#is it cool to just share cool music sometimes. where are we on that these days is that lame. is that lameposting

[manicpixieyandere]

Gushing Over Magical Girls | Confessions of a Rotten Girl

The Journey of Self Accepting Sexuality and Kink

(Censored a bit because boo Tumblr).

More and more lately we have seen people online going on about how they want no more s*x in media, or at the very least no more pointless s*x in media. But trying to say what should and shouldn't be in a story purely because you deem it pointless completely misses the point. If you pay attention to the stories, you'll see when s*x has a meaning.

Usually it's something like showing how close two characters are, or the lust a certain character feels, and yes sometimes it is just fan service, but there is nothing wrong with that either.

Today we wanted to talk about two semi recent (within the last year) pieces of media that have shown s*x in ways that matter to the story. Those medias would be the manga / anime series: Gushing Over Magical Girls, and the song "Confessions of a Rotten Girl.

Both of these works center on the theme of a school aged girl learning about her own kink and sexual identity and coming to terms with the fact. Their ages are important as middle school to high school is exactly when people tend to start feeling these things (sometimes even younger).

Here is where we are gonna split the works into sections! First up is Gushing Over Magical Girls!

Throughout the story Utena finds out she is a sadist who loves to torture magical girls. At first she is disgusted by herself, thinking she needs to stop.

But the more the series goes on, the more she starts to accept this side of herself.

But the thing is; even though Utena is part of an evil organization and is playing the part, she never fully gives in. She isn't evil. She still supports the magical girls and wants to see them thrive with their La Verità forms. Utena is suspicious of Venalita and plans to work against them if things go south (of course this has yet to be seen as the series is on hiatus).

We think it's really cool to show a character come to terms with their kink and even sexual identity (she only ever plays with girls, just saying) through a story. People get so wrapped up in the "rights" of fictional characters that they forget they are just tools for the writer to tell their story. Both manga and anime are visual mediums, you can't just say what a character is thinking, you need to SHOW it. So the easiest way to do so would be having Utena actually preforming these actions on the magical girls. It also just makes it more interesting and action packed.

On the flip side we have Hatsune Miku from Confessions of a Rotten Girl. With music it isn't a visual medium, and thus the song can get away with sharing the character's thoughts through words and not visuals (although the music video does show the content Miku consumes).

In Miku's case we also have a school aged girl coming to terms with her sexual interests and identity. She also is into bondage but she is really into you guessed it, YAOI. Oh Fujo Miku how we love you.

While Utena's version of demonization is more fictional in the sense of being a villain to the magical girls, Miku's is more grounded in realistic depictions of religious guilt and trauma.

At first Miku is at confession and talks about her interests being temptations and that she is burdened by shame. She even goes as far to say she is eating the forbidden fruit.

As most of you probably know, this refers to Eve in the Garden of Eden eating from The Tree of Knowledge. Christians see this event as a tragedy, the birth of original sin. But look what Miku says:

"Could Eve be our idol? Could she lead us through the light? We'd all be disciples of her lemon driven bite".

This isn't someone upset about the bite, she is PRAISING Eve. To me this reads as a little baby Satanist in the making. If you don't know there are two types of Satanists. The first kind do not believe in Satan but instead see him as a symbol of freedom. The second half share those same beliefs but actually believe in Satan. Satanists do not see Eve eating the fruit as a tragedy, they see it as liberation. They see it as the beginning of free will.

Both Utena and Miku chose to live as their own authentic selves. Neither are really evil, but if people see them that way, then so be it.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Dead on main. No trick only treat.

~~Сhildhood friends and deals~~

The Justice League has to summon a ghost from another dimension to address the threat. They don’t know what price the Ghost King will take but there’s little time to bargain. Another spirit threatening them has already seized all the computers on their base. John doesn’t know what else to offer. A summoned ghost starts to look bored. Gold, jewelry? A favor from a member of the League? Like the Ruler of All Dead needs it. No one dares to make another offer, and the King is in no hurry to set out his demands. Maybe try to pull off a soul sale scam?

Suddenly, Red Hood breaks into the hall, walks up to Phantom and shakes his shoulder vigorously. Red Hood: You, get Technus out of here right now. I need access to the files and fast. Phantom: That’s rude, dude. Where did you grow up? in the cave? No "hello, no how are you, Danny", really? Red Hood: I’ll pay the usual price. Phantom: Deal.

What is the price? John sees Batman and gets in his way. The usual price, his guy said. Means Jay was already out of the deal alive and well. This hyperprotective bat would only piss off the ruler if he interfered.

The King quickly deals with his subordinate using a thermos and remains to watch working Hood. Red Hood: What do you want? I’m busy. Danny: You and I have a contract~ Red Hood: All right, all right. Jay throws M&Ms right in the face of the ghost. But king doesn’t look angry. He opens the package and starts sorting the candies by color. Phantom quickly eats up all the green ones and passes the red ones to Hood. Jason takes them without any questions.

Strange. John has never seen a summoned creature share its reward with a human. And the son of a bat looks too comfortable with it. Wait, since when do super-powered beings think that candy is a decent wage?John makes one of the most likely deductions using his experience. Constantine: Batsy, how long has your son been sleeping with the King of Ghosts? Batman: He…what?!

~~~~~~~

Dick *knocking at the door*: Little Wing, you hate ectoplasm and everything what is neon green, so why? He’s dangerous! Jason who turned on the music to not listen to his crazy family: ~He’s poison but tasty~

Dick: NoOOoo

~~~~~~

Jason: And now everyone thinks that I sold my virginity to you for a bargain or something, because interdimensional creatures like you aren’t supposed to help for nothing. Like you’re playing favorites. I’m gonna fucking kill John. Danny: Well, I wouldn’t say no to that. Jason: What? Danny: I mean, to k-kill John, yeah. How dare he.. Jason: Omg, you’re still so terrible liar, Fenton.

Danny: Sorry :(

Jason: No. Say it again.

~~~~Twelve years ago~~~~ Maddie wasn’t thrilled to learn that Danny was trying to make friends with Todd’s son. Their neighbor was terrible. And his son was definitely a street rat and probably a juvenile delinquent. Maddie: Danny, honey, there’s got to be a reason this boy is talking to you. Even kids from the crime alley are always looking for a bargain they can make or a fool they can fool. Danny: But Jason is so cool! He knows so much about books and alleys and.. Maddie: But you don’t want to be a fool, do you? Danny: Okay, Mom, I get it.

So, if Danny wants a cool friend, he’s got to offer a bargain.

He didn’t have a lot of pocket money for every month but Jason needed it more anyway. And his lunch that Jack was picking for him was big enough for two and only bitten on Tuesdays. Nice. Jason: Do I understand correctly? You will pay me and give me food, and I, what? Protect you from bullies? Danny: No! I’m not weak, I don’t need to be protected. Just..maybe we could sit together at lunch and walk each other home sometimes? Jason: Nay Danny: But why? You want something else? Jason: Money’s fine but your homemade food is…strange. Danny: I can bring sweets if you want. Jason: Deal. 3 pop tarts for a joint lunch, a party size bag of M&Ms if you waste my time out of school.

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Sometimes they share sweets when they hang out but more often Jayson takes them home to save in case his parents have money problems. Sweets have a long shelf life stored and he may not be afraid to poison himself. Over time, candy becomes their currency and a secret language for all occasions. Need help without unnecessary questions? M&Ms. Problems with learning? Skittles. The question is about family? Snickers. There will be a serious conversation? Pop Tarts.

Jason: One snickers and a pack of gum. Danny: Yeah, Jason? What do you want? Jason: My mom wants to meet my friend. Come to lunch on Sunday. Danny: Okay, you managed to pay for my expensive services. Jason:…and you just lost the gum from the deal.

~~~~~~

Jason threw a package at Danny: Three pop tarts. We need to talk. Danny: All right? Jason: Why are you avoiding me all week?! Danny: Well, it’s just..you’re Wayne now. Jason. Still Todd. And what about that? Danny: You can hang out with the cooler guys now, I didn’t want to embarrass you. Jason: Bullshit! I’m still the street rat, and you’re trying to avoid our contract. me. And I don’t even need money from you anymore. What the hell? I thought you are my friend. Danny: And I am!

~~~~~~

Robin: What’s a schoolboy doing in an alley at night? Danny: Um, I…nothing? Don’t tell my parents, Mr. Robin sir. Robin: It will cost you so many Chunky Bars, you have no idea. Danny:...Jason? Jason: N-no. Danny: Damn yes. What are you doing in green shorts on the street at night?! Jason: Cosplay. Danny: Oh yeah? Then I’m just your hallucination. Don’t hesitate to ghost me. I’m going home, Disgrace In Pixie Boots, bye. Jason: fu%&c$#u

[libraford]

Misty Copeland, my beloved.

I can't even say that 'appreciation' is the word, at least in the case of bellydance. It's just what happens when a culture touches another. Because 'bellydance' itself is a very broad term that encompasses a variety of dance styles that may have no verifiable country of origin.

Correct me of I'm wrong, of course!

Under a cut because apparently I'm infodumping on dance history.

The best we have as an origin people are the Ghawazee, and today's style looks very little like their practice (which is still taught by it's sole remaining member). But the people traveled before settling in Egypt, so a clear origin is difficult to pinpoint. And you do hear claims that bellydance is Egyptian, and while it's not untrue, it's not the entire story- Ghawazee spent some time in Egypt and the style stuck around to have a stylistic exchange. And a lot of the old Hollywood depictions of bellydance are something between this cultural fusion and awalim. All of these styles, and so many more of that region, informed each other and inspired each other as trade routes between countries became more common, and the Ottoman Empire brought it northward as far as modern day Austria.

And the dance style has been criticized pretty much everywhere it goes. Like our earliest footage of the dance was as a Victorian sideshow that was considered by the primarily white male audience to be vulgar. But as Egyptian film made this style more easily accessed, fondness for it grew, and we enter Golden Age of Bellydance- which was not always not the most culturally sensitive depiction, but it gave a lot of dancers a chance to show their skills to a wider audience- and now women want to learn it too! Teachers pop up everywhere, even though it's still considered a little risque in many cultures.

Bellydance was being seen all over the world because of cinema, even if inaccurate so. And there was a fascination with Egypt that made it the center of attention for a lot of film. There were tons of middle eastern dance clubs, though they were, again, kind of a fantasy version of it.

And then it got hairy.

Iranian Revolution in 1979 put a lot of restrictions on dance. If you were a dance teacher affected by this, your choices were either stop dancing or immigrate to a country where you'd be allowed to teach. So you see a huge boom in the 80s of Egyptian Cabaret styles taking root in the US because the interest in Egyptian culture made it easy to set up shop.

So most of what you're seeing today in modern stage styles is either second or third generation of Egyptian Cabaret style through several layers of translation, which in itself is deep in layers of translation, applied to the melting pot of America and then to the exposure of film, TV, music video, YouTube, Instagram, and then finally TikTok.

And that's fucking fascinating! The cultural exchange that had to happen for us to get that half-beat Turkish drop is high key cool af, just to think about all of the steps we had to go through to get here. It is an ever-evolving discipline of dance, and the fact that Shining Protector is still teaching the old ways of her people to keep traditions alive is AMAZING!

We should want this. And I don't know how to explain to people that sometimes the watered-down white people spicy version is the gateway drug to taking an active interest in a different culture.

When one culture comes in contact with another and the peoples share the things that enrich their lives, that is cultural exchange. But I think it's hard for some people to see any interaction with a white culture as neutral-positive. And it's somewhat difficult to explain the difference.

[fivewholeminutes]

How to avoid being spoiled with ST members' identities

A not so short guide for tumblr newcomers

Hello new fans and (probably) tiktok refugees! This is a guide on how to enjoy sleep token online without being spoiled and also, a guide on how not to be a twat at the same time.

It is rather long, but please give it a chance. If not for you, then for other people who do not want to be spoiled.

I was thinking about making a reminder post about it for ages and recent post from @zelink-stan02 inspired me to make it sooner!

Tumblr is one of not many places online where the chances of you getting jumpscared with the guys' faces and names are minimal. You're not completely safe here, but it's still way better than on other platforms. And a lot of users try to keep it that way.

So, the basics for people who want to avoid spoilers online!

No twitter. That is a place of no honour. No exceptions. Nothing good ever comes from ST twitter. Also i am not calling it x.

Tiktok is also not safe. But most of you probably know that.

Pinterest is a super quick way to see all their faces.

Idk about facebook, but i bet there are morons commenting with their legal names there too. Like on twitter.

Googling is very tricky. Image results will most likely show you their faces among 20 first photos and if you do google them. Well. The main search used to show the names as suggestions up here before; I'm glad to see that for now this is fixed:

BUT LO AND BEHOLD. Pictures tab gives you a treat (derogatory) of a full vessel's name RIGHT THERE:

First suggestion. They're not even trying. So yeah, googling is very tricky.

I didn't scroll further to the right, but i bet ii's name is there too. (Their names are spoiled most often, cause they're writing the songs.)

7. If you look for the lyrics, google sometimes shows vessel and ii's legal names in songwriters' credits. I haven't seen it recently, but it doesn't mean you won't see [redacted] instead of "Vessel 1" and so on in the credits. Try not to scroll too far when checking the lyrics. I think Apple music shows their names in lyics all the time, someone correct me if I'm wrong though.

FORTUNATELY,

if you want pictures, band info, older rituals' shenanigans etc. etc., we have real mvp's here on tumblr!

@sleepanonymous has it all. Including an archive of band-related stuff and also older (mostly) vessel's stuff without any names or faces revealed. Just older songs, if you're curious! Sleep Anon has a neat google drive archive too. Please check the tags and other links in their pinned post!

We also have another pillar of our community here, @thesleeptokenarchive, who shares older rituals' details, song release dates and many other important information and dates.

My dear friend @a-s-levynn created this beautiful archive with band pictures for people who want to find that very specific picture without having their faces spoiled. Behold, the Sleep Token Reference Archive (STRA). Perfect for artists, but not only!

Beautiful people @kaddyssammlung, @vulcanette and @chaosandchaos are posting cool band photos they find regularly. Others too, but these three are the most active! We're also lucky to have @hecetas here, posting their original photos of the band (and not only!)

Also, The Choir is not anonymous. The band itself shared their actual name, Espera, and the ladies are not faceless. It was their decision, band supported it, so you don't need to worry to keep them anonymous.

Last but not least! How not to be a twat in the sleep token fandom space on tumblr:

Do not tag any band-related stuff with their names or older projects' names.

Do not post photos of their faces and tag it as the band or band members.

If you want to sceam about the love you have for that one older Vessel's project, the not solo one, you can do it here: @wings-of-clay

If you are a curious being and face/names reveals don't mean much to you, you can always scream about their past projects with your closest friends in the DMs. Or ask literally anyone here if they want to talk about those things without revealing those things' names publicly. Most of us have their faces and names spoiled anyway. But trust me, you don't need to put any names for us to understand what you mean.

Not exactly a tumblr thing, but! One of the band members streams on twitch. It is an unspoken rule to NOT mention anything band-related in the chat. No "worship", no band name, other members' names, nothing. He wants to keep those things separate. You get blocked there or he stops streaming for everyone if you're too pushy.

And remember folks, digging too much into their personal lives guarantees a court case against you!

I'm not joking. There is a person who is going to face charges for being way too parasocial and stalker-y about them. Do not be like that person. This applies to all public figures, not only sleep token. But some people take anonymity as a challenge to dig even deeper for all their info.

Last, but not least! I have the names spoiled and i don't mind talking about old projects and stuff. So I'm here for you if you want to google something, but are afraid of a face reveal, or if you just wanna talk about the older stuff (tho i admit, i don't know much about previous bands/projects of all of them). However, I will not be engaging in anything related to their private lives or families and I will block you on spot if you mention anything like this to me.

[springgirlshowers]

Inked Doodles

Summary: Joost loves to draw on you, you love to surprise him.

WC: 1210

A/N: this was caused by this video lmao

Joost loved drawing, it became one of his favorite hobbies. It helped him calm down and relax whenever he was stressed.

He also had a tendency to use you as his canvas. Picking up a small habit of leaving little doodles on your skin.

If you were next to him and he had a pen or marker in his hand, you were at risk of a small doodle being left on your arm, hand, or even your legs sometimes.

The marks ranged from stars and smiley faces to full drawings. Dogs, cats, flowers music notes, a little figure of you or him. Anything he was thinking of at the moment.

It was cuter when he’d leave a small J right under the doodle, watermarking it as his.

Sitting on the couch, body opposite from his with your legs draped over his lap as you read a book. Joost pulled a sharpie out of thin air, you had no idea where he got it from.

You felt the cool drag of the marker along your lower leg. You peeked up from behind your book, seeing him focused as he drew a new figure, the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth.

“Joost, you’re gonna give me ink poisoning.” You joked, moving away your leg, accidentally having him draw a line on your leg.

“Aw man now it’s messed up.” He groaned, dramatically pouting.

“It’s fine I can just wash it off later.”

“I wish you wouldn’t wash them off.” He leaned his head back on the couch.

“You know I don’t usually, I love your doodles, but I don’t want a random stripe of sharpie left on my leg.” You giggled, then going back to your book.

Soon however, Joosts last thing he said rung in your mind.

I wish you wouldn’t wash them off.

So what if you didn’t? What if you couldn’t wash one off?

That’s when you began your plan, the next appropriate spot on your arm or leg Joost would draw on, whatever he doodled. You’d go to the tattoo parlor as soon as possible, not telling him about it.

The next time he drew on you was when he was writing down song lyrics for a song he hadn’t named yet, he had to go over to the studio in a few hours.

You laid against him your arms wrapped around his torso while he had one wrapped around your shoulder and the other wrote down lyrics in a spiral notebook.

Soon you watched him stop, removing the marker from the paper and moving it to your arm. Drawing a cartoonish but cute looking dog head with its tongue sticking out on your upper arm. Thankfully not in an awkward spot. The placement was perfect.

“Schweinhund.” You smiled and mumbled when you saw the doodle. He looked at you and you saw how his eyes lit up and the gears start turning in his head.

He crossed a line through the question marks he put as the title above the lyrics, writing schweinhund right next to it.

“There we go, that will be the song title! Thanks liefje.” He pressed a grateful kiss to the top of your head.

You were excited to see how amazed he would get at the sight of the dog being tattooed onto you. You knew he wouldn’t be opposed to it. He loves dogs and tattoos, his arms being littered with silly patchwork tattoos.

