: mention of sex, implied sexual encounters, implied and mentioned threesome, penetrative mention, and i think that's all!

a/n: woooooo answering asks!!! i will answer others in the coming weeks i PROMISE i see your asks and i will deliver! <3 my reqs are open so please feel free to ask me anything!!! :)

MINORS DNI AS USUAL! PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY! PLEASE!

first off anon you're TOTALLY RIGHT Rook 1000% bathes in the afterglow and just lays there for a moment after his orgasm bc he always makes sure he's last, prioritizing your orgasm.

sometimes he doesn't even need to get off, fully satisfied after he's made you finish however many times you requested or he felt like doing

definitely is an aftercare person, but he's not immediate with it. he takes his time, slow and steady with it.

he'll kiss you a few times on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin, thanking you for the enjoyable time and experience

he'll hold you close too, regardless of how naked the two of you are. he's going to squeeze you flush against him.and y'all will just lay there for like. half an hour or something. he won't deprive you of aftercare too long.

then he'll get up for a while, and though you miss his warmth, he's running a warm bath for you so it won't be long.

once it's filled to the brim of warm water and all the right skin products to create the perfect bubble bath, he either walks you or carries you to the bath and gently places you in there.

no, he's not joining you, at least not immediately. he's bathing you. literally stroking his hands across every nook and cranny of your skin and I mean everywhere. Literally.

once he's bathed you, he might join you, happy to cuddle you in the warm water and wash your hair or have you bathe him in return.

maybe another round lol

after the bath, he picks you up out of there, dries you off, helps you with your hair before taking you back to his room and sitting you on a comfortable stool while he washes the sheets ofc and then makes his bed and puts you right back in the comfort of his sheets

bottom line he DOES NOT let you lift a finger lol like he's not gonna! not at all! even if he got his back blown out via pegging or fucking or what have you… he will not let you lift a finger. he's servicing you and that's that.

ok i want to entertain the possibility of Vil being present lol sooooo…

if you all had a threesome Vil is also helping pamper you except he absolutely joins you in the bath and the two of you wash each other as Rook helps wash your hair

Vil also is probably the fastest recovering and definitely will initiate a second round in the bath should he have both yours and Rook’s consent

he'll also go and run the bath if Rook is still cuddling you

he's just slightly more busybody not really his fault he'll still love to cuddle you

also after the bath he'll make sure to take you step by step through his skincare routine

maybe he'll practice makeup with you and Rook if you have the energy

if not he'll just cuddle with the two of you and either rest and enjoy each other's company or watch one of his father's movies or something like that

very pleasant experience either way

a/n: lol i might do this for other characters too bc this was kinda fun?? also im sorry if this like isn't up to par 😭😭 i am thinking about redoing it to be honestttt but just lmk if you'd like a redo im happy to oblige!

ofc as usual shameless bit that I love love loooooove reblogs, comments, and asks!! please let me know what you thought! I love to cater to you!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

hi! Im not sure if you have art requests open, or even have any! If you don’t then feel free to ignore this!

I just wanted to request a sanegiyuu comic/artpeice!

Since yk how giyuu can’t swim? Well what about sanemi helping him? Going in deep water where they can stand but sanemi is holding giyuu while he tries to swim!

Ah, but then again if you don’t wish to draw, i want to ask if you can write it? Its totally okay if you can’t!

Have a nice day! <3

im sosorry this took so longg 😭 i decided to write smth+a drawing bc im bad at comics lmfao BUT THEN I GOT STUCK IN AN ARTBLOCK HALFWAY THROUGH IM SORRY (art is at the end !)

Despite being the Water Hashira, Giyuu, in fact, did not know how to swim. He never considered it an important asset, given that demons mostly fought on land anyway. But when Mitsuri reported, an embarrassed flush painting her face, that she had fallen backwards into the ocean on one occasion during a fight, he decided that he might need to learn. He didn’t really know who did know how to swim, given that this wasn’t exactly a subject that came by as it wanted, so he wavered on the decision a bit. He wasn’t shameless. He felt that he would feel humiliated if he asked for help for this one thing—after all, what Water Hashira didn’t know how to swim?? (Especially with his training having consisted with being thrown into waterfalls more often than not). In the end, however, he went to his boyfriend, Sanemi. He supposed embarrassment was a small price to pay if he avoided drowning.

Sanemi agreed to help him—after recovering from a short spasm of what he pretended wasn’t laughter. Really, nobody could blame Sanemi (except Giyuu, who was clueless) what with Giyuu coming up to him with a face set with determination asking, like a child, to be taught to swim. But he did take Giyuu to a river the next time they were both free. He had him strip down until a single cloth derailed the word ‘naked’ to be used as a term for Giyuu’s current state. Then he promptly pushed him into the biting water.

Giyuu, as used to being abruptly pushed into icy water without warning as he was, still yelped as he landed with a splash into one of the deeper parts of the river. He flailed for a moment before resurfacing, his whole body trembling and his arms lifting to wrap around himself.

“Sanemi!” he whined, his feet sinking into the muddy bottom. He moved much too slowly for his taste—held back by the current of the river—until he stood at the edge, glaring up at his boyfriend. “I said teach me how to swim, not kill me!”

“You don’t look dead,” Sanemi remarked, biting back a smirk.

“Are you going to help or not?” Giyuu asked, lips tugging into a frown as he struggle to prevent his teeth from chattering. Fuck, this was colder than he’d realized. Certainly didn’t help that near to all his skin was exposed.

“I will. Give me a moment,” Sanemi said. He stripped down then joined Giyuu into the river, easing down in a much calmer way than Giyuu had had the luxury to afford. After that, however, Sanemi was a lot kinder. Impatience bit at his voice but he held Giyuu steadily, instructing him to hold his breath and submerge his face underwater. It was, unfortunately, the first step.

Giyuu did as he was told, sucking in a deep breath, scrunching up his nose and shutting his eyes tightly before he plunged down into the icy water. The current of the river batted at his face and he struggled to ignore every instinct that screamed at him to come back up. Then, not used to this strange environment, he lost his focus and air instantly tried filling his lungs. He popped back up in a panic, coughing out the water that stung the back of his mouth and his throat, lungs aching. He had apparently inhaled some of the water as he tried satisfying the urging need for air.

Sanemi sighed, rubbing Giyuu’s back and letting him catch his breath. “I said hold your breath, you idiot. Just because you’re the Water Hashira doesn’t mean you should literally breathe water,” he said. Then, with a hint of concern in his voice he added, “Take a minute, though.“

Giyuu took his time, which was much longer than a minute. But when he did decide he had recovered from the apparently traumatizing experience, Sanemi made him do it again. And again. And again. Until he was as comfortable as he could get doing this. By then, they had been in the water for quite some time and Sanemi decided that they shouldn’t risk getting a cold and dragged Giyuu back out. When Giyuu protested, saying he had barely learnt anything, Sanemi threatened that he would personally go back in time and place Giyuu somewhere in the years following 1346. He also added that they could continue the next day, to which Giyuu backed down. He was cold, after all.

The following day, after getting a bit of sleep, they focused on floating. Giyuu was dubious to the fact that he would be able to float, deciding that his inability to swim would render him useless. Sanemi called him an idiot. As it turned out, Giyuu really was somewhat floatable. He found this practice considerably more calming than the last, bobbing up and down in the river, eyes closed and body just… floating along. It was more enjoyable, to say the least. But then Sanemi got bored of this, apparently, because when Giyuu looked around after fifteen minutes of just floating, Sanemi had disappeared. They continued the next day.

As Giyuu progressed, Sanemi started taking him to rivers with longer widths. Oceans were either too far or too dangerous for the moment, unless Giyuu wanted to idle around the shores and make sand castles. So they stuck to rivers.

Despite having felt that none of this would’ve been helpful before they had started, Giyuu found that swimming was actually quite relaxing (as long as Sanemi wasn’t pushing him into the water). He hadn’t lived near anywhere they could use for swimming as a child, so he hadn’t done more than splash about in big puddles. This was much different and he liked it, almost unbelieving of the fact that he had been doubtful this would be anything more than a useful asset might he come across trouble in battle.However, he still wasn’t quite good at it yet which, he supposed, was only normal, yet made him feel reproachful when their next sessions came along. Sanemi assured him that it would take time and not to rush it unless he planned on drowning. Which wasn’t quite so reassuring, but at least he hadn’t quit yet. Even with all his complaints about his inept student. Nevertheless, Giyuu wasn’t the only one having fun and he could see Sanemi looking more relaxed as he laughed (albeit he was laughing at Giyuu for having flailed about after getting scared by what had turned out to be an underwater plant).

(i couldn’t bother coloring fusjjfndn fuck)

[sweetracha]

its like im too anxious to sleep 😞 but i have been drinking lots of fluids!!! im sure my meds will kick in soon and hopefully let me drift off 🥹

on another note - could you maybe write a daddy!jeongin thing but its mostly just reader being obsessed with his hands? (totally not projecting 🥴)

Oh Sugars, I understand that feeling it is awful! I'm very glad to hear you are drinking lots of fluids! My Sweeties got to stay healthy!

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warning: Daddy Dom Jeongin x Sub reader, female pronouns, choking, gagging, and pet names

Daddy's Hands

A soft light illuminated your room from the window on your right. You stretched and groaned, not wanting to face the world today. When you reached out to find comfort in your lover, he was gone. His spot in bed has a phantom warmth meaning his departure was not long ago. As your bare feet hit the cold wooden floor you hissed. You straightened out your sage green silk nightgown and made your way into the hall. It wasn’t long before the smell of toast and bacon filled your senses. If your suspicions were correct, you would find Jeongin in the kitchen.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” his chuckle at his own joke was raspier due to it still being the morning.

“Good morning prince charming” You strolled past him and gave a quick kiss on his cheek. While he was distracted you stole a piece of bacon.

“Wrong movies but I will let it pass because you are so adorable in the morning, princess. Now sit down and no more stealing food!” You followed his whiney instructions and sat at the kitchen island.

You watched Innie finish making breakfast but soon it was your turn to be distracted. Long and slender fingers grasped the whisk tight as he stirred the pancake batter. His other hand skillfully flipped the meat in the pan. When a bit you batter splashed out of the mixing bowl, he used two fingers to scoop it up and pop it into his mouth. How was this so sensual? You two had never fully discussed your addiction to his hands before. When he would tease you for staring too long you usually changed the subject or laughed it off. It was painfully obvious now, as you were soaking the seat below you, that you had a thing for his hands.

“Earth to y/n, baby? Hello?” it was clear he had noticed too. When you snapped back you saw the smug expression on his smirking lips. “Someone sees something they like?”

“I just spaced out while you were cooking, I am probably still tired” you deflected but he wasn't buying it.

“You just happened to be spacing out on my hands? You seem to be doing that a lot these days, hmmm” he grabbed something out from the fridge and set it in front of you. His hand cupped your face gently as he ran his thumb under your bottom lip. He stayed there and played for a second longer before pulling down your lip with the pad of his thumb. A soft moan left you. “if you are so distracted baby, maybe I need to give you something to do” he pulled the bowl closer and dipped his middle and ring finger into the sauce. “tell Daddy how this tastes.”

With that, he opened your mouth up and slide in the two fingers. He let the weight of the fingers sit on your tongue for a moment before he slides further and further back. The sweet taste of honey was left on their trail. As he inched towards the back of your throat you felt your gag reflex acting up. You attempted to pull away but Jeongin was quick to stop you with a hand to the back of your head. He cradled you in a position that should otherwise be sweet but inside was tainted with pure lust. “Uh Uh baby girl, no pulling away from daddy. Taste it” he looked into your watery pleading eyes with his own darkened cold ones. He slipped his fingers as far back as he could and gagged you. You fought back with a coughing fit as spit filled your mouth. When he was satisfied he retreated.

“Messy little thing for daddy” he cooed as the smeared your spit to coat your now plump lips. “What do we say, princess?”

“Thank you, Daddy” Your voice was almost gone at this point.

“Good girl” Along with his words went your panties as he ripped them off of you. “So fucking wet princess. All for me? Just a messy desperate thing for daddy, aren’t you?” he rubbed his hand up and down your cunt.

You moaned in pleasure at his soft petting movements but one particular motion elicited a gasp from you. Your clit hooked on his smooth cold metal rings and you couldn’t help expressing how good it felt. All of a sudden innie’s hand got wetter.

“Oh princess, you liked that? Are daddy’s rings cold on your hot skin? Must feel so nice”. He rubbed his rings into your spot with more intention and pressure now. He loved how you were falling apart in the kitchen chair, all because of his hands. Jeongin knew there wasn’t a single thought besides pleasure in your head. As he slipped in those same two fingers he used to gag you, the others wrapped around your throat.

His instant speed and pacing left you speechless. The fingers around your neck closed tighter and tighter the closer and closer you came to release. It was like his calling card to tell you he knew just how good he was fucking you. Then he hit that spot.

“FUC—DADDY!” you were begging and pulling away but being stopped by the back of the seat. You both knew however that you did not want this to end.

“Take it. Sit there and take it like the desperate girl you are. Finally getting fucked by my hands just the way you wanted.” His hand finally choked you fully. “So be grateful and cum for me”

Those words sent you over the edge as you spammed on his hands. He helped you ride out your high and was careful not to overstimulate you when he pulled out. Before he started aftercare however he had one more thing to do. Jeongin collected your juices on his fingers and shoved them back down your throat, the scene mirroring the one before. As you gaged he praised you.

“Daddy’s good girl”

[nerdygaymormon]

hello! o/ im a queer teenager from canada! i lead my highschool's gsa and am very active in the queer community around us. we raised $800 for the Trevor Project last year, raised $500 towards a chest binder breakroom at our school and are officially putting on the school's first all-age queer prom this may!

however, im very confused at the moment. i grew up in an atheist household and have never really found myself believing in God or anything religious. while i still dont think i believe ALL of it, lately ive been doing a lot of thinking after finding an old pocket bible that belonged to my great grandmother (she practically raised me but i never knew she was religious, she never mentioned it at all) and flipping through it and reading her flagged scriptures (i believe thats what theyre called, forgive me if im wrong), etc.

i then resorted to the internet and have been doing a bit of research and am now very conflicted about my feelings and beliefs. i now have moments where i genuinely believe there is something/someone divine out there. i find myself... almost talking to it, sometimes? i dont really know how to describe it. i even tried praying the other day for the first time in my life. (i probably didnt do it right if theres a proper way, but the point is i did it and i surprised myself.)

even though i have these moments, i still have times where i doubt it all. aside from the occasional joke, ive always done my best to be respectful of people's faith, but never saw myself believing until now. and when i say believe, like i said before, it isnt all of it. (like the creation of the world, etc)

i feel sort of fake in a way i dont know how to describe because of my conflicted feelings and how i dont believe everything. there are a lot of things i want to say about it but i really cant pull words from the emotions and i keep trying to. i also dont really have anyone in my life who i can talk to about this stuff. my family will not take me seriously and none of my friends and teachers are religious.

i dont know if you take asks like this, and its totally fine if you dont, but if you have any kind of advice it would be greatly appreciated.

sorry for the long ask, but thanks so much! hope youre having a wonderful day my friend 🤍

Congratulations for all you accomplish for queer students at your school! That's amazing!!!

That you find some aspects with religion resonates with you shouldn't be surprising or upsetting. Humans have been creating and practicing religions since before there was recorded history. There seems to be a need that is satisfied by religion.

In a broad sense, religion does 3 thing:

1. It provides an explanation for natural phenomena. Why is the ground shaking? Why did the sun go dark temporarily? Why is there a drought? Why is dad sick? Why did a hurricane pummel New Orleans?

2. Religions provide meaning to life. Religion provides answers for what is the purpose of life and what happens when we die. Religions are a vehicle for passing along the wisdom from past generations from hundreds and thousands of years ago.

3. Religion helps humans build community and encourages cooperation among those who believe. Religious belief also helps people develop self-discipline. Unfortunately, religions also have been used to define who is in a community and who is not, and this has led to a lot of harm and even wars

Beyond all these macro reasons, religion is experienced at the individual level. An individual prays and receive comfort and answers and feels a larger entity cares about them. Their faith gives them a purpose. They have a community that is meaningful in their lives. This is part of the truth of their lived experience and can't be easily quantified. It's what makes religion still relevant in the lives of many people today

[raraavisalterego]

To the Wonder (2024) Ep1

(A quick intro)

So i have to say i went into this drama with high expectations based on the cast, the cannes and peoples opinion i had seen. And i was a bit meh in the beginning. The first 2 eps are the lowest point of the drama (which is not bad by any means) but i really enjoy it as a whole. I´d say i enjoy it more than the actual quality of it, like it is good but its better for me because i like it, know what i mean?

I will be writing this as i rewatch . Also like im not going to spell/grammar check this so there may be mistakes

(lets get into it, its going to be loooong and SPOILERS)

"So in the coldest and longest days in winter, no set of footprints can lead to my home"

I really like the intro, gurl set that tone

Damn 3mins and im already glad that i am rewatching, the birch!

(just coping this here for later)

But i do find it curious that an young artist does not know what they want, how does one experience the feeling of wanting to create without a vision of ones creation? i guess insecurity plays a part on it but its something you dont see often

the way the camera panned here made me think this lady was going to be someone later on, is she the writer-housewife? ill see

Girl we will be able to tell... An yet (i am not knowledged in how altay is) one would think that the county seat is still quite "rural" for how city-like they have written Wenxiu to be, and eh i dont know if its the same in the novel but its definately something that made me go ??? at some moments later

the icon, the legend, speak your truth

and now this rat

we will get back to virginia woolf later on, nice

also another note, for someone who loves writting we never see her read, but there is a respect conveyed with straightening the frame that i liked

ok now we are on the village

Like why are we saying hello in mandarin to the neighbours. Here we have thing nº1 that bothered me: you live here, maybe before in a less rural area but still, and you dont know shit in kazak. And i get that she is han, that at home and at the school she went they spoke in mandarin, that they are closed off in their communities, that everyone has to adapt to them and not the other way around. But with all this considered i would still expect her to know some, like a greeting, like thank you. If this is what is normal irl yikes.

Because i understand its use to define a line and she is written to make the viewer feel like an outsider, but too much. Write her a greating please cmon. An ick of mine. Lets move on

We go from watching wuxia on tv to nature documentary to 200m dash, who told you to change the channel!

Exactly: baby. (but i feel this is a minstraslation)

Good point to talk about thing nº2 that bothered me. (it looks like im only talking shit but trust i love this). Ok this happened mainly before starting to watch it. I read the sinopsis and it says Yushi is playing Batay a kazakh and im like wait a minute, he is not. I liked him a lot on fengshen and i knew he can ride a horse pretty well an that is a positive here. So when i started watching and i hear him talk im surprised by the quality of the dubbing, he has the same voice! Then i found out its actually him, nice, another positive. Overall, would i wish that the main actor was kazakh? yes; where the chances high for that? no; am i satisfied with the end result? pretty much.

Also i find him really atractive so...

XD. But its a real thing.

Cute

Ok they have mentioned the county they live in: fuyun, total population of the county 99k, 54% kazakh. Point nº1 stands.

yes

"We are practically living like vagrants" watch what you say, in a couple eps you will be all in for that seminomadic life bby

[cirqosmos]

Just a genuine question, why are you always “cringing”, “puking”, and more when it comes to your own writing? Not only you but tons of writers here does that too. I’m an active reader of yours and i think your writing is fantastic. I’m not a writer so i don’t know the mindset of writers, but as a reader, i thought otherwise about your works. Are you just not satisfied or do you writers just like to underestimate your own writings? Ngl i’m getting sick of writers feeling anything negative towards their own works because i just don’t get why when they’re doing a great job at it.. i mean, sometimes it’s okay to feel down but constantly complaining ab how “bad” or “cringy” their own works? I just hope that writers would see themselves like how us readers see you writers. You know im sayin?

hiii anonnie :3! Aaa thankyouu!! And to answer ur question, it's gonna be a bit long ig but bear w me 😭✋🏻

I do understand what u say, bcs as an artist myself—i do think it's annoying when other artists often say negative things bout themselves and their works but as a writer—apparently it's perfectly normal for us to say these self deprecating stuff to our writings since it's just our ✨dark humor✨ — it's not like we totally hate our writing bcs if we did then we wouldn't post our writings here, it's just a matter of balance between loving and hating our works which take turns everyday — it's the everyday life of a writer; someday we feel like a god, someday we feel like a peasant HAHA (screw grammar, plotting, etc). Plus, yes writer and reader aren't the same; for the first draft of a story, we write for ourselves and the final edit will be for y'all readers but writers like us often sees more mistakes in our stories than readers do, and often it happens when we alrd posted it 🤡 just look at the life of a writer as an episodic never ending drama, we had our ups and downs hehe 😭 bcs even the most professional writer with published books and all will still puke + cringe on their writing since improvement is a never ending cycle ^^ and it's the same thing in everything, when you're refining your craft; art, writing, dancing, singing, etc..—being satisfied w our craft is never the answer, bcs once we feel so then that's the moment our passion for smth dies and the need for improvement fleet away.. and anonnie ur so sweet dw bout it <3

[belabellissima]

OKAY I"M HOMEEEE IM SO READY TO READ THIS

🌌 I had this whole spiel planned about how I was a mastermind who assigned myself as your secret santa as part of an elaborate scheme to seduce you into being my friend, but actually I think between us you might be the mastermind??? 

💭 WHAT IF I TOLD YOU NONE OF IT WAS ACCIDENTAL????? We really were both playing 4D chess with each other to make friends 😂

ngl though actually going back and rereading all the secret santa messages I can totally tell its you now... like it sounds like your online voice and im kinda like How did I not pick up on this?????? Also not me throwing hints that I had an anonymous fic in one of my responses to you (I was literally like.... don't be suspicious.... don't be suspicious... you can say you've written a modern fic but don't elaborate....)

🌌 And while she might have been foolish enough to stray closer to the Wall, even she understood there was no chance of besting a wolf in the dark. Or, gods-forbid, one of the faeries that lived in the Northern parts of their land.

💭 The double meaning here though!!!! Northern could be both spring which is just… north, Or it could be the ✨ Night Court!!!!! ✨

🌌 Mesmerizing—the lethal, gentle beauty of the snow. She should hate it, but maybe that would feel too close to hating herself.

💭 The quick 180 this hit me with emotionally, going from beautiful imagery to sobbing 😭🥺

🌌 Her fingers trembled. So much food—such salvation.

💭 Me: it’s a serious scene and a tense moment, don’t laugh

Also me:

🌌 He was enormous. The village hunters had said as much about the wolves that prowled in the northern territory, had spoken of animals large as ponies with an unrivaled stealth. She’d assumed their stories were embellished. No animal that massive could be so quiet.

💭 Andras my love I adore you but also this is what I always imagine:

🌌 Yes, that instinctual voice agreed. The fae are dangerous. The fae are merciless. End him now and save your village from slaughter.

A prickling sensation along her back struck Feyre with a new fear—that he wasn’t alone. But she couldn’t hazard a glance over her shoulder to be sure, not without taking her eyes off the wolf.

💭 IS RHYS THERE COAXING HER???????? IM!!!!!!!!!

🌌 She stared at him until that coat of charcoal and obsidian and ivory ceased rising and falling.

💭 ☹️😭 rip andras you were a real one

🌌 And though nothing emerged from the trees on the other side of the clearing, she swore something in the vacant space stared back. Curious. Patient.

💭 Oh yeah Rhys is sooo there and already in love (unless….👀)

🌌 Fine. She slid her eyes past them dismissively, searching the crowd for unfamiliar faces, someone who might be inclined to buy a wolf hide. Like the tall, raven-haired man sitting on the lip of the broken square fountain, without any cart or stall, but looking like he was holding court nonetheless.

💭 HES HERE😍

🌌 He was handsome, ungodly so, and smiling to himself like he knew it.

💭 Of course he does girl!!!! He can hear you think it too! Also having Rhys be THE mercenary!!!!!! Galaxy brain take right there!!🤯

🌌 No,” Feyre said. “I’m just curious. I’ve never seen you here before.”

I would have noticed you, she thought.

💭 Rhys has to be so smug right now

🌌 As he contemplated her response, his gaze snagged on her arm and his smile faltered. “Are you a painter?”

💭Oh the way this made me feel like Amarantha sent him to find who killed the wolf and he was not expecting it to be his painter🥲

🌌 “I hail from Illyria,” he said. At her blank look, he added, “A tribe of people nestled in the steppes of a far-away mountain range.”

On the continent, she filled in.

💭 I love a good misdirect through omission it’s just so satisfying

🌌 Things look promising from where I’m sitting.” Was he… flirting with her?

💭 Leave it to Rhys to start flirting immediately😂 love that for him

🌌 Impressive kill, little huntress. You must be a good shot.”

“If I weren’t, I’d be dead.”

💭 AAAAYYYYYEEE THERES A LINE I KNOW!!!

🌌 She let him count, her mind far away while she plotted their different options of escape, including the scenarios where she had to drag her sisters kicking and screaming from their beds. It was preferable to a vengeful faerie doing the same.

💭 Oh the dramatic irony!!

🌌More of that wicked amusement spread over Rhys’s face. “Friend of yours?”

💭Isaac/Rhys interactions are always so fun!!!! Rhys trying trying so hard to be chill and not reveal jealousy, Isaac like “who tf are you???” Ahhhh 💯

Also Isaac saying he’s getting married only to be the one trying to stop Feyre meeting new people…. Side eye my guy

Also I’m sobbing bc this was where I fell asleep still reading😭 phone still in hand when I woke up, so close to the end, wondering why I couldn’t remember how it ended before I realized 🤦🏼‍♀️

🌌 And as she walked, she found herself thinking about Rhys, unflinching at the bite of winter. And how, for that short time she’d been drenched in the heat of his gaze, his eyes the first vibrant color she’d seen since winter had overtaken the village, she’d forgotten what it was to be cold.

💭🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

OKAY I FINISHED AND I LOVED IT HOLY SHIT IT WAS BEAUTIFUL RHYS WAS AMAZING FEYRE WAS HEARTBREAKING AND BRAVE AND I LOVE THEM BOTH AND YOU!!!!!!!!! THIS GIFT IS SO PERFECT 💝💝💝💝💝💝

We Bleed the Same - An ACOTAR retelling

The forest was a labyrinth of snow and ice... The beginning to a story we know, unfolded a little bit differently.

HO, HO, HOHMYGOD, plot twists upon plot twists! This is dedicated to my @acotargiftexchange giftee turned anon I've been secretly in love with for... years??? For @belabellissima I really hope you enjoy this, and I'm hoping my mastermind plan to seduce you worked now that we've both unveiled our secret identities

Read on AO3

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The forest was a labyrinth of snow and ice.

Feyre had been monitoring the parameters of the thicket for the better part of an hour, but with the angle of the sun lowering past the horizon and the gusting wind blowing the tracks of any potential quarry, her vantage point in the crook of a tree branch had turned useless. Not that there was much quarry to begin with. For years, the hunters have been saying that the animals were pulling back, going deeper into the woods than most humans were willing to pursue. Even today, Feyre had ventured further than she usually risked.

