#it’s not targeted either oh my gosh you all are lovely

[rosenotactuallyquartz]

more than requited; a relationship

(and why this is important)

“if you dont think rose and pearl had a romantic relationship, steven universe is probably not for you.” — composer surasshu

“if it’s not, then i’ve misunderstood the whole thing!” — storyboarder raven molisee, also responsible for rose’s scabbard, when asked if the relationship between pearl + rose is romantic.

pearl confessed her feelings in now we’re only falling apart. since sugar and burnett confirmed it’s not unrequited, it makes sense that they had a relationship. since they lived together up until the end, you can assume they stayed together. gem relationships ≠ human relationships, but we know that romantic partners tend to physically move away from each other when they separate.

“determined to be everything that white was not, she is close with everyone, flexible in everything. love and fun are the rule, and there are no rules, and everyone is the most special.” — end of an era, page 76

you know the assumption that pearl’s love for rose was about programming, worship, power imbalances, a pearl looking up to her diamond?based on both their characters, a dynamic like this would not last as long as it did. living together throughout rose’s entire existence says a lot considering this end of an era quote. rose wanted everyone to have a different environment from homeworld. pearl lived in that environment & she was rose’s longest intimate relationship.

pearl hates being underestimated & spoken to like homeworld’s idea of a pearl, as seen in episodes like gem heist & back to the barn. she’s also constantly fighting. it’s something she’s good at, literally and figuratively. she argues. she fights her own mind, the powers of others, & homeworld itself. growth is continuous, but if she could make enough progress to stand her ground & argue with rose during the war, she would fight a dynamic on earth that reflects homeworld.

personal traumas would cause them to struggle in any relationship. a positive aspect of their relationship was that they were aware of each other's pasts, lots of secrets, pain.

pearl saw some of rose's abuse trauma among other things, exacerbating her overprotective behaviour. worrying about her potential dangers, whether she was happy. both fears are shown in sworn to the sword when she says, "you’re too important," then immediately argues, "yes, you are," after hearing, “i am not,” as if she expected that response. then (and only then) she accidentally says rose’s name. while it’s related to rose’s homeworld trauma, it’s unrelated to their their original & forced dynamic.

it’s a lot more complicated than that. it’s funny, their relationship is more complex yet warmer in this case, whereas a diamond-pearl powerful-weak dynamic on earth is less complex yet colder.

“you just said pearl fights through her issues! wouldn’t she fight through any of their issues, no matter where they came from?”

pearl wouldn’t see this as an issue at all. she would be particularly stubborn about being extra protective, believing she was justified. knowing her secret, the idea that she could poof & come back and everything would be fine but if that happened to rose, it wouldn’t be so simple. she needed time & she had to see the same situation happen from an outside perspective (connie + steven) to understand rose’s perspective.

besides, there are many beautiful aspects of this relationship. as tragic as the ending was, pearl + rose openly loved each other while they lived together. while their relationship was not perfect, they had much more love being in each other's lives than if they were apart.

[bowieandqueen11]

Jesse Pinkman Being Jealous Would Include...

Request: omg so glad you’re writing for breaking bad rn cause i literally just started watching it and i’m obsessed 😭 could you do jealous jesse pinkman please? (hcs or a fic whatever you want)

Oh my gosh yay I'm really glad you started watching it!! If you haven't already you 100% have to watch Better Call Saul afterwards it's one of my favourite shows of all time! :)

Warning: spoilers for later seasons of the show! Mentions of drugs, mentions of drinking/alcohol, mentions of burn injuries, light swearing, mentions of trauma!

(I do not own Breaking Bad or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tilldeathdