#it looks like fun for kids who likely grew up around farming in some way. We are a big agricultural country and I for one have several sepa

[tet-0]

There aren't enough seats.

just learned about farming simulator

I mean, I already knew about it, but I just learned about it

Did you know that the target audience for Farming Simulator is actual real-world farmers? Because I didn’t. I just assumed that farmers probably don’t want to go home from a day of farming to do some (presumably highly inaccurate) virtual farming?

Like, imagine if the target audience for Power Washing Simulator was actual professional power washers.

Farming Sim gets sponsored by companies and shit to put ads in their games. But since the game is for farmers, all of the ads target farmers. Advertising products that, realistically, only farmers would be interested in. Aka John Deere tractors and shit.

There’s a fucking farming sim esports league. Where do they play? Agriculture conventions. not gaming conventions. agriculture conventions.

[doberbutts]

You've spoken some about the dammage being done by breeding all breeds for a similar temperment. I feel like I've seen this too, people want a dog for the look and then want all dogs to just be companions. Are you willing to talk more about why we don't want all breeds to be chill companion dogs?

Well, I'm not really sure if I don't think all breeds should be chill companion dogs, but I do think all dogs aren't correct being so.

You have to understand, we domesticated dogs not just for companionship but also to help us accomplish tasks. And sometimes, the temperament that helps us accomplish these tasks... make it more difficult for the dog to be a do-nothing couch pet that gets maybe a walk on the weekends. It's not a bad thing, necessarily. Different strokes, different folks. But it does mean that trying to force dogs which are bred to not do that to fit into that mold is not really feasible if we also want the dogs to be able to continue doing the job we asked them to do.

A friend of mine had a great pyr, who she got from someone who kept their dogs the way pyrs are traditionally kept. Outside, with the sheep, guarding the flocks with their livestock guardian bond day and night. She got this dog as a puppy. This dog grew into an adult that was absolutely miserable in the house. Everyone's lives got a lot easier when they fenced their lot and gave the dog the option to be in or out during the day. Suddenly, the dog's annoying and destructive behavior (largely barking and also trying to get outside) disappeared practically overnight when he discovered he could just. Go outside. She had no sheep, she lived halfway to the middle of nowhere, and he was usually found just hanging out on their back porch watching the world go by around him. Occasionally barking if a car came down their driveway (like my mom's car, to drop me off at her house, because we were kids).

The problem is that the thing that makes them really, really good at guarding the sheep can also sometimes make them not so good at being house pets that sleep on the couch. He did not want to sleep on the couch. He wanted to sit outside and watch for predators so that his "sheep"- the humans inside the house- could be protected by him. To take this urge away from him, would also make him be bad at guarding sheep.

I have a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. They, too, were bred to hang out outside all day, helping with various chores as their humans worked on the farm. Sushi's favorite activity is, you guessed it, following me around the yard as I pull weeds and rake up sticks and take a hedge trimmer to my never ending war with woody invasives. She loves when I take her to her breeder's house to chase the sheep or pull the wagon. She goes absolutely bananas in my car when we pull up to a hiking spot to go climb a mountain that day. These are things that make her a good mountain dog.

Now I actually think that Swissies are slept on but otherwise great pet dogs if their needs are met, but I have been part of swissy pet groups ever since getting Sushi and I can see when people have problems with their Swissies as a direct result of their needs not being met. Once again, barking and destruction from boredom. Dogs that throw around their body weight with zero regard to the humans involved. Dogs that refuse to recall, or that make their owners chase them down to come inside. Pulling like a freight train on leash. Chasing down and nipping at running children. These are behaviors that, while annoying in their worst forms, are often stemming directly from instincts that make them good at the job they were meant to do.

Sushi doesn't do any of those things- but then Sushi gets to do fun things that are mountain dog adjacent, so she is able to be a mountain dog without being a bad pet.

As long as we want to have dogs that have jobs, we will also have dogs that maybe don't belong in the hands of those who want chill companions. And, similarly, as long as people's idea of a pet is the most low effort dog ownership possible and anything even slightly more difficult is too much to ask, breeding these working dogs to not work will only result in dogs that can no longer work.

[wonder-farm-hc]

Shane Headcanons!! 🐔💜

Just some general hcs for Shane, because I think he's very...silly...

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💜 He tells the player he “never had much of a family”, well, I interpret that as him being in the foster system and passing through different families. His parents simply weren't ready for a kid, and gave him up for adoption

💜 In the end, he got tired of it all and rented a room in Marnie’s ranch

💜 Shane has identified as bisexual ever since he was 15. The realization wasn't anything dramatic, he just thought that he didn't like just girls, but other genders too. Since he didn’t ever have much of a family, he didn’t bother telling his foster parents. He doesn't really talk about it with people, but that's because he doesn't really talk about his personal life.

💜 Him, Marnie and Jas have movie nights at the farm, once a week (and when picking the movie, Shane and Marnie usually can’t resist Jas’ requests) (this is how Shane knows the entirety of “Rapunzel” by memory)

💜 Jas regularly says out of pocket stuff, especially to Shane

💜 Shane loves to pick up Jas and carry her on his shoulder, even if he doesn’t admit it when she asks

💜 After he gives up alcohol (with the encouragement of the farmer) he finds out he likes to keep in shape, actually: he often goes for walks around the forest, near the river, and on the beach

💜 He baby talks to the chickens and has a nickname for each of them. Even Marnie doesn't know how he tells them apart

💜 He has…deep self-esteem issues (duh) and after what went on with the farmer, he feels guilty about it

💜 He’s actually friends with Harvey (after the whole getting-recovered thing, they got to know each other).

💜 He got to know Elliott little by little, especially after getting better, when he became a bit friendlier with people. They surprisingly get along well: although Shane can't always understand Elliott's tastes (and viceversa), they have lots of fun! Plus, Elliott is fond of Jas, and often sees her in the library. Anyone who gets close to Jas is bound to hear something about Shane, as well

💜 After a while Shane, Elliott and Harvey start having "guy nights" at Harvey's place (as Elliott's cabin is too small). The nights usually consists of drinking some beer, wine or cider, and putting on a cheap movie that Shane fishes out of Joja's dvd discount bin. Usually it's something so bad that Shane ends up screaming at the tv while Elliott and Harvey discuss the writing in much more detail (but still take the time to agree with Shane's less...academic way of criticizing)

💜 He would never admit this, but it's actually so fun and nice to have some guy friends in town that are closer to his age

💜 He’s always been friends with Emily as well: it may not look like it, but they have similar music taste and sense of humor, so it was easy for them to become friends

💜 At first, he truly despised Sam, as he started to work after Shane, and he wasn’t that patient with him. But little by little they grew closer, and became friends (even if Shane hardly admits it). Now, they like to irritate Morris together

💜 Since it's canon that Shane play videogames in the saloon after he quits drinking, I imagine he sometimes gets invited/challenged by Sam, on Friday nights where Sam, Abigail and Sebastian hang out at the saloon. Abigail and Sebastian still think he's a bit too grumpy for their liking, but they respect his skills at the game

💜 Speaking of, he's the best gamer in town. He has a console in his room, and has loved video games since he was in elementary school

[vide0-nasties]

Going to be rambling insanely about Ghost and probably what his feelings on the monarchy would be, coming from one deeply damaged povo to another.

Anyway, specifically around the time the parasite in chief in her idiot hat (thanks Eccleston lub u) died and passed said idiot hat on, I was seeing a lot of (fun and gentle-ribbing, mind you!) posts about Ghost getting razzed about the queen croaking and maybe him being sad about it or something - I don’t really remember bc I have shit for brains and I just latch onto what bits my adhd will allow.

SO. I really don’t think Bruv Innit gave two shits about Liz buying the farm, bc he grew up working class in a working class town to a drug addicted, drug peddling dad, and a fairly nondescript mom who likely didn’t have a way to get her and her kids out of that shit situation (per ‘09 MW lore and some presumption). I imagine dude was dragged around a shitload of council estates and his dad’s friends’ shitty crash pads, no stability whatsoever, where food insecurity was a big ass forever-looming deal, mom had no idea if her 20 year old vauxhall was going to make it another trip to her minimum wage part time job, and school was forever on the back burner bc when it came to school supplies/trips vs eating and keeping the lights on. You can guess which one won.