She’d woken that morning to the sounds of her sisters’ growling stomachs, and she couldn’t bear meeting the hollow stare in Elain’s once bright eyes to tell her that they would spend another day without eating. Desperation had dragged her closer to the Wall than any human should dare—not just because of the faeries who lurked on the other side of the invisible barrier, but because she was now edging into wolf territory. The town hunters had warned her that they were on the prowl again in numbers. But Feyre reasoned that if the wolves hung near, it surely meant there was nearby prey to keep them fed. Unless wolf prey was the very thing she was becoming, delivering herself at their feet as she eased off the tree and stretched her stiff limbs with a restrained groan.

The icy snow crunched under her fraying boots. What little snowfall had melted already seeped through the worn leather, dampening her thin socks, but like many things, Feyre had long become numb to the cold. She wiped her ungloved fingers over her eyes, brushing away the flakes clinging to her lashes. In the woods, there wasn’t time to be cold or hungry. Even as exhaustion gnawed at her, she shoved it away, focusing on her surroundings, on the task ahead. That was all she could do, all she’d been able to do for years: focus on surviving the week, the day, the hour ahead.

Only a few hours of daylight remained. Given how deep Feyre had ventured, if she didn’t leave soon, she would have to navigate her way home in the dark. And while she might have been foolish enough to stray closer to the Wall, even she understood there was no chance of besting a wolf in the dark. Or, gods-forbid, one of the faeries that lived in the Northern parts of their land.

Whispers were becoming commonplace on market days—tales of strange folk spotted in the area, tall and eerie and deadly. Traveling peddlers had begun sharing accounts of distant border towns, left in splinters and cindered bones. In the eight years Feyre’s family had lived in the village, they’d never witnessed such an attack. But if a faerie did decide to soothe its immortal boredom by playing with one of the townsfolk, it would need to cross through these very woods to fulfill that whim, and Feyre would be the first to cross its path. Even so, she couldn’t go home. Not yet.

After a few minutes of careful searching, Feyre crouched in a cluster of snow-heavy brambles. Through the thorns, she had a half-decent view of a clearing and the small brook flowing through it. A few holes in the ice suggested it was still frequently used. Hopefully, something would come by. Hopefully.

Her family wouldn’t last another week without food. She wore that knowledge in the weight of the quiver looped over her back. Each of the arrows was a reminder that if she failed, if she missed or came home empty-handed, then Nesta or Elain or their injured father might not survive the winter. And she would break the promise she made to her mother all those years ago.

Feyre sighed through her nose and eased into a more comfortable position, calming her breathing as she strained to listen to the forest over the wind. The snow fell and fell, dancing and curling like sparkling spindrifts, the white fresh and clean against the brown and gray of the world. Once, it had been second nature to savor the contrast of new grass against the dark, tilled soil; once, she’d dreamed and breathed and thought in color and light and shape.

Feyre couldn’t remember the last time she’d done it—bothered to notice anything lovely or interesting. Stolen hours in a decrepit barn with Isaac Hale didn’t count; those times were hungry and empty and sometimes cruel, but never lovely. She went into the barn to forget, to lose herself for a few hours in the feeling of another living, breathing being. To remind herself that something existed beyond the perpetual numb.

But it never mattered how long she stayed in that barn. The cold always seeped back, and Feyre was no longer convinced it wasn’t a part of her. How else could she be crouched in the center of the lethal winter and find herself struck by its beauty? The snow fell lazily now, in big, fat clumps that gathered along every nook and bump of the trees. Mesmerizing—the lethal, gentle beauty of the snow. She should hate it, but maybe that would feel too close to hating herself.

The howling wind eased into a soft sigh. Soon, she’d have to return to the muddy, frozen roads of the village, to the cramped heat of the decrepit cottage where her sisters waited for their next meal. Some small, fragmented part of her recoiled at the thought of returning.

Then, a pair of bushes rustled across the clearing.

Drawing her bow was a matter of instinct. Feyre peered through the thorns, and her breath caught. Less than thirty paces away stood a small doe, not yet too scrawny from winter but desperate enough to wrench bark from a tree in the clearing. A deer like that could feed her family for a week or more. Feyre’s mouth watered.

Quiet as the wind hissing through dead leaves, she took aim. The doe continued tearing off strips of bark, chewing slowly, utterly unaware that her death waited yards away.

Feyre was already contemplating how she could dry half the meat, and they could immediately eat the rest—stews, pies … the skin could be sold or perhaps turned into clothing for one of them. Feyre needed new boots, but Elain needed a new cloak, and Nesta was prone to crave anything someone else possessed.

Her fingers trembled. So much food—such salvation. She took a steadying breath, double-checking her aim.

But there was a pair of golden eyes shining from the adjacent brush.

Feyre stilled.

The forest was silent. She hadn’t realized how unsettling the quiet had grown until the wind died, and the snow paused, and even the trees seemed to hold their breath, a riveted audience as the wolf inched closer from the brush.

He was enormous. The village hunters had said as much about the wolves that prowled in the northern territory, had spoken of animals large as ponies with an unrivaled stealth. She’d assumed their stories were embellished. No animal that massive could be so quiet.

Now, she witnessed it stalk forward, unheard, unspotted by the doe. His gaze was set on her, a sentience behind those glowing eyes that caused her mouth to dry. Her lips began shaping a wordless prayer to a nameless god, begging mercy from whatever divine power might be watching this clearing.

The voice that whispered to her was innate. He looked like a wolf, moved like a wolf. Yet she knew no animal of the mortal realm could possess such stillness, such intelligence. But a faerie could. Was it paranoia, her fears becoming unbridled and taking hold? Or was that voice in her mind the work of some primal, long-forgotten instinct remaining from the days when her people were kept as slaves?

Fae, the voice whispered. Not a wolf, a faerie.

She found herself reaching over her shoulder for her heaviest and longest arrow. An arrow carved from mountain ash, armed with an iron head. She’d purchased it from a traveling peddler during a summer when she’d had enough spare copper for extra luxuries. If legend were true, the ash wood could deal a mortal wound to the otherwise invulnerable fae.

The only proof humans had of the ash’s effectiveness was its sheer rarity. The High Fae had supposedly burned all the trees long ago. So few remained, most of them small and sickly and hidden by the nobility within high-walled groves.

For three years, the ash arrow had sat unused in her quiver while Feyre deliberated whether the overpriced wood had been a waste of money. Now she drew it, praying that the rumors were true, that she wasn’t staking her life on fiction.

Faerie or not, there would be no outrunning him. She could let him kill the doe and sneak away while he was distracted, but then she would be returning to her family empty-handed. This was winter, where ruthlessness was all she could afford.

And if it was indeed a faerie’s heart pounding under that fur, then good riddance. Good riddance, after all their kind had done to humans. If she let him live, then she risked him creeping into the village to butcher and maim and torment.

She would be glad to end him.

Yes, that instinctual voice agreed. The fae are dangerous. The fae are merciless. End him now and save your village from slaughter.

A prickling sensation along her back struck Feyre with a new fear—that he wasn’t alone. But she couldn’t hazard a glance over her shoulder to be sure, not without taking her eyes off the wolf. Feyre gripped her bow and drew the string back, training the arrow on his powerful, silver body. She had only one ash arrow, which meant she couldn’t afford to miss.

The wolf sank onto his haunches, preparing to strike. There was no time to second guess. He shot from the brush in a flash of gray and white and black, yellow fangs gleaming as they wrapped around the doe’s neck.

Feyre fired the ash arrow.

She swore the ground shuddered as the arrow found its mark in his side. He barked in pain, releasing the doe as his blood sprayed onto the snow—so ruby bright, not any different than her own. He whirled towards her, those yellow eyes wide, hackles raised. His growl reverberated in the empty pit of her stomach as she surged to her feet, snow crunching beneath her, another arrow drawn.

The wolf merely stared, his maw stained with blood, the ash arrow protruding so vulgarly from his side. The snow began falling again, and he looked at her with the sort of awareness that made her fire a second arrow. Just in case—just in case that intelligence was of the immortal, wicked sort.

He didn’t try to dodge the arrow as it went clean through his wide yellow eye.

Only once he collapsed to the ground, legs twitching, did Feyre notch another arrow and turn towards the thicket at her back. Her eyes anchored on the point of the arrowhead as she swept her aim blindly between the trees for any sign of that looming presence she’d sensed.

There was only slow-drifting snow, skeletal trees, and the soft whine of the dying wolf.

Alone, that residual intuition told her. Safe.

Feyre eased the arrow off the bow before turning to face the carnage. Her hands shook at the sight of the blood gushing from the wounds she’d given him, staining the snow crimson. He pawed at the ground, his breathing already slowing. The snow swirled around them, merciless as the arrow through his eye, almost to the goose fletching. She stared at him until that coat of charcoal and obsidian and ivory ceased rising and falling.

A wolf, she told herself. Only a wolf, despite his size.

Still, she couldn’t shake the creeping sensation of being watched as she crouched beside both animals. If nothing else, it encouraged her to work quickly. She couldn’t carry both animals back to the village—even the doe alone would be a struggle. But it was a shame to leave the wolf. His pelt would fetch decent coin or at least make for a nice cloak to fight off the winter chill.

Though it wasted precious minutes—minutes during which any predator could smell the fresh blood, if there wasn’t already one circling—Feyre skinned him and cleaned her arrow as best she could.

When she was finished, she wrapped the bloody side of the pelt around the doe’s death wound before hoisting the deer across her shoulders. Grunting against the weight, Feyre grasped the legs of the deer and spared a final glance over her shoulder, past the steaming carcass of the wolf to the forest beyond. Wind whistled against the hollow branches, obscuring any sound of nearby creatures.

And though nothing emerged from the trees on the other side of the clearing, she swore something in the vacant space stared back. Curious. Patient.

Feyre swallowed before sparing one last glance at the bloodied snow. Maybe she was unsettled by the gore, by how little remorse she felt for the dead thing. Grief was too heavy to hold with a doe around her shoulders and several miles separating Feyre from her cottage. Maybe she told herself something was watching so it could bear that burden in her place.

And maybe a creature so capable of mourning would be equally capable of forgiveness, so that when Death inevitably arrived on her doorstep—be it days or months or years—maybe the eyes that fell at her back would mourn for her, too.

-

The trampled snow coating the road into the village was speckled with brown and black mud from passing carts and horses. Elain and Nesta did their best to dodge the particularly disgusting parts as the three of them trekked their way along it.

Feyre was aware that her sisters had only decided to accompany her because she’d be selling the hides today. It was market day, which meant that the meager square in the center of town would be full of whatever vendors had braved the brisk morning. The snow had cleared some in the night, leaving Feyre hopeful that traveling peddlers had gambled the journey. She found they usually offered her a better price than the local merchants.

From a block away, the scent of hot food wafted towards them—spices that tugged on the edge of her memory, beckoning. Elain let out a low moan behind her, and Feyre’s mouth watered. Spices, salts, and sugars were rare commodities for most of the villagers. It had been a long while since Feyre and her sisters had eaten anything besides bread and game meat.

She fought the temptation to stare too long at the food vendors as they strode into the busy market square. Spring was still a long way off, and the forest had been particularly unforgiving this year. They needed to be smart with any excess coin, even if the scent of fresh tarts drifted towards her from the doors of the passing bakery. They were luxuries of a time before.

“I’ll meet you here in an hour,” Feyre said to her sisters, not giving them a chance to respond before she slipped away into the crowd.

Feyre took her time to assess her options. There were her usual buyers: the weathered cobbler and the sharp-eyed clothier who came to the market from a nearby town. She could feel the eyes of the cobbler and clothier on her, sense their feigned disinterest as they took in the satchel she bore.

Fine. She slid her eyes past them dismissively, searching the crowd for unfamiliar faces, someone who might be inclined to buy a wolf hide. Like the tall, raven-haired man sitting on the lip of the broken square fountain, without any cart or stall, but looking like he was holding court nonetheless.

It was hard to place him at first. He was handsome, ungodly so, and smiling to himself like he knew it. She might have pinned him as a lord’s son for the swaggering arrogance that radiated from him, but the clothes were off. He bore well-made leathers and a fur cloak. Not the finery of a lord, but from his full cheeks and glowing skin, he didn’t strike her as someone scraping for his next meal, either. He turned, and the pommel of the sword strapped across his back answered her question. A mercenary.

It wasn’t his sword that stilled her approach, though its silver scabbard was polished with enough care that it reflected light even with the overcast sky. It was his eyes, turning to meet hers. Such an interesting color—not quite blue, but a deeper shade, almost violet, and like his sword they were brighter than seemed possible in the bleak winter. They twinkled with amusement as he beheld her.

Feyre’s mood immediately soured. She didn’t have the patience for condescension today. She might have turned around, but he’d already seen her, and the coin purse strapped to his weapons belt looked heavy enough that she decided to stay. Mercenaries were well-paid in this territory.

“Well met,” he said, nodding his head in a gesture of greeting as equally foreign as the lilt to his voice.

She pegged him as anywhere between twenty-five to thirty years of age. His sensual, swaggering grace spoke of youth. But there was a hardened edge to him, one that said he’d been in this trade long enough to expertly wield the sword at his back, and to adequately punish anyone who made an inconvenience of themselves.

Feyre didn’t want to linger and find herself on the opposite end of that sword, especially before knowing if he was interested in buying from her. She sucked in a breath to offer her pitch and found herself blurting, “Where do you hail from?”

His brows raised. She suppressed an exhale of relief that it was intrigue sparking in his eyes, and not disapproval for wasting his time. “That depends.” Feyre couldn’t draw her attention away from his violet stare, even as it flitted over her shoulder, making a quick assessment of the passing villagers trying their best not to gawk. “Will my answer impact your willingness to do business with me?”

