#it’s 4 AM. this is going in the queue so you won’t see it for a bit but FUCKKKKK

[remitro]

made this in one day possessed by autism and otherworldly motivation . i don’t even make animatics man what the hell cbeeduo is just that strong

[antiquarianfics]

Slow Down

An object in motion stays in motion until acted upon by an outside force. In this case, you’re the object and Bucky is the outside force.

a/n: i’ve been so busy, so this is self indulgent. i work full time, am student teaching, and have my own classes. what’s a moment to breathe?

warnings: none! just your run of the mill unproofed comfort fic.

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It had been a busy few months. You had been sent on mission after mission, had to fill out paperwork galore, had to attend a government gala on behalf of the Avengers, and had to fit training in when you weren’t doing all that. So, yeah. Busy.

You’re tired. So tired. It’s the kind of tired that you start to get comfortable with. It seeps into your bones, enters your blood stream, and enters your lungs like oxygen. It becomes apart of you, and you become accustomed to the exhaustion, become able to operate on 4, 5 hours of sleep.

You’re so tired because you’re going so fast, doing so much. You aren’t even aware of how your relationships begin to suffer, how your health begins to suffer. In fact, you don’t even slow down enough to get your bearings until someone stops you.

“Woah, hey, slow down!” Bucky exclaims, his left hand reaching out to grab your bicep.

You skid to a stop, a few steps past Bucky. You turn around a little frazzled.

“Oh, hey, babe! Almost didn’t see you!” You quickly lean up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I do have to go, though. I’ve gotta get a workout in before that press conference Fury organized.”

Bucky lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you close and trapping you in his arms.

“Doll, when was the last time you just took a second to breathe?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Bucky says a little indignantly, “you’ve been busy—really busy. You’re barely sleeping and I don’t think I’ve seen you sit down to eat anything in weeks. I miss you, and I’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out.”

You stare into his face, taking in the worry etched in his brow, the concern in his eyes, and the downturn of his lips.

Then, you take a moment to consider his words. You know you’ve been busy, but have you really not been sleeping? Eating? In fact, when was the last time you really sat down next to Bucky outside of a quinjet? You’re not sure, and when you realize as much, it’s like the glass wall breaks. You feel the exhaustion that had seeped into your bones, your blood, your breath. You feel yourself sag, falling into your boyfriend’s arms.

You let out a deep breath as a few stray tears begin to fall from your eyes. You don’t know what to say, but you know Bucky is right. You’re tired, running on fumes, and now that you’ve acknowledged it, you feel it.

“I’m so tired, Buck,” you admit as he pulls you close against his chest, arms wrapping around you protectively.

“I know, Doll. I know. You’re allowed to rest. You deserve to rest. You don’t have to do everything for everyone all the time,” he assures.

“How about I tell Fury we won’t be at the press conference? There’ll be enough Avengers there; they won’t miss us. And we can watch a movie and order a pizza.”

You nod.

“Yeah, ok. That sounds nice.”

So, you do just that. Bucky cancels your appointments and orders food. He takes you back to your room, lets you shower, gets some warm pajamas for you to change into, queues up the movie, and finally cuddles up next to you on your bed. The two of you just sit together, enjoying each other’s company, making comments about the movie and sharing anecdotes with one another for as long as you feel like. Finally, towards the end of the movie, you feel your eyelids begin to get heavy.

“Bucky?” You call tiredly.

Bucky hums in response, letting his fingers play gently with your hair.

“Thank you.”

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[cryptid-artha]

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You come up to the bakery, the wagon rolling noisily behind you. You peer through the window as you try to pep talk yourself into going inside. You near the door but shy away as someone else does the same. You wait for them to go in before you do the same.

The door hits the wagon as you draw it inside. It’s bit of a hassle to get it through and there isn’t much room between the counter, the customers, and the table. You’re just in everyone’s way.

“Hey,” your name slices through the dread, “over here.”

You spin and see Chris standing behind a table against the wall. You clear your throat and put your head down, murmuring excuse mes as you weave your way through the queue. You steer the wagon up next to the table and bend the handle back.

“I was getting nervous,” he says.

You look at him. What does he mean?

“I got you some pie,” he gestures to the table, “but uh, wasn’t sure if you do tea or coffee.”

“I’m okay,” you sit and fold your arms, trying to shrink down as the business of the place makes you sweat.

“I still gotta grab myself a coffee, so I don’t mind,” he stays standing.

“It’s fine,” you stare at the pie. It looks delicious but it feels like a trap.

“Well, then, I’ll just have to guess,” he shrugs and backs away.

He marches over to join the line of customers. You hunch down as you peek over at him. His hair is shaved close on the sides, the top a bit longer, softer looking, and his goatee looks thicker than your first meeting. The shadow of stubble darkens his jaw and adds to its squareness. You think he’s older than you, he must be.

He holds his wallet in his hand, tapping it on his thigh as he waits. The muscles in his arms tense with each move. His biceps are huge. You shouldn’t stare like that.

You turn to look at the pie. It’s just pie; pastry, sugar, and apple. So why does it taunt you?

You wallow in the internal battle. You can’t unwind the riddle that is this stranger. Why did you agree to come here? You could’ve just told your grandma his name and she’d leave you alone. Well, you’ve always been terrible at saying no.

“Honey cinnamon latte,” Chris startles you as he sits across from you, clinking down a large bowled cup in front of you as he puts his own at the other end.

“Um,” you blink and swallow tightly, “thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiles. You look at the dusting of cinnamon across the foam. Silence bubbles up between you, the buzz of the other customers doing nothing for the tension. “You know, I haven’t gotten out much. My first trip to town.”

You nod and wring your hands in your lap.

“You come here often? It’s a nice place?”

You shake your head.

“Right, uh,” he crosses his arms over the table and leans forward, “you haven’t tried the pie.”

You bite the inside of your lip and reach for the fork. You slice off the corner of the slice and lean forward to take a bite. You feel him watching you as you scoop it into your mouth and you meet his unwavering gaze. You quickly pull the fork away and chew.

You choke down the flaky crust and try to smile, “it’s good.”

He sighs and brings a hand up to prop his chin in. He squints at you, “you don’t like me.”

“Hm?” Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, “No, I didn’t–”

“I’m being pretty damn nice here,” he grits, “and you won’t even look at me.”

“I’m… sorry, I’m just…” nervous, useless, shy, broken, stupid… You could go on but you’re too embarrassed to say it out loud. “I wasn’t… I just came to get groceries.”

“I’m confused,” he says promptly and drops his arm again, sitting up as he keeps his elbows on the table, “you walk all the way up to my place and give me a sweet little pie, then run away like I’m some sort of monster.”

“Well, I… I was just… my grandma sent me,” you chuff out, “I’m sorry, I’m…” you put the fork down and reach for your satchel. You pull out your change purse and look over at the menu, “I’ll pay you back for the pie and coffee.”

“Keep your damn money,” he growls and you flinch, sitting up straight at the harshness in his tone. “It’s my treat. I want you to enjoy it. If you’d just relax.”

You stare at him. His jaw ticks and he clutches his hands tightly together. His knuckles turn white as his arms flex against the constraint of his tee shirt.

The change purse slips out of your hands and sends coins all around. You squeak and slip off the chair to gather up the mess. You reach around the wagon as you feel the eyes of everyone else witnessing your disaster. As you reach the other wheel, Chris meets you with a handful of nickels and dimes.

You take them shamefully and stuff them away. The thought of paying him back with scrounged up coins chafes in your cheeks. This can’t get any more humiliating.

“Thanks,” you clasp the change purse shut and stand. You look at the wagon then the table. You’ve already upset him, you should just sit down and be polite, just like Grandma would tell you.