If we’re also going with him being about 35-40ish, he would’ve been 10-12ish or so around Diana’s divorce and then her death. So, here’s this starving, horrendously abused kid, with his starving, horrendously abused mother and little brother, drowning in a system that is pretty much just letting them sink to the bottom, nothing is being done about the evil sperm donor that ruins everything for them, and he’s obliterated constantly by TV coverage and tabloids and radio DJs talking about this goddamned family’s stupid fucking drama. Charles cheated, Diana left, her poor boys in their fancy private schools with their endless wealth and glowing skin and brand new clothes that don’t stink of consignment shops are sad.

Sorrows - sorrows, prayers. 🫶

It’s a story he’s seen countless times, the only difference is money and coverage. And, realistically, the women in the stories he knows aren’t killed in car wrecks, they’re killed by their infuriated husbands who think they’re owed something catching up. Maybe that’s why his mom doesn’t leave the cocksucker that trapped her, she could’ve ended up another council house Diana that no one gave a shit about.

He grows up, becomes a butcher’s apprentice, joins the army. Straightens his brother out, makes sure his mom is set up nice, finally beats the shit out of his dad. And all the while, there looms the most fucking pointless, parasitic family in England: living off taxes taken from the public, god knows how much land and how many castles, even owning all the fucking swans on the island.

Relics, vampires, leeches.

But, you know, twenty years down the road, he’s pushing 40, his services to the country are done in the dark, the family he tried so badly to save were brutally cut down anyway, and when he goes to Tesco, the price of a fifth of piss Smirnoff is insane, and he’s still got Soap swimming in his head mid-rant bc his mam’s fucking knee replacement appeal has been denied for the third time and she can’t even walk anymore, Gaz is moving for the second time in a year bc he just can’t afford to live close to his parents even on his salary, meanwhile there was a stretch where it looked like Philip was surviving solely by being pumped full of virgin blood and straight stem cells.

So, yeah, if anything he probably said cheers when the news broke and cracked a couple extra jokes that day.

“What d’you call one dead Windsor? A good start.”

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[dailydragon08]

Hey queen! Would love to know how the main ot gang (Han, lando, Chewie, Luke, and leia of course) would react to you asking to hang out, and in turn where they would each personally take you/what you would do together. I’m Intrigued to know what you think, because you understand all of them so well xx

Thank you, that’s so sweet! I’m having so much fun with these and might be opening up my asks again soon for more (not sure yet). I realized after I finished this that there’s a lot of swimming mentioned in this one—it’s starting to get hot where I live, so I guess that’s where my brain is going?

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When you ask Leia to hang out on her off day, she keeps her cool as always, but is elated on the inside. Growing up royalty, she didn’t always have the chance to just make friends with anyone and run around like other kids from her planet (even though she would go against her parents’ wishes whenever she could anyway). Similarly, as an adult, she was always so concerned with matters of the senate, and then the rebellion, and afterwards getting the New Republic off the ground while also fighting off remnants of the empire, that she never really had time to just have a day with a friend who genuinely wanted to spend time with her. Of course, she’s spent time with plenty of people who wanted her for her money, her status, etc.—and of course, there’s Luke, Han, Lando, Chewie, and the droids. But they’re also always so busy, she hardly gets time with any of them. So, a day to hang out with one of her favorite people with no obligations, no rigid timeline for the day, no expectations that she fulfill some superficial status transaction—yes, please.

Honestly, she kind of strikes me as the type of person that likes to constantly be in go, go, go mode. She likes feeling productive, so anything she does to relax is also productive in a way – playing some sort of logic game like chess or a card game, learning something new, or even playing some sort of low-stakes sport. Growing up on Alderaan, I can really see her having a love of swimming, too. Privacy is probably something she really values, so maybe she takes you for a little morning swim with her, followed by a breakfast full of fruits and foods from her home planet. Afterwards, you dry off in the sun while reading your own books, then in the afternoon, go to a museum she’s been dying to explore with you – incognito, of course. She relishes having chances to walk around like anyone else without being in danger or ogled by passersby and actually enjoys the simplicity of “common” clothing and even makes a little date out of picking disguises with you. Afterwards, she insists you pick where they eat—still in disguise, of course—and finds herself pleasantly surprised by your pick, which becomes one of her favorite places. After, if you’re still up for hanging out and are into this sort of thing, she takes you back to her private quarters to do face masks, make some tea, and she may even braid your hair in a style that’s easy to sleep in, and will still look sleek and smooth in the morning while you relax and watch videos on the holonet.

Although Luke grew up having more typical kid experiences, he still grew up on a farm and was bullied within his friend group. Biggs got busier the older they both got, so one-on-one, harassment-free hang outs with him were few and far between. Now with the rebellion, jedi training, and even rebuilding the jedi and trying to figure out which parts of the order to keep and which to reform, he has an immense amount of pressure on his shoulders and constantly feels like he’s got so much to do and so little time to do it. For this reason, convincing him to even take a day off at all—let alone spend it for pleasure vs work—might feel a bit like pulling teeth at first. But once you start listing off all his favorite activities, you see him start to crack a bit. The more activities you list, the more his blue eyes start sparkling with excitement and the more he’s fighting the urge to smile. Eventually, once you promise to help him get caught up the next day and tell him he deserves a day off after all he’s been through and done for the galaxy, he caves with a quiet laugh.

Similar to his sister, he also likes learning new things and doing an actual activity to wind down, but at a slower pace. He always starts the morning off with a meditation and is elated when you seem interested in learning. Even if you aren’t Force-sensitive, Luke’s never had an opportunity before this to pass the jedi teachings down and is very excited about it to the point that you have to contain your laugh. Later, he’ll home-make you two a nutritious breakfast he used to have many mornings on Tatooine, insisting that it gave him lots of energy to work the moisture vaporators for hours. You spend most of your day with him outside, and if you’re in a sandy place, he’ll tell you all about games he used to play with his friends growing up and maybe even demonstrate some of them for you. If you join in and it turns into the two of you playing the exact same game, he’ll have the biggest smile on his face the whole time. After growing up on a desert planet, he also became so interested in plants and fauna that thrive in more tropical environments, and might enlist your help in caring for some he has either in a pot under a sunlamp in his room or a garden he’s trying to start outside. Leia also got him interested in all things water and swimming, but hasn’t had much time to hone his skills, so asks for your help if you’re a good swimmer. If you’re just as hopeless as he is, he’s happy to just splash around with you instead. After, he’ll also curl up with you with a good book and maybe even lay his head in your lap and take a little snooze once you start stroking his hair. Once he wakes up to both of your stomachs growling, he’ll cook dinner together with you and eat it outside if possible before ending your day with a stargazing session where he points out all the different constellations with you tucked under his arm.

Han looks at you like you just grew a second head when you ask if he wants to hang out. “You wanna hang out with me? Well…I mean, I’ve got some good alcohol stowed away on the Falcon if you want some. If Chewie hasn’t drank all of it,” which of course gets a very disgruntled growl from the Wookiee—but whether that means he resents the accusation or the fact that he didn’t know about this alcohol in the first place, you’ll never know. Han isn’t the most emotive person, so he’s a bit harder to read, but does seem happy you’re there with him.

He gets you onboard the Falcon early in the morning and flies the two of you to this small town (if it can even be called that) in the middle of nowhere that at first, doesn’t look too promising. He quickly leads you inside a 24-hour pub that is the most hole-in-the-wall place you’ve ever seen. At first, you wonder what he’s even thinking—until breakfast gets there. You’re not sure how this unassuming place has some of the best waffles, eggs, bacon, pancakes, you name it, that you’ve ever had, but it does. As you’re leaving and you realize the line is out the door and around the building, you now understand why Han was so insistent you get up at the crack of dawn. Through a few alleyways and around the back of another building, he leads you through this ominous door to reveal an arcade complete with a faux shooting range. When you ask him how he finds all these places that look completely unappealing from the outside, but hold the best little hidden gems inside, he just shrugs and says “part of the smuggling job, I guess. You gotta be willing to go through the crusty outside to get to the juicy middle—just like me.” Of course, when you then point out that his “outside” is anything but crusty, he just scoffs and insists you’re trying to get more free food out of him, but you can tell he’s happier and more relaxed than he has been in a long time. You spend the afternoon playing all the games he explains were staples of his childhood before moving to the shooting range. When you ask to go back to that same 24-hour pub for dinner, he laughs, slings his arm around your shoulders, and says “see? Sometimes I do know what I’m talkin’ about,” before indulging you. The two of you head back to the ship and enjoy a few drinks (maybe get a little tipsy in the process; but if you don’t drink, he has some non-alcoholic drinks stored there as well, just for you) before he flies you back home. Despite his rough and tumble exterior he likes to preserve, he does insist on walking you to your door—or if you’d rather just tumble into one of the Falcon’s bunks, he’ll gently lift your head onto the pillow and put a blanket over top of you before crashing next to you.