She supposed that meant others in the village had turned him away already. A surprise, given his exceptional beauty, but she supposed that amounted to little in the face of prejudice. Feyre knew well enough that a person’s circumstances didn’t define them, and that the judgment cast by the village was harsh on its best days. With the added rumors of neighboring villages being ransacked, she could imagine the wariness they might pay a stranger with a sword. Even a beautiful one.

“No,” Feyre said. “I’m just curious. I’ve never seen you here before.”

I would have noticed you, she thought.

In part because he was massive, even sitting down. A mark of the trade, she supposed. No one would hire a mercenary who looked like her—gangly from hunger and drowning in her layers. Unlike her withering figure, he was broad and well-muscled. Strong. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt that way.

As he contemplated her response, his gaze snagged on her arm and his smile faltered. “Are you a painter?”

The question caught her so off guard that she bristled, her weight shifting onto her back foot in case she needed to cut and run. The mercenary laughed, softly, and nodded at the fleck of paint on the sleeve of her tunic. Paint that had to have been there from three summers ago, damning evidence that this tunic was old and rarely washed.

She swallowed, apprehensive at his observation. Why it was relevant to someone like him. “I like to paint,” she said, because she wouldn’t go as far to call herself a painter. Her skills were rudimentary, at best. “Does it matter?”

An odd look crossed his face, as though he was retreating to some distant memory. Then he offered another of those arrogant smiles and mimicked, “No, I’m just curious.”

Fair enough. One personal question in exchange for another.

“I hail from Illyria,” he said. At her blank look, he added, “A tribe of people nestled in the steppes of a far-away mountain range.”

On the continent, she filled in. There was nothing like that here, at least not on this side of the Wall. When the land was divided all those centuries ago, the faeries had allocated a slim strip of plains and woodlands to the humans. Anything so majestic as a mountain range was left to the fae above the Wall, but at least these lands were hospitable without magic.

“No wonder the winter doesn’t phase you,” she said, gesturing to his cheeks and nose, which lacked the rosy flush that was surely painted on her own. “This weather must feel mild in comparison.”

“It’s been many years since I’ve returned to the Illyrian Mountains,” he said. He kept his voice light, but Feyre sensed they were treading towards unwelcome territory. “And the conditions in these lands have been harsh, but they may be letting up soon.”

Feyre frowned, glancing toward the sky. “You think so?”

There were at least two months remaining before winter yielded to spring. But perhaps wherever he came from, the weather changed sooner.

When she glanced back at the mercenary, he was staring at her, a smile playing on his full lips. “Things look promising from where I’m sitting.” Was he… flirting with her? Feyre must have spent too long debating it, because the mercenary drew her out of the thought by nodding at her satchel. “What business does a pretty thing like you have with a mercenary like me?”

It was absurd to feel flattered by his words. Feyre couldn’t remember the last time someone had bothered to pay her that sort of compliment. Certainly not Issac, who was inclined not to speak a word during those moments she found herself undressed beneath him. That was perfectly fine with Feyre. She preferred silence over a lie.

She fought to hide her scowl, but from his laugh, she thought it was unsuccessful. Pushing aside her rising ire, she said, “I have a wolf pelt and a doe hide for sale. I thought you might be interested in purchasing them.”

He ran those remarkable eyes down her again. Feyre coaxed herself to remain steady, to lift her chin as he crooned, “Does that make you a huntress or a thief?”

It was difficult to determine which would be more impressive to him. Feyre held his stare as she answered, “I hunted them myself. I swear it.”

He would not understand what it meant to her, that vow. After their world had been cleaved by the fae, humans had deserted their religions and holidays. In Faerie, they relied on magic to bind a person to their word, but they had no such tools here, no Cauldron or Mother or any other deities to swear upon. Here, a person was only as good as their word. To Feyre, and to many of the villagers, a vow was sacred. But if he fashioned her a thief, he may not consider her word as bond.

“A huntress then,” he purred. His attention fixed on her satchel. “Let me see.”

Feyre pulled out the carefully folded hides. “I was only after the doe, to feed my family. But the wolf got to her first. And I made sure I was the one who left the clearing alive.”

The mercenary gave a low whistle as he examined the hides with an expert eye, running his hands over and under. She expected to be met with incredulity, but she marked awe in his voice as he praised, “Impressive kill, little huntress. You must be a good shot.”

“If I weren’t, I’d be dead.”

That truth sobered him. Sobered them both. He assessed her for a long moment, then lifted his gaze over her shoulder, where Nesta and Elain were doing their best to eavesdrop without being spotted.

He pursed his lips. “I’ll take them,” he said, before naming a price that would have sent her staggering if she didn’t keep a tight grip on her composure. He was grossly overpaying.

Feyre leveled her shoulders. “I don’t need your pity.”

“No,” he agreed, eyes darkening. “But you need to stay out of those woods, and I know you won’t keep out of them if your family is starving.” The question must have been plain on her face. He pitched his voice lower. “I think you know that this wasn’t any ordinary wolf. It won’t take long for its kind to come sniffing, and you may end up leading them right to those sisters of yours.”

She refused to glance over her shoulder and offer merit to the fear he was trying to churn in her gut. He wanted her to look at her sisters and see their slight figures, so fragile and defenseless against a creature like the one she’d encountered yesterday morning. Her stomach roiled despite her efforts. “Are you trying to scare me so that I hand the coin right back to hire your protection?”

The mercenary chuckled, but it lacked any warmth. “My services have already been bought by a local lord. I’m just trying to warn you, from one hunter to another. You go back into those woods, and you’ll be courting your death.”

She wasn’t brave enough to ask if he was speaking from experience, if he’d once been hunted by the fae after killing their kin. If she was smart, she’d heed his words and use his coin to get her family on a boat headed south, somewhere far away from the Wall. But would they believe her, would they be willing to go?

“Think on it,” he said, as if she wasn’t already. She held perfectly still as he reached into his heavy cloak to withdraw his coin pouch. She let him count, her mind far away while she plotted their different options of escape, including the scenarios where she had to drag her sisters kicking and screaming from their beds. It was preferable to a vengeful faerie doing the same.

Maybe it was for the better. The land left for the humans in this realm had always been an afterthought, and the governing queens had never paid much attention to this small colony of villages. She’d heard things were better on the continent, the land warmer and more fertile. Elain could garden, and Feyre could learn to make paints from the petals. It was a nice thought, a comfort against the more dangerous one—if she didn’t convince her sisters to leave, a faerie might come seeking revenge for the one she felled.

Feyre’s awareness was jolted back into the cold market square by the press of metal against her palm. She blinked, and violet eyes filled her vision, creased in feint amusement.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

The weight of the coins felt heavy. She knew if she glanced at her sisters, she’d find them drawing closer, sensing the transaction was over. What would he do with her name if she gave it to him? She couldn’t imagine anything good could come of it.

“Tell me yours first,” She countered.

That errant smile grew. And she understood why he had chosen to become a mercenary. Feyre only hunted in the woods out of necessity. If tomorrow she discovered she would never need to raise her bow against another breathing creature, she would feel relieved. But from the way his eyes sparked, fascinated at this new game afoot, she knew that he was the kind of man who hunted for thrill. That this information, basic and inconsequential as it may be to the rest of the world, had become his new quarry.

He raised a hand, offering it into the space between them.

“Rhys,” he said.

Wind played at his raven hair, swiping pieces across his forehead. Feyre stared at his outstretched hand. Broad and flecked with the odd scar, his hands were more elegant than she’d expect of a mercenary. They wouldn’t have looked out of place against the ivory keys of a pianoforte or gripping fine cutlery at a Lord’s dining table. Maybe that was the danger of him—the charming smile and the clever eyes. Perhaps his foes saw a pretty face and underestimated what he could do with that sword. Maybe the poor mercenary was one littered with scars, whereas Rhys walked away from his battles unscathed.

“No family name?” she pressed.

“They’re not needed in my trade.” Rhys leaned forward, flexing his fingers in invitation. “And you, little huntress? What name might I inquire after to ensure you’re still alive in a week’s time?”

Rhys. She had no way of verifying if that was his true name. Maybe he changed it every place he went, never assuming the same identity, never leaving a trail. If a faerie found him one day and demanded to know where that wolf pelt had come from, what would stop Rhys from revealing her name? Especially if it could spare his own life.

He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t think it would be useful to him one day. She wouldn’t delude herself by buying into his purred words and bedroom eyes. Feyre took a step back, steadying herself.

“There’s only one huntress in this village,” she said. “They’ll know who you mean.”

The mercenary lowered his hand, slipping it casually into his pocket. “I told you mine.” Velvet as the melted chocolate being sold by the cup two stalls away, Rhys leaned closer and whispered, “That makes our debt uneven, love. I may seek payment for it one day.”

A shiver crept down her spine, though she couldn’t determine if it was from the threat of the words or the sultry promise in his voice. Feyre curled her hand around the strap of her satchel, fingers tightening over the worn leather like she didn’t trust he wouldn’t try to snatch it from her. “I have to go,” she said, her tongue feeling thick. From the cold, she reasoned.

He waved a hand over her shoulder, smirking at whatever caught his eye. “I wish you luck, then.”

Feyre turned, expecting to find that Nesta finally summoned the courage to yank her away. But the mercenary’s lazy smile wasn’t directed towards Nesta and Elain, ducked conspicuously behind the clothier’s wagon. It was aimed across the square. Where, leaning against a building, arms crossed over his chest, Isaac Hale watched their interaction through raised brows.

More of that wicked amusement spread over Rhys’s face. “Friend of yours?”

Friend was both an understatement and too generous of a word. They’d vaguely known each other since Feyre’s family had moved to the village, and one afternoon they wound up walking down the main road together. Their conversation had been inane and perhaps a bit awkward, but a week later, she’d pulled him into a decrepit barn. He’d been her first and only lover in the two years since.

Their trysts were erratic and haphazard; sometimes they’d meet every night for a week, others they’d go a month without seeing each other. If recollection served, it had been almost six weeks since that last frantic shedding of clothes and shared breaths. He has grown lean since the last time she saw him, his brown hair a bit shaggier.

There was no love between them. There never had been. But the last time she’d seen him, Isaac told her he’d soon be married. A piece of her heart had sunk at the news, and she’d avoided seeing him since. Now, she weighed the apprehension in her chest against the reprieve of company, that bit of selfishness that made their bleak and wretched lives more bearable.

Feyre blew out a breath, watching Issac incline his head in a familiar gesture and amble off down the street—out of town and to the ancient barn, where he would be waiting if she decided to join him.

“Yeah,” Feyre said. “A friend.”

If he believed her answer, he didn’t press. She didn’t imagine her pathetic love life would be of much interest to someone like him. There was no room for wives and children in his lifestyle. Perhaps the occasional love affair, though he likely didn’t stay in the same place for very long. Maybe that was why there was understanding in the way he nodded. Like he, too, needed the occasional warm body to remind himself that there was life outside of the daily horrors.

“Just try to stay out of trouble.” His eyes gleamed in a way that suggested staying out of trouble meant staying far, far away from him.

She didn’t get a chance to respond before a slender hand clamped onto Feyre’s forearm, dragging her away. Elain waited beside the clothier’s wagon, shivering despite her cloak as she watched Nesta pull Feyre away from the mercenary.

“Mercenaries are dangerous,” Nesta hissed, fingers digging into Feyre’s arm. Even Elain’s face had gone pale and tight. “Don’t go near them again.”

“He was fine,” Feyre said, yanking herself free. “Generous, even.”

“They’re brutes, and will take any copper they can get, even if it’s by force.”

The silver coins in her pocket said otherwise. Feyre glanced at Rhys, still sitting on the fountain. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her. She glanced away, feeling her cheeks warm, knowing she’d made it obvious they were talking about him.

She shoved a hand in her pocket, suddenly desperate to escape this market and those piercing violet eyes. She pushed a twenty-mark copper towards Elain, not bothering to look at either of them as she said, “I’ll see you at home.”

They didn’t protest. Feyre thought it was miraculous how swiftly a mercenary’s business became acceptable if it meant a new pair of boots, but she held back the sharp words on her tongue. Her sisters wandered off, already whispering about what they should buy.

Like an arrow trained at her back, she could feel the mercenary’s gaze tracking her as she wove through the market stalls, not even bothering with subtlety in those rare moments when she gathered the courage to glance over her shoulder. He merely grinned at her, shameless.

She intentionally left down the same street as Isaac, just so Rhys might assume she was on her way to meet the farmboy. And think twice about following her. When she reached the ancient barn, she paused. Isaac would be waiting to undress her on the other side of the splintered and peeling wood. She could already feel the hot breath on her spine, the hay straws biting into her palm, her knees. Maybe it was better to see him in case Rhys didn’t think twice about following her. And maybe because she could feel a pit in her chest yawning open, and she thought Isaac’s strong, work-roughened hands might be able to hold it closed for just a little longer.

Just enough to feel warm again, for an afternoon. Before she returned to the cottage and remembered that she killed a faerie yesterday. And might very well have put a price on her head—on her family’s head—because of it.

He’s married, a small, rational voice reminded her. Maybe it’s time to move on.

Besides, the last thing she wanted was to get him killed.

Feyre walked past the barn. She ought to feel proud of her dignity, but it didn’t soothe the pit in her chest, a tempest of ice and darkness that slowly seeped out with every step along the frozen path back to the cottage. No amount of stuffing her fingers into her armpits could banish the cold. It was here, it was her.

She sighed, watching the breath expel in a cloud of frosty air. There had always been an undercurrent of darkness that drew her and Isaac to each other, but now she wondered if she was too frozen, too hollow, even for him.

And as she walked, she found herself thinking about Rhys, unflinching at the bite of winter. And how, for that short time she’d been drenched in the heat of his gaze, his eyes the first vibrant color she’d seen since winter had overtaken the village, she’d forgotten what it was to be cold.