You resume your seat and pull close the cup. You bend to inhale the scent of cinnamon. He watches your every move. You peer up at him, eyes glazing with unspent tears.

“It smells really good,” you squeak out. He nods and stares. You lift the cup and take a dainty sip, patting away the residue with your knuckle, “it’s really good. Thank you, Chris.”

The agitation twitches in his jaw one last time and he lets his shoulders relax. He reaches across to nudge the pie closer to you. You grab the fork again and line up the plate with the large cup. Your stomach churns even as the sweet aroma tempts you.

“Where I’m from,” he leans in as you poke at the flaky criss cross of the crust, “people aren’t so nice.”

You blink at him as the edge in his voice tingles down your spine.

“We operate on respect,” he says tersely.

You hover the forkful of pie above the plate and gulp. Your lips part as you stare at him. What did you do wrong?

“Do you know what respect is?” He sneers.

“Sir–”

“That’s a start,” he interjects hotly, “respect is accepting a damn gift with a smile on your face, sugar.”

Your cheeks pinch and your eyes tinge. You make yourself smile and shovel the pie into your mouth. You flick your lashes against the swell in your throat. 

“That’s it,” he scoffs, “you’re learning.”

[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 4

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Summary: Loki comes home to find Violet missing. A/N: Thank you to everyone who supported me in continuing this series. I'm sorry it took longer than expected. Thank you for being invested in these characters as I am. I wanna thank @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA and @michelleleewise for all the wonderful ideas. You two are the absolute best! 🥰 Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: 1.8K Tags/Warnings: Lots of angst.

Loki arrived hours later, barging into your shared room. His nerves unable to relax until he held you in his arms again.

“Darling.” He called out to you. He ran into the en suite to see if your nausea had gotten the best of you again but you weren’t there. “FRIDAY, where is Agent Moreau?”

“She is not in the compound, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“What do you mean she’s not in the compound? Where is she? Did she leave?” Loki started to shake. His nightmare from hours ago crept toward the back of his mind. Clawing at him.

“Her last known location was in your bedroom, sir.” The AI answered.

“She’s not here FRIDAY. Can you please pull the security camera footage from outside the hall? Queue her last appearance please?” FRIDAY obeyed and relayed the image on the television screen hung above the fireplace.

He watched you walking back and forth between your old room and his room. You had items in your hands, clothes, and some small keepsakes. The last image of you was closing the door to your shared room and that was it.

Loki tried your cell phone. He heard it ring on the bedside table. He went to the nightstand, noticing a folded piece of paper with his name on it.

What in the nine realms?! “Since when have I ever given her the impression that she was never enough?” The letter made him seethe. But more pressingly, it made him worried. “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson?”

“Where’s Violet?”

“Current location for Agent Moreau is unknown.”

“Where’s Dr. Banner?” Loki growled in agitation.

“In his laboratory, sir,” FRIDAY answered. He swiftly walked through the halls and down to the elevators, trying to make his way to see Bruce. “How did she leave the building?”

“Unknown,” FRIDAY answered, keeping in time with the prince. Her voice followed him through the speakers like a sentient being. He pushed the call for the elevator. His anger causing a minor crack in the button. He decided that it was taking too long and opted to go down the stairwell.

Taking two steps at a time, Loki made quick work of descending the stairs. “Did she tell anyone she was leaving?” He asked FRIDAY once he got back inside the building hallway.

“Unknown.”

“Is she hurt? Was she taken? Why hasn’t anyone filed a missing person’s report for her?” The doors of multiple labs and offices whizzed past him on his way to Bruce’s laboratory.

“Unknown.”

“Is there anything that you do know?” he yelled up into the closest speaker.

“I know plenty of information, Mr. Laufeyson. I just have no knowledge of what you are inquiring about.”

Loki opened Bruce’s lab with an angry flourish.

“She’s gone!” Loki yelled. Bruce dropped the small blow torch he had in his hands at Loki’s entrance.

“Geez, Loki. Warn a man before you enter his lab. I could’ve been carrying something explosive!”

“Bruce. She-She’s gone. I have no idea where she is. FRIDAY is of NO HELP!” Loki yelled to the ceiling. “She could be hurt! She could’ve been taken. I had a horrible dream earlier and now I’ve come home to find the love of my life gone!”

“Whoa, whoa Loki. Settle down. Violet is gone?” Bruce asked, trying to calm him.

“Yes! I come home and all I found was this note on her nightstand next to her phone.” Loki threw the note down to the table and Bruce picked it up to read. “How do I even get in contact with her? What if she was taken and this is all a- a ploy? Some ruse to make me think she left me, so I won’t go looking for her?”

“Loki…”

“She could be hurt. She could be manipulated and used.”

“Loki…”

“Thanos could be torturing her right now.”

“Loki!” Bruce roared, looking a little green around his neck. Loki immediately stopped pacing and huffed. “Calm down, please.”

“I can’t, Bruce. I nearly lost her last time. And we both lost our child. I can’t lose her again. Not like this.”

Bruce sighed. Thinking about that night gave him heartache. You came home from a nearly fatal gunshot wound and all he remembers was your distraught face and the dark secret you had asked him and Strange to keep.

He wondered how long you were going to keep up the charade. You couldn’t hide your changing body forever. Everyone was bound to notice. The fact that the God of Lies hasn’t picked up on anything untoward was incredible on your part.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Loki. And I’m sorry about this,” Bruce says holding up the note and handing it back to him. “But what is this about Thanos and torturing her? Start from the beginning,” Bruce asked trying to change the subject.

Loki recounted everything that has happened since he hung up the phone with you. His readiness to talk. The horrifying dream he had. Then coming home to find your letter and watched you act suspiciously in the security footage.

“Nothing adds up, Bruce! One minute she’s in our room, the next she’s gone?! No footage of her leaving. No sign of any of the vehicles being taken. Her clothes are gone. Her weapons…”

Loki stood there running his hands through his hair and pulling it. He looked as crazed as the day he set foot on earth trying to conquer it for Thanos.

“Loki. I will help you find her,” Bruce volunteered.

“You will?”

“I can tell that you love her, greatly. And by the way she ended this note, I know that she loves you too. You guys just have a lot to work through. A LOT!” Bruce reasoned. “She has a tendency to run, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she does. I just thought that I would be running right by her side, is all,” Loki sighed. “I mean…how could she think that Bruce? How could she think she was unworthy?”

“I…might know…something about that,” Thor chimed in.

“Blessed Yggdrasil!”  Loki shrieked. “How long have you been there?”

“I’ve been here since before you came in!” Thor said indignantly. “We’ve been testing out Mjolnir’s heat…”

“Wonderful, Thor! Now, back to my predicament. What exactly do you know?” Loki demanded.

Thor sighed, “When we were on our last mission together…”

“Where you let her get shot, yes…”

“Before she got shot, we were discussing the future of the baby. Our traditions. How the child would’ve been whisked away to start training as a royal heir and guardian of the nine realms.”

“You WHAT?!”

“We talked about how you would be king one day if you chose to do so, and she might become queen.”

“Why would say that? We haven’t even discussed anything of the sort!”

“She wanted to know!”

“So, you’re telling me…that you told the mother of my unborn child…that we would’ve taken her baby away from her. To be raised as a warrior…or…or however, father saw fit, without her concern?”

“I didn’t put it in those words, Loki. She wanted to understand why you were so upset. And I told her that you just wanted the best for her and that you didn’t want her to give up her lifestyle. So, as per our traditions, the child would’ve been taken and raised...OOHHH, I see where I made the mistake.”

“YOU IMBECILE!” Loki yelled as he grabbed the small torch from where Bruce had placed it. In his hands, the blaze had grown higher, as if it were a sword made of flame. Thor rounded the table and backed away hoping to put Bruce in between them.