I’m fully convinced that despite Lando’s more refined reputation (or slightly rougher one, depending on who you ask from his past), he can actually be very excitable and is prime best friend (and more) material (I haven’t read the EU or seen the Han Solo movie, please don’t come for me). When you ask him to hang out, he can’t stop his huge grin and “yes, of course!” He, however, strikes me as an “I like a plan” kind of guy, even on his off days—and he may or may not want to impress you and make sure he takes you to all the best places ahead of time.

Lando gives me strong “I like just about anything if I’m doing it with my friends” kind of guy, so is down for just about anything and lets you take the lead a bit more when it comes to planning. However, if you ask to be shown around Cloud City, this man is soooo excited. Especially once the New Republic takes over, he’s put so much time and effort into really making his city a fair, clean, one-of-a-kind, modern, and welcoming place for any who want to call it their home and spares you no expense—no matter how outlandish you think your requests are. What started off as just a day together quickly turns into him pampering you in all the best ways possible. He’s not even trying to impress you, he’s just 110% convinced you deserve all the pampering in the galaxy. You want to eat breakfast and drink artisan coffee/morning drink of choice in a hot tub? You got it. You’ve never swam in an infinity pool before? Oh, he’s going to fix that—and his infinity pool has a perfect view of the clouds and sky. He insists you won’t fall over the edge if that’s what you’re worried about, but lets you cling to him just the same, and tells you all about all the birds that fly by. He’s happy to either have dinner catered to his private home where you two eat in front of full floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rest of the city, or take you out to one of the best restaurants nearby. You’re 100% getting the five-star treatment, whether you don’t mind being out in the open or want to remain a bit more inconspicuous, before settling down for the night with some wine (or a non-alcoholic cocktail of choice) and a board/card game.

Chewie (platonic) can be scary when he wants to be, but to those he loves, he’s the biggest softie. When you ask him to hang out on your day off, he vigorously nods before letting out an excited string of Shyriiwook, followed by his usual crushing bear hugs. If you’re fluent in his language, it makes the day all the better—but if you’re not, it’s no big deal to him, since he’s learned to communicate well without words out of necessity.

I think like Luke, he’d want to spend most of the day outside and just enjoy walking around and exploring with you. He strikes me as the type who doesn’t really make a plan for his off time, but would rather wander around some sort of town center with you and just walk into any places that pique either of your interests. But he’s also happy to even just roll around in the grass with you and is surprisingly good at making flower crowns. Because of his line of work and the rebellion, he values survival skills and if you’re lacking in any department, he insists on teaching you—especially fishing. Apparently, that was something he used to do frequently on Kashyyyk and got quite good at it—well, good at it Wookiee style anyway. He waits by the bank of a river and stays so still, someone could almost mistake him for a tree trunk. Right when a fish swims close enough, he dives his hands in and grasps it with his two giant paws, showing it to you with a triumphant growl before teaching you how to cook it over a campfire. You can’t help but laugh when he proudly pulls some seasonings out of his bag. The fish is actually delicious, and you spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other’s presence and chatting—whether you can understand every word he says, or whether he does his best to pantomime (or maybe use 3PO as a translator if you were able to pry him from the twins’ sides). At the end of the day, you two work together to clean up the campfire and before going your separate ways back home, he gives you a parting hug and affectionate pat on the head.

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[cranberrymoons]

Hey hi hello!!! First off, I absolutely adore your writing, you're easily one of my fave buddie authors and there's like no contest. Quick question cause I'm curious: do you have any alternative career au's for Buddie? Like, not even for a specific fic (but if you have a fic idea, I'd love to hear that too!!) but more like, if they weren't firefighters, what jobs do you think buddie would have?

hi!! omg thank you so much 🥺🥰

and yes I have actually thought about this a lot!!! I don't know if I'll ever write a fic for it because au's aren't really my strong area (I get too caught up in the details/worldbuilding tbh) but okay based on their canon backgrounds/personalites – I don't know if this is really the answer you're looking for but it's the one in my heart :)

eddie we know grew up relatively well-off (middle or upper middle class) in a biggish city in a historically very blue part of texas. not to make it Political on today of all days but it does definitely influence you to grow up in a blue part of a red state! and I think to be honest he probably did not really put a ton of thought into what he wanted to Be When He Grew Up but just based on his background, I think he was probably in high school assuming he would eventually end up at like UT Austin or something, where he'd spend 4 years partying and half-assed studying until he skated through a degree in like. business or marketing or communications or something, and then he would have had a desk job for 5-10 years until he burned out and realized he hated it, and then would have had his Moment of like okay what do I ACTUALLY want from my life, which maybe would have also involved him reckoning with his queer identity but would have ultimately led him to EMT or Paramedic school in his late 20s or early 30s, and he would have found his way to firefighting as a career changer. basically I think his identity is less tied up in the job than buck's, but I think it's ultimately the right thing for him because he's a Healer but ultimately wanting something more hands on than being a doctor

and then there's buck who grew up probably upper middle class? in a fairly conservative surburb, and we know he did Not get along with his parents for obvious reasons. he tried community college and dropped out, not because he wasn't smart enough to do it but because he was restless and impulsive and didn't want to be there. he traveled for a while and hopped around jobs and I do think he belongs where he landed, but if we're trying to be less boring and just say :) they'd be the same <3 I could also see him doing well in something like teaching (which I know is cliche, but he would be every kid's favorite teacher and would get made fun of by 12 year olds for his Lame Clothes). or this one is kind of out there but I also think he would be earth's most dedicated and enthusiastic beekeeper or worm farmer or something, like I don't think he would have had the patience to get a whole degree in entomology but I think he would absolutely crush at a commercial/wholesale farming supply store/nursery where his job was just to breed and take care of some kind of weird bug that is needed by the Southern California Vegetable Farmers to make sure their crops turn out. buck buckley, helping to feed america with his bug business 💪

[onyxandemerald]

Having Religious Trauma when your family Wasn't Religious; A Story Time

This was a super weird memory to unpack and honestly I was laughing at it the whole time. You can too, its okay. Its funny.

My family was not religious. My dad was a '60s Catholic school dropout who worked on a farm at 8 just to get by, and I now fully believe my mom's ancestry was full of cunning folk from Poland that fled to USAmerica during WWI. They had assimilated, so we took turns making Polish food on Christmas, but that was the closest thing I had to a tradition my entire childhood. Not even the language had been past down. However, there was an unspoken understanding about things like the horseshoe above the front door ("It brings us good luck") and great-grandma's terror around dolls.

I grew up a Harry Potter kid. My dad was my best friend and loves reading but it gives him a hard time, so we watched the movies together and its still a pillar of our friendship (He Knows). My mom read me real old-timey fairy tales like she grew up on, and was obsessed with The Brother's Grimm. A copy follows me everywhere I live even if I barely read it now as an adult. My mom was another kid who grew up outside with her brothers and sister just playing in the woods and has always has been obsessed with owning a farm and being surrounded with animals and greenery. Growing up she made sure I always had a yard to play in and chickens to hold. It was natural to catch me running around the yard naked as a toddler, but I was chronically bullied by my peers in school and my cousins at family gatherings. My only solace ever was in the trees in the yard and those trees became my best friends and at times my only friends.

The way my childhood went, I grew up way more attuned to nature and spirit, a comfort I never felt in my culture or around people, any people.

So cue middle school, and some of my friends start talking about this youth group. I've never heard these words before, but I would love any opportunity to meet new kids my age who might not instantly hate me. I begged my parents to go. I knew nothing about religion other than it existed, and sometimes they spoke in funny languages and did things with their arms that- holy crap that looks like a spell! Those guys are wizards!! I'm in!!!! My parents had no idea what was going on but they gave in and I went to a church youth group and I was forever scarred.

You guys know what happened. It was a stuffy, mildewy building that was not old enough to be as dusty as it was. The music was Not Good, and the messages kept contradicting itself or dropping in and out of tune. The crafts weren't fun and everybody looked like they hated being there. We did. I was so MAD!