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Hours later, after another dinner of venison, Feyre’s family gathered around the fire for the quiet hour before bed. She watched the flames flicker in the fireplace, absently bathing in the precious heat before she and her sisters would retreat into the bedroom, where they’d huddle together for warmth beneath threadbare blankets.

Nesta and Elain whispered and laughed together about some encounter they’d had with a handsome apprentice in the marketplace. There was the odd lull in laughter, in which Nesta would slide her eyes to Feyre as if daring her to make some comment about Tomas Mandray, a woodcutter’s second son who would allegedly be proposing to her any day now. They’d fought about it the day prior, but it felt like centuries ago.

All evening, she’d been trying to summon the courage to admit to her family where that wolf’s pelt had truly come from. What it had come from. She wasn’t certain how they would react or if they would even take the warning of the mercenary seriously. Father might. He’d once traded one of his wood carvings for the wards etched around their cottage’s threshold, supposedly meant to protect their home against faerie harm. It was one of the few things he’d bothered to do for them. If the fae scared him enough that he’d barter with a charlatan for those useless engravings, maybe the threat would be enough to rattle him into action again.

Except he was dozing in his chair, his cane laid across his gnarled knee. And she suspected she would get nowhere with her sisters without his aid. He had no sway with Nesta, but Elain would listen to him. And wherever Elain went, Nesta would follow.

Tomorrow, then. She would speak privately with her father and worry about convincing her sisters later.

Tomorrow was a nice idea.

But then a roar cleaved through the still night. The cottage door burst into splinters. And her sisters screamed as snow flooded into the room, flurrying around the enormous, growling shape that appeared in the doorway.

[vampaiaz]

stranger things filth (some fluff!)

warning: this’ll be headcanons about characters when they’re intimate with you so vulgar language ahead! this’ll also be mostly for afab readers!!!

notes: should i do an amab ver?😲 i mean, you could request anything!!! just request and i’ll try my very best to satisfy you

characters: eddie munson, steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers, robin buckley, and nancy wheeler

ೃ⁀➷ EDDIE MUNSON

he definitely loves to talk about your body as he fucks you, just saying everything he loves about it from your perfect tits to your soft thighs

whenever you’re away, he can’t stop thinking about you so he rubs one out. his mind plagued with the thought of your face whenever he goes in and out of you, his hand gripping hard and taking fast strokes just to mimic how your walls tighten around him.

god he’s so loud, sometimes even louder than you. he doesn’t care if it’s “not normal” or makes him “less of a man” you like it when you hear him moan or whimper, he knows that, so he loves being right next to your ear moaning your name as he cums.

whenever he goes down on you, your fingers will never not leave his hair, pulling and gripping the fuck out of it. eddie loves it, makes his eyes roll back a bit, makes him whimper against your clit.

big fan of aftercare T-T he loooves just cuddling with you right after, playing a soft tune on his guitar for you, or even fixing up a snack for you after cleaning you!!! he’s the sweetest before, while, and after being intimate with him.

bonus! his favorite position is seashell, why? the closest to a full nelson where he can see your face. eddie has to see your pretty face, he needs to. he wants to know that he’s making you feel good.

ೃ⁀➷ STEVE HARRINGTON

i feel like he’s secretly a total perv, anything you do innocently it’d get him hard. you kneel down to reach for something that fell under the table, you suddenly see him trying to adjust his jeans. you’re happily eating a popsicle on a hot day at the community pool, he’s gotta take a dip in the pool to “cool down.”

he wouldn’t be into hurting you that much but slapping his dick on your face? definitely, he loves it. after you give him the best head he’s ever gotten, he slaps you with his dick on your cheeks to slapping it on your tongue, and asking you “isn’t this the best dick you’ve ever sucked?” to hear your answer just to inflate his ego.

based off that one scene with the “six nuggets” he wants, steve has an impregnation or breeding kink, IM RIGHT!! so real!!! he would be fucking you rough and hard while whispering “you gonna let me fill you up? make you all round and plump, hm? ready to make you a mommy. so ready, y/n.”

but he’s usually sweet and takes his time with you. he wants you to know that you’re his girl, his only girl. you would sometimes even tear up at how sweet he was being, and if you do let a tear fall he’ll not hesitate to reassure you and leave quick kisses on your forehead. BUT ALSO he takes it nice and slow because he wants to make your walls remember his shape, cervix kisses all the way with him.

ೃ⁀➷ BILLY HARGROVE

oh get ready for this one!!!! (can u tell i want him to do me so bad)

most definitely into overstim, he loves making you cry and desperately beg for more under him. he watches your eyes brim with tears and smiles, then gives you what you want. you’d tell him he’s a total dacryphilliac but he denies it a lot (so bad at lying.)

loves to finger you, until you’ve got your hands on his arm, trying to stop him from making you cum for the 5th time. once you cum, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks it all up while staring into your eyes.

i feel like billy is kinda gross…. which is good i love gross, so that means spit kink!!!! billy will take any moment he can to spit on you. he’s eating you out? he’ll spit right onto your pussy, you’re sucking him off? he spits right onto his dick then your mouth because he wants to “help” you, and last but not least! whenever you two make out, he never fails to make you feel so weak. his tongue just overpowering yours every time and your mouth being filled with his spit until you’re both drooling.

he’s an ass man, idc if you disagree but this man would leave so many bite marks on your thighs up to your ass. when the two of you are alone in his room and you’re sitting on his bed in just panties, he never fails to point out the healing mark on your cheek, don’t worry he’ll bite it again.

i don’t think he’d be into names/titles, but something about you calling him “hargrove” when you’re hatefucking makes him so insane, the fact that you want to make him feel like nothing and it gets him even more mad just makes the sex more fun! (you two make up after don’t worry, just a usual fight, he’s got issues right.)

“cmon pretty girl, use your words for me.” OHHH MYYY GOOOOD

he’s also a big pervert, but is proud. he’s too much at school, when you pass each other in between classes, he doesn’t hesitate to grab your ass. he even places his face right in between your tits just to smell you, it was weird at first but he’s cute when he does it. also, tommy? he’d sometimes talk about you in a way billy does not enjoy, so whenever there’s a house party, he never fails to make tommy see you getting fucked out in a random ass bathroom. you and billy love getting caught.

full nelson…. he’s such an enthusiast for a full nelson, this position is his favorite and when you let him do it, oh he’ll be rough. he loves it because you can’t do anything at all, you’re stuck being his toy, he knows your eyes are rolling back because he’s bruising up your cervix. you’re moaning so loud and that gives him more motivation to make you cum.

bonus! cockwarming, he likes it in your mouth the most. one time he told you he had a test but didn’t wanna study, so you came up with a plan and that was keeping his cock in your mouth while he studies and once he’s done you move as a reward. ever since that happened he’s been so obsessed with just having you go down and make your jaw sore from being open for him for so long.

something really cute he’d do is give you an extra bottle of his perfume (it’d definitely be a unisex scent btw) he loves the idea of letting people know you’re his, so why not make you wear his scent.

ೃ⁀➷ JONATHAN BYERS

i am so excited for this one YOU DONT EVEN KNOWWW

loves names, degrading ones especially. you call him a pervert or a loser and he’s cumming, he feels guilty for being disgusting but you make him love being that way, he’s so submissive for you it’s crazy.

ever since s4, i just know he loves high sex, he’s got more control. while fucking you, he’s got a camera flashing and those photos of you fucked out are sitting right inside his wallet, something to remind him of his pretty baby.

so whiney, so loud. you’ve got him saying “please, i need to cum. please. i need it.” repeatedly right next to your ear.

his fingers are in you while your hand is on his dick, mutual masturbation is something you both enjoy so much. after you cum on his fingers, he brings them up to your mouth and watches you suck your own juices off his fingers.

boobs guy, such a big fan of your tits. he’d suck and bite a lot, he’d spend most of the foreplay on your tits, you’re sensitive there and he just loves watching you whimper and shiver a bit.

bonus! face fucking, he doesn’t start in a fast pace, he takes it slow and really making you gag on him. his tip reaching the back of your throat real slow, he wants to feel you close up on him, he wants to cum right down your throat.

leaves some of his clothes at your place, he had to lend you his shirt and boxers once, and ever since then he’s been obsessed seeing you with his clothes on. it’s like a way to keep him close to you at all times.

ೃ⁀➷ ROBIN BUCKLEY

super into thigh riding, she loves to see you rut on her thigh and she’s got her hand on either your throat or your ass.

she loves eating you out from behind, face down ass up then suddenly her hands are kneading your ass and her tongue is on your pussy.

she’s a switch leaning a bit toward dominant, but when she does get subby, you’re going down on her and she’s crying for more, rutting her hips for more friction on your tongue.

when you wear a skirt around her, she’s SOOO touchy, can’t keep her hands to herself. you could just be reading a book next to her, then your panties are on your ankles and her face is under your skirt.

ever since you squirted that one time you two masturbated together, she makes it her mission, I REPEAT, HER MISSION!! to make you squirt all the time, she’s got amazing technique so…

let’s be honest robin would flirt a lot but when you do it back out of nowhere, she’ll get so flustered. you make her face heat up every time, she’s so cute T-T.

ice cream dates, reminds her of her job at scoops ahoy, and the very first time you two met! it makes you feel so special when she still remembers the first time you two met.

ೃ⁀➷ NANCY WHEELER

if the strap-ons that could cum existed in the 80’s nancy would love using that when she’s with you. it could be you receiving or her receiving, it’ll be hot no matter what.

you two always have “sleepovers” at her house, secretly letting herself enjoy tasting you down there in her pretty pink room.

SHE LOVES SPANKING, you’ve been rude to her or anyone else? you’re immediately coming home with her and counting every smack until your ass gets red.

if you have tattoos, nancy will leave kisses on it. she loves your tattoos because they look so pretty on you, and when other people point it out she gets jealous and brings it out on you by abusing your clit when the two of you are alone.

when you masturbate in front of her, then you cum, you bring your fingers to her mouth and maintain eye contact while letting her suck. her pretty eyes just staring up at you make you wanna pounce at her.

such a big fan of public sex, the adrenaline she gets from it, from you? it’s the best thing ever.

you love to gift her stuff you make or stuff you get from a trip, she keeps them on a table in her room, and likes to look at them when she misses you T-T.

she’d give you random poems sometimes, she’d also point at random flowers or stray cats and say “look, it’s you!”

[embalrmer]

idk if im breaking request etiquette but ayo pass me norton or joseph with fwb but they ends up catching feelings

yandere!norton Campbell who catches feelings x friends with benefits!reader

warnings: male anatomy reader , virginity mention , wet dreams mention , NSFW , yandere content .

``i won't lie , i always took norton as a virgin (surprisingly). he had always buried the feeling deep and pushed it to the back of his mind . You'd think for a bachelor he would have some experience but nope .

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``only because there was almost never a moment where he would be fully alone , living with others in a poorhouse , multiple beds in one room . Or him volunteering his freetime taking care of the miners whom were elders .

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``or up at least until he went to the manor , then he'd get off pretty often . not particularly anything in mind , but with the matches being stressful he found it a good way to relieve stress or kill time .

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``when you first came , he was absolutely captivated by you . i mean he had stared at woman before and thought they were pretty , but you ? god your breathtaking .

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``he tried to shake those thoughts about you off , he really did .

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``the way you carried yourself in this godforsaken manor was the only thing that could brighten his day , seeing your pretty lips curl up in an handsome smile was an scene he'd never wanted to forget about .

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``he thought he really wanted to befriend you , being around you filled that emptiness void he had in his chest .

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``replacing it with an heartwarming fuzzy feeling instead .

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``after he became friends with you , he acts a little too buddy buddy with you . he's so normally stoic and cold to others so it's a little concerning for the other survivors when they see him act like a lost puppy towards you , total heart eyes when it comes to you .

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``all is well until he begans to crave more of your touches in more ways then one .

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``first was just awkwardly timed hugs or lingering hands on your shoulders , he couldn't help it really .

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``the point Norton actually somewhat realizes his feelings was after having his first wet dream about you .

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``he's basically "oh fuck. I had a wet dream about my best friend" to "oh I had a wet dream about my best friend"

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``norton is almost tempted to knock on your door to help him out that same night .

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``at first he felt unsure but he was quickly got over the feeling after how addicting it became of thinking about you in that way .

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``when he touches himself , your all is what he thinks about to get him off or trying to memorize those 'nice dreams' he had about you .

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``he knows it's wrong but he can't help but indulge in it often , whether his realizes it or not but his touches tend to... wander..

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``of course then he realizes pretty quickly when you look at him funnily and stops , he doesn't want to scare you away .

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``especially when those wet dreams become a regular occurrence .

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``he indulges in it pretty hard which leads him to steal one of your clothes , just your scent alone can get him a little too excited .

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``at one point this gets frustrating , as these thoughts no longer satisfy him .

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``he wants more , no , he //needs// more .

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``after weeks and weeks built up of sexual frustration he actually straight up asks you to sleep with him . Practically almost begging .

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``surprise surprise you actually agree to him .

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``he never expected you could do so much with a flick of your tongue .

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``or that your soft whimpers and whining for norton to 'do something already' make him feel such a way .

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`` at first it's an weekly occurrence which then turns into an almost nightly thing .

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``i mean , you don't mind right ?

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``doesn't exactly come off a surprise that norton has an high libido.

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``which also makes him come off as needy .

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``you need this just as much as norton, don't you?

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``otherwise why else would you let him in each night to have you in this way .

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``he doesn't realize yet that he's actually in love with you, just that he //needs// you in this way .

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``your so fucking handsome when you softly moan underneath his touches.

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``he's normally emotionally unavailable, but your so nice and warm and so very open , it makes him wanna stay .

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``he'll probably ask right off the bat if he can stay the night with you after you guys 'finished' .