Once he left for the studio, you made sure he was nowhere near your shared apartment before you left to go to a local trusted tattoo parlor.

You explained your idea and plan to the tattoo artist and they thought it was adorable. They cleaned up and made the line work a bit more neater on the drawing. You kept the tattoo uncolored, just keeping the simple outline on your skin.

The process didn’t take long and once you saw the finished product in the mirror, you were grinning ear to ear. It looked perfect, just like how Joost drew it, just the way you wanted it to.

Nearly skipping down the street in eagerness as you went back to your apartment, hoping Joost would be home soon.

You were a bundle of nervous yet excited nerves as you waited for Joost to come back. You tried to occupy yourself and your mind.

You watched TV, scrolled on your phone, even washed some of the dishes, doing anything to pass the time.

It was 7PM and you were scrolling through instagram on the couch by the time Joost got home, immediately you sat up once you heard the lock on the door click.

The anticipation began again even though you were seconds away from seeing him.

He opened and walked through the door, eyes looking a bit tired and giving you a lazy smile once he saw you.

You waited anxiously on the couch for him to kick off his shoes and walk over.

Soon as he sunk down into the spot next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“Mmm, studio was so tiring today.” He mumbled tiredly. Placing his chin on your shoulder to look at your face, a confused small smile took over his face at your expression.

“What’s got you so excited looking?” He sat up, arms still around you.

“I got a tattoo.” You smiled and bit down on your bottom lip.

“Really? You never told me you were planning to get one in the past, let me see!” He said happily, straightening up.

You turned a bit, revealing the doodle he made that was now inked permanently into your skin and covered by clingwrap.

His jaw dropped slightly, your expression faltered and you became worried.

Oh no, he doesn’t like it?

He brought a hand up to hold your arm, careful to not apply to much pressure.

“You got my drawing from this morning tattooed?” He looked at you with starry eyes, you nodded.

“You actually got my silly doodle tattooed?” He asked again after darting his eyes between your face and the tattoo. You nodded at his question once again, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, you said you wished I would never wash off your doodles.” You laughed nervously, “So, do you like it?” You spoke softly, extremely nervous.

He quickly cupped his hands over the sides of your head, pulling you in to peck kisses all over your face. You scrunched your eyes shut as you giggled.

You had your answer now.

He stopped after placing one sweet passionate one on your lips. He moved his hands from the sides of your head to your cheeks.

“I love it! How could I not? Why didn’t you tell me about it?” He let out a breathy laugh.

“I wanted to surprise you.” You shrugged and looked away.

“Of course.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re unpredictable.” He chuckled and shook his head as he looked at your arm again.

“Thank you, liefje. You’re amazing.” He whispered before bringing you in for another sweet kiss, then pulling away to speak again.

“I think it’s time for me to get one for you now.”

[clarkeyhill]

Fit Checks | George Clarke

It was a chilly Saturday afternoon when I decided to post my latest fit check on Instagram. I had been experimenting more with my style lately, and today’s outfit felt like a winner: a cropped puffer jacket, wide-leg jeans, and platform boots that made me feel taller than I actually was. I paired it with some gold jewelry and topped it off with a casual caption: “Saturday vibes ✨.”

I didn’t think much of it when I posted the story. Sure, I usually got a few DMs or compliments from friends hyping me up, but this time, something unexpected happened.

As I scrolled through my notifications, I saw a reply from Georgeclarkeey.

George.

We followed each other on Instagram, but I’d never thought much about him. We went to the same high school a while back and had the occasional like-for-like interaction over the years. He was handsome, though, in that effortlessly cool way—dark curly hair, a strong jawline, and an easy smile in every picture. I had always kind of noticed him but never said anything.

His message was simple but flattering:

“Okayyyy, you absolutely killed this fit. Effortless.”

I smirked at my phone.

“Effortless? Took me like 45 minutes to pick this out,” I replied.

He responded almost immediately:

“Worth every second. You’re putting us all to shame over here.”

From there, the conversation just… flowed. George was funny, way funnier than I remembered. He joked about how he needed help picking his own outfits and said, “All I do is throw on a hoodie and call it a day.” I told him he should branch out, maybe try layering or accessorizing, and he replied with, “Alright, stylist. When’s my first session?”

“Book me for Thursday,” I joked. “First consultation is free.”

“Deal. But if I get too fly, it’s on you,” he teased back.

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Over the next few weeks, George became a regular in my DMs. At first, he kept sliding up on my stories, usually complimenting an outfit or reacting to a photo of my coffee runs or city views. But soon, our conversations got longer and deeper. We started talking about our days, sharing music recommendations, and swapping random memes late at night.

One night, he messaged me out of the blue:

“Okay, so when are you going to let me compliment you in person? This texting thing is cool and all, but I feel like we’d actually vibe in real life.”

My stomach flipped.

“Are you asking me out, George?”

“Depends. Are you saying yes?”

I smiled at my screen before typing, “I guess that depends on where you’re taking me.”

He suggested a cozy coffee shop downtown, and a few days later, we met up.

When I walked into the café, I spotted him instantly. He was sitting by the window, wearing a knitted jumper and converse that were clean enough to tell me he cared, but not so pristine that it felt like he was trying too hard.

“Wow,” he said as I walked over. “You really are as stylish as your IG makes you out to be.”

“And you’re taller than I expected,” I shot back, grinning.

The banter we’d had over texts translated perfectly in person. We talked for hours—about everything and nothing—and I realized how easy it was to be around him. He wasn’t just funny; he was thoughtful, attentive, and had this way of making me feel like I was the only person in the room.

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After that first coffee date, we started hanging out more. Sometimes we’d grab food, other times we’d just walk around the city, talking about life and laughing until our cheeks hurt. Every time we met, I noticed little things about him: the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, how he’d hold doors open without making a big deal out of it, and how he always seemed genuinely interested in whatever I had to say.

Eventually, our hangouts started to feel like something more. One night, as we sat on a park bench after grabbing ice cream, he turned to me and said:

“You know, this started with me hyping you up on Instagram, but I feel like it’s turned into so much more.”

I looked at him, heart racing. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that too.”

He hesitated for a second, then smiled. “So, can I officially call this a thing? Like, you and me?”

I couldn’t help but grin back. “I’d like that.”

From then on, we weren’t just the occasional DM or casual meetup—we were us. It all started with a fit check, but it turned into something I never saw coming: a connection that felt natural, real, and just right.

-

🫶🏻

[solar-sunnyside-up]

Welcome all! Reaping week is nearly here!

I realize that there are a lot more of yall then there was last year! So let's go over what Reaping Week is-

Where we have Solarpunk Aestheics Week to inspire us in the face of horrors, and Solarpunk Practial week lets us show off the cool ways we can fix it! And I am fully behind those weeks, but as a counter balance I host Reaping Week.

We cant ignore the other side of this, you cannot have that bright hope without the darkness.

Isnt it all so unfair? The horrors, the isolation, the suffering enforced by the current system? Don't you sometimes just wanna burn it down? Want to Revolt? Don't you sometimes wanna just scream? Don't you deserve space to feel the weight of the world your trying to fix without judgment?

That's what Reaping Week is for besties!

Come vent! Come cry and rant about everything we must take down as apart of this cruel system! Draw from media that inspires those more firey parts of yourself!

Also trick or treating

So gather round and celebrate in the dark with me!

OCT 27th - NOV 5th

Additional info below the cut

FAQ:

Why is Reaping week Oct 27th - Nov 5th?

That's because I'm a NERD and wanted to create a holiday for us Solarpunks that encompassed both Halloween and Guy Fawkes day!

Can I join in on the fun? And How?

Of course sweetie!! 💕 you can join by offering vent messages, by showing off projects, by reblogging or commenting, by sharing music or art, by showing off the movies/shows that inspire the fire within! Submit stuff via my mailbox or tag me or simply add to the tag yourself!

Why is it called Reaping Week?

I will go off about this bc I think it's clever! There a few things.

1) I'm a hunger games nerd and reaping children to fight each other in a highly specialized TV show for class warfare is WILD

2) in the spirit of the harvest season, Capitalists are simply reaping what they sewed with us ripping apart their system.

[xtra7s]

Regina George (2024) x fem reader smut story please

love your writing💖

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜���𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Synopsis: Regina decides to talk to the party's wallflower.

Content: Switch!Regina, Switch!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation, praise

Word Count: 2.4k+

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Regina George surveyed the pulsating scene with laser-sharp precision. Bodies gyrated beneath strobe lights, shouts competed with thumping bass, and the air clung heavy with teenage pheromones and regretful decisions waiting to happen. She, of course, was above it all – a queen bee observing her hive.

Her gaze scanned the crowd, searching for anything remotely interesting. Suddenly, she spotted her – Y/N, tucked away in a corner like a stray sunflower yearning for sunshine. Unlike the other girls, desperately vying for attention with their suggestive dance moves and clingy outfits, Y/N exuded an effortless cool.

Clad in a rumpled t-shirt and jeans, she sipped from a solo cup of water, an ironic halo of untouched purity amidst the spilled vodka and cheap beer. The way she held her head, the faint amusement curving her lips – it was like watching a lone wolf observing a pack of clumsy hyenas.

Intrigued, Regina glided towards her. As she got closer, she detected a hint of jasmine oil and the faint trace of worn paperback pages clinging to Y/N's aura – an intellectual oasis in a sea of predictable clichés.

Regina, the apex predator, couldn't resist the challenge. "Care to join the living, wallflower?" she drawled, the words laced with honeyed venom.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the Regina George's presence. "Not particularly," she replied, her voice calm yet somehow holding the power to quiet the room. "It seems the living are doing a splendid job entertaining themselves."

Regina smirked, appreciating the subtle dig. Most girls crumpled under her gaze, but Y/N held her ground, her sharp wit mirroring her own. This was unexpected, a challenge.

"Suit yourself," Regina said, leaning against the wall beside her. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy watching the spectacle."

Y/N shrugged, her lips curving into a slight smile. "There's a certain humor in it, observing the desperate search for validation."

Regina laughed, a genuine sound that surprised even her. "You're not wrong. So, what are you validating tonight?"

Y/N took a sip of her water, gazing at the swirling lights. "Myself. By not participating in this charade."

Regina found herself drawn in, captivated by Y/N's quiet confidence. It was a stark contrast to the usual sycophants who surrounded her. "Charades are tiring," she admitted, a touch of vulnerability slipping into her voice.

Y/N turned to her, her eyes meeting Regina's with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "They are," she agreed. "But sometimes, they're all we have."

The unspoken connection hung heavy in the air, charged with a strange electricity. At that moment, the queen bee and the wallflower found themselves on the same wavelength, two islands of solitude amidst the teenage storm.