These guys were supposed to teach me how to do spells! I know its real, so why are you wasting my time! I came here to learn MAGICK! I knew that I felt magic, but this church was making a mockery of what the sacred is supposed to be. Religion is supposed to uplift us. Spirituality is meant to heal us and our wounds. Our souls are designed to bring us together in harmony. But in that building, I felt none of that. It felt like an elementary school gymnasium. I knew immediately there was no spirit, no Gd there, and they were lying about being holy men.

As a 13 year old, the conclusion I drew from this was that Gd was dead and we had killed him. I felt cheated, and my instinct was to refute the entire institution.

I had absolutely lost all faith in myself. I don't know what I was hoping for, maybe I was expecting lightning out of my finger tips, but this experience had eroded any idea that magic could be inside of me. It gave me the illusion that religion is just a cheap trick and magic was just a fantasy plot meant to entertain us while we all just accept that we're dying a slow and agonizingly boring death. I began to believe this about all religions, and religion as a concept. Up until this point I had never met a religious person who genuinely enjoyed it. Going to church always was treated like a chore, and so I thought hating religion was going to save people from this same fate.

This left me super confused and frustrated. I already had a full and flesh belief of animism and the power of the universe and then within a couple of hours it was all stripped away. I knew things about spirits and the fae and I think I was already Hellenistic by then, too. I was desperate for materialism to not be all there was to life. I could not accept it. I knew there was something mystical going on behind the scenes and nobody could describe it to me or even admit that they were as confused as I were.

The trauma I got was the underlying perpetuation that I was misled by my own senses and that what I had understood so fully in my heart was a lie. I did not have anyone in my life to reflect my experiences to and no one who could relate, and this institution had been a massive joke. I realized I would have to find out on my own what religion and spirituality meant. As this went on, I got stuck in a loop of;

"Well I'm getting correspondences and I'm reading all the spell recipes and I'm reading about paranormal experiences and I'm obsessed with ghosts and cryptids, but like I'm still not really understanding. Like nobody can just give me an answer! Is magic real or not?! How does burning leaves make me rich?!"

I think that in some sort of effect, I had turned off my emotions and intuition once I had the idea in my head that it was just stupid background chatter and my feelings were annoying and cumbersome and getting in the way of my learning. And then I beat myself up for not understanding spirituality! Not only were my feelings painful, they didn't make sense, but they didn't actually matter in the grand scheme of things. All Gd wanted from me was macaroni art and pony bead bracelets.

The moral of the story is this; even events that don't strike you as traumatizing can still have long term effects on your life. This is why we do shadow work because It wasn't up until I really sat down and picked apart this particular feeling that kept following me, that I was able to really understand how to let these beliefs go. I had accepted religion to be exactly what someone had told me it to be, instead of what I knew I had felt to be true in my blood and bones, and this crushed my confidence and faith in myself. Then I finally realized that I can just follow however I feel, and I can just do that with an infinite success rate for the rest of my life. Maybe I was right and there was no Gd in that building. But I have met Gods in forests, waterfalls, in my best friends' laughter, in my kitten when she falls asleep in my lap, in the jewelry I make, and in my tarot readings. Religion is meant to connect us. Spirituality is meant to uplift and empower us. Our Souls naturally want to draw us together through art and music and love. In this way, each person's spirituality will always be as unique as they are, and that's something to be celebrated. That is Magic.

[queeniecook]

January 20

There's a gentle rain falling upon the island of Sulani as the Grant household wakes up for the day. It's a Saturday which thankfully means no school for AJ.

"Can't I do this later? I want to go talk to Rahmi. She has fun stories about her farm." AJ says with a sigh. 

"It's best to get it done and out of the way. Then you have the rest of the weekend to have fun." Naya tells him, she's helping him with his homework while her husband stares at the TV, watching the ending credits of some movie he found to watch. 

By the time Rahmi gets up and gets ready for the day, the rain had cleared up - almost like magic one could say. According to her weather app, it was supposed to rain all day. She leaves the house to go meet Ukupanipo at Sand Simoleon Beach.

"Is the weather around here always so unpredictable?" Rahmi asks after they've gotten in the water. She still isn't used to seeing her friend in his merman form. There's a certain ethereal beauty to him when he's in the water - in his element - but she won't be sharing that thought anytime soon. 

Ukupanipo's face breaks out into a huge grin. "When you have those of us who can change the weather, yes it can be. Normally I don't meddle with nature but I did tell you I'd bring you here today..."

Rahmi's eyes grew wide "You...stopped the rain?"

He nods his head "We can summon clear skies, among other things." He doesn't want to give away all "secrets" yet. 

"Well...thank you." Rahmi says with a smile, she feels a warmth spread through her chest at the idea of someone doing something like that for her. 

After their swim, they grill out fresh fruit for their dinner. Tomorrow she would be spending time with AJ and Apollo while Naya is at work. The guys want to take her to a local museum so she can see some of Sulani's history.

The duo eat their dinner, chatting here and there about their lives.

"Since you go back soon, there's one more thing I'd like to show you." Ukupanipo announces to his companion. He isn't sure if she'll agree to it or not. 

"Oh?" Rahmi asks, putting down a piece of fruit to look at him.

"I work at the island's bar and well, I'd like to take you there. Not while I work obviously but I'd like to give you a taste of the Sulani nightlife scene." 

Many things filtered through Rahmi's mind in that moment. Is he asking her out on a date? Or is this just a friend thing? Then her emotions kicked in. Panic and happiness were the main ones. "Sure."

Night begins to slowly creep in and Rahmi finds herself putting on some warmer clothes she brought with her. The fact that it's wintertime and she's been at the beach most of the day while her kids are dealing with snow back home isn't lost on her. She's been keeping in touch with her kids and they seem to be doing well, from what they're telling her anyway.

The pair spend time around a bonfire someone built on the sand until it gets late and they part ways.

Once Rahmi returns to the Apollo and Naya's house, she goes to Vera's old room and finds Naya sitting on the love seat.

"Did he ask you out yet?" She asks, almost giddy. Despite her own struggles in her marriage lately, Naya is a fan of love. She loves love and seeing people in it. 

"No. Yes...I don't know." Rahmi says, staring at the blonde. She tells Naya what happened at the beach.

"That's totally a date! Don't worry, I got your outfit covered." Naya beams. It's not often she gets to dress someone up. Apollo let her play dress up on him once and that was it - but that story is for the bedroom only.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Were there any secret games Kakashi and Gai ever came up with that were strictly their thing in GOS? Maybe one for each lifetime (minus Knight Gai's. There wasn't time ;-;...)

Like in the first life, maybe the two would always play a version of "helicopter" where Dai used to swing them in circles while holding their hands before letting them land gently on the ground (a personal favorite childhood game of mine). And later when Gai grew and Kakashi didn't, he would just swing Kakashi like that.

In Prince Gai's time, maybe they would race around the castle in the summer, and see who could collect the most peaches without anyone noticing, before eating them together as they explored the underground tunnels.

In Teacher Gai's life..... I can imagine the games got a little NSFW XD;

But then in Husband's Gai's life Kakashi and Gai had an entire childhood to come up with games!

Just the two having fun together and being silly. Can you think of any games that would be special to the two of them?

I always like to think that Prince Gai and Kakashi would run around the castle doing all sorts of things. Who can pick the most peaches, who can count the most guards, who can catch one of the dogs (Kakashi always comes with a different dog at his side XD) . These boys waste away hours running around the castle. It’s what Gai looks forward to the most during the rest of his day.