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``it'll probably end up with him sucking you off, he could be down there forever if you'd let him .

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``he can't help himself when you taste so nice.. or when you make such pretty sounds just for him .

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``one of those nights when your fast asleep and he's up just cuddling you , he'll then realize he's so fucking in love with you it hurts .

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``pretty much now refuses to leave your side and often sleeps in your room whether you guys go at it or not , he just . . sorta expects for you to let him sleep along side you .

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``congrats on now having a easily jealous clingy obsessive prospector who now refuses to leave your side and who's now your forever roommate .

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``there now won't ever be a moment where you have your own privacy , ever .

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A/n: i love fantasing abt norton to cool off abt my deadbeat of alcoholic and failure of an mother <333 also tysm for the rq i never knew making dumbass hcs were so fun... did not proof read this btw aha

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“how they’d non-verbally ask for a kiss”

fandom/s: 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: several characters

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral reader

notes: thank you for 1k!! aaa i can’t believe im really at 1k. inside of my head, i still think i’m at like what.. 200 followers? this milestone means a lot, thank you! also, there’s no proofread since it’s literally 3am here haha, will edit in the morning!

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izuku midoriya

— BLUSH

as soon as he wants a kiss, his skin will heat up, and there’ll be a very obvious blush dusted on his face

izuku’s only worried about what to say, and the total approach. worried that he’ll come off as a total creep, and that he’ll scare you away. basically, he’s thinking about every single possibility of things going south. just thinking about it gives him a rather extreme case of butterflies in his stomach, the freckled boy doesn’t know how to convert his wants into words

lucky for him, you’ve noticed. he’s been pacing back and forth near your place for five minutes straight, and his terrible attempt at sneaking subtle glances at you only make his cheeks turn redder.

he’s totally embarrassed that he was standing around, staring into who knows what for the longest time, but he’s glad that you’ve noticed. at least he has his decent share of kisses now!

shotō todoroki

— BLUNTNESS

shotō’s incredibly blunt, and i mean that with all of my heart. he doesn’t really have an idea on how to dial down his bluntness, i mean.. no one has tried to socially correct him until his first year at UA. but, i may say that his bluntness does comes in handy at times.

he’ll tell you what he wants the moment you’re free of any sort of conversation, pointing at his lips with a certain look on his face. it’s practically a telltale of what he wants at that exact moment, and shotō won’t allow you to leave until you do plant a kiss on his lips. it fills him with satisfaction.

or, he might as well just say it, “give me a kiss first before you go,” “may i have a kiss?” “y/n, i want a kiss.”

he has no restrain so, you probably have to start getting used to it. it might look like he’s not the type to outwardly say stuff like that, but you’ll never know what to expect with shotō todoroki. you actually find it quite endearing

katsuki bakugō

— DEMANDS

well.. sorta. he really hates having to say the exact words that would have you all over him in a second, just because he can’t imagine himself living another day if he said ‘give me a kiss’

katsuki will stand infront of you, his eyes narrowing into slits, his glare’s intense. this action might’ve scared any other person away, anyone that wasn’t you anyway, but it only drew you closer. this action alone was actually really layered he only rolls his eyes when you ask him what he wants “you know what i want.”

he hates it when you ask him to say the ‘magic’ words. but in reality, that’s the only way he could get kisses pressed all over his faces until he’s satisfied.

but eventually, you decide to drop the entire teasing act, giving in what he wants without a thorough interrogation. but you must say, katsuki asking for kisses non-verbally is quite the sight. it’s new, compared to his usual self.

hitoshi shinsō

— BODY LANGUAGE

oo okay, let me explain. you know that thing where someone would lick their lips if they wanted a kiss? he’ll do EXACTLY that.

hitoshi’s great with speaking with body language, and his eyes too. one glance from hitoshi will have you hauled into another room for some sweet kisses. you’d assume that it was some sort of convenient attribute to his quirk but.. nope. it’s just hitoshi shinsō being an absolute magician. his actions managed to get you all flustered jadjsmdk

he’ll also do this thing where he runs the back of his hand along your back, whispering your ear in a very collected manner, even though his heart beat might say otherwise “you know what to do,”

hitoshi will rarely express what he wants verbally, because his body language and eyes speak a thousand words. but if you literally can’t get the hint, he’ll just say it upfront.

denki kaminari

— CHEESY PUNS

let me just get one thing straight, denki gets SO nervous just thinking about kissing you. i mean, it’s not in midoriya’s way for sure, but the idea alone is a total dream to him. however, he doesn’t know what to say in the moment? so, he says all of these puns he found online he’s not so suave

“kiss me if i’m wrong, but do i have a water quirk?” “i can’t taste my lips, would you do the honors?” “i heard kissing is a language of love so.. would you like to have a conversation with me?” PLEASE HELP, he’s nervous. he’s basically spouting out the first thing that comes into his mind. you’d think that he wouldn’t be nervous, but when he’s in an actual relationship with a HOT ASF PERSON, then he’s going to be nervous

he doesn’t look nervous sure, but it’s the way his hands start shaking, it’s a sign that he doesn’t want to mess up with asking for something like kisses. but don’t worry, he does become a natural.

“kissing is th—” “okay, denki. come over here.” and he does gradually get less and less nervous about asking you. however, it’s his thing to ask kisses with those ‘lame’ puns of his. it’s endearing. and you’d assume that there was something wrong if he didn’t start things out with a ‘lame’ joke. it’s his trademark!

neito monoma

— ELUDING

he’s always eluding on something. he could just outright ask you to kiss him, because he’s not ‘cowardly’ to chicken out and use subtle techniques on his s/o

BUT.. he really likes to pretend that it’s YOU that needs the kisses more than him, even though neito was the one asking about it first. “y/n! i think you need a little favor right now,” he’ll say before kissing you quickly, “y/n, you look like you need a kiss. it can’t be helped.”

you do catch on his little scheme though, because he’d NEVER ask you outright that he’d want a kiss, even though he most likely could. “neito, it looks like you need the kisses more than me.”

he’ll scoff and pretend that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, even though he knows very well that he’s doing it as an excuse to get kisses from you, without saying the magic words ™️ bug him about it though, and you might get him to oblige. considering how you have him wrapped around your finger

eijirō kirishima

— GRABBY HANDS

the only one that actually asks you out right, stretching his arms out to you “kiss!” he smiles, ushering you closer.

at first, he tried to signal you by taking kaminari’s advice (which was a horrible choice) and that was using body language. eijirō tried this method, and he ended up licking his lips a little too much to the point that you decided to buy him a tube of lipbalm. the explaining bit wasn’t so fun. so, eijirō decided to not follow kaminari’s advice, and chose to follow his own ways instead, a way that a lot more natural to him.

it’s quite adorable, i mean.. how could you not drop everything and give him a kiss when he stretches his arms out to you, the expression on his face pulling you closer for him to garner kisses from his loved one <3

the grabby hands is something he has grown accustomed to, but that doesn’t mean he’ll shy away from saying the magic words ™️

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©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei, do not steal❕

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Season 8-11 reactions:

Big batch this time bc I keep forgetting to write/post my reactions after finishing a season ANDNC

Season 8:

Alright so I know this one comes after the movie, and even if I didn’t know that…itsveryobviousAHAHA 

I have to say right off the bat, it was a lil weird to see their movie designs with their show VAs. Lloyd is fine, I honestly rlly like the change both design-wise and voice, I feel like his new voice suits him (and I rlly didn’t like his old VA im so sorry askhvsdf)-- but the others have taken a bit of getting used to. I like the movie designs in the context of the movie but they feel a lil out of place in the show given that the movie isn’t canon. Feels like clashing timelines a bit (and why do Nya and Pixal have the same hair now? Give nya back her fuckass bob /aff) but it has grown on me, and overall I like the aesthetic changes.

I fucking called the baby being Wu too but maybe that was obvious AHAHA as soon as they mentioned him liking tea I was like “iknowwhatyouare” and then they confirmed it for me pretty quick

The harumi twist however I didn’t rlly see coming, other than knowing there was something more about her that they hadn’t revealed… I can't say I fully understand the logic of her motivations (revenge, sure, but shouldn't that be against the serpentine, not the ninja? Or even pythor specifically?) But yk its fiiiine I mean after all as long as Garm comes back i'm fine w it AHAHA

and gODDD HIS ENTRANCE IS SO AHDNCNEKCKKDNC AUGHH IM RIPPING UP THE FLOORBOARDS GARMS BACK GARMS BACK GARMS BACK MY BABYGIRL HAS RETURNED FROM WAR (SORTA) i cannot overstate how excited I am this shit had me running around my room like a madman PFNDNFND

Also okay i know hes not rlly his old self but im very invested in how this pure-evil form works and what he does and the angst that's already ensued is so MMMMCHEFS KISS GIVE ME MOREEEE

Its so interesting to see him do the things he never would have even as overlord before, like fight lloyd and misako, and that cliffhangery ending has me immediately needing to see where this goes

Season 9

I forgot to take notes on this one but honestly I didn't have a whole lot to say– I liked it, I thought it was interesting. The realm of dragons was cool. The moments where Garm hesitates is so aUGHHHHHHH but also mixed w the fact that he literally kills ppl??? God. Its so interesting. I could just talk about him specifically forever 

The whole harumi-being-his-daughter thing was….odd, but I gotta say her ending was very apt and satisfying AHDNCN sorry harumi but ur motives didn't make sense so ofc history is gonna repeat itself

Dareth….oh buddy. AHAHAHAHAHA not him getting Brown Powers then immediately pissing them out im– and the "brown town" joke? StoP AHAJAHAHAH I rlly had a moment where I thought he was gonna have a lil arc where he learns to fight better but ofc notttt

I am glad they at least acknowledged the existence of & utilized some of the other elemental masters tho

And I liked the end where Lloyd had to literally Not Fight His Dad in order to win against him. Its so *chefs kiss*

Season 10

For a four-episode season, my expectations were very low and they blew it out of the park. Surprisingly good pacing, plus so many amazing Garmadon and Lloyd moments i sobbbb. It's so nice to see this version of Garm finding his humanity and struggling with that and trying to understand the others & understand himself and the confliction inside and aughhh. Like, the fact that he's a husk of his former self but still saves Lloyd at every opportunity? He tries to mirror smiles bc his was "evil looking"? He looks wistfully at the photo of him and lloyd when no ones around?? The oni at the end telling him they sense "confliction" in him and they can tell he wants to be like the humans??? My heart. Also I totally see why ppl ship him and Vinnie, like, immediately AHAHA that whole scene is so sweet and funny which seems to be a theme for this season. It somehow manages to be hilarious but also so bittersweet and emotional, esp bc its paralleling the early season where Garm spends time on the bounty while helping the ninja. And the way they brought back the tornado of creation and Garm decided to be part of it bc he was worried Lloyd would die otherwise???? AUGHHHHH. 

I'm also honestly glad they let the ending be ambiguous as to what was gonna happen to Garmadon rather than rushing a character arc right at the end. Overall one of my fave seasons (and I'm sure no one is surprised) despite it being so short. (Also I got the comic series that came after this season and its so good)

Season 11

Okay so. I knew going into this one that this season was where it got picked up by another studio, so i was bracing myself for a lil bs, but like...I had so many questions immediately. Which, if you're familiar with my blog, you might already know, bc after watching 2 eps I asked The Audience if it "gets better"– Luckily folks were able to dissuade most of my worries and it did, in fact, get better, but the first few eps were rough. They def took a bit to get settled into the 11min ep format, and I did too. I also just didn't like how they started it with them being bored, lazy, incompetent, etc, and with Wu being so cranky. I don't like Wu in this season for the most part honestly but he does get better too. On future rewatches I'll skip the first four-ish eps (and that anime one…. Ohmygod what was the point of that AHAHA honestly idk why the 2d animation was necessary at all, even when it was used for lore reasons. The human hands….cursed)

it def settled and felt more like what I'd expect from the show. There were plenty of good moments and I liked the ice section a lot– surprisingly, I didn't call Zane being the ice emperor, idk how but that moment was mind blowing to me PFFT

Overall I enjoyed it with those few exceptions in the beginning hehe so I'm interested to see where they take it from here

Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu first watch

Finally started watching masters of spinjitzu (yes, I watched the movie before the show) and I'm gnawing on the floorboards like a rabid animal RAHHH

I wanted to start a thread to share some of my thoughts and reactions as I watch, for anyone that wants to hear 'em or to live vicariously through a new fan hehe

○ Note: I don't care too much about spoilers given that its an old show I've already gotten plenty of spoilers for, but I'd appreciate it if you kept big stuff vague in my comments! Also, there will be spoilers in this thread for any other first time watchers.

Pilot– s1 ep 13:

Okay so my expectations going into this was that it was going to be different from the movie, given how people talk about it online. Honestly I wasn't prepared for how different, but like– in a good way? I really love it so far, and also still love the movie (esp Garmadon), which is probably a byproduct of having seen it with zero context first. Ik a lot of ppl dont like the movie or have crits of it and that's very valid, but I'm really enjoying both of them for their differences.

Some rapid fire thoughts in no particular order (might be more organized next time):

- I really like how much development they're giving each ninja, that was something the movie def lacked.

- I had no idea what spinjitzu was and i was not expecting Ninja Tornados but i fuckinglovethatAHAHA

- Zane is my favorite ninja so far. I loved him in the movie too but the reveALLLL GOD. That was something I was spoiled for but it still hits so hard. Hes so me when I (love me some autism-coded robots). Honestly tho I rlly like the whole cast !!