A slow song drifted through the din, and Regina, on a whim, extended her hand. "Dance with me, wallflower," she offered, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N hesitated, then placed her hand in Regina's. Their fingers intertwined, warm and surprisingly comforting. As they moved to the music, a slow, tentative sway, the party faded away. It was just them, two souls yearning for something outside the charade, finding solace in a shared moment of understanding.

"Hey, Y/N, want to take a break from all this craziness? I know a spot where we can have some peace and quiet," Regina suggests, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Intrigued, Y/N nods, and Regina leads them through the pulsating crowd, expertly navigating the chaotic party scene. They reach a more secluded part of the house, away from the booming music and laughter. Regina opens the door to a private room, inviting Y/N inside.

The room is dimly lit, with a few candles casting a soft glow. Regina closes the door behind them, muffling the sounds of the party. The sudden change in atmosphere is palpable, and Y/N can't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

Regina smirks playfully, "Well, we've got our own little oasis now. No prying eyes, no judgment. Just us and a room to escape the madness. What do you say, Y/N?"

In the dimly lit room, Regina George's demeanor takes a flirtatious turn as she playfully approaches Y/N. The air becomes charged with a mix of tension and anticipation as Regina, with a mischievous smile, begins to make advances while maintaining her signature mean-girl edge.

"So, Y/N, did you come to the party hoping to be the wallflower, or were you just too scared to stand out?" Regina teases, her words laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Y/N, caught off guard by Regina's sudden change in tone, stammers a response, "I just don't care about that stuff."

Regina circles Y/N, a confident and assertive aura surrounding her. "Well, you're in luck because tonight, I've decided to make you my project," she declares, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

As the advances become more direct, Regina continues to walk the fine line between flirtation and mockery. She compliments Y/N's appearance while making snide comments, creating a confusing mix of emotions for Y/N. Regina's unpredictable behavior keeps Y/N on edge, unsure of whether to embrace the attention or be wary of Regina's underlying intentions.

In this shared space, Regina uses her mean girl tactics to both attract and challenge Y/N, creating a complex dynamic between them. As the night unfolds, Y/N is left navigating Regina's dual approach, trying to decipher whether there's genuine interest or if it's just another one of Regina's games. The shared space becomes a battleground of emotions, leaving Y/N torn between responding to Regina's advances and maintaining a sense of self-respect.

In the dimly lit room, Regina George leans over Y/N, her eyes fixed with an intense gaze as she grins mischievously. Y/N can feel the energy in the room shift, a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.

Regina's teasing tone continues, "Well, well, look who's blushing." Her words are accompanied by a playful smirk as she revels in making fun of Y/N's nervousness.

As Regina continues her taunting, she leans in closer, and with a sudden move, she places a few teasing kisses on Y/N's neck and jaw. Y/N's breath catches, a combination of surprise and the unexpected touch sending a shiver down their spine.

Regina pulls back slightly, still grinning, her tone a blend of mockery and allure, "You're easy to read, Y/N. Can't handle a little attention, huh?"

Y/N, caught off guard by Regina's bold move, struggles to find the right words. The room is filled with a charged atmosphere as Regina maintains her confident stance, reveling in the control she seems to have over the situation.

The shared space becomes a battleground of emotions, with Y/N torn between the embarrassment of Regina's teasing and the unexpected thrill of the flirtatious encounter. Regina, enjoying the game she's playing, continues to blur the lines between mean-spirited taunts and alluring gestures, leaving Y/N unsure of how to navigate this unexpected and complex dynamic.

The room's atmosphere intensifies as Regina George boldly places her hands on Y/N's thighs. Y/N can feel Regina's touch, sending a rush of mixed emotions through them. Regina, with a confident smirk, leans in and kisses Y/N deeply, the moment becoming charged with a blend of desire and defiance.

As Regina pulls back, she locks eyes with Y/N, a hint of challenge in her gaze. "I'm not hearing a no," Regina murmured, her words hanging in the air.

Y/N, still processing the unexpected turn of events, takes a moment to gather their thoughts. Regina's touch and the passionate kiss leave them conflicted, caught between the allure of the moment and a sense of uncertainty.

Regina grinned, hiking Y/N's jeans down her thighs, as Regina's fingers brushed against Y/N's sensitive spot through her panties, sending electric shockwaves of desire coursing through her. Y/N moaned softly, her hips moving subtly against Regina's touch.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" Regina purred, her breath hot against Y/N's ear.

"no," Y/N whimpered, their voice barely audible. "I want to be though"

With renewed confidence, Regina slipped her hand underneath Y/N's panties, pulling them down. "Spread your legs wide for me," she ordered, her voice husky with desire.

Y/N complied, spreading her legs wide apart, exposing her moistening folds to Regina's hungry gaze. Her heart raced faster as she awaited what would come next.

Regina's lips brushed against Y/N's neck, trailing kisses downwards toward her cleavage. She paused briefly, savoring the taste of their sweat and arousal. Then she leaned down, leaving kisses and bite marks on Y/N's thighs. She teased her breath against Y/N's heat, her tongue darting out to lick voraciously at Y/N's wet folds.

Y/N let out a sharp gasp, her hands reaching out reflexively to grip Regina's blonde hair. Regina continued to devour Y/N's pussy, sucking and slurping greedily, her skilled tongue probing deeply into every crevice. She alternated between rapid flicks and slower, teasing strokes, driving Y/N wild with desire.

Her hand snaked down to fondle and squeeze Y/N's ass, applying pressure wherever she felt most sensitive. Meanwhile, Y/N's moans grew increasingly louder, their body trembling with need.

"More," Y/N begged, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "I need more."

Regina chuckled darkly, her breath hot against Y/N's sensitive folds. "You'll get plenty of more," she promised, her words nearly growls of desire.

She increased the pace of her oral assault on Y/N's pussy, her tongue flicking faster and harder, seeking out hidden spots she knew would drive them mad with pleasure.

As Y/N's orgasm neared, Regina's actions became more frantic, her tongue working overtime to pleasure Y/N. "Cum for me, doll." she groaned, her voice rough with need.

Y/N screamed, her body tensing up in anticipation. Her muscles contracted tightly around Regina's mouth, her juices coating her face and mouth. Regina swallowed every drop, her eyes filled with satisfaction as she watched Y/N's orgasm wash over them.

"your pussy is so pretty," she praised, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Without giving Y/N time to catch their breath, Regina slipped two fingers into Y/N's wet opening, stretching her open further. "You're gonna cum so many times tonight slut," she murmured, her tone commanding yet laced with desire.

Y/N moaned, unable to resist the invasion. Her body adjusted quickly to the intrusion, accommodating Regina's fingers effortlessly. She arched her back, inviting more.

Regina obliged, thrusting her digits in and out of Y/N's tight channel, her thumb rubbing circles around her sensitive spot. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Y/N's body, causing her entire frame to shake with ecstasy.

Despite being spent, Y/N couldn't help but beg for more. "More, please. I need more."

Regina chuckled darkly, her breath hot against Y/N's ear. "You're such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" She picked up the pace, her fingers moving faster and deeper. "I'm going to make you scream my name, Y/N."

Y/N's walls tightened around her fingers, signaling another orgasm building within her. "Regina! Oh fuck, Regina!" She cried out, her voice cracking with need.

With one final thrust, Regina's fingers found Y/N's G-spot, hitting it perfectly. A loud, primal cry escaped Y/N's lips as she came again, their body convulsing violently. Wave after wave of bliss washed over her, leaving them feeling completely spent yet still wanting more.

Panting heavily, Regina finally withdrew her fingers, allowing Y/N some much-needed respite. She sat back on her heels, admiring her work. "Tell me you want me to tie you down and keep going," she teased, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Y/N laughed weakly, their breath still uneven. "Don't think I wouldn't," they managed to croak out between ragged breaths.

Regina leaned back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. She smiled down at Y/N, a mixture of pride and desire shining brightly in her eyes. "Well, then maybe later," she teased, her voice still husky with desire.

Y/N, feeling emboldened by their recent encounter, decided to take matters into their own hands—literally. Reaching out, she trailed their fingers down Regina's toned stomach, stopping just above her exposed pussy. Regina's breath hitched in anticipation, her eyes widening in surprise. "Y/N…" she whispered, daring Y/N to continue.

Slowly, confidently, Y/N slipped their index finger between her own lips, savoring the taste of her own juices mixed with Regina's scent. With a smirk, they slid it downwards, tracing a path along Regina's abdomen before pausing just above her clitoris. "Is this okay?" they asked playfully, their voice still slightly slurred from their previous orgasm.

Regina swallowed hard, her heart racing faster than before. Her breasts rose and fell quickly, nipples hardening further in anticipation. "Yes, please Y/N," she managed to choke out, her eyes locked on Y/N's movements.

Y/N's finger circled around Regina's clit, teasingly brushing against her sensitive bud. Regina squirmed slightly, her hips moving unconsciously towards the contact. "More," she moaned softly, her voice laden with desire.

Y/N obliged, increasing the pressure and speed of their caresses. Her finger dipped inside Regina's wetness, exploring her depths slowly. Regina's moans turned into gasps of pleasure, her body arching upward in response.

As Y/N continued to torment her, Regina's breathing became heavier, and her chest heaved rapidly. "Faster," she begged, her voice raspy with need. Y/N complied, picking up the pace, her fingers moving in and out of Regina's tight passage faster than before. Regina's body trembled with each thrust, her juices coating Y/N's hand.

Suddenly, Regina's world exploded, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed violently, and she cried out Y/N's name, her nails digging lightly into the bedsheets. Her pussy clamped down tightly around Y/N's finger, milking every last drop of pleasure from their ministrations.

Panting heavily, Regina finally regained some composure. "God, Y/N," she panted, her cheeks flushed crimson with shame and desire. "That was… incredible."

Her eyes were half-closed, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and wonder. "For never being with a girl, you damn sure know how to make one cum."

Y/N smirked, pleased with their performance. "glad you enjoyed it," she admitted, her voice still husky with pleasure. "Let's clean up a bit, yeah?"

After the charged moment in the private room, Regina and Y/N decide to rejoin the party, the energy between them lingering as they step back into the lively atmosphere. The pulsating music, laughter, and colorful lights greet them as they seamlessly blend back into the crowd.

Regina, surprisingly, has a softer and more genuine demeanor as they dance together, leaving behind the mean girl facade. The tension from the private room transforms into a shared connection, and Regina's playfulness takes on a more sincere tone.

[starlightandfairies]

Sleepy ~Joel Miller~

Description: Reader returns from work at the farm and curls up with Joel in bed

Warnings: she/her pronouns, swearing,

(View whichever Joel you want, show or game. I don't have any in mind. Regardless of what the gif is)

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,007

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First person's POV

Out of all possible responsibilities in the Jackson community, farm duty was possibly one of the better ones, I hated going beyond the gates. I have no fucking idea how I survived for the first twenty years this shit-show has been going on for. So, now that I have a safe place, I don't want to ever leave it. Working on the farm, while yucky at times, was super nice, I got to play with the lambs, collect eggs from the chickens and milk the cows. Honestly, got no clue how we even got these animals but you know, food is food and survive, survive, survive. 