During his life as a teacher i can see the games incorporating more memory. Like retelling stories, or telling them in dramatic and fun ways. They also of course have more physical games, like who can pick the most vegtables at harvest time or chasing after Kakashi’s dogs. There’s some NSFW ones, but when it comes to their games they prefer the SFW ones that are just fun

When they’re both mortal kids they unknowingly revisit all their old fav games. Kakashi’s dad does helicopter with them when they’re small enough, they love racing around the farm, gai’s house, and when they’re older the entire village. It’s totally normal for villagers to be going about their day only to have Gai and Kakashi go wizzing by them for their daily or weekly race (these two could easily catch the eyes of knights and warriors who could see potential in them, but neither of them want that life)

[edge-oftheworld]

seeing all these luke interviews has really got me thinking about how sometimes there is good to be found in formative experiences also acknowledged to have been traumatising and how important it can be to really make sense of both. and I know this isn’t possible for everyone and some things are plain awful, but especially if you’ve been a ‘gifted’ unrecognised neurodivergent kid pushed past your limit (and then got rightfully angry and stood up to the people who pushed you into burnout) there’s cases where it’s important to acknowledge that too. finding beauty in hard things is often as rebellious as saying the things we’re told to chase aren’t satisfying and choosing self care instead.

before I speculate into something I really can’t speak to I’m gonna say how I’ve seen the need for that myself and I’m ready to celebrate and be grateful on my own terms. It’s always easy to hear stories of the band’s origins and think ‘what was I doing then’ because I moved away from sydney like a week or something after the band formed (and then didn’t hear about them til they opened for one direction, sometimes I wonder if I’d stayed local would that be different).

but even before then I had some really magical friendships who’ve survived the test of time, I’d abseiled down waterfalls and had adventures in the park-scattered suburbs and experienced the strange juxtaposition of haves and have-nots and contentment and gratitude but also fear and sheltering that you don’t really get in the same way anywhere but the suburban and peri-urban working class strip of Sydney’s west and south. and then I moved and soon learned to build anything I wanted to use for fun reasons or practical reasons. I learned how to basically run a farm and I learned how to gauge when it’s a good day to do laundry and I learned to be responsible for the lives of some of the beautiful animals we share this world with, helped renovate the house and dug clay out of the ground and made it into toy tea sets. saw a different set of haves and have nots, a different culture, a different way of approaching faith that isn’t too distinguishable until I needed something different and realised the way I grew up in those earlier years—that was different. I had an excellent education not only academically (though it was. still wild to think about—I had ideas and could go with them and that made something hard bearable. we used to write and record entire songs in high school music. messed around but also learned how to use patterns in maths and write entire short stories in upper primary. designed entire houses in high school graphics, learned how to solve global issues in geography, and proved how to get enough iron as a vegan in science, graduated with a dream to use all this to design places that look after people and the environment) but also from a perspective of being confident to be myself when that’s not always what capitalism would want. I got a weird mix of the western sydney work ethic meets suburban Brisbane satellite community tells zillennial children to dream big. got to learn all about the planet and how to care for it in uni. what kinds of study don’t work for my brain, and then later in postgrad ways that do. realising urban design is going to be the art form I give back with and I never lost my passion for it though I grew older and learned how to be more realistic but optimistic despite it—how it’s like I’m made for it and that’s so, so validating. played the xylophone in school when I lived in sydney and picked up the viola in brisbane, but it was my mum who taught me piano and music theory while my dad taught me woodwork and how to safely use ropes. I also learned how to care for people with the backing of community and religious groups, and how not to preserve myself in that, how sometimes I need to question power and theology to do better in it next time. and yeah I did get burnt out. really burnt out. made my brain sick and my whole body too is dealing with the fallout of that, it’s hard to function, it’s hard to take care of myself, when it’s been years of weathering experiences that were too hard, harder than I could keep up with, too many responsibilities at a young age, stacking up and each diminishing my ability to tackle the next. I did pick up some really bad self destructive habits. there’s been a lot that I’ve never been quite sure that I could survive when I always needed things individualistic society is unable to give and require a delicate balance of things beyond my control in order for my motivation not to drive me into the ground but also to not be frozen in fear and overwhelm so that I don’t meet any of my physical needs. things I’ve narrowly made it through, sometimes dangerously, when I have no idea to even explain the parameters around help I need and so end up going without, relying on chance and luck instead. but there was good among it too. skills I pick up in hindsight when I finally process something and realise, this is important to me, I think I can still do it, how can I prioritise working back up to it in a way that honours my limits?

and I guess I’m saying this because I’m not a global pop star or anything and my life has been a lot more normal and probably relatable for the average tumblr user. but some things remain the same and remain relatable and when I’m living my life advocating for preventing things like burnout and giving words to people to understand themselves and the kids of things they need—I’ll also advocate for having people believe in you, adults who seem naive, but teach them how to apply this to those who don’t fit some specific idea of talent and also to be validating of hard things while they do. for being out in the community and learning empathy and learning to get by with not much but also going for opportunities simply because you want to, and how as a community we can together take down the barriers that prevent it. and maybe it seems obvious or something but I’ve never been grateful for my youth before. It’s been too hard, too much what I was told to be by people who seemed almost wilfully ignorant of how much it cost me

[gatheryourships]

So, because @gunslingerorchid asked, here's a post about my self-insert Tav, Rosenna.

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I’ll be honest I don’t have a whole lot about her fleshed out. And even trying to write this up for you, so much got changed and rewritten a number of times, and even this response is a complete start over from the very long and honestly confused lore bit I wrote.

Basically what I wrote for the fake BG3 intro post I reblogged on here is pretty much all I got, lmao. But I’ll try to give some more info, as much as I got nailed down right now. Maybe some more that’s not so concrete yet either.

Um, so. Rosenna is an only child, born and raised by a farmer and his wife (last name undetermined) in a little hamlet (also name undetermined) located along the Chionthar river a little ways down from Baldur’s Gate.

Right around that little nook maybe, where the red dot is. I still haven’t decided which side of the river it’s on. But around that area. So that’s it’s between the Fields of the Dead and the Woods of Sharp Teeth.

Rose (for short) lived a nice, little life with her parents. Helped her mom with house chores and what not as commoner daughters do. Also helped her dad a little with the farm - probably a bit less common for daughter to do, but eh. She likes helping and only doing house chores drove her crazy. And it’s something different so she was fine with it, despite getting a little dirty sometimes because of it. Also it was spending time with dad, so… That’s nice. xD

From a young age, Rose had been immersed with stories about heroes. Not necessarily intentionally mind you. Just parents telling their kid stories, censored versions of course. And from there, as she grew up, just got into reading stories about heroes herself.

And between having a good, kind, caring heart and just being a feisty, determined woman who only wants to do right she naturally felt an inclination towards such a life.

However… her mother had another plans for her. Not out of ill-will, just normal life plans that a commoner daughter would typically live. Help her mother until she (Rose) found someone to marry, which her parents were starting to push that onto her, except Rose didn’t have much interest in that. (Yet, anyways. Hero thing first, romance later possibly, ya know.)

What Rose did have an interest in was going to the docks and rubbing shoulders with people who came from Baldur’s Gate and even elsewhere afar, wanting to hear real stories of adventures and journeys from real people that they’ve had, especially recently.

Now it’s here where I’m unsure whether to spin it off as how she picked up some sense of handling a sword. One way is that because going to the docks and rubbing shoulders with strangers is obviously a terrible, dangerous thing to do and her father (and mother) become worried for her and so her father (who’s also maybe part of the citizen militia for the little hamlet - no standing army) decides to teach her (in secret/aka behind mom’s back) so she stops trying to go to the docks (and possibly end up kidnapped or worse one day). Fun, nice, gets interaction with her dad. But like, I just realized it’s the same as the other self-insert for another character I like/liked. So, since I’m already doing that plotline with another character, I’ll probably go with the second option then lmao.

The other one was an idea I had before but was unsure about it (then not now) where she does meet someone from the docks. Not a romantic interest, but thankfully a friendly and honorably decent person. He obviously realized that she’s young (20s, since I didn’t mention that before) and a bit starry-eyed, but she means well and was looking for more in her life, more than this little hamlet could give her. He befriended her and indulged her in giving her stories of his travels and interesting little adventures and happenings he found himself in every time he came into town (only ever stopping by, as did anyone else whoever found themselves at the docks there). Eventually, he himself buys her a sword and trains her how to use it.

From there to BG3 events however… One day it’s too much. Rose’s reckless immaturity has become too much for her mother. So Rose and her mother got in an argument. Her mother had not been oblivious to Rose and her love of heroes, but had hoped that Rose would grow out of it as she got older (she didn’t, it only grew stronger). And enough was enough. It was time to be a grown woman, look for a partner, and settle down and become not just a wife but mother herself. To say Rose was unhappy about this would be a completely understatement. After a yelling match with her mother, Rose quickly packed some things (including her stashed away secret sword) and left home. She got on the first ship to Baldur’s Gate and that was that.

For a year, Rose tried her best there. She got jobs. But they weren’t great. Didn’t pay great. By the end of it, things were… pretty bleak, mentally speaking for Rose. (In my playlist, as confused as it is with this summarization of character, I literally have The Parting Glass (Walking Dead version) followed by the instrumental version of I Want to Live from BG3. I think that says plenty.)