“Bruce, step away. There will be no saving my brother from the hellfire I will unleash,” Loki threatened.

“Loki, calm down. Thor, please don-don’t put me in the middle of this,” Bruce said exasperated.

“I will help you, Loki! I promise. I will help you look for Violet.” Thor tried to placate him. Loki swung the makeshift weapon and Bruce dodged it early enough to not get singed, leaving Thor to face Loki alone.

“Why would you spout nonsense to her, when I hadn’t had the chance to talk to her about it myself? No wonder she ran off! You took her choice away from her! She either loses our child or loses her freedom. No wonder she ran. She got scared.”

“Well, I guess it really didn’t matter in the end…” Thor said carelessly, more to himself but said it out loud. Before he could retract his statement, Loki swung the flame sword toward him again.

Loki saw red. His ears began ringing and the pain was the only thing he felt at being robbed of a life with you and the pain of losing the child. He yelled out loud. A plume of green seidr erupted around him. The smoke expanded out and then came back in, centering on Thor. A minor shake was felt all around the compound.

When Loki had finished yelling, and the dust finally settled, Bruce made his way over toward Loki.

“Loki? Thor?” Bruce coughed, fanning the debris away from him. Loki emerged from the smolder, squeezing a frog in his hands. Loki pushed the frog toward Bruce’s chest.

“I’ll change him when I have calmed down. If he’s lucky.” Loki growled at the frog. With a flick of his wrist, Loki opened the lab doors and walked out, taking the flume of smoke with him.

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[rubber-soul-daily]

Bonjour, welcome to Rubber Soul Daily!

I post lyrics from the album Rubber Soul by The Beatles daily, two words every day As of 9/25/24, I am posting 4 words every day.. I’m not bothering to schedule posts just because it’s easier to queue them, nor am I bothering to count lyrics because I don’t have much time and will inevitably lose count halfway through.

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#rubber soul daily for daily lyrics

#not rubber soul for non-lyric posts

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Current song: Drive My Car

“Love” counter: 4 (may take a while to update!)

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Rubber Soul Tracklist:

Drive My Car

Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)

You Won’t See Me

Nowhere Man

Think For Yourself

The Word

Michelle

What Goes On

Girl

I’m Looking Through You

In My Life

Wait

If I Needed Someone

Run For Your Life

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Q&A:

Q: What’s your main?

A: My main is @joen-lenawley. You may also know me from @john-winston-ono-lennon and @beatals-forsale if you’re in the Beatles fandom, or @accidental-tally-hall-reference if you’re coming from the Dailyverse. You can find a full list of my side blogs on my Carrd, which is pinned on my main!

Q: What pronouns do you use?

A: I use she/her.

Q: Favorite track on Rubber Soul?

A: It changes all the time, but I’m currently obsessed with “Girl” and “Think For Yourself”.

Q: Is Rubber Soul your favorite Beatles album?

A: My favorite album also varies a lot, but it is definitely one of my faves.

Q: Do you include punctuation/capitalization?

A: I’ll include punctuation if I see it in the lyrics I search up on Google, but all words will have the first letter capitalized.

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Here’s a bunch of picrews plus a sketch of Michelle! Dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes are so hard to find…

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A: To make this more manageable, I won’t be posting backing vocals. So, unfortunately, no.

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Au revoir, dear reader! Until we meet again!

[charliemaepark]

Low-key feel weird making this my first post and not a book review but here we are. This is essentially a rant about my own stupidity. So I have been slowly listening to The Poppy War trilogy books on Spotify (they’re very good 100% recommend). I read the first one last summer and decided to finish them recently in audio format. Well I’m on the second one right now (please no spoilers) and I have about 6.5 hrs till the end so around 3 on 2X speed. Anyways I’m listening to this book in the car before school like usual and then as I was getting out of the car to go to school my AirPods case fell out of my pocket. So I go to take my AirPod out like the good student I am before class and realize I don’t have the case. I checked on find my iPhone and it says the AirPods are at home and so I gaslit myself into thinking that I just forgot them at home. I then proceeded to stick the AirPod I had in my ear in my wallet. Now if you know anything about how AirPods work you’ll know that when they’re not in your ear they won’t play anything but they’re also touch sensitive (they’re not all knowing, I know it’s crazy). Anyways so essentially when I stuck it in my wallet it continued to be connected to my phone. Well whatever right like I don’t need the sound on my phone during math class anyways RIGHT? No WRONG essentially I got in the car after class to see if my AirPod was alive and I could listen to the audio book just to see a message from Spotify in my email inbox. “Your listening hours are up if you would like to purchase more click the link”. Queue me going “what?!? I thought I had like 3-4 more left (enough to finish the book) this is crazy wtf”. I did have 3-4 more left. However turns out my AirPod staying connected to my phone was a big deal. It listened to my WHOLE audiobook. Not only did it burn the rest of my hours I also have no clue where I am. Anyways the subscription renews the 6th and I’m not paying $30 for 3 hrs of an audiobook nor does my library have the audio format so I will be patiently waiting.

[zuuriell]

i felt like doing something so imma do this for the month! i’ll put all my answers below the cut because it’ll probably get quite long lol

1. Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (aka POTS)

2. well, it’s pretty complicated 😭 i’ve had some symptoms for probably like a year, but around late april/early may this year i couldn’t even shower or stand up too long from how bad it got. the uk healthcare system is absolute shit though, so even tho i’ve been a&e multiple times and tried to explain how much it’s all been affecting me, i still don’t get to see a cardiologist until february 2024 :( but we’ve ruled out other options of what it could be, and my mum’s cardiologist friend agreed when i said i thought i had POTS, and my GP agrees, and my potsie friends agree so i’m kinda like unofficially diagnosed as of now?

3. relating to the last point, i am not officially diagnosed yet because of the slow asf NHS so yeah :,) but i mean to figure out what i was experiencing was POTS, it did take me like 8 months? but probably around 10 for me to accept the fact that i most likely have it too 😭 an official diagnosis unless i can rack up the money to go private is probably gonna take me like another year at this rate, but hopefully it won’t be that long

4. i have to pick just one? LOL uhh probably the blood pooling! it’s so annoying because especially when im out and about, i can’t be with my legs in the air 24/7 so it’s always bound to happen. compression socks help but only to an extent, and it stops me from doing so muchhhh :( it means that queueing for things and standing for more than a couple minutes is so so much harder, and if i have too much blood pooling in one day then my can legs ache for DAYS after that. it’s so painful and annoying and just aaghhh i hate it

5. on a regular day: i wake up, chug water which i leave by my bed for the mornings, get out of bed slowly and walk downstairs to make breakfast. i chug electrolytes and go for a short dog walk, then come home to do schoolwork and my family make lunch/dinner so i don’t have to stand around too long. i’ll make sure i get any chores done that i can, and i’ll try to chill in the evening

on a bad day/flareup: i wake up a lot later, have my electrolytes with water and only get out of bed when i need to. i’ll do schoolwork from my bed (if i feel well enough to concentrate), and have salty snacks rather than proper meals, unless my family make me anything. i stretch from bed to combat deconditioning, and if i feel decent enough i can have a bath

6. i don’t have access to any specific medication unfortunately, so i currently just manage with painkillers when my chronic pain is extra bitchy + anti-nausea meds when i feel sicky

7. salt sachets (the little ones you get at like mcdonald’s and stuff) to shove in my purse/pocket in case symptoms flare while i’m out, compression garments, electrolyte tablets, and a recliner bed so i can raise my legs more when resting