I made my way to the house Joel and I shared. It was around 8pm, I had gotten all the animals into the barn and locked it up to prevent any incidents like last spring. Joel spent the day around the community, today, normally he goes out for runs out of the community to deal with the infected but he wasn't called in for anything like that today, he got to chill at home or try and do something productive because the poor man doesn't know how to not do anything. 

Joel always has to be doing something, can't just lie around or chill. Always working about, especially during the days. Nights were normally easier, he would play his guitar and he would read too. It was how I found him in bed tonight, after kicking off my boots by the front door and tossed my jacket on the couch and began making my way to the bedroom. 

Joel placed his book down across his chest, welcoming me with a warm smile, I groaned as I crawled onto the bed, moving under the blankets and nuzzled into Joel's side. I kissed his cheek, smiling as he snaked one arm around me to pull me closer into his side. 

"How was your day?" Joel murmured, resting a kiss on my forehead, his thumb stroking up and down my arm. 

"I helped one of the sheep give birth. It was gross but you know, kinda cool." He let out a warm chuckle, it was comforting and music to my ears. It always was. 

"You've killed so many infected and that grosses you out?" I shoved him lightly, grinning at the deep chuckle that left his lips. It rumbled in his chest and gave me tingles due to having my cheek pressed against his chest. 

"They creep me out too! How could they not? Besides, I ain't ever watched farm animals give birth before, not even before the outbreak in any kind of movie. Besides, those stalkers, always giving me a fucking heart-attack. I have every reason to be grossed out by both." Joel smirked at my remark, rubbing my arm again and rested another kiss on my forehead. 

"Yeah, I don't like them either. Don't know they're there until I'm caught in a damn grapple." Joel murmured, moving his arm as I rolled away, I pushed myself out of bed and grabbed what's close enough to a pair of pyjamas and crept into the bathroom, I did what I had to do and then made my way back out to bed to find Joel reading again. I hopped back into bed, placing my head on his shoulder to read the pages with him, once again he wrapped an arm back around me, trapping me within his hold, stuck between him and the book. Joel adjusted his hold on the book so I could read the words better. 

"What's this one about?" I whispered, quickly skimming over the pages he had opened, trying to see if I could guess what it was. Sometimes, before I decided to settle into the community and never leave the walls again, whenever, I went on a run, I'd always try and find intact books. It always made me happy whenever Joel, picked one up that I specifically chose for him. 

"The Shining by-" 

"Oh, by Stephen King? Hmm, I remember that Simpsons episode where they take off it. When the... I think it was Willie and he goes 'The Shinning!' Gosh, I miss tv." That was one of my favourite Halloween episodes that show did. Joel returned his attention to the book, at first I could read the pages fine, but with the silence and Joel's gentle touch along my arm, the words started becoming like hieroglyphics and my head started hurting from trying to understand what the fuck was going on. Nothing was translating and I knew I should close my eyes at this point but I wanted to stay in Joel's company awake. 

Joel's POV

I had been reading for a good twenty minutes, lingering on each page for a little while so y/n could catch up if she fell behind. However, she became very still, her breathing slow and steady. I finished the page, using the bookmark y/n made for me after one too many times of being berated (teasingly) for doggy-earing the pages and demanding that I use a bookmark for the foreseeable future. 

I placed the book on the bedside table, slowly removing my arm from underneath her, before rolling out of bed and ensuring she was lying comfortably, I froze as she nuzzled into her pillow the action and her quiet murmurs startling me into thinking she was waking up. Y/n really deserved to be sleeping more than she was, lately it had been nothing but work, sleep and getting up early. I just wanted her to rest up and not be pushing herself as badly as I normally did to myself. 

"Night, darlin' sleep well." I whispered and rested a kiss on her forehead. I wasn't tired myself just yet, so I turned out the light and made my way downstairs to sit on the porch with my guitar and enjoy the brisk air and the silence of the community. 

[anobsessedchocolatechip]

Okay Christine Daae is THE MOST UNJUSTIFIABLY OVERHATED CHARACTER IN MUSICAL HISTORY. THERE I SAID IT.

This VERY YOUNG WOMAN somewhere from 15-22 lost her father, the only person she ever had, at a young age and found her way of expressing grief through music. a MUCH OLDER MAN (we are not going to deny this fact please) saw her and decided to take advantage of that grief in order for her to fall in love with him (I know he had his reasons but it STILL HAPPENED) and after she found out how the man manipulated her she still understood why he did it, even after he KILLED PEOPLE she saw that he just wanted her love, and even after he threatened to KILL HER AND HER FIANCÉE for EXISTING (“now let it be war upon you both”) she was VERY smart and knew how to break the murderous trance that Erik was in, by showing him the one thing she knew he needed, compassion. She has the unique ability to see good in people when it’s not visible to anyone else, even after it seems like they’re past the point of ever being good again. That’s some LUKE SKYWALKER SHIT. She is literally a HEROINE who does not let anyone’s shit get to her, not raouls dumbass plan, not Erik’s anger. She wants to SING HER SONGS and she WILL, DAMN IT. Yes she’s naive sometimes but what did you want?? Her to be perfect?? Then you’d just call her a Mary Sue. Also she was a GRIEF STRICKEN YOUNG GIRL WITH FAITH IN THE WORLD OF COURSE SHE’D BELIEVE A NICE VOICE TEACHING HER TO SING AND BELIEVE IN HERSELF.

Christine Daae is a SMART, BRAVE, EMPATHETIC, ABSOLUTELY AMAZING CHARACTER AND IF I SEE ONE MORE PERSON BLAMING HER FOR *ANYTHING* THAT HAPPENED TO HER I AM GOING TO EXPLODE.

(Disclaimer: this is not an anti erik or anti raoul post, this is a PRO CHRISTINE DAAE POST) (GOD I LOVE HER)

Edit: Jesus some of you guys saw “this is not an anti Erik post” and said this sign can’t stop me because I can’t read 😇😍

Also if you hate Christine and feel the need to make that clear in the comments it will be deleted because this is a Christine positive blog and I will not allow mean people in my little corner of the internet where I share my little opinion with some cool little people who agree with it ❤️ shout out to all the people out there who disagree but didn’t feel the need to curse me out in the comments, I see you and appreciate you 😌

[hisfavegirl]

Beneath the Veil of Sin.

Pairing : Modern!Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary : This is a story of a love too powerful to ignore, yet too dangerous to embrace, where desire thrives in the dark, and the cost of passion may be more than either of them can bear.

The city lights were a blur as the car hummed steadily down the highway, the night air cool as it filtered through the slightly cracked window. You were on your way back from Daemon’s office party, a glamorous affair filled with work colleagues and polite conversation. You had always found such events to be a mix of excitement and discomfort, but with Daemon by your side, it had been far easier to navigate the endless smiles and small talk.

Daemon was different tonight, though. Even more handsome than usual, dressed in his perfectly tailored suit, his silver hair slightly tousled from the day’s events. He always had this air of confidence about him, but tonight, there was something more—a kind of quiet grace that made your heart beat just a little faster. The way his jawline was sharp, the way his eyes always seemed to hold a certain depth, even in the dim glow of the car’s interior—it was hard not to look at him.

As you stole another glance, you caught Daemon’s eyes flickering to you in the rearview mirror. There was a brief pause before a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he chuckled softly.

“Is there something on my face?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement, but the kind of softness that made it clear he knew exactly why you was looking at him.

You blushed, a little caught off guard, but managed to stutter out, “No, it’s just… you look really good tonight.”

Daemon’s smile widened, but his gaze quickly returned to the road. “Always the charmer,” he teased lightly, his voice rich with affection.

The hum of the engine and the soft rush of wind through the window filled the quiet moments that followed. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, though. It was a kind of quiet that you had come to appreciate—a silence shared between two people who didn’t need words to understand each other.

You watched as his hand rested casually on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping lightly in time with the beat of the music playing softly from the car speakers. The steady rhythm made everything feel calm, grounding me in this moment with him. The road stretched out ahead of us, endless and wide, but in the moment, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

After a few moments, Daemon let out a soft laugh again, almost to himself, before speaking up. “You know, you make me nervous when you look at me like that.”

You frowned slightly. “Why?”

He glanced at you again, his eyes warm. “Because I know you see right through me. And sometimes, that’s a little… too much.”

you tilted your head, trying to read his expression. “I don’t see anything I don’t like,” you said, your voice sincere.

Daemon’s eyes softened, and he gave a quiet chuckle, the sound almost like a secret. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” he mused, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You leaned back against the seat, the warmth of his words settling comfortably in the space between us. You didn’t need anything more, not right now. Just this—being here with him, sharing the quiet of the drive, was enough.

The road ahead seemed to stretch forever, but for once, You wasn’t thinking about where we were going. you was thinking about right now.

The car rolled steadily down the highway, the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic sound of the tires against the road were the only things breaking the silence. Daemon had his hand on the wheel, his fingers lightly tapping to the beat of the song playing softly in the background. The quiet comfort of the ride should have been enough, but there was a subtle shift in the air-an unspoken tension that had started to grow between us.

You didn't expect it. One moment, everything was calm, and the next, his hand—warm and firm-was gently brushing against your thigh. You froze for a moment, your breath catching in my throat.

His touch was so casual, so light, yet it sent a ripple of heat straight through you. You could feel the weight of his hand resting there, his fingers barely grazing the skin of your inner thigh.

You looked over him, catching his gaze for just a brief second, and he seemed completely at ease, his expression not betraying any hint of the small, quiet power that his touch had over you. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, and finally managed to say, your voice barely more than a whisper, "Daemon... you should focus on the road."

He glanced at you, his lips curling into a small, playful smile, his eyes flickering with amusement. "I am focusing," he teased, his voice low and smooth, like a whisper just for you. But his hand didn't move. Instead, it lingered, his fingers slowly making small, deliberate circles against your thigh.

You couldn't help but glance down, feeling the heat of his touch spreading through your body, making everything else seem distant and irrelevant. The weight of the moment was heavy-too heavy. You should have told him to stop, You should have pulled away, but something inside you stayed still, rooted in place by the connection between two of you.

Daemon's gaze flickered back to the road, but there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, and the smile tugging at his lips only deepened. "You're not making this easy, you know," he said, his voice teasing but layered with something darker, something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

You shifted in your seat, your body betraying you as you tried to pull away, but his hand didn't budge. It stayed there, light but persistent, a quiet reminder of how much of a hold he had on you.

"You should really pay attention," You muttered, your voice almost breathless now, your heart hammering in your chest.

Daemon chuckled softly, a sound that made the air between you crackle with something that felt dangerously close to something more. "I'm paying attention to you, princess," he said, his fingers tightening ever so slightly, as if to make sure you felt the weight of his touch.

The warmth from his hand, the subtle pressure, made your pulse race even faster. You felt trapped between wanting to pull away and wanting to stay exactly where you were. The air in the car felt thick, heavy with the unspoken, and you realized that this-this moment, with Daemon's touch lingering so close-was pushing you into dangerous territory.

"Daemon..." you whispered, your voice shaking, but before you could say anything more, his thumb brushed a little too close to where you could feel the fire building inside of you.

He didn't say anything more. His gaze was locked on the road, but you could feel the shift in him, the same tension that you felt in the pit of my stomach. For a moment, the world outside the car felt irrelevant. All that mattered was the two of us in this small space, tangled up in something neither of you knew how to untangle.

You bit my lip, your mind racing, and you realized that no matter how hard you tried to fight it, Daemon was never going to let you forget just how much control he had over you.

His hand, still resting on your thigh, seemed to burn through the fabric of your dress, and your breath caught in your throat. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, a touch so light yet so possessive that it left me both frozen and restless, trapped in the tension he had created.

Finally, his voice broke through the quiet, low and full of something dark and simmering. "I've been holding back since the party," he murmured, his voice rough as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. "Seeing you in that dress, the way everyone looked at you... it's been driving me crazy."

You couldn't breathe. The weight of his words settled into the pit of your stomach, making everything inside you stir with a dangerous desire you hadn't expected. His hand remained steady on your thigh, each stroke sending jolts of heat through your body.

The thought of everyone at the party-his colleagues, the way they looked at you, the way they wanted you— made you feel both exposed and wanted in a way that was completely intoxicating. But it was Daemon's reaction, the way his jealousy flickered beneath th urface, that made you pulse race even faster.

Daemon's grip tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing a little higher on your inner thigh, and you shivered. "Seeing their eyes on you," he continued, his voice darker now, "like they couldn't wait to get their hands on you. It made me see red."

You bit my lip, trying to ignore the overwhelming sensation of his touch, but your body betrayed you, leaning ever so slightly into his warmth. You knew he was still looking at you, his gaze intense, but your own eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, unwilling to meet his. The emotions swirling between you-desire, possessiveness, and something much deeper-felt too much to handle.

"Daemon," You whispered, your voice barely audible, torn between wanting to pull away and the undeniable pull toward him. "You shouldn't be doing this."

He chuckled, low and deep, his fingers curling against my skin. "But I want to," he said, his voice thick with desire. "And I think you do, too."

You wanted to protest. You should have protested. But in the face of his touch, of the heat radiating from him, You found your words stuck in your throat. The world outside the car seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, caught in this dangerous, forbidden moment. The tension was suffocating, and yet, You couldn't bring yourself to pull away.

Daemon's gaze never left you, his smoldering eyes flickering with something dark and intense. "You don't know how hard it's been to control myself," he murmured, his voice low, almost like a growl. "I've wanted to kiss you all night. I've wanted to take you and show you how much I need you."

The raw honesty in his words was enough to make your breath hitch, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He was dangerous, his words and touch dangerous, but there was something thrilling in that danger, something you couldn't ignore.

His hand moved again, this time higher, pressing against your heated core. "And seeing the way they looked at you," he added, his tone harsh now, "it made me want to claim you in front of everyone."

You moaned as you felt his hand start to stroke your core, his movements slow and sure. making small circles, which sent heat throughout your body. you leaned back in the car seat and spread your legs, the daemon who saw it just laughed softly. "look, my beautiful girlfriend turned into a whore because of my touch?"

Then you could feel him remove the g string you were wearing and insert two fingers, you arched your body because of it. his thumbs started to stroke your clit sending shivers through your body "Daemon.."

Daemon glanced at you before he finally moved his two fingers, curling them to touch your spot. He could feel your walls squeezing his fingers, and made him imagine how your walls would wrap around his hardening cock. He growled at the thought. "fuck, you look so hot you know that?"

His fingers continued to curl in and out of you, making the knot in your stomach tighten. You tried to hold back your moans, but to no avail. He added another finger and his thumb continued to stroke your clit as it began to swell. you opened your eyes, looking at him with a lustful gaze. your body arched again when his finger touched your spot, daemon just chuckled darkly he knew the power he held over you.

Your body begins to tremble as waves of pleasure wash over you. Slowly he pulled his finger that was wet with your fluids, then he sucked his finger. Feeling you on his tongue, he let out a hum of approval. "You taste so sweet my love" Your breath quickens, you lean back weakly, gathering your strength after the pleasure that he gave you.

Your eyes darted toward him, catching the way his jaw tightened, the way his grip on the steering wheel grew firmer. He looked calm on the surface, but you knew better. The restraint was costing him, and something about that knowledge sent a thrill through you.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you lifted your hand and placed it on his thigh.

His reaction was instant. You felt his muscles tense beneath your palm, the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric of his suit pants. He inhaled sharply, his grip on the wheel tightening as his knuckles whitened. His gaze didn't leave the road, but the change in his demeanor was unmistakable.

"Careful," he said, his voice low and strained. It was a warning, but there was no real threat in it —only a challenge, one that made your pulse quicken.

You let your hand rest there for a moment, testing the waters. His thigh was firm under your touch, and the heat of his body seemed to seep into your skin. You shifted your fingers slightly, just enough to remind him of your presence, and his reaction didn't disappoint.

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek, and you swore you heard him curse under his breath.

"Is something wrong?" you asked, your voice innocent but laced with a hint of mischief.

His laugh was low and humorless, tinged with disbelief. "You know exactly what you're doing."

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "Do !?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he were fighting a smirk. He glanced at you briefly, his eyes dark and full of something dangerous. "If you're trying to test my patience, love, you're doing a damn good job."

You smiled, letting your fingers move ever so slightly, tracing a small, teasing pattern on his thigh. "You seemed tense," you said softly, your tone laced with mock concern. "I thought I'd help."

His laugh this time was low and guttural, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "You're playing with fire."

"Maybe," you said, your voice steady despite the way your heart raced. "But I don't think you'll stop me."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension between you crackled like a live wire, and you could feel the weight of his desire pressing down on you, almost suffocating in its intensity.

Finally, Daemon exhaled sharply, a sound that was part frustration, part surrender. "You're going to drive me mad," he muttered, his voice rough and unsteady.

"Maybe," you repeated, a small smile playing on your lips.

Your hand rested lightly on his thigh, the heat of his body radiating through the fabric of his suit. You could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

Daemon's gaze remained fixed on the road, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white against the dark leather.

You let your fingers move slowly, tracing light, teasing circles on his thigh. His reaction was immediate-a sharp intake of breath, his jaw clenching as if he were trying to maintain control.

"Careful," he warned, his voice low and strained, but the edge in his tone only encouraged you.

Feigning innocence, you tilted your head and let your fingers trail a little higher. "What is it?" you asked softly, your voice laced with a playful curiosity.

His grip on the wheel tightened further, and his gaze flicked toward you for the briefest of moments, dark and smoldering. "Don't push me," he said, his voice a warning, though it lacked conviction.

You smiled, emboldened by the way his body betrayed him, the way his breathing had grown heavier. Your fingers continued their slow ascent, the teasing touch deliberate, testing.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" you asked, your voice soft but teasing.

Daemon let out a low, guttural laugh, his head shaking slightly. "You're playing a dangerous game," he said, his voice rough.

"Am I?" you countered, your hand moving higher still, brushing against the fabric of his suit in a way that made him shift in his seat.

His reaction sent a thrill through you. His breathing was heavier now, his composure slipping, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. But just as your hand ventured too far, his own hand shot down, gripping your wrist firmly, stopping you in your tracks.

"Enough," he said, his voice sharp, commanding. His eyes darted to you, dark and filled with warning. "Don't push me unless you're ready to handle what comes next."

You leaned your body closer to him, your lips very close to his ear "maybe I can handle what will happen after this" then you bit the tip of his ear which made him moan softly.

Your hands began to unbuckle his belt, his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Your hands then stroked his hardened cock, and you pulled it out of his pants. seeing his erect and red cock made your mouth water. Without thinking you brought your mouth to suck on the tip causing Daemon to moan.

"fuck love, you are something else" he growled as he pushed your head down, forcing you to take his cock into your mouth. The tip of his cock touched the tip of your throat causing you to gag. You start sucking his cock, you bop your head in a slow and steady rhythm. His hands don't stay still he helps you by guide your head.

"fuck, your mouth fits so perfectly on my cock" he growled as he pushed your head to force his cock all the way down your throat. tears were already gathering in your eyes, due to choking on his cock.

His gaze remained on the road, but every now and then he glanced at you. His beautiful girlfriend was sucking his cock in the car. You could feel his cock starting to twitch in your mouth, he growled softly before finally cumming in your mouth. you suck his cock one last time before lifting your head and swallowing all of his cum. He laughed softly and shook his head, you sat back in your chair and smiled at him. "you really are something else my love"

The car slowed to a stop, the tires humming gently as Daemon pulled into a quiet, deserted area. The streetlights were few and far between, casting long shadows over the road. The silence in the car felt suffocating now, even more so than before.

Your heart raced as Daemon put the car in park. His hand remained on the wheel for a moment longer, his fingers curled tightly around it. You could feel the intensity building between you, an electric charge in the air that made it hard to breathe.

He turned to you then, his gaze dark and unyielding, like a storm waiting to break. There was no trace of the calm, collected Daemon you knew—his eyes were filled with something raw, something dangerous. The tension between you thickened, and you felt an unfamiliar pull, a magnetic force drawing you closer to him despite your mind screaming at you to stop.

Daemon didn’t speak at first. He just watched you, his stare heavy and possessive. The way he looked at you, as though he were seeing right through you, made your pulse race even faster.

“You’ve been testing me all night,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hunger you couldn’t ignore. The words were barely a whisper, but they felt like a command. “And now I think it’s time for you to learn what happens when you do.”

His voice, thick with desire, sent a shiver down your spine. The air around you seemed to get thicker, charged with the unspoken need between you. Daemon’s eyes never left yours, dark and intense, as though he was trying to read every thought in your mind.