The next morning as she’s going about town is when the mindflayers come and she gets unfortunately (or technically speaking, quite fortunately) snatched up. (Only way to become a hero is go on a crazy adventure right? 😉)

[augment-techs]

Six-Word Starter Prompts (part I)

Watching quietly from every door frame.

Catholic school backfired. Sin is in!

Savior complex makes for many disappointments.

Nobody cared, then they did. Why?

Some cross-eyed kid, forgotten then found.

Born in the desert. Still thirsty.

I asked. They answered. I wrote.

No future, no past. Not lost.

Joined army. Came out. Got booted.

Almost a victim of my family.

The psychic said I'd be richer.

Painful nerd kid, happy nerd adult.

Fourteen years old, story untold.

One long train ride to darkness.

Wolf! She cried. No one listened.

I'm my mother and I'm fine.

All day I dream about sex.

I still make coffee for two.

I like girls. Girls like boys.

Never should have bought that ring.

Stranded by ten-thousand-mile crush.

Time heals all wounds? Not quite.

Made a mess. Cleaned it up.

Says deaf boyfriend: You're too quiet.

My family is overflowing with therapists.

Boy, if I had a hammer.

Followed white rabbit, became black sheep.

Followed Yellow Brick Road. Disappointment ensued.

Nerdy girl smutmonger. Now, baby fever.

Recent doctorate means overeducated and underemployed.

Taking a lifetime to grow up.

Bad breaks discovered at high speed.

In the office. It smells here.

I am trying, in every regard.

Happiest when ignoring huge financial debt.

Not pretty enough, so now unemployed.

Mistakes were made, but smarter now.

Likes everything too much to choose.

Curly haired sad kid chose fun.

Now I blog and drink wine.

Egomaniac with inferiority complex defies odds.

I thought I was someone else.

Dancing for now, one day farming.

I grew and grew and grew.

Starving artist. Lucky break. Life downhill.

The Hustle: turn champion into sucker.

I was born 'some assembly required.'

I drank to much last night.

Took scenic route, got a date.

I like big butts, can't lie.

I'm enjoying even this downward dance.

Without ideas, intelligence could not exist!

I hope I outlive my regrets.

All night phone calls complete me.

Tragic childhood can lead to wisdom.

Which comes first: tequila or accident?

A sundress will solve life's woes.

I recognize red flags faster, now.

I sucked even the lobster legs.

Nothing profound, I just sat around.

Others left early: he continued cooking.

Quiet guy; please pay closer attention.

I sell hamburgers and french fries.

the shit invariably hits the fan

and he nerded as never before

tow truck drivers are my psychiatrists

should have used condom that time

infinite calm beset with emotional architecture

won the fight; lost the girl

slightly psychotic, in a good way

found true love after nine months

Afraid of everything. Did it anyway.

I wrote it all down somewhere

lost and found, rescued by dog

afraid of becoming like my mother

What the hell. Might as well.

Hexed: curse of the happy childhood.

Can't tonight, watching Law & Order

my life's a bunch of almosts

It's not you. It's me. Honest.

Thought I would have more impact

this is aggression in pink, bitch

oh, to have just one puff!

at the end of Normal Street

found great happiness in insignificant details

spent life looking for dead people

enjoying my fuck ups too much

an unusual turn of gender circumstances

hiding in apartment knitting against depression

they kissed me and said yes!

always dreamt of kissing pretty girls

everyone who loved me is dead

it was embarrassing, don't ask

Verbal hemophilia. Why can't I clot?

the car accident changed my life

burned my bridges and my britches

Batteries are cheap. Who needs men?

Clueless meets Ophelia, without the suicide.

anything possible--but I was tired

I ate, drank, and was hairy

still have not learned to swim

glass half full; pockets half empty

you are all in my imagination

school geek married a luscious cheerleader

I couldn't protect me from myself

aspiring lady pirate, disillusioned, sells boat

I was and now I'm not.

oh sweet nectar of life, coffee

no shit I'm critical--you're flawed

It's pretty high. You go first.

Wasn't noticed so I painted trains.

running away: best decision I made

when she proposed, I said yes

Nobody knows how I have suffered.

Dweeb, pussy...stronger than anyone knows.

too many lovers--too little time

couldn't cope so I wrote songs

long lost girl recently found, unharmed

born a twin, died a loner

It was worth it, I think.

Dorothy Gale had the right idea

take a left turn, then fly

I was never the pretty one

born at 23, childhood doesn't count

memory was my drug of choice

gay physician designed life-saving AIDS drugs

never lived up to my potential

never really finished anything, except cake

cursed with cancer; blessed with friends

crappy parents killed my self esteem

lonely artist turned waitress in love

my life is just like yours

lucky in everything else except love

I'm just here for the beer

With three cats I'm never unloved

came, saw, conquered, had second thoughts

the weather up here is better

baby dyke now raising two babies

Stoned. Boned. Where am I now?

town car, tailored suit, dirty nails

I fell far from the tree

the image was large with silence

after you jump, the net appears

I colored outside the lines

should not have eaten those mushrooms

Wanked furiously. Married. Furious no more.

even the quietest sounds make noise

many hands have kept me afloat

all of my students hate me

I managed not to destroy anything.

[equiculus]

Eheheheh…

Bunny Bloom is the adopted son of Tree hugger and Flutter shy, who are in a qpr. He couldn’t have been happier that his cutiemark is a tie to both of them, he adores his moms so much. He’s a bit snarky and sometimes a bit blunt, but he doesn’t mean harm by it. His element is generosity.

Apple Dunkin is the daughter of Apple Jack, and her father is a deadbeat Apple had thought she might marry. She takes after both of her parents in personality, despite AJ trying to get her to be less… shortcut-y. Plum Tuck, her father, was a lazy guy who pretended he knew what he was doing so he could date AJ, and she only realized he was lying when he got cold feet at the news of her pregnancy. She hadn’t intended for it, and neither had plum, but she thought she could trust him to be there for her regardless. He wasn’t, though, and to AJ’s relief, Dunkin looks like Granny smith with Plum’s hair. Dunkin has grown up on the farm alongside her cousins, Honeycrisp and Orchard Bloom, who are Apple Bloom’s kids. She holds a strong passion for games and fun activities, and will find the safest, most successful way to speed through her chores if it means she can go pull pranks with the Pie-Sandwich trio. Her element is Fun (laughter).

Swing Singer, Sweetie bell’s daughter, is a smalltime jazz musician who would die on a hill and go to hell over it for the other five. She will tell them when they’re going to make a big mistake, like any good friend, but her main focus is supporting them and helping them. Her Aunt Rarity is her favorite family member, but she adores her mom too. Rarity has been a huge part of Swing’s life since she decided to become a famous musician, and helps her land gigs with only the most fabulous dresses. She does tend to eat a bit more than she should, but it’s not anything she cares about — she’s at her happiest when her friends are around, and as long as they support her, she doesn’t see why her body shape matters. She also loves to throw private parties with the Pies for her friends, often organizing herself as musical entertainment. Her element is Loyalty.

Howitzer Confetti “Howie” Pie-Sandwich is the second born of the Pie-Sandwich Trio, a triple threat of pranksters and party-lovers brought into the world by none other than Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich. His older sister, Lil Cheese, is off at a trade school learning how to be an artisan of pasteurized goodies and all the cheeses, and his younger sister, Cheesecake, is in high school. He’s the only one who plans to stay in ponyville, but he doesn’t mind. He wants his siblings to be happy. Regardless, his attitude is a bit short at times, but he always makes sure to tell the truth, even at risk of his own hide. He learned the lesson of honesty the hard way as a colt, and he upholds his truth no matter the cost. His element is Honesty.

Cumulus Falls is Rainbow’s mentee/assistant. He’s a shy guy, but he has a big heart. He loves to do kind things for others, and enjoys being able to sit back and relax while his friends get into shenanigans. His mother is Vapor Trail and his father is the best friend that she had in her only episode (forgot his name). The two of them were not keen on traditional parenting roles, and his father retired from the wonderbolts to care for him while they lived on his mother’s second-in-command income. He grew up on stories of her adventures with Rainbow and the other bolts, but never imagined he’d be the one who eventually trained directly under Rainbow Dash. He was chosen during a day of Flight School when Rainbow was visiting because she was looking to see if she could find a pony to help her relax from all her duties as part ruler of equestria, wonderbolt, element of harmony, and a few other things. She saw some kind of potential in him that not even he had seen yet, and taught him to fly fast enough to bust a raging thunder cloud without being struck. After that, she noticed his struggles trying to befriend other pegasi, and got an idea. She sent him to ponyville, where he befriended the other 5 nextgens, and became the element of Kindness.