8. electrolyte drinks!! not the tablets though (i hate the taste of all the tablets except like 1 lol) - my fav is making electrolyte drinks from scratch! at the moment i really love iced lemon water with honey and salt. i also saw smth about this fancy coconut water drink to make so i may try that and it may become my favourite :0

9. salty crackers, salt and vinegar/ready salted crisps, mcdonalds fries (stfu i know these aren’t healthy but they’re my favs 😭), pretzels, nuts

+ my fav foods to dump a bunch of salt on: pasta, veggies and dips (SALTED CUCUMBER IS SO GOOD), pizza, chips, soup, risotto, probs almost anything i eat tbh

10. i’ve only got one pair but i love them so shoutout to my knee-length black compression socks <3

11. i don’t have any 🥲 i really wish i could have a cane or maybe even a rollator but my family make fun of me and i can’t afford one lolsies

12. i try to do some stretching in bed so that i can safely work against deconditioning, keeping very hydrated, trying to stay upstairs as much as possible so i don’t have to suffer my staircase, asking family to make food for me so i can save energy, taking pain meds when needed, having a cold bath (if possible), trying to keep preoccupied with work if i can, but if not i’ll watch movies on my ipad and stuff

fun fact: i wrote this on a flare LOL so oddly fitting and now i’ve already made myself a plan for the next few days!

13. the thing that’s helped me most is accepting that something is wrong and remembering to listen to my body. going through life pretending that i’m perfectly abled and don’t have anything wrong causes much more harm to me than letting myself rest a few days. it definitely isn’t easy though - i still find myself getting stressed over work deadlines don’t get me wrong, but i’d like to think i’m getting better at adapting to things and noticing when a flare is coming on so i can be prepared to take the time for my body to rest.

14. chairs are your best friends now. i steal the chairs/stools from the kitchen table whenever i’m doing chores standing up for more than 30 seconds. compression socks also help! OOH and if you’re using hot water/heated stuff and struggle with temperature dysreg, i usually grab myself a cup of ice to munch on or an icepack to hold on my chest so that i don’t overheat :)

15. i’m afraid i don’t have much input for this as i left school for health reasons 😭 but i suppose keeping hydrated, getting accommodations such as not too many stairs + being allowed to take more days off to rest for flares, compression gear where possible, staying high on sodium + electrolytes, and extended deadlines would be good!

16. i’m gonna sound so silly for this but i love rewatching my comfort stuff. i’ve got my fav youtubers + fav films/series all compiled in a list, and i spin a wheel to decide which one i’m gonna watch! other activities i enjoy though are reading, playing video games, doing goofy quizzes online, chatting with friends, and going on pinterest sprees!

17. leading on from the last prompt, my fav is a marvel movie - tbh all of them bring me so much comfort but my favs are avengers, black widow, loki and any of the thor films <3

18. my main support system is my wonderful boyfriend, kurtis @agere-tomhiddleston-imagines 💚💛 he’s helped me through so much and he’s so supportive of me no matter what, and i love him dearly for that (and how awesome he is in general ofc) <3 other than that, my parents are semi-supportive! they still get things wrong sometimes but overall they’ll help if i need things and they handle all the shitty healthcare workers for me so i truly appreciate them for that 😭🙏 ooh and definitely just the general online community of chronically ill people/potsies!! i love y’all so much 🫶

19. okay i don’t know if this counts because she was an orthodontist rather than a doctor/nurse, but when discussing me getting braces she asked about my medical history and i explained it all but said i haven’t been diagnosed so i understand if she can’t accommodate me. then she said to me, “hun.. just because you don’t have a piece of paper with a few words on it, doesn’t mean you aren’t ill. if you’ve got symptoms but no confirmed cause, you’ve still got the symptoms, and i’m not gonna ignore those unless you want me to” - the validation was so relieving after years of fighting for doctors to listen to me and believe me :,) ❤️

(i’ll update this throughout the month! <3)

[toomanydamnmuses]

((Making this a pinned post for those on mobile who may have trouble accessing the rules & muse list))

RULES & ABOUT MUN

General

1. PG-13 level is preferred, but I am willing to go NSFW level at times, depending on the content.

2. Swear words will be few and far between, depending on the muse of course.

3. Considering the fandom, violence is to be expected.

4. Open to AUs, canon, crossovers if I know the fandom, etc.

5. If you do not specify a muse in asks, you are automatically going to get Urahara as a response (unless another muse feels inclined to answer, but it’s usually Urahara anyways)

6. Highly Selective and private. If we are not mutuals, I will not interact in threads or one-liners. You can send in asks, but that will not guarantee a response. 

7. I do not interact with OCs, with a few exceptions: if we already know each other and have spoken for quite some time, and have had at least one semi-long thread together. Then, and only then, will I interact with your OC. Otherwise, please do not approach me. 

Shipping

8.Multi-ship for any gender. But there has to  be chemistry. Different muses have different sexualities as well, so make sure to discuss with me.

9.TO BE REPEATED FOR THE BACK: THERE MUST BE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN OUR MUSES FOR ANY AND ALL SHIPPING! There must also be chemistry between us muns, if I don’t feel as though we get along, then there won’t be a ship!

10. Any sexual or romantic relationships between muses where there is not chemistry are not ok with me! ALSO! Any/all ships of that sort where it may not necessarily be healthy, ie forced/hypnotism/etc are included amongst those that I am not comfortable with doing. One of the few exceptions is Gin/Izuru, and that is only because Izuru will be eagerly consenting.

11. No hypnotism interactions at all unless it is Aizen, and we have discussed beforehand. Not only that, but when I say hypnotism in regards to Aizen, I mean it in the context of what his zanpakuto does: changes your senses, but does not make you his slave.

12. If you are a minor, just leave. Close the tab, and get off of my blog. I will not interact with you. If your muse is a minor, we may have some discussion. In general, I am very uncomfortable with child muses. My definition of minor, for muns at the very least, is if you are BELOW THE AGE OF 21.

Courtesy

13.  If we start interacting and at any point you decide to unfollow, I will not hunt you down to demand a response or anything like that. Once I notice that you have unfollowed, I will just quietly unfollow in return and go about my business. In return, I ask that you grant me the same courtesy if I choose to unfollow first for any reason.

14. If you are the type who likes to plot, that is fine. I myself am someone who sets the muses loose and see what happens, but I can plot too. I am flexible that way.

15. Please keep in mind that mun is a fulltime student, and also have health problems and other RL situations that can sometimes get in the way. Replies can take a while, so please be patient.

16. When you reply to something I have tagged you in, such as a thread, or if you have replied to one of my asks, I will sometimes, if not always like it. The like is my way of letting you know that I have seen it, and that I will be working on my own reply (or moving it to a thread in the case of asks) as soon as I am able. In other words: it’s your sign that it is now either in my drafts or queue. But I don’t always remember to like it, as my memory is fault at best. Please feel free to come and ask me if I’ve seen it!

17. Another thing to note is that most if not all of these muses have a tendency to interact with each other. I will try to tag things appropriately, and please let me know when there is a muse that you would not like to interact with so I can try to avoid letting them poke their noses into threads that they don’t belong in.

18. My memory is extremely fickle, because of a variety of things that I have been through over the years. I will not always remember to tag things, between how little triggers me and the fact that I forget more often than not, so please proceed with caution. If you need me to tag something, let me know. If it is down in writing (typed) in a chat or something where I can look over it again, there is a better chance of me remembering. But also remember that it is up to you to remind me if I mess up, especially since I am warning you now about my memory. Be polite and respectful, and I will grant the same in return. I am only human and I will do my best to accommodate you, but it is not my job to remember all of anyone’s triggers, it is up to you to remind me if needed, or have them somewhere that I can find easily.