-I mistakenly thought Nya and Jay were the siblings in the movie bc the dialogue rlly wasn't clear to me, but uh– yeahno AHAHAHA OOPS theyre cute though

-show!lloyd is.... growing on me! Slowly! I know he's got a long way to go and I'm sure he'll get there but his first few appearances was a lil whiny for my tastes. The fact that he's trying to follow in garms footsteps tho and garm doesnt want him too?? aUGH i love their whole dynamic so much.

- the fact that garmadon pronounces lloyd properly throws me all the way off cuz I'm so used to L'loyd PFFT

-I also didn't put it together that Lloyd Garmadon is meant to sound similar to Lord Garmadon. Idk how but it took someone literally saying it in an ep for me to realize

-I love how clear it is that garmadon cares for lloyd and would do literally anything for him but also the angst of him being infused w evil and knowing lloyd is destined to defeat him???? WHILE STILL BEING PROUD OF HIM??? unmatched. I love that so much

-I also just love garmadon's whole vibe but thats to be expected. Much less silly so far (with a few expections) but he's so interesting. I wish they did a lil more with his backstory in the movie. Imso brainrot over him

Anyway thats all for now I'll share more thinks as I watch hehehe

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10 things i hate about you part 1 - jj maybank x fem!cameron reader

PART 1 | MASTERLIST | PART 2

a/n: okay so i was not expecting this much attention when i posted the masterlist??? like i gained 30 followers and the masterlist got 200+ notes and i havent even posted any chapters lmao. so now im very intimidated bc i wanna do you guys proud

also! everyone goes to the same school in this to make things easier for me and because i can do what i want. alright lets get into it

warning(s): reader is a total bitch, kinda ooc sarah, some cursing and some unwelcome comments

wc: 5.1k

The beginning of the school year wasn’t something that anyone in the OBX really looked forward to. Living in a vacation spot was great in the summer because— well, you could do anything you wanted. You weren’t one to indulge in kook life, but even you could appreciate the liberty it gave you. But the return to the hellhole that was Kildare County was a death sentence to the freedom that seemed to be all the more fleeting, and it also meant a return to—

“Are you done yet?”

—that.

The banging on the bathroom door followed by your sister’s voice nearly caused you to poke your eye out with your mascara wand, and your concentration was the only thing that stopped you from shooting back with an already prepared retort. Once you were satisfied with your look — albeit taking a bit longer on purpose just to annoy Sarah — you tossed the bottle of mascara back into the drawer then threw the door open, ignoring your sister on your heels as you walked through the house to the kitchen.

“I am now,” you said as you picked up your keys, once again ignoring Sarah as you picked up your bag from the couch. “If you don’t like the way I do things, you can walk to school.”

“You don’t threaten to leave Wheezie at home,” she pointed out, slipping her shoes on and picking her own bag up at the same time.

“Wheezie is actually nice to me,” you countered, pointedly ignoring Sarah’s eye roll while you slipped on a jacket. “You’d better shape up or else she’s gonna get shotgun every time I drive you two.”

Sarah leaned against the table and crossed her arms. “What, so you get to be a complete bitch all the time because you’re the one with the keys?”

You gasped and pressed your hands to your heart, the whole sentiment dripping in sarcasm. “Oh my god, you’re finally starting to understand! Sarah, call Dad down. He needs to know about this breakthrough.”

She groaned and hightailed it towards the door. “Just get to the car so I can get away from you as soon as possible, okay?”

You cracked a small smile as she ran outside, a satisfied sigh following after as you filled up your water bottle. It was too easy.

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“So… you excited for junior year?”

Your effort at small talk as you backed out of the driveway was almost completely ignored by your sister, more focused on checking her makeup than you. But after a final swipe of lipstick, she shrugged.

“I guess. Mostly just excited to almost be done at this place. I am so sick of Dad constantly breathing down my neck with everything I do.”

“Yeah, well let me know when you manage to get out of that,” you murmured as you turned onto the main road. Your father was the epitome of a control freak. With an image to keep up and a fortune to maintain, there was never a moment where he wasn’t calling the shots on every part of your life. You tried to avoid as much of it as you could, but there was only so much you could do while still living under his roof.

Sarah raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry, you’re not the one who has her entire life dictated. I mean, part of the reason I want to graduate so badly is so I can finally get a boyfriend! What’s with that stupid rule anyways?”

Ah, yes. The rule. Keeping up the image of a perfect family meant no room for error, and teen pregnancy fell under the classification of error. Ward Cameron’s solution was the rule: no dating until graduation. It was technically meant for all three girls, but with the way things were, it was more directed at Sarah.

You were fine with it, but Sarah… not so much.

“I will never understand why you’re so desperate to get with one of these kooks!” you exclaimed. “They’re all assholes riding off of Daddy’s money, and they don’t care about you at all. Sarah, they are all like Rafe. Do you really want to get with someone like your brother?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “First of all, you are so dramatic! Second, that is actually disgusting. Maybe you would understand if you actually gave someone a chance instead of spouting your bullshit every time.”

“You only think it’s bullshit because you’re in as deep as they are,” you countered. “If you actually listened to me for once—”

Sarah groaned and turned the music up, apparently not interested in listening at all as she hit her head against the back of the seat and stared longingly out the window. “Keep this up and I might actually start walking to school,” she muttered.

“You say that like it’s a threat,” you retorted. “Besides, if you hate this so much, then you can catch a ride with any of your other friends.” You took your voice up an octave in a mockery of her own. “The ones that are so good to you!”

“Y’know, you have Cameron genes too!” she said, frustrated. “If you could, oh, I don’t know— actually be a normal human being for once, you would have just as many at your feet! Guys don’t…” she gestured at you. “Guys don’t like this kinda thing.”

You huffed a dry laugh. “Sarah, the day that I change myself for any man on this island is the day that I die. You know, the fact that you even say that is a sign of—”

Sarah groaned and put her head in her hands. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I brought it up! And look, one of my friends is over there! I can walk the rest of the way with him. Now, please let me out.”

“It’s a sign of the patriarchy,” you finished despite her interruption. You continued to talk as you checked your mirrors and pulled to the curb, even though Sarah was already gathering her things. “They only want one thing, and when you can’t give it to them anymore they leave! Every guy on this island is a tool and— HEY, ASSHOLE! STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER!”

She slammed the door shut just as you got the last part out, earning a glare and a middle finger from Sarah which you returned with a mocking smile. If everyone was as scared of you as she said they were, then hopefully that was enough to get whoever that guy was off your back.

Because whenever someone wanted to get with Sarah, they always tried to sidle up to you as well for some reason. It was exhausting, and it was part of why you had tried so hard to earn the title of reprehensible bitch.

And hey — it had worked.

But as you pulled back onto the road, you knew one thing: you couldn’t wait to get off of this fucking island.

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Sarah had to hold in another groan as she all but ran from the car to the sidewalk. She couldn’t help the small smile though as laughter drifted through the air, courtesy of the friend that had gotten her out of that lecture.

“Hey, John B.” She greeted him with a wave and the two of them quickly fell into step together. “Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that.”

He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “You mean your sister going insane on you? Yeah, I heard a bit.”

She sighed and shook her head. “Trust me, that’s not even close to the worst. She has got some serious issues. She was all popular and shit freshman year, but it’s like she became more of the Wicked Witch as she went through high school.”

John B shrugged. “She can’t be that bad, can she? I mean, aren’t older sisters supposed to look after their siblings?”

Sarah snorted. “Tell that to her. She’s too busy trying to ‘topple the patriarchy’ or whatever to actually care about us. Between securing valedictorian and trying to claim the title of ‘biggest bitch in the OBX’, it’s a miracle she has any time to do anything else.”

“But enough about my sister!” Sarah bumped shoulders with John B as a mischievous grin spread across her lips. “I… really enjoyed the time we spent together these past few weeks. It really sucks that school gets to interrupt it all.”

John B really hoped that she couldn’t see the way that he was blushing as a smile of his own grew. “Oh, I uh— I did too—”

In the worst luck possible, John B wasn’t even able to save himself from the stammering mess he had backed himself into when a voice he really could’ve gone without hearing made himself known.

“Hey, Sarah!”

He was almost thankful that Sarah turned away to greet the newcomer as he wasn’t able to hide his visible distaste. In a way, this made sense. Because why wouldn’t Topper Thornton show up just when things between him and Sarah were actually going well?

“Topper!”

He especially hated the way that Sarah said his name — it was so happy. Too happy. John B didn’t consider himself a jealous person, but guys like Topper always brought out the worst in him.

“Good to see you, good to see you…” He trailed off as he finally seemed to notice John B, and the two boys shared a look that Sarah was oblivious to. “Why are you walking to school with this pogue?”

“He has a name,” Sarah said pointedly. “I was walking to school with John B because my sister is impossible to be around for more than five minutes. He’s really my savior, if anything.”

Topper rolled his eyes and slung his arm around her shoulder. “I’ll be your savior any day, babe. Thanks for the warm up Jack, but I can take her the rest of the way.”

Their contest of staring daggers at each other was broken when Sarah stood up on her toes and pecked John B on the cheek, the sentiment enough to melt his icy expression towards Topper. “I’ll see you later, John B?” she asked with a smile.

“Uh— yeah. Of course.” He offered a smile of his own and Sarah nodded before turning back to Topper, and before John B knew it, the girl of his dreams was walking away with another man.

He was in the middle of thinking of ways to get around his kook problem when another voice, this one far more welcome, interrupted his thoughts.

“Dude, did you just walk to school with Sarah Cameron?” Pope asked, slightly baffled.

John B’s gaze didn’t waver as she got further away, and when she turned around for a second and waved he returned the gesture with a small one of his own. “Uh… yeah. I did.”

Kie looked wholly unamused as she walked up next to the two boys. “Are you serious? John B, you know you have no chance with her, right?”

“Kie, you weren’t there. She’s not like other kooks, you know that.” He still had a starry gleam in his eye as he turned back to them. “Besides, she— she kissed me on the cheek before she went off with Topper! And we hung out for like, three weeks before school started. She snuck out for me. Have you heard of her doing that for anyone else? She likes me, guys. I know it.”

“Did you already forget about the part where she walked off with Topper?” Kiara asked.

“I think he also forgot the part where Sarah Cameron doesn’t date,” Pope said dryly. “JB, it’s the first day back. You’re shooting too far, man.”

“She probably just hangs out with kooks to keep up appearances!” John B defended. “And that dating thing— whatever. We can just work around it. I’m telling you guys — she is into me.”

Kiara sighed. “Where’s JJ when you need him? He’s gotta knock some sense into you.”

“I heard he’s already in the principal’s office,” Pope muttered. The bell went off right as the words left his mouth and he started walking backwards towards the school. “And we gotta get to class before we join him.”

Kiara stood on her toes and ruffled John B’s hair, cracking a smile to let him know she was (mostly) joking with their conversation. “Get that head out of the clouds, man. I know Sarah Cameron better than you do, and I promise — you’re better off not trying to go after her.”

John B let out a loose sigh and shook his head as they caught up to Pope. “Agree to disagree.”

Pope shrugged. “Hey, man. If you think you have a chance, I heard that she’s looking for a French tutor. She almost failed out sophomore year, so you’d probably be able to get some good money for helping her out. But, uh… Didn’t you almost fail out of French sophomore year too?”

John B patted his friend on the back. “Pope, my good man, it is never too late to learn!”

~~~~~~~~

The first day went as well as you thought it would.

On the bright side, almost everyone avoided you. The easiest way to avoid drama was to never be involved in the first place, and earning the brand of “tempestuous bitch” was one of the best ways to do it. You were everything that people thought your sister was — a complete bitch with zero tolerance for everyone and anyone — and that was how you liked it.

Everything else was on the flip side. After being sent to the office in first block for a bullshit reason and dealing with the Kildare assholes unwise enough to try and talk to you for the rest of the day, you were more than ready to get home and detox from the hell of public school. But the second you and Sarah stepped into the parking lot, a red convertible pulled up causing your almost instinctive eye roll.

Topper slowed to a stop and gave you that little smirk that made you want to punch his lights out. “Hey, your little Rambo look is out, Cameron. Didn’t you read last month’s Cosmo?”

You scoffed. “Clever. Now, run along!”

“I wasn’t done yet,” he stated, his gaze drifting from you to Sarah. “Can I interest you in a ride?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, genuinely thinking it was a joke, but as Sarah grinned and opened the passenger door your amusement turned to shock. “Oh my god, you’re actually going with this dick?”

Sarah shrugged, slightly ambivalent as she set her bag on the floor. “I’m sorry that I actually want to ride with someone who actually appreciates me!”

Topper gave you that stupid smirk again and shrugged as he started to pull away. “Can’t even keep your sister? Ouch.”

“Take your head out of your ass before you drive, Thornton!” you yelled as the car sped off, his low blow drawing more anger out of you than you wanted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, trying to push it out of your mind as you made your way to your own car. You would never understand what your sister saw in that prick, but… it wouldn’t be the first time a Cameron had made that mistake.

You grimaced. Just thinking about it was enough to make you gag and only strengthened your desire to get out of this place.

After backing out of your spot you started to leave the parking lot, but you nearly hit some blonde idiot as they decided to run across the parking lot right in front of your car. “You have eyes, dumbass!” you yelled out your window after slamming on the breaks. “Use them!”

You let out an exasperated sigh as you continued to drive. Graduation couldn’t come soon enough.

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Your pleasant night of reading and nothing else was interrupted almost immediately by your father coming into the living room, and by the way he called your name you could only assume it was more useless mail. As he walked over to your armchair and rifled through the various envelopes, he glanced at you. “Make anyone cry today?”

You chuckled. “Unfortunately, no. But it is only 4:30.”

His sigh had a hint of amusement in it, but his small smile quickly faded as he handed a letter to you. “This one says ‘UCLA’?”

“Oh my god!” You took the envelope from him and ripped it open as quickly as possible, and as you jumped up from your chair and screamed Sarah came running into the room. “Oh my god, I got it!”

“What are you screaming for?” she asked, annoyed. “Are you dying?”

“No, I got in!” You unfolded the letter completely and held it up for your sister and father to see. “I got into UCLA!”

“Wait, wait—” Ward held up a hand that you almost completely ignored. “UCLA is on the other side of the country. I didn’t even know you applied there— what happened to staying close, working in the family business?”

“That was what you wanted me to do,” you muttered. “This is what I want to do. Moving across the country sounds great, Dad.”

“So what?” he scoffed. “Are you just going to pack up and leave, just like that?”

“Hopefully,” Sarah said with a fake smile.

You raised your eyebrows. If she wanted to play this game, you would too. “Why don’t you ask Sarah who took her home today?”

“Hey, do not change the—” He frowned and turned to Sarah. “Who drove you home?”

Sarah laughed mirthlessly and glared daggers at you while she spoke. “Dad, it was just a boy—”

“Who is a flaming imbecile,” you added helpfully.

“It was just a boy,” she started again louder, the daggers in her eyes becoming sharper. “And I think he’s going to ask me—”

“Oh god,” Ward groaned. “I think we all know what he’s going to ask you, and you know what the answer’s going to be.”

“Come on, Dad!” Sarah complained as she threw herself onto the sofa. “I am the only girl in school that doesn’t date — do you know how embarrassing that is?”

“You’re not the only one,” he said with a glance at you. “Your sister doesn’t date.”

“And I don’t intend to,” you said pointedly. “Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to that school?”

Sarah’s laugh this time was more of a breathy show of disbelief. “You are actually insane.”

Ward clapped and stopped the arguing between you two before it could start. “Alright! I think I know how to solve this. The old rule is out. The new rule — Sarah can date… but only when she does.” He pointed at you.

Your self-satisfied smile appeared just as Sarah hopped up from the couch. “Are— are you kidding me? She is a literal nightmare; what if she never dates?”

Ward shrugged. “Then you’ll never date. Ooh, I like that.” His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, putting the device up to his ear as he started a call. “I’m sorry, I have to go. We’ll talk about UCLA later!”

You rolled your eyes and picked up your book as you started walking towards the stairs. “Fine.”

“Dad, you can’t be serious!” Sarah stormed after him but he just held up his hand as he went towards the front door.

“Not now, Sarah. This is work.” As he picked up his jacket and walked out the door, her rage was turned on you.

“Can’t you just pick some random kook to go out with so I can go on one date?”

You shook your head, putting your hand to your heart in fake sympathy. “I’m so sorry that you’ll never get to experience Topper Thornton in all of his misery.”

Sarah scoffed and walked away, no doubt to hate you some more on her own. “You suck.”

You rolled your eyes and took your voice up in a mockery of hers. “‘You suck.’”

~~~~~~~~

John B flipped through his French textbook, muttering words under his breath as he tried to make them stick but only really succeeding in wondering why it had to be French. Sarah Cameron couldn’t really need help with surfing, or history, or even Spanish, which he took for two years in middle school. No, it had to be French.

He was jerked out of his thoughts when someone sat across from him, and he was greeted by the smile of the subject of his imagination.

“Hey,” Sarah said with a smile as she flipped her own book open. “Listen, I wish this could last longer but this has gotta be quick. I gotta make it home for this stupid business opening thing that my dad has to do or something—”

“Don’t worry,” John B reassured with a smile of his own. “We can just get started with pronunciations.”

She huffed. “Yay. My favorite.”

“I mean..” he shrugged as she looked up at him. “There is another way. We don’t have to really… speak French. I heard that The Wreck was having a French special Saturday night, and I was thinking that we could go?”

Sarah chuckled, but not in a way that made him feel embarrassed or like he had messed up. “Are you asking me out?”

He gave her a wry smile. “I guess you could say that. And— I know about your dad’s rule, but I figured since it’s for French, we could get around that.”

Her eyes lit up and she placed her hand on top of his. “Actually, my dad just came up with a new rule! I can date if my sister does!”

His eyes lit up. “Oh, great! Do you like surfing, because I can—”

She stopped him with another sigh. “You heard what my sister was like yesterday, John B. It’s not going to be that easy — she sucks.”

“Oh, yeah…” He let out a loose exhale. “I noticed that when she called me an asshole. Why is she like that?”

Sarah shrugged. “I have no idea. She used to be super popular freshman year, but then it’s like she just got tired of it. And now she makes everyone around her miserable with her special brand of bitchiness because she is literally incapable of interacting with another human being without insulting them.”

“I mean… if all you need to get a date is for someone to go out with her first, I’m sure I could find someone to get with her.”

Her eyes softened and she intertwined her fingers with his. “You would do that for me?”

“Yeah! Of course!” He swallowed when he realized how quickly he had exclaimed it and tried to be nonchalant. “I mean… Yeah. Sure.”

“Do you really think you can find someone, though?” she sighed. “My sister is extreme. You think you can find someone to match her?”

John B bit his lip as the gears started to turn in his head. There was only one person he knew that could go against a girl like Sarah Cameron’s sister, and he had no idea if he would even want to.

“Yeah!” It was a bit forced, but he hoped it was convincing enough. “Yeah. I got this, Sarah.”

~~~~~~~~

“So let me get this straight — you ended up in the guidance counselor’s office on the first day after starting a fight on school grounds, and then you almost got hit by some chick in the parking lot at the end of the day?” John B chuckled as he took two beers out of the fridge and threw one to JJ. “Man, that is not a good start to the year.”

He grinned and shrugged, taking a sip of his beer after cracking it open. “What can I say? I have a flair for dramatics.” He flopped onto the couch and glanced at his friend. “Did yours go any better?”

John B set his beer on the kitchen table and switched it for a tennis ball that he started to throw at the wall. His expression brightened almost immediately, a grin of his own forming. “Oh, man — you don’t even know how good it was. I just… I need to ask you something. You know Sarah Cameron, right?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“So you know her older sister too?”

This time, he snorted. “Yeah. She’s the biggest bitch in the OBX — I’m pretty sure she was the one in the parking lot yesterday. What about it?”

John B glanced at his friend as he threw the tennis ball at the wall again, letting the silence between them linger for just a moment too long before he began again. “...I need you to get a date with her.”

It was a good thing the carpets in the living room were already shitty, because the beer that ended up on the floor after JJ spit it out would’ve ruined them. He gave John B an incredulous look as he wiped his mouth. “Dude, what?”

“I’m not crazy, I promise! I just—” A laugh slipped out as he ran his hand through his hair. “There is something going on between Sarah and I, man, I know it. I asked her out today during our tutoring thing, but her dad’s got this new stupid rule where she can’t date until her older sister does.”

JJ’s gaze didn’t waver as he tried to process it all. “Okay, first of all — you’re macking Sarah Cameron? Dude, that is like asking for trouble! If anyone finds out, there’s about ten guys that’ll kill you on the spot. And second— you think I can get a date with her sister? JB, she is the worst. Are you sure you’re good? Because this idea is as bad as she is.”

John B hung his head back as he turned to JJ, tilting his head as he stared at his friends. “I know all of that, trust me. But she’s worth it, man. I have never felt the way that I do with Sarah, and until her sister’s down I can’t even get close to her without her dad trying to murder me. You— you want me to be happy, right?”

“You are not guilt-tripping me right now,” JJ groaned. “Do you know what you’re asking me to do? She’s a kook, man! And not just a kook, she is like, the kook. People say that she’s worse than her brother, and he’s coked up constantly.”

“JJ, please. I— I will pay you.” John B threw the tennis ball to the ground and pulled his wallet out, causing JJ to laugh as he rifled through it.

“With what money, bro? You’re off just as bad as me. Besides, I’m not making you pay me, because I’m not doing this.”

“She can’t be that bad, can she?” John B threw his wallet on the counter and leaned against it, desperate eyes staring into his friend’s. “You’ve fucked girls worse than her, I know it.”

“Yeah, fucked. I can handle one night stands with girls like that, but man— you’re asking me to date her. Take her out and shit.” He knocked back the rest of his beer and shook his head. “Even if I wanted to, she would reject me quicker than I could blink. You’d probably have better luck trying to get one of those kook assholes to do it.”

“Wait. That— that could actually work,” he said, talking with his hands as he got more excited. “I mean, not taking out her sister, but we can definitely use them! Topper Thornton likes Sarah too— that dude’s an asshole, but he is an idiot and he is loaded! You want money? I can definitely trick him into paying you for this.”

And at that, JJ actually laughed out loud. “John B, that’s a terrible fucking idea. I don’t think Topper and I have ever had a conversation where our fists didn’t do most of the talking. Besides, how would you even get him to do it?”

“You don’t have to do the talking! I can do it, or I can get Pope to do it—” JJ raised his eyebrows. “—I will do it, and he won’t beat me up because he cares more about getting Sarah than throwing a few punches. It— it’s easy. I just tell him that in return for clearing the path, he leaves us alone for the school year. And then he’ll give you a fuck ton of cash to ask out a super hot girl, you’ll do it because you’re the best, and I will get the girl of my dreams. It is the perfect plan, JJ!”

And with that, he couldn’t even stop his jaw from dropping slightly. JJ wanted to tell him that, no, it was actually a horrible plan, but he couldn’t bring himself to. It had been ages since he had last seen John B this happy, especially after what had happened with his dad. And if all it cost to keep him like this was going out with some girl…

JJ pushed himself up and stared at the ground for a moment before looking at John B. “You really like her, huh?”

John B nodded. “This is fairytale levels of connection, man.”

He breathed in deeply and let out a loose exhale, nodding as he came to a reluctant conclusion. “...Okay. One date, after you get the money from that asshole.”

John B jumped up from the counter, far too excited for the promise of one, possibly not even successful date, but too into the illusion of success to care. “Yes! Thank you so much, man. You’re my favorite person from now and forever.”

JJ snorted and got up from the sofa himself, dropping the empty can on the counter and turning on his way to the door to face John B. “Yeah, I know. And as fun as signing my life away has been, I gotta get out of here before I regret every decision I’ve ever made. Also, I already have work in some of my classes and I have to at least fool my teachers into thinking I’m gonna try this year.”

It was like the grin on John B’s face was stuck there, the high from JJ’s agreement not fading anytime soon. “Yeah— yeah, whatever man. Do whatever you gotta do. I will get you that money!”

JJ rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop his own smile as he left, holding his hand up in parting. “Don’t make me regret this!”

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this chapter's road rage inspired more by my own frustration in my school parking lot than the movie lmao. no one knows how to drive </3

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[cinefairy]

im persisting for a new life. i live in a toxic household w an abusive family, and i don’t really have many friends at the moment. im sorry if you consider that a trauma dump but girl :(. —and i dont feel like acknowledging that im non satisfied rn will affect anything for me personally.

i’m not gonna want to hear “your manifestation is probably not appearing because you’re manifesting from a place of lack/desperation/impatience” from other blogs bc like no shit with these circumstances WHO WOULDNT FEEL THOSE THINGS? that shouldn’t stop anything.

its not the luxury clothing or iphone 12 that im worried about. i know the good life isn’t separate from me but yeah i do *need* a change to that reality ASAP!! like, today. i shifted to my desired reality-like into another house in a different country but it freaked me out so i tapped out. i want shit to appear “naturally”. anyway, ik you have maybe a vagely similar experience/past ??

maybe id like just like some motivation tho eiypo lmao im tryna soothe my human self and ill do other things to help w that too.

i dont want to vainly affirm or use anyyyy more energy to visualize. i dont want to try to convince or delude myself to knowing for a fact. i dont want to deeply relax into the void. i dont want to script. ive done everything i could ever do i know ive done WAY more than enough but i just desire it to appear now, nowww. im so determined but im still human and im tired. the power is within me ive proven it to myself many times. sometimes even tho u know something on a mental level, you still may not feel its a fact in your heart of hearts. thats my current assumption.

but girl i just needed to vent on that. im taking this spiel as proof it’s happening incredibly soon tho. now onto me contradicting all this with my desired self concept lmao. sorry its so long and i understand if you dont wanna post it.

TRUST ME! its okay to vent. its okay to feel your emotions, its okay- don’t ever keep your feelings inside of you for the sake of your manifestation, and i totally relate to how you’re feeling. you venting and releasing how you really feel isnt gonna do shit to your manifestation trust me.

i just want to acknowledge how you’re still so powerful!! even how shitty your life might seem you’re still trying and it makes me happy. from someone who has once been in such terrible circumstances, never give up. if i had gave up i wouldn’t be where i am rn.

1. STEP INTO YOUR POWER

i can already sense your power, i KNOW you���re amazing- i know you’re gonna manifest your desires and ik you’re gonna be okay one day. trust me on that, step into your divine power and know you’re 100% that bitch. mentally and physically because you are. go have self conversations with yourself on how AMAZING you are!

2. SELF CONCEPT

self concept is really important and ik you’re probably sick of hearing self concept too, but self concept really is the foundation of everything in life. self concept helped me in similar circumstances as you if that helps.

“i manifest so quickly and easily”

“nothing stops me from manifesting my desires”

“i love myself, i love what im becoming”

“i am strong, independent and amazing”

“i can easily manifest anything i want”

“i am a powerful manifestor”

“i am confident in my manifesting abilities and i know that my manifestation is inevitable no matter what”

3. KNOW THAT YOU CAN MANIFEST ANYTHING, NO MATTER WHAT.

ik a lot of people say you should ignore the 3D. now i believe you shouldn’t, i mean if you’re in the worst of circumstances..how can you? so just KNOW your manifestation is inevitable and its gonna be happen no matter what.

also you have SAID WHAT YOU WANT. meaning you dont have to do anything else but step into the knowing that your manifestation is inevitable.