You wanted to speak, to protest, but no words came. The weight of his gaze made your chest tighten, and before you could stop yourself, your breath hitched. You were no longer sure whether you wanted to stop or if you were ready to give in.

Daemon leaned in, closing the distance between you, his face just inches from yours. His breath was warm against your skin, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered, “Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”

Every muscle in your body tensed, but you couldn’t pull away. His words, that commanding, dark tone, ignited something deep inside you, something you’d tried so hard to push down.

Daemon’s fingers brushed your chin, lifting your face so that your eyes met his once more. “You’ve had your fun,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “but now it’s my turn.”

The moment his lips brushed yours, everything else ceased to exist. Time slowed, the world outside the car fading into nothing as Daemon's kiss deepened, slow but firm, as if he were claiming you, marking you in ways words couldn't capture. His lips were warm, commanding, and unmistakably sure, and the way he kissed you made your heart race with a mixture of anticipation and something far more dangerous.

At first, the kiss was gentle, a teasing exploration, as if he was testing your reaction.

But as his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, the kiss turned more urgent, more possessive. He wasn't asking for permission anymore. He was taking, and you found yourself unable to pull away.

Your breath hitched as his other hand slid to your waist, pulling you into his chest. The heat between you was consuming, and you felt a wave of desire surge through you, igniting every nerve in your body. His lips moved with a rhythm that felt as if he had been waiting for this moment, and you couldn't help but respond in kind, lips parting slightly as a soft, breathless sound escaped you.

Daemon's mouth was insistent, demanding, and each press of his lips sent a shockwave of heat flooding through you. His kiss wasn't just about passion-it was about claiming you, taking ownership of the space between you, and you could feel it, deep in your bones.

You could feel the tension in his body, his restraint slipping as his hand slid lower, fingertips grazing your side. He made no attempt to pull back, and neither did you. Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit, pulling him closer, as if you couldn't get enough of him.

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. You both just breathed in unison, hearts racing, the air between you thick with unspoken words. Daemon's eyes were dark, his pupils dilated, and the look in them was more than a promise-it was a claim.

Before you could fully process what was happening, you found yourself straddling his lap, Daemon's hands guiding you there with a possessiveness that made your heart race. His lips were on yours again, this time with a hunger that matched the intensity in your veins. Every kiss was a mixture of passion and control, his mouth pressing against yours with a force that was almost overwhelming, but you didn't want him to stop.

Your hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. His breath was ragged against your lips, his chest rising and falling beneath you, and you felt the steady, insistent pulse of desire in every movement.

Daemon's hands slid to your back, pulling you even closer, his body hard and unyielding against yours. The feeling of him-so close, so present-was intoxicating, and for a moment, all your thoughts and doubts vanished. There was only him. Only this moment. Only the way his lips moved against yours with a rhythm you instinctively followed.

His fingers tightened in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. The sensation of his mouth, claiming, taking, was enough to make your heart pound louder, the world around you growing smaller with every touch, every caress.

You moaned softly, and the sound seemed to fuel him. His hands slid down your body, tracing the curves of your waist before they settled on your hips, urging you closer to him. Every touch sent shivers through you, your senses completely consumed by him.

As your hands worked through his hair, tugging him closer, Daemon growled softly in approval, his lips trailing down to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You shuddered at the sensation, your body reacting to every movement of his with a desperate need.

In that moment, everything felt heightened-the way his body felt beneath you, the heat between you both, the unspoken promises in every kiss. Your hands roamed over him, feeling the firm muscle of his chest and shoulders, as if trying to memorize the feel of him.

His fingers brushed against your side, sending a wave of heat through you, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch, the desire surging through you with every second.

His hands moved with purpose, steady and sure, as he adjusted the seat. The sound of the seat reclining echoed in the car, and before you could fully comprehend it, you found yourself leaning back into the now-angled seat, His body moving with you, keeping you close.

His lips didn't leave yours, deepening the kiss, and his hands roamed with greater urgency, his touch both gentle and commanding as he traced the curve of your body. The world outside was a distant memory, the night air and the dark road no longer mattering. It was just the two of you now, caught in an overwhelming tide of desire and tension.

With a swift motion, his hand slid up to your neck, his fingers gently gripping it, not in a way that hurt, but in a way that made you feel tethered to him. He controlled the rhythm, his mouth claiming yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the solidness of him beneath you, the way he held you as if you were the only thing that mattered. Your hands continued their exploration of his chest, pulling at his jacket, desperate to feel more of him, to pull him closer, closer, until there was no space between you at all.

His breath was ragged against your lips, and as his hand moved to your side, you gasped, feeling his touch trail up the edge of your ribcage. He was so close, so in tune with every shift of your body, that you felt as if you were slowly losing yourself in him, consumed by the weight of his attention.

Without breaking the kiss, he moved one of his legs, shifting you even closer, your body now pressed fully against his as the seat allowed for a deeper connection. His hands moved lower, his grip tightening as his fingertips brushed the edge of your clothing, and your heart raced as you knew there was no turning back.

He then lifts you up slightly, guide his already hard cock towards your already dripping core. As he pushed his cock in, the warmth of your walls wrapped around him and the way he stretched you so deliciously made you both moan together.

"fuck, i love it when you squeeze me like this" his hands found your waist and guided you to move your hips, you moaned feeling him fill you from this position. You could feel him all over, his veins rubbing against your walls making you go crazy. you tug his hair as he too started to slam his cock into you, chasing his own pleasure. you feel his warm breath on your neck, kissing you and moaning your name.

He keeps slamming his cock into you, and you move your hips against him to chase your pleasure. You could feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, he growled before slamming his cock roughly into you, making you moan his name.

The you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. indicating that you are about to come, he realizes it because your walls are squeezing him tightly. "come undon for me love" with his command, you let out your release. wetting his cock. then you also felt him cum inside you.

As his lips brushed against yours once more, the kiss was soft, almost tender compared to the intensity of moments before. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment, feeling his warmth envelop you. The taste of him lingered on your lips, and the world outside seemed to disappear as the sensation of his touch consumed your every thought.

Daemon’s hands were gentle as he helped you sit back upright, guiding you carefully into the passenger seat. His fingers brushed your skin, lingering just long enough to remind you of his presence, yet not forcing you back into the whirlwind of emotions that had just passed.

"That's enough for tonight, you should rest" His hand reached out slowly, his fingers brushing against your cheek with a tenderness that seemed to contradict the intensity of what had just happened. The touch was gentle, soothing, as if he were trying to reassure both of you in the midst of the silence that hung between you.

As the car rolled up the driveway, the familiar sight of your home came into view. The soft glow of the lights from the front porch illuminated the pathway, and you could make out the figure of your father standing near the entrance, waiting for your arrival. His posture was relaxed, but there was something in the way he stood that made you feel the weight of his gaze.

Daemon slowed the car, eventually coming to a stop in front of your house. The sound of the engine dying down was replaced by the silence of the evening, the only movement being the gentle swaying of the trees in the wind.

Your heart raced slightly as the car came to a halt. You hadn’t fully processed everything that had happened, and now you were faced with the reality of stepping back into the world you left behind for a moment. Your father’s presence, so steady and commanding, was a stark contrast to the whirlwind that had just passed between you and Daemon.

Daemon turned to you, his eyes dark and unreadable, but there was a flicker of something—perhaps a question, a thought unspoken—before he opened the door and stepped out of the car. You followed suit, your heart pounding in your chest, though you couldn’t quite place why.

As Daemon walked around the car, you noticed your father had already taken a step forward, his expression softening slightly as he saw you. His usual composure was still in place, but there was an edge of concern in his eyes, though it wasn’t directed at you. He was waiting, his gaze shifting between you and Daemon as Daemon approached.

Without a word, Daemon opened the car door for you, his hand offering silent support as you stepped out of the vehicle. His touch lingered on your arm for a moment longer than necessary, and you met his gaze briefly, the unspoken tension between you hanging in the air.

Daemon then straightened, turning to face your father. A small, polite smile curved on Daemon’s lips, and without missing a beat, he greeted your father with a casual, but respectful tone, as if everything between them was normal.

“Harwin,” Daemon said, his voice smooth, but there was an underlying layer of something—something heavier between them that neither of them acknowledged directly.

Your father, in return, gave a small nod, though his eyes briefly flicked to you, a question hidden behind his composed exterior. “Daemon,” he replied, his tone equally neutral, though there was a certain weight to it. “How’s everything?”

Daemon’s response was equally measured, and while they exchanged pleasantries, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the conversation hanging in the air, unspoken and layered. There was so much more beneath the surface, but neither of them said it aloud.

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[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

Candace really sees herself as the boring one in her family. And usually, at least to the audience she is. She’s a butt monkey and a stick in the mud. But I think in literally any other context, she would probably be the coolest person ever.

Candace is probably the jock of the family. I don’t really have enough immediate evidence to support this. But where Phineas and Ferb are creative, mechanical geniuses. Candace is very tough for a 15 year old. (I mean, they have all been shown to be varying degrees of extremely athletic, Baljeet climbing a mountain anyone but I think Candace takes the cake). Obviously that is best shown in Across the 2nd Dimension with 2D Candace. While obviously there are differences between the characters, 1D Candace probably isn’t incapable of these things, if she had grown up under the same circumstances.

I mean. Candace fought an alligator in the sewers, she took down aliens with nothing but a t-shirt canon once, and with nothing but a megaphone another time. She can drag her mother around effortlessly and can swim for miles, apparently can do a quintuple-somersault backflip-jacknife-swandive, can disassemble a train. I think the only thing that keeps her from being the most terrifying person in the tri-state area that she is just as prone to panicking and she spends most of her time fighting an unwinnable battle against the universe itself. And gets pretty close sometimes. But when she doesn’t, when she’s more exasperated than scared. She kicks butt.