19. I myself am not triggered by a whole lot, but I will ask you to please tag things like sexual assault. On a good day I can handle it just fine, on a bad day I cannot, and if I am caught off-guard by it (IE an ask sent that talks about it) without necessarily expecting to see it, that can and will trigger me. Most anything else is fair game, though you can always come and ask me.

Blocking

19. I will reserve the right to block you if at any point I begin to feel uncomfortable, if you break my rules despite multiple warnings, or if I find out that you are a minor and have lied about your age. I may not always let you know that you have been blocked.

20. I try to live with the “3 strikes” rule. Which is to say, I will give you two warnings if you break my rules, the third time and you will be blocked. Depending on the severity and what rule you broke or whatever reason I may have for wanting to block you, it may be either a softblock or a hardblock. 

Mun

My name is Starry, she/her, and I am of age. As mentioned previously, I am a full-time student at a university. Beyond that, there isn’t much for you to know. Should we become close and I trust you, I might tell you more.

MAIN MUSES

Izuru Kira

Shuuhei Hisagi

Kisuke Urahara

SECONDARY MUSES

Renji Abarai

Ikkaku Madarame

Gin Ichimaru

Grimmjow Jeagerjaques

Akon (Squad 12)

Rikuu Togakushi

BY REQUEST ONLY MUSES

Tesla Lindocruz

Nnoitra Gilga

Ulquiorra Cifer

Shunsui Kyoraku

Sousuke Aizen

Szayelaporro Granz

Rangiku Matsumoto

Shinji Hirako

Uryuu Ishida

Kenpachi Zaraki

Coyote Starrk

Byakuya Kuchiki

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Juushiro Ukitake

Ichigo Kurosaki

Rukia Kuchiki

Kensei Muguruma

Rojuro (Rose) Otoribashi

Interest checker

[kuwdora]

Latest things meme... (Two posts in one day? Wonders never cease. Enjoy the ADHD flavor rambling below.)

Anyway, thank you always for the tag @kiriele!

Last song:

I have to again preface that most of my music consumption is for vid-related purposes these days.

I came across this hilarious meme that gave me my latest vid idea. It’s a photo of Paris Hilton picking out some ice cream treats, and overlaid on the treats are one Cassian Andor from Star Wars and John Silver from Black Sails. The captain reads “Actually, can I have five more of these [can’t escape the narrative] bitches?” And the OP writes “finally figured out why these two makes me so feral.”

I saw that and I felt like my third eye opened. Like. 🤯 Because there is a perfect thematic vid there showcasing these two’s specific struggles. Especially in the context of resisting an encroaching empire and and and... they really got sucked into the narrative and can't! fucking get out!! And then they end up believing in the cause (in their own ways) and ah ah ah...ahhhhh..

Okay that context being given, I went and spent all 5 minutes going “I need a song. I need a song for these two. Two sources, two voices? Maybe, maybe not. Male vocalist? Raging against the authority is punk, but I love mash-ups and pitting parallels and contrasts of with multiple musical sources. Wait, I already had a DJ artist who made this other mash-up I loved am going to use for a vid…surely he has something that could be… interesting or great for Cassian Andor and John Silver. Surely??”

Friends. Friends. Even those of you who don't know or care about vidding, this is just a sort of beautiful mini-nirvana moment when you discover the perfect song (especially so quickly).

BEHOLD. My Cassian Andor and John Silver vidsong that I may or may not make but you hear it first:

I can see the whole vid unfolding before my eyes. Frantically trying to download Black Sails and searching my 3 hard drives to make sure I had in fact nabbed Andor earlier for a different vid idea. Yet…I have so many other vid things in my queue and only so much hard drive space and brainRAM.

Currently watching:

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. I want to like it more than I do. I like elements of the characters, (La’An and Chapel are extremely compelling, Ethan Peck is bringing a great human cheekiness to his portrayal of Spock, Pike remains a great Space Dad) but there’s still something that’s not gelling fully with me. Which is sad because I am so on board with the more episodic angle again and some of the classic themes and motifs from TOS but it’s just…idk, I think I need a whole post to think aloud on it.

Currently reading:

Ahsoka by EK Johnston, Baptism of Fire by Andrzej Sapkowski. Almost done with Spin State by Chris Moriarty.

Currently obsessed with: Oh, I’m burbling with obsession…

In my reading I’m still losing my mind over how much I love Baptism of Fire. Milva sucker punching a peasant. Regis’ entrance to the narrative. ZOLTAN, sloppy drunk. Geralt dreaming of Ciri…Ciri dreaming of Geralt. 😭

Ahsoka learning how to pretend to be a Normal Twice-Orphaned Teenager. How do people interact outside wartime situations and executing battle strategy?? Honey… (I need to go look for some post-O66 Ahoska fic novels…)

ALSO!!! @dragneto has also infected me witcher fic idea that’s got me foaming at the mouth. I want to tackle the idea but I’m also dying to finish my WIP chapter first before I can play. I’m so obsessed with this ridiculously horny and sad idea.

I also have 4 vid ideas I’m chewing on like a rabid gremlin and it is definitely to the point of obsession. Mad that I won’t be able to follow through in the short or medium term…too much on the brain, lack of focus, stress from life stuff, other WIPs eating away at me.

Two Witcher ones vid ideas: my Phil vid…she’s so bad, I love her. Sexy song, lots of bad. And I am revisiting an old pan-canon humor/thirst/thematic vid about Geralt… Which is more about how the characters see him.

Then I got my Star Wars Rebels idea which I’m having technical problems that’s keeping me from starting.

…And then this Andor/Black Sails thing…

tagging @deerna and @danegen and @shetiger and @simuran and @whatkindofnameisvolta ...and anyone else who wants to go.

[loverboy-cc]

Pardon my rambling. Illness of the mental flavour this fine four in the morning.

On one hand I want to post shit as soon as I’m done drawing but I also like keeping a queue bc then my account doesn’t die for 7-14 business days when my wrists act up not from an obligation to post just bc I like seeing people interact with my art and i know I could take a break and keeping a queue makes it so I can but also I love consistency and I just because I should take breaks doesn’t mean I like doing it and I think I may spend too much time on the internet but I’m not entirely sure what else to do with myself because what else is there to do for me as someone who can’t really go out or do most normal things. I suppose I could read but I already do a lot of that not even just fanfic I read a decent amount of novels im just horribly picky and I find the process of finding novels I enjoy exausting. I could write more music too but I already do that a lot and it’s debatable if that’s better because I end up obsessing over even minor flaws. I want to redecorate my room but I’m not sure if that’s a good idea or if I’m just tired bc I’m pretty sure I forgot to take my meds last night even though I slept what felt like a normal amount. I should also go to bed now bc I did take my meds and I know that’s definitely making my current situation worse but on the other hand I want to run. Which I know is a bad idea last time i tried to go for a run my legs gave out and I was stuck in the cold for 4 hours until my roommate woke up and could bring my wheelchair and I’m not sure when my knees got this bad. Like I could never run because I was asthmatic but it was a different kind of couldn’t like I could technically run it was just a bad idea because I’d have an asthma attack. But now I can’t because I’ll fall and won’t be able to get back up or I’ll be in such severe pain I can’t get home or one time I got lost and just kinda kept walking for almost 2 hours bc I forgot my phone so I couldn’t contact anyone and I shit you not I ended up in the neighbor town (it’s not that far and I didn’t remember crossing the highway either way) and after that I barely got out of bed for like a week. Not that I get out of bed often as it anyway and I think that’s why it feels like I spend too much time online. Because I only really remember being online because it’s the best part of my day. Like I know I have one irl I could be hanging out with but also that is so much effort and I love her dearly but it’s a different kind of yearning I think. I want to be normal just for like a day I want to have friends who want to talk to me and people to spend time with irl. But I also don’t. I don’t want people I don’t want friends and I know that. I want the romanticized version of friends that don’t have drama or problems or complexity and I think that’s why I value my online friends and my mutuals so much because it fills the social need without any of the issues that come with humans and I feel horrible saying that because I know my mutuals are human but online is comfortable and the block button is always a click away and I’m not afraid to use it but also I am because what if I’ve misjudged the situation not that I’ll ever ask.