Ella Infinitum, Starlight’s clone. She came into the world as a baby, a genetic reshuffle of her mother. Thing is, she doesn’t have a genetic father — her mother created her while trying to complete a spell older than even the reign of Grogar. Starlight was grossly underprepared for motherhood, but thankfully, after she fought off a nightmare magic (almost turned into a nightmare pony of herself basically), she became an alicorn, and learned to let her friends help her. Starlight took the place in equestria that Luna had once filled, and raised Ella into a smart, magically gifted young mare. Ella is just about as powerful as Starlight was before her ascent to alicornhood, and is very cautious when using her magic for that reason. Other than that, she is a great friend to her pals, and fits the element of Magic quite perfectly.

BEHOLD @equiculus /@poppyknitt's excellent nextgen characters that have been COOKING UP in our DMs! So many details about them that I physically can't remember so take it away pal!

[callsign-fox]

Somebody to Love - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

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“Look what the cat dragged in!”

I turned around to see who caught Hangman’s eye and was surprised to see Rooster walk through the doors of The Hard Deck.

I hadn't seen him in years. It was hard to stay in contact with people when you fell into the 1%, as none of us were ever in one place for too long. Except, the circumstances were different with Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw and I. We grew up together after both of our moms passed away a year apart. My dad raised us both along with some of his buddies, but after Bradley and my dad got into, he moved out and I barely spoke to him since.

I wasn't sure how this interaction was going to go. The last time we had run into each other it didn't go well. We both pretty much spoke our peace, each of us upset with the other for not reaching out after the incident. However, I wasn't going to be the first one to reach out. He had left us, not the other way around.

“Did you know Rooster was going to be a part of this detachment?” My friend Phoenix asked from the other side of the pool table.

I shook my head and leaned over the table, lining my cue up with the white ball. “I’ll act civil as long as he does.”

“Phoenix.” Rooster said, tipping his imaginary hat. He walked up behind me and stopped, “And who might this be?”

I took the shot and the 10 and 12 balls went into the same pocket. I spun around and was amused by the surprised look on his face.

“Fox.”

“Rooster.”

I glanced over at Phoenix who had a mischievous smile on her face. I placed the cue on the table and turned back to Rooster.

“How've you been, Fox?” he said, leaning against the pool table beside me. “Have you taken up farming since the last time I saw you?” He asked, making fun of the overalls I was wearing.

“You’re so funny,” I muttered, grabbing my bottle of beer from the counter. He reached out and took it from me before I could take a sip, “Sure, you can have it. I wasn't drinking that.”  

He chugged the rest of my beer and sat it back down on the counter, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

I narrowed in on him and rolled my eyes, “Why on earth would you think I want to talk to you?”

“Listen Fox, I know the last time I saw you it didn't go well. But if we are both going to be here, and most likely flying together, we need to forget the past and move on.”

I barely waited until he was finished, “I am not going to let it go.”

“It was a stupid fight! I was drunk, it never should have happened-”

I shook my head, “No, that I can get over, I'm over it already. What I won't get over is you leaving all those years ago and forgetting about me. You may have thought you were hurting dad when you left, but the only person you really hurt was me.”

He stood there silent for a moment. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but what he did do was walk away without saying a word.

I scoffed, “Well, that was pointless.” I shook my head, frustrated with what just happened. Before I could say another word, the music that was blaring through the bar ceased and the sound of the piano echoed through the bar. I immediately knew what song the person was playing, the memories flooding through my mind.

I spun around to see Rooster sitting on the piano bench, his finger beckoning me over.

I couldn't help but smile as I walked over to the piano, the crowd parting ways to let me through. I hadn't sung in front of strangers in a really long time, the last time I had was probably with Rooster on this exact piano. But when Penny stood there holding the microphone out to me, encouraging me to sing, I knew it was the right time to pick it up again.

I jumped up onto the top of the piano right as Rooster started playing the beginning notes of the song, ‘Somebody to Love’ by Queen. Our favorite song when we were kids.

“Each morning I get up I die a little, can barely stand on my feet,” I belted out, the lyrics coming back to me.

“Take a look at yourself in the mirror, and cry, yeah yeah,” Rooster sang along with me.

“Lord, what you’re doing to me! I have spent all my years believing you, but I just can't get no relief, Lord! Somebody…”

Rooster echoed, “Somebody.”

“Ooh, somebody”

We sang together, “Can anybody find me!”

“Somebody to love,” And that is when it all came back to me.

I jumped up on the top of the bar, Rooster cheering me on “I work hard, every day of my life. I work 'til I ache my bones. At the end..”

Rooster sang louder than I'd ever heard him sing, “At the end of the day!”

“I take home my hard-earned pay all on my own. I go down on my knees and I start to pray, 'til the tears run down from my eyes, Lord!”

“Somebody,” The crowd joined in.

I sang, “Oh, somebody!”

“Somebody!” Rooster yelled.

“Can anybody find me,” I smiled at Phoenix and our friends who stood around the Piano singing too, “Somebody to love, ohhh! I work hard…”

“She works hard!” Rooster pointed at me and I smiled.

“Everyday. And I try and I try and I try,” I screamed into the microphone, “But everybody wants to put me down, they say I'm going crazy! They say I got a lot of water in my brain, I got no common sense, she’s got nobody left to believe in. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

I winked at Rooster as he tipped his sunglasses and performed the next part for the fully engaged crowd, “Got no feel, I got no rhythm,I just keep losing my beat. I'm OK, I'm alright, I ain't gonna face no defeat. I just gotta get out of this prison cell, one day i’m gonna be free, Lord!”

“Come on, we know you all know the lyrics to this song,” I said to the crowd and they all started singing.

“Find somebody to love, find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love,” The crowd chanted the words.

Our friends joined in, “Somebody!”

“Somebody,” I sang back to them.

“Somebody,” Rooster yelled in my direction.

I jumped down from the bar and sat beside him, “Can anybody find me,” he smiled at me and I smiled back at him. “Somebody to love!”

Everyone in the bar cheered and I stood up and took a bow. I felt Rooster standing up behind me and I turned to face him.

“I’m sorry, Fox. My fight was with your dad. I should have never left like that, left you. I regret it everyday,” He said, looking down at me.

I looked down at my hands that I didn't realize were shaking then back up at him, “It’s alright, I forgive you.”

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Glastonbury Adventures - Colin Shea x Reader

A/N: In honour of Glastonbury weekend here’s a smutty one shot featuring our favourite musician! I totally blame this on @thefallenbibliophilequote​ for tagging me in a Colin gifset and reminding me how perfect he is!

Summary: You and Colin have some fun at Glastonbury

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Public-ish sex! Unprotected Sex! Little bit of angst at the end!

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For as long as you’ve known Colin you’ve known how much he wants to go to Glastonbury. Every year he’d clear his schedule for that weekend so he could sit and watch all the livestreams he could.

“It’s iconic! Any musician knows if you’ve played Glastonbury you’ve made it, and god imagine playing the pyramid stage” he’d exclaim shaking his head in wonder.

So when you told him you’d gotten tickets to the festival for his birthday he could hardly contain his excitement. It was like watching a kid being told they were going to Disney World. And lets just say he showed you how grateful he was that night, multiple times.

From the moment the plane landed Colin was like a ball of energy waiting to explode. You were so happy to see him so excited.

“Holy shit I can’t actually believe we’re here” Colin exclaimed as he looked out at the fields of Worthy farm.

“C’mon we better go find a good place to set up camp” you smile wrapping your arm around his waist.

“God I can’t wait, I don’t care if it rains the entire time we’re here, because its fucking Glastonbury” Colin grins wrapping his arm around you, kissing your temple before leading you off to the camping ground.

“Just be aware we can’t really shower here so don’t do too much mud wallowing” you point out laughing.

Thankfully the weather was perfect, sunny and warm all day, everyday. You and Colin had the best time exploring the different fields, drinking more cider than you probably should and listening to some amazing music from all the different stages.