Throw in the fact she can play an absurd number of musical instruments, can mimic Klimpaloon, apparently can write a good enough essay to win a mayor of the day competition, was the Rutabaga princess, has a notable habit of becoming queen of aliens, and a decent track record in fighting aliens.

Things don't often go wrong for Phineas and Ferb, but when things do go wrong, Candace is usually the one to save them (at least from their perspective). In Mind Share, It's About Time, Traffic Cam Caper,

So of course Phineas and Ferb thinks she’s cool. They don’t see her obsession with busting them. They see her participation. While we don’t see a lot outside of the typical daily invention and bust attempt. When we do see outside it (evenings for example), we do sometimes see a Candace who enjoys hanging out with her brothers. We see Candace how Phineas and Ferb see her. That mug, shows us how they see her.

[insidekatmind]

Between Friends and Feelings- Pope Heyward and JJ Mayback (love triangle)

The light of the sunset reflected on the waves of the sea, creating games of golden and blue light, while the cool wind gently brushed your skin. It was a quiet evening, a little different from usual, but you knew something was about to happen. The sun was slowly setting behind the hills, and you were sitting on the beach, your legs crossed in the warm sand, trying to relax. But something in the air felt different, and you knew it. Things were changing.

JJ and Pope had always been a part of your life. There had never been a time when one of them wasn’t by your side, though lately, their behavior toward you had changed. While once they were happy being just friends, now there seemed to be a silent competition between them. You couldn’t ignore it, even though you tried not to think about it too much.

"You like watching the sunset, right?" JJ said, breaking your thoughts. You turned and saw him approaching, his mischievous smile still present, but there was something different in his eyes, an intensity you couldn’t ignore.

"Yeah, it’s my favorite spot. I told you it would be nice to watch the sunset together, didn’t I?" you replied, trying to sound natural. But the truth was, his gaze was unsettling, as if he wanted to say something to you that you weren’t ready to understand yet.

Not long after, Pope arrived, and you immediately noticed that his posture was more tense than usual. His eyes, always calm and observant, weren’t quite the same. He was looking at you differently, as if he was searching for something you couldn’t define.

"You're here watching the sea too?" Pope asked, his tone calm but with a hint of nervousness that didn’t escape you. "I thought you’d prefer being in the city, with the music and the crowd."

"Even though I like having fun, sometimes it’s nice to be alone, you know?" you replied, trying to keep your composure.

The two of them sat down next to you, but the atmosphere had shifted. It wasn’t the usual company of friends sharing laughs and stories. There was an underlying tension that you couldn’t ignore, and you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Then JJ spoke again.

"You know, there’s something special about you," he said, his voice lower, as if he wanted to tell you something he had been holding back. "I’m not saying this just because we’re friends, but really, you’re unique. I don’t understand how anyone could not notice."

Your heart beat faster. It wasn’t the first time he had said it, but this time he seemed more serious, more sincere. The way he was looking at you made you uneasy, but at the same time, it made you feel an energy you couldn’t explain.

Pope took a deep breath, as if trying to decide whether or not to say something. "Yeah, but sometimes I think it’s easier to see all of this when you’re not so focused on yourself. Sometimes I think people don’t really see you," he said, looking you in the eyes with a certain intensity.

"I know you care about me, Pope," you replied, trying to understand what he was getting at. "But I don’t see how this fits into... everything else."

"It’s just hard not to notice you," he said, in a soft voice. "And I feel like you’ve always been more than just a friend to me. But maybe that’s just my head making me think that..."

His gaze was sincere, but also filled with something unspoken. His admiration for you was clear, but the fact that he hadn’t been able to tell you exactly what he was feeling made you uneasy.

JJ, seeing the uncertainty in your eyes, spoke up immediately. "Don’t worry too much, Y/N," he said, trying to calm you down. "I don’t want to make you nervous. It’s just that... sometimes I think we should be more honest with ourselves, with what we feel. We can’t always hide behind jokes and laughter."

And right then, the silence that had settled between you all became heavy. You knew there was a tension none of you three seemed able to face. Your mind raced, trying to understand what was really happening. You had always cared for JJ and Pope, but now you felt like something more was emerging.

The sunset was now fading, but the dying light only heightened the confusion you felt. The two boys were there, next to you, but their gazes on you were too intense. You didn’t know how to respond.

"Y/N..." Pope whispered, moving closer slowly. "I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but there’s something I can’t ignore anymore. I..."

JJ interrupted him, laughing nervously. "Pope, not now, come on," he said, but his smile didn’t seem as spontaneous. "We need to be honest with her, right? We can’t keep hiding what we feel."

Their eyes met for a moment, and you realized words weren’t necessary anymore. The tension between them, and your uncertainty, had reached a breaking point. Everything that had gone unsaid between you was finally coming to the surface.

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 11

Taking Care of Your Body

Hi Goddesses! How are you feeling today after focusing on regulating your emotions? It’s a big step, right? Knowing that we can handle whatever comes our way gives us so much more power. But today, let’s shift gears a little and talk about our bodies, our physical well-being. After all, emotional regulation and physical health are like two sides of the same coin. They feed into each other.

I’m sure you’ve heard it a million times: “You need to take care of yourself.” But, let’s be real, it can be hard to know where to start. Sometimes, health can feel like one big overwhelming task. Whether it’s exercise, eating better, or just getting enough sleep, there always seems to be something else that gets in the way.

Let’s start with a truth we can all agree on: health isn’t about drastic changes that leave you feeling burned out. If you’ve ever tried to stick to a crazy fitness routine or overhauled your diet only to feel completely defeated by the end of the week, you’re not alone. I’ve been there too.

Let me share some real-life, totally doable ways to make healthy changes that actually stick.

Starting Your Day

Instead of jumping into an intense morning routine, try this: When you first wake up, before even checking your phone, take three deep breaths and stretch your arms overhead. That's your baseline. From there, you might naturally want to add:

A glass of water with lemon

A 5-minute gentle stretch

Opening the curtains to get some natural light (game-changer for energy levels!)

Making Movement Fun

Here's a secret I wish I'd known earlier: exercise doesn't have to feel like punishment! Start by finding what you enjoy:

Love chatting? Make walking phone calls your thing

Enjoy music? Have a 10-minute dance party while cleaning

Like structure? Try the "commercial break challenge", move during every TV commercial

Work at a desk? Set a timer for hourly 2-minute stretch breaks

Better Sleep Habits

Remember: good sleep makes everything else easier! Here's what works:

Create a relaxing bedtime routine, dim lights an hour before bed

Keep your bedroom slightly cool

Try reading instead of scrolling on your phone

Use the 10-minute rule: just lie down with no pressure to sleep, often you'll naturally drift off

Simple Nutrition Changes

Instead of restrictive diets, try these gentle additions:

Add one fruit or veggie to whatever you're already eating

Keep a water bottle where you can see it

Try filling half your plate with vegetables when possible

Keep healthy snacks handy for hungry moments

Combining New Habits With Old Ones

Here's my favorite trick: attach new healthy habits to things you already do:

Do counter push-ups while waiting for coffee

Stretch while watching your favorite show

Take the stairs when checking work emails on your phone

Drink water every time you check social media

Tips That Really Work:

Track your habits without judging yourself

Celebrate small wins (seriously, even taking the stairs counts!)

Have backup plans for busy days

Find a friend to check in with (anyone in the comments want to pair up?)

This Week's Challenge

Pick ONE thing from any category above that feels almost too easy. That's your starting point. For example, I started with just the morning stretch - three days later, I naturally wanted to add water, and a week later, I was craving a morning walk.

Share in the comments: What's your ONE thing going to be? Remember how we talked about being gentle with ourselves yesterday? That applies here too! No pressure to be perfect, we're just adding tiny doses of goodness to our days.

P.S. Don't forget, it's totally okay to modify any of these suggestions to fit your life. The best healthy habit is the one you'll actually keep doing!

See you tomorrow for Day 12!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[perksofbeingpoet]

☆ WHAT THE POETS' HOBBIES WOULD BE (IF THEY HAD NORMAL LIVES AND FREE TIME) ☆

MEEKS: something tells me meeks would be really into rollerblading or skating? idk i can really picture him as a skater boy, and i can see pittsie coming with him to try it out! meeks would be very chill about it, not trying to learn the coolest tricks or something, BUT he'd totally bring his skateboard everywhere and the poets would tease him about it like oh hey mr cool, do you skateboard? that's so cool i'm SWOONING, good that you brought it to the theatre in case there's a skateboarding emergency

PITTS: photography/videography. if he lived today, pittsie would totally be a youtuber, but i can see him always taking pictures or even "vlogging" in the canon era, too! he just enjoys capturing these memories, and at the end of every year, he'd do a sort of "best of this year" with the poets- i also see him as a big plant dad, not sure if he'd do it in the 60s though? but i can picture pittsie having several little succulents. oh and baking/cooking!! meeks always snacks on his stuff before it's ready and it drives pittsie insane

TODD: i know everyone's convinced todd would be into crocheting, but i honestly don't really see it? no hate whatsoever, i get where people get the idea but to be honest i think crocheting would make todd frustrated/anxious. this boy needs movement, something to do so his mind shuts up, and i think that's swimming. i honestly think todd would be a really dedicated swimmer, maybe to the point where it gets a bit unhealthy because he just throws himself into it to turn his thoughts off?

CHARLIE: yes this one is kinda obvious but charlie would totally pursue music if he had the time and means- he seems so passionate when he plays the saxophone, it's one of the few scenes where we get to see him not joking around, dismissing things with a quip and smirk, but earnestly enjoying something. charlie wouldn't only play, I totally picture him going to jazz clubs and loving to dance there and chat up girls. oh he'd also play video games as soon as they're available!

KNOX: i've mentioned this before but knox would 2000% learn how to play the guitar, and then proceed to play it at dps meetings and with chris. i know it sounds super douchy but honestly, i think knox wouldn't even notice that it comes off as annoying sometimes? he just really enjoys playing the guitar and wants to share that with others. also seems like someone who'd love running, i can see him being one of those people who go on 1 hour jogs in the morning :') Oh and drawing! But he'd be quite shy about it.

NEIL: this is so hard for some reason? 😭 i mean obviously he'd act, and probably go to the theatre quite often on top of that- i also think neil would like cycling, but other than that it's pretty difficult for me to think of what his hobbies would be- i kinda see him as just hanging out with friends a lot and going to parks etc. to chill when he's not at rehearsal. feel free to share your ideas if you have some!

CAMERON: dancing. he's SO ashamed of it and only does it in the comfort of his own room, but if cameron could do anything he wanted, i think he'd do ballet? HELP GUYS I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I FEEL SO SURE ABOUT THIS, CAMERON IS PRETTY MUCH BILLY ELLIOT IN MY MIND BUT HE NEVER GETS TO PURSUE BALLET/DANCING COS HE LIVES IN A TIME AND SOCIETY THAT DOESN'T ALLOW THAT?? WHY IS THIS SO CANON TO ME???? also crosswords.