Edit I’m expanding this because my brain has gone in a very irl dangerous direction and I need to keep my hands busy lest I do something fucking stupid. Sometimes I wonder how much my apathy shows and sometimes I wonder if it’s even apathy because I am apathetic in a clinical sense but I wonder if I’m exaggerating because I get bursts of excitement or feeling but it comes and goes in minutes like. Even then direction I was going isn’t out of and particular negative emotion it was a passive thought and I think that’s arguably more worrying bc instead of being jarring and worrying I considered making a catastrophically bad decision with all the care of someone picking want to have for breakfast. Maybe I’d feel better if I jerked off I don’t think that’s is a great idea but also there’s certainly worse options I’m wondering if this reads as much like a conversation as it feels because I don’t remember writing most of it but also reading it does sound like me but not and I don’t know why that is but I don’t want to think to hard on it so.

[madmonkeysandrum-blog]

BOOKS READ JANUARY 2024

The Trust by M.H. Eccleston It had some more fleshed out characters than a lot of cozies and I will read more in the series. The murder and the reason for getting involved was weak but you can’t have everything. A few clichés and such but. It was alright 3 out of 5 for me.

The Christmas Tree Murders by Andrea Hicks The cover looks great. A fabulous lady ready to drink, dance and solved a murder while looking fantastic. It was dull and poorly written, multiple POVs and I didn’t like anyone. Forgot what era this was supposed to be (hint 1920’s) and thought it was Victorian. Read a little like an early draft. 2 out of 5.

The Poisonous Solicitor by Stephen Bates Read as part of my research as I want to write a cozy set in the 1920’s England. A nice read, made plenty of notes. 3 out of 5.

The Man in the Queue by Josephine Tey I loved the idea of someone getting murdered in a tight packed queue, loved it. The rest of the book? Not so much… someone told me that Josephine Teys stand-alones are better so I’ll give one of those as try. There were some racism in it as well. 3 out of 5 because of the idea of a murder in the queue.

Murder in the Library by Anita Davison A netgalley read. I had read the first book in the series and was as dull as this. There are so many cozies like this. So flat and dull, like trying to get a decent cup of tea by reusing and old teabag and hot water from the tap. I should start avoiding books that look like this (so many) as they are always so bland. 2 out of 5 for me.

Murder in a Chelsea Garden L.B. Hathaway Started out alright but this series is so gloomy and I don’t recall it started out that way. It’s kind of sad and I want more of a flapper having fun and stumbling across a body as a house party. More fun and flair. 2.5 out of 5.

The Queen of Poison by Robert Thorogood Was looking forward to this as I enjoyed the earlier books in the series and the Death in Paradise books but… felt like painting by numbers and the 3 MCs didn’t really have the space they have had in the other books. But for some reason I gave it 3.5 out of 5

Rex v. Edith Thompson by Laura Thompson This was a mess. The author took liberties and was very bias and used 10 words instead of 4. We read the same letters and the author was drawing a lot of stuff out of them than was more like magic to me. Ugh. 2 out of 5.

Elementary, She Read by Vicki Delany I thought this book was old as someone made a faux Sherlock again but it was from 2017. I realized just how tired I am of this kind of character and how hard they are to make likable. Also a Sherlock mind when needed and stupid when needed. 2 out of 5.

The Adventures of Maud West by Susannah Stapleton I loved the beginning of this because I went to Trove because I wanted to see if I could find a female detective in the 1920’s and I found Maud and looked for a book about her. The book starts with the author doing just what I did and finding the same stuff, except for the book so she wrote one. Thanks! 4 out of 5.

Murder in Venice by Martha Bond Very short and very flat. See how similar the cover is with “Murder in the Library”? Dishwater tea. Only good thing was that the MC was not a rich bored society woman but a traveling companion. 2 out of 5.

A Taste for Poison by Neill Bradbury A good glance at an interesting topic as I want to write a cozy. Didn’t go too deep so you’re lost if you’re like me and didn’t dumb it down either. 3 out of 5.

BEST BOOK: The Adventures of Maud West. A lot of fun things and there’s a thing in the book that I will steal for my cozy (but in the notes I will credit Maud for it)

WORST BOOK: The Christmas Tree Murders were probably the worst written one. Really disappointed in Rex V. Edith Thompson as it was more fiction than fact.

CONCLUSIONS: I say I will avoid books with a certain cover but I won’t. Maybe I should try some other genres and break things up a little in February?

[deejayrpstaylorsversion]

rules & about me | muses * | muse headcannons | verses |  memes | open starters | starter call | meme call | ooc

drafts: 0 queue: 0 starter requests: 0

*if you are not on mobile, you can find a bit more information about muses

ACTIVE MUSES AS OF 10/23/2023

Chloe Bourgeois

Marinette Dupain-Chang

Adrien Agreste

MUSES BY REQUEST OR WHEN I FEEL LIKE POSTING AS THEM

Nino Lahiffe

Kim Lê Chiến

Rose Lavillant

Zoé Lee

Juleka Couffaine

RULES UNDER READ MORE

I am going to try and keep these rules short and sweet because I do not like reading long rules at all

1.This is my main rule because it just triggers me and brings me back to early tumblr days. CUT. YOUR. POSTS. If you're replying from mobile, you can’t cut your posts there, but if it's a consistent thing I will end up unfollowing. 2.I am a semi-selective blog, feel free to reply to open starters, send memes ect, but if i do not know your canon muse or you do not have any EASY to find info about them or an OC, there is a chance I won’t reply. 3.This blog will have dark themes with some of the characters I play. Be advised of that. There will be ZERO smut with characters that are CANONLY underaged, this leans mostly to my miraculous and stranger things characters, along with a couple OCs. Things may be implied (because we were all that age once and I’m sure we weren’t all being goody two shoes till 18) but never written. And I will never force smut onto anyone - we can always imply it happened, and fade to black. I personally feel to write smut with someone you need to be comfortable with them and they need to be comfortable with you. 4.Plotting! I am an open book with that. Give me AUs Crackships, the works!. If you see a plot you wanna do and think I’d enjoy writing it with you PLEASE slide into my DMs. nine times out of ten I will say yes to it! 5.Replies. Most of the time I am pretty quick with replies, especially if I enjoy writing with you, meaning you post and then within probably a half hour when I'm on there will be another reply. I try not to have my drafts pile up because then I can get anxious about that, but I do at least attempt to get everything out in a timely manner. I do have a full time job so I am around more nights and weekends. If I ever miss a reply, after about two+ days feel free to give me a little nudge about it! 6.HAVE FUN. Seriously though, roleplaying is a hobby and it keeps me sane, and I hope that is the same for you, so just enjoy it and do not get worked up over everything being perfect.

[spirallingintotheabyss]

Oh it’s this time of year again!