It was late in the afternoon on the Sunday and you and Colin were stood near the back of the crowd at the pyramid stage listening to the band currently performing. You were stood in front of Colin who had his arms wrapped around you as you swayed side to side to the beat of the music.

“Hey” Colin muttered as he pressed a kiss to the exposed skin on your shoulder “I’m not bothered about listening to these guys so why don’t we go find something else”

You nod your head in agreement “sure what other stage are you thinking off?”

“I wasn’t thinking of going to a stage” Colin hums pressing another kiss to your neck.

You look over your shoulder at him about to question what he meant when you saw the look on his face “you have your I wanna have sex face on, why do you have your I wanna have sex face on?”

Colin gives you a look as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious’

“Colin we can’t, there’s nowhere we could go” you point out keeping your voice low.

“There’s plenty of places, our tent being the tamest option” Colin says “think about it, everyone is out listening to music or getting drunk, the camping ground is gonna be deserted right now”

“But what if we get caught?” You say shaking your head.

“That’s all part of the fun” Colin grins with a wink.

His hands move to your hips grabbing them possessively, pulling you back so you could feel his erection pressing against your ass. You had to bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning right there and then.

“So what do you say?” Colin whispers in your ear.

You look over your shoulder at him, biting your lower lip as you nodded your head in agreement. The lopsided grin on Colin’s face grew as he leant down to kiss you deeply before quickly guiding you out of the crowds.

The two of you quickly made your way back to your tent, not caring if you looked like two horny teenagers.

Once you found and reached your tent you grabbed hold of Colin’s hand quickly stopping him and turning him around to face you. He looked back at you slightly confused for a moment but quickly recovered when you grabbed him by the nape of his neck and crashing his lips down to yours. He instantly responded grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. You ran your hand down his chest until you reached his prominent bulge, cupping and grabbing it making him groan.

You take a couple steps back smirking at him, bending over to give him the perfect view of your ass as you unzipped and stepped inside your tent. Once inside the tent you quickly pulled off the crochet crop top you wore, leaving you naked from the waist up.

You could hear Colin muttering to himself outside the tent as you lay down, propping yourself up on your elbows. As he stepped inside the tent he froze slightly when he saw you.

“Fuck” he repeated under his breath, quickly zipping the tent shut.

Once closed off from the world he quickly whipped off his top before pouncing on you. He cupped your cheek as he kissed you deeply, hips settling between your legs as his tongue delved inside your mouth.

You tilted your head back as his lips travelled from yours, nipping and sucking at your skin as he moved over your jawline and neck. Your fingers weaved through his hair, tugging at the short strands as he attacked your collarbone down to your clavicle. Your back arching when he finally reached the spot you wanted him the most. His lips wrapping around your erect nipple, flicking it with his tongue, forcing you to bite back a loud moan. His dexterous fingers giving your other breast equal attention, pinching and massaging.

His attentions move further south down your body, your breath hitching when he reached the waistband of your shorts. Glancing up at you through his lashes, which you were always so jealous of because they were so thick and long, he undid the button of your denim shorts, hooking his fingers over the waistband and your panties before pulling them down teasingly slowly.

You watch as he sits back on his ankles, licking his lips as he looked down at you “fuck so wet already?” he mutters shaking his head.

“I’m always wet for you” you say biting your lower lip as you grin down at him.

A smirk grows on his face as he crawls back up you “well in that case…” he mutters before pressing a kiss to your lips “I’m never letting you leave this tent ever again” he practically growls.

As he kisses you, his hand dips between your bodies, cupping your core. He slowly drags two fingers up your slit, collecting your juices, swiping across your clit in a teasing manner. You roll your hips in a desperate attempt to get him to touch you where you needed it most but he just removes his hand completely. You watch as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean of your essence.

“My favourite taste in the world” he hums before shifting back down your body “but I’m gonna need more than just a taste” he says eyes almost completely black with lust.

You were going to say a snarky remark along the lines of having a three course meal but the words die in your throat as he licks a long stipe up your slit before diving in with no hesitation. Your hand flew to his hair, gripping the short strands as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue delving deep inside you, leaving you desperately struggling to hold back your moans.

“let it all out baby girl, I wanna hear everything” Colin says, his voice reverberating against your clit.

“but-“ you gasp struggling to your brain to communicate with your mouth.

“no one’s around, I wanna hear you scream” Colin smirks before he attacks once more, not giving you the chance to stop yourself, a loud moan falling from your lips.

“fuck colin- I’m- I’m close” you gasp throwing your head back, your back arching.

“I know baby girl, let go” Colin groans, sliding two fingers into you as he sucked on your clit.

At that you felt your orgasm crash over you in a tsunami like wave. Your body spasaming as you came with a large cry, your arousal flooding Colins mouth. He however lapped up everything he gave him.

“fuck” you mutter as you came down from your high.

Colin grinned as he moved back up you “too tired to carry on?” he smirks.

“never in a million years” you pant, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, pulling his lips down to yours, moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips.

As he kisses you, your hands trail down his chest until your reach the waistband on his shorts. Your nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning them, his hands joining yours as you pushed his shorts down.

Once his shorts were discarded you push against his shoulders, moving so he was now below you as you straddled his skinny hips. He looked up at you in surprise for a moment before a smirk grew on his face.

“take what you need baby girl” he smirks.

You grin down at him, wrapping your fingers around his erection giving him a few gently pumps “that’s exactly what I plan on doing” you wink.

You line him up at your entrance before slowly sinking down on to him, the both of you groaning at the sensation of him filling you up. No matter how many times you’ll have sex with Colin you’ll never get used to his size, and you didn’t want to either. Once you were fully seated you began slowly rolling your hips, causing the both of you to moan loudly.

As you picked up the pace, Colin’s hands moved to your hips to guide you and encourage you to move faster and harder. Your hands resting against his chest, feeling his pecs tense as you rode his cock.

“fuck baby girl you feel so good” Colin groaned as he started to rut up into you “shit please tell me you’re close”

You could only nod, your ability to speak completely gone in your sex driven haze.

“let go baby girl, come all over my cock” Colin encourages, his hand slipping between your bodies to run circles around your clit.

With that added sensation you came with a loud cry, throwing your head back, trying desperately to keep moving until Colin found his high. Thankfully he continued to guide your hips, rutting up into you, doing all of the work as your body turned to jello. You walls pulsated around him as he hit his high, painting your walls with his spend.

You finally collapsed on top of him, the tent silent with the exception of your pants as you both fought to catch your breath. As Colin wrapped his arms around you, you lifted your head to smile blissfully up at him, he smiled back at you, brushing some hair from your face before kissing you sweetly.

The two of you remained like this in silence just enjoying each other’s company, for an unknown amount of time. The sound of the festival in the background as you just relaxed in each other’s embrace.

“I wish we could come here every year” Colin sighed quietly, his fingers running absentmindedly up and down your back.

“hey you never know, in a few years you could be performing here and we could be having green room sex” you smirk.

Colin lets out a snort of laughter “yeah right”

“hey don’t sell yourself short, you guys are amazing, easily the best band in Boston, you sell out every gig you do” you tell him lifting your head so you could look at him properly “I’m already having to beat wannabe groupies back with a stick”

Colin lets out a small chuckle at that “I dunno, its just- I just think sometimes if it was gonna happen it would have happened already, and I should just cut my losses and get a real job”

You sit up properly hearing this, your hands resting on his chest making sure he was looking up at you “hey no stop talking like that” you tell him harshly.

“I mean it Y/N, it would mean we could afford more trips like this, I don’t like that the only reason we were able to go was because you paid for it” Colin sighs his hand moving up and down your side.

“I don’t care, this was your birthday present!” you state shaking your head down at him “Colin you can’t give up your dream, you’ve worked so hard and you’re so good and your big break is coming soon I can feel it”

“but what if it doesn’t?” he sighs still unconvinced.

“then make it, send your demo to every record label out there until one responds and keep going” you tell him gently “and honestly Colin I don’t care how much you earn, which is actually pretty good, I’d rather watch my boyfriend rock out on stage than live in a fancy apartment or go on loads of different holidays”

“really?” Colin asks arching a brow, uncertain.

“100%, because I love you” you smile wiping away some glitter that had fallen from your face onto his nose.

“I love you too, so, so much” he smiles cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply.

“now do you wanna go watch the headliner, or have round 2 before everyone gets back?” you ask with a smirk.

A grin grows on Colin’s face as he flips the both of your over so he was above you “round two every time” he grins.

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