1. Nah <3 very surprising I know

2. Some uni friends know I’m bi, some know I’m trans, parents still don’t know about the transgenderism <3

3. Need the Gp to respond before I start anything medically 😔 or do anything really

4. Uni is fine, I’m just tired constantly but we stay slaying

5. Got a boyfriend <33 need to get a heart monitor for a few days to check up too- also started uni and all. Freshers week also happened but nothing will be disclosed here <3

6. I should have known I wouldn’t be able to answer this one, I never can- but currently That Unwanted Animal is !!!

7. Resident evil, Hannibal I guess, the doctor who interest is Resurfacing too-

8. Brain is not as rotted but yes. Yes it is. We still don’t have season 2 but yes

9. Well. About that- no.

10.I am so so sorry me from the past- interest kinda faded a little. I still get excited about it sometimes? But yes we did main Childe for a while, and Scaramouche so you can rest easy. Dottore has not been released yet but I’ll see what I can do when he does 😔

11. Better, so much better. Yeah med school is Ouch but we are away from family, so mental health has been a bit better on that front! Also making friends at uni <3 I’m doing alright.

12. We do not talk about AH exams- got an A in English though which I’m really proud of! Med school tests are. Hell but it’s ok

13. Survive, get through the next 6 years in one piece, and some other slightly shorter term plans too

14. Flatmates are nice! Their constant partying worries me but Ykw we’re all happy and I get free drinks sometimes so it works out. Relationship with family is ok, kinda ghosting mother right now because she won’t stop calling but it’s not as. Stressful speaking to them.

15. Right now? Curled up because of stomach cramps but in general I’m alright. Could be better, could be worse but hey we got some healthy coping mechanisms now! (Some. Still working on that)

As usual I’ll queue this for next year, same questions but also maybe a few more:

16. What is the current comfort media?

17. Have we gotten the tattoo we want yet?

18. Can we drive yet?

19. How is second year going? Everyone says it’s the worst so gonna wait for confirmation on that-

20. Who are your closer friends in uni?

Ok, I'm queuing this for next year, but, questions for next year me.

1. Have my labels changed?

2. Have you come out yet?

3. If yes, how did it go, if no, then are you planning to?

4. Has anything big happened?

5. What songs are in your comfort playlist (if you have one)

6. What fandoms are you in?

7. Which new fandoms have you joined?

8. How was the Yuri on Ice movie?

9. Are you in a better or worse place?

10. What did you get on your exams?

11. Who are your closest friends?

12? Are you out to any more people?

[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

Secret spies and drunken nights.

Part 4

Read: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

A/N: Thanks to anon for suggesting I write about reader getting drunk before their birthday early. I enjoyed writing this quite a bit. Also when I am not intentionally sticking to certain pronouns, they tend to just mix. I myself use all pronouns and so that just naturally happens whilst I write too.

I really want to proof read, but my eyes have given up on me. I literally can’t focus them. 😔

Summary: You go out celebrating your birthday early, getting super drunk and you know Wanda won’t be happy when she finds out.

Word count: 1,7K

Warnings: alcohol, sexual suggestions, it gets really fluffy.

The two women had told you they’d be out of town for a couple days. You knew the reason for their absence, but having not seen them in 3 days you were now driving yourself mad with thoughts of, what if they didn’t actually mean what they said, what if they just wanted sex, what if they are actually spies and out on a secret mission. The last thought spiraled into you imagining one of them getting hurt on said mission or them never coming back, which made you cry. Yes you were getting a bit out of hand with your theories. You cried and cried over this fake scenario you had created in your head, until you had no tears left. Then you just laid there for longer than you’d like to admit. Finally after several hours spent in a state that can only be described as catatonic, you felt something, frustration, anger. First at Natasha and Wanda for being secret spies who by now in your mind already left the country, without saying a word. Then you got angry at yourself for how easily you lost it, letting your mind play all kinds of tricks on you and for a second letting yourself get mad at the two people who had done nothing wrong. By the end of it you weren’t sure what exactly made you the saddest, missing Nat and Wanda or just how far you let yourself spiral. All you knew was that you needed a distraction and as if on queue the phone rang.

“Hi.” You spoke, with an apathetic tone, not really trying.

“Wow, well aren’t you chipper. Almost thought I got your voicemail for a sec.” The voice spoke mockingly on the other end of the line.

“Yelena? Why are you calling at this time of day.” You said almost grumpily, having forgotten about how you wanted a distraction and now just annoyed that she interrupted your wallowing.

“Um exactly, what time do you think it is y/n?” Yelena said laughing, but with slight concern creeping up.

“I have no idea actually?” Almost shocked yourself at how it may as-well be the next day and you would have no clue, how much time you had spent crying and staring at the ceiling.

“Oh, dear, I called at the perfect time, I see. Put on something cute and I’ll pick you up in five. We are going out and getting waisted. Half celebration and half mourning whatever’s been going on with you.” Yelena spoke confidently before hanging up. She never gave you time for saying yes or no to plans and she never gave you a chance because she usually knew your answer, but thought hers was better. You pulled yourself up feeling dizzy once on your feet. You didn’t check the time not wanting to know how long you had been in bed for. In your hazy state you struggled choosing good clothes, but eventually settled on the same outfit you had worn to your date. The outfit Wanda helped you pick, the clothes Natasha paid for. You felt comfort putting them on, feeling closer to them. God you had been on one date with them and you were already falling, this was unlike you in so many ways. Thank god neither of them knew what went through your mind or they would have already fled, unless that’s what they had done? Oh, no, no, stop it no more of that tonight. You were going out with Yelena to have fun, or at least forget.

As promised she showed up 5 minutes later, flask in hand as she often did.

By the time you had found a bar, you had already finished her bottle of liquor and she was now quite annoyed.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s my birthday! You can’t hit me.” You spoke, with a smug smile, knowing she definitely would have on another day.

“Fine, I ‘ll hit you tomorrow.” She said, the look on her face indicating she was looking forward to it. You rolled your eyes at her, walking up to the bar.

“Two shots of tequila. Please.” You smiled. The bartender was really cute. You shook your head, that was not the reason you were here. You were forgetting the mess, that was the goal, not making it messier. Regardless of how good you were at that.

“She meant four.” Yelena said to the bartender, giving them a wink.

“Oh boy, this night is not gonna end well is it?” You giggle nervously at Yelena’s smirk.

“Oh! I’ll make sure of it.” She said, as the shots were lined up in front of you. You emptied them swiftly and Yelena did the same. As you did you remembered what Wanda had said about drinking. Technically you were still too young, but the bars here rarely checked id. A shiver went down your spine, imagining Wanda’s disappointed face.

“We’ll have a second round.” You ordered, eager to get rid of that thought.

“Wow, and to think I thought I’d have to force you to even have a beer?” Yelena laughed at you, as you emptied yet another shot glass. You gave a way a small fake chuckle, completely focused on the task.

“So, what is up with you? I know you always enjoy a drink, but you seem like you’re trying to drown yourself?” She raised an eyebrow. You pushed her glass towards her, avoiding the question completely.

“The bartender is cute.” You whisper to Yelena, head ducked as if to make yourself invisible. God damn, you sure didn’t last long before bringing that up, huh? The alcohol was quickly rushing to your head, having not counted for the missed meals of the day, due to your wallowing.

“Yeah?” She raised her eyebrow, not pushing you to talk, since you clearly weren’t in the mood. “Why don’t you go for it.”

“Uhm, no.” You said ducking your head. The memory of the two women coming back. You closed your eyes tightly, the room spinning now.

“Why not?!” She exclaimed.

“I am.. seeing some… one? Seeing… peop.. two wom… uhmm. I think?” You struggled to find the right words.

“Oh! You’re dating someone?” Yelena leaned in, with intrigue sparkling in her eyes.

“Well, two actually.” You said shyly looking at your hands. “The couple that moved in down the street.” Almost whispering now.

“No fucking way!! Omg, good for you! Who are they? Tell me more?!” She laughed, shaking your arm with excitement.

“Well, we’ll see.” You smiled now thinking about Natasha and Wanda. “They are pretty great, but it’s new. So don’t go telling anyone!” You were still smiling at the thought, though desperately trying to keep a warning tone.

“Of course, I am the best at secrets, I love them!” She said with a grin leaning in towards you. Rolling your eyes at the statement you nodded.

“But now you have to tell me everything.” Yelena spoke, eagerly. And you did. You spent the rest of the night drunkenly babbling on and on about Natasha and Wanda. And no longer were you feeling sad.

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Yelena was being picked up by a friend and so you were left to walk home alone. It was maybe not the best idea, but it was thankfully not far. So on you went slowly making your way home, stumbling over your feet every few steps. You had started humming some song, completely out of tune, a smile on your face nonetheless, as you head was clouded with intoxication. Your humming came to a stop as you reached Wanda and Nat’s house, the two women standing outside by their car, apparently home from their trip. Your mind told you to run the opposite direction, knowing this was a horrible time for them to get home, but your legs were jelly.

“Y/N, sweetheart.”Wanda waved, with a big smile. You started walking towards them, trying to look sober, but failing miserably.

“H-hi.” You smiled, half lifting your hand for a wave. Trying to focus your eyes on Wanda’s, but struggling.

“You’re drunk.” Wanda said, her smile fading, as she eyed you suspiciously.

“J-ust… little.” Having real trouble making coherent sentences now. “Birthday celebra… celeb-celebrate.” You smiled content with that. “Early.” You followed up, at the sight of Wanda’s frown. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Dumb, baby.” She chuckled, earning her an elbow in the side from Wanda. Wanda turned motioning towards the house. You just looked at her blinking.

“Can you walk on your own?” Natasha asked with slight amusement. You shifted one leg forward, not quite feeling the ground like you should.

“Oh, shit.” Was the only words formed before you went falling head first into a snow drift.

“декта!” Wanda exclaimed with wide eyes of shock, covering her mouth with both hands, before rushing to your side.

“God, котенок you keep falling for us.” Natasha took your other arm. They helped you inside, guiding you to the couch.

Wanda’s eyes were filled with disappointment and concern. That look on her face, sunk in your chest and you felt like crying. You never wanted to see her like that again.

“Im.. s-sorry.” Your voice shaked and tears started coming down your face. You wanted to say more, but the guilt had traveled up your throat, pain locking your jaw shut. Wanda hugged you close.

“I just care about you, декта.” She whispered.

“I missed you.” You whimpered against Wanda’s shoulder.

“We missed you too.” Natasha spoke, running her hand along your back, as you squeezed Wanda tighter.

“You need sleep, baby.” Wanda moved away cupping your face, wiping away your tears. She went on running her thumbs soothingly over your cheeks. You kept your eyes closed focusing on the touch, scared to see her face again.

“Open your eyes.” She spoke sweetly and so you did. Her eyes now calm, as they looked into yours and her features soft once more.

“I’m not mad honey. We do need to do something about your problem with listening, but that will have to be taken care of tomorrow.” She spoke softly but something shifted in her demeanor as she glanced at Nat, who simply smirked. You swallowed hard, unsure whether you should feel excitement or fear, but you didn’t feel any fear. You never did with them, in-fact you felt safer than you had ever felt before. You smiled at that thought. The two women giggled at you curiously. Wanda tilting her head, seemingly attempting to peer into your mind.

“Okay.” Nat interrupted with a chuckle. “Let’s go to bed.” She grabbed you away from Wandas gaze.

“Together?” You spoke curiously, getting sleepy just by the thought of being cuddled up between the two.

“Yes, kitten. Were you planning to sleep on the couch?” Natasha laughed, her grip on your waist tightening, helping you up the stairs. Wanda follows close behind her.

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

not a dream, common misconception about OTID

1) It's ran by a set of admins - nope, there's just one person behind this blog and it's always been just me.

2) It's been here since 2012 - nope, I made this blog in the summer of 2016. It took me close to a year to even start talking to you all, I just went through dreams and kept to myself, and it took me even longer to do a face reveal.

3) All the dreams posted are dreamt by the blog owner - nope, I rarely post my own dreams because I rarely dream. All the dreams posted were dreamt by people who've submitted them!

4) The submissions post on their own - nope, I go through them and post them manually. I also edit them, fix them up if there are any mistakes, clarify things that make no sense, look up the people mentioned when not provided context so I could give context to readers and occasionally edit the style a little so it'd be easier to read and understand.

5) It doesn't take long to post a large number of submissions - unfortunately untrue, it does take a lot and I also have to edit and vet the problematic ones. Tumblr has a daily post and queue limits, but it would be impossible to post 300 submissions per day without it. A lot of you don't provide context when sending in dreams about niche things and I have to dig for it myself because not everyone (most of us even, maybe) know about the same things as you do and I'd like for all of the post posted here to be understandable to the masses, so I always spend a lot of time checking for that.

6) I intentionally post the newer submissions first - completely false. Unfortunately, the submissions that were sent in earlier by Tumblr default end up at the bottom of the inbox and the scroll is broken. When you have thousands of submissions and try to go further and further down to post the older ones first, the scroll breaks, freezes, the editing is at 0.0001x speed, and so on. Everything is slow and blocky, therefore I have no choice but to go from the newer submissions down, and not vice versa.

7) I intentionally don't reply to donation posts that are submitted to OTID - UNTRUE AS frick. I've put my personal blog in the description and closed asks here so help posts would not be buried on this blog and I see them much sooner on @dreampai because I mostly use it for that purpose. When people submit their help posts on this blog, they unfortunately get buried by newer submissions and sometimes I don't see them for months. I've also closed anonymous messages on my personal blog because one person whose submission post I hadn't seen in time kept sending me hate and accused me of intentionally ignoring them. Don't submit your help posts on here, please send them as asks on my personal so you're guaranteed to be noticed. People who I've helped in the past can vouch that I do reply, respond and reshare their help posts on here.

8) I don't reply to messages - partially true and partially untrue. I get a lot of messages from you guys on all of my social media and it can get pretty overwhelming for me. Sometimes it takes me months to reply to everything, though I do try to talk to you as much as possible, but I'm a full time student on top of everything and my free time is limited, so if your message got buried, I'm sorry and please don't be discouraged. It's not that I don't care about you, it's likely that I didn't see it. Furthermore, people keep sending me their dreams on my personal platforms and that also helps to overwhelm me. @dreampai is my personal blog and I don't accept submission on there, but whenever I close submissions on here, there are people who ignore that and send them there.

9) The submission button isn't working - false. If you can't submit something, it means that the submissions are closed. Whenever the number of submission gets to an insane amount, like right now, I close it for some time so I can sort through them, edit and post them. It takes a while for me to do that. It's impossible to queue them all at once because of the way Tumblr works and the queue limit, and it takes some time for me to proofread and edit everything. Besides, I make sure to always edit the blog description when they are closed and close that option in the settings, people just don't check everything out. I get at least a few asks weekly on my personal of people telling me that the submission button isn't working. I know they're all well-intentioned.

10) OTID admin is a guy - false. I don't know how this rumor started but I always find it funny when people get surprised that I am a woman.

11) I don't look at posts that people tag me in - completely false. Sometimes they do get buried because, when you have a high level of activity blog with millions of notes per month, trying to find all the @s can be impossible and they won't load even if I do it through my activity panel because Tumblr is laggy like that. So if I miss something, tag me again please. Don't be afraid to send me an ask on my personal.

12) I don't like my mutuals, therefore I don't reply to them - untrue. If I follow you, for whichever reason, I probably like you or admire you or admire something that you've did, or you've managed to make me laugh. If I don't reply to your messages, it's because I'm overwhelmed or intimidated or nervous. I don't know why people keep imagining the worst, but I really wanted to clear this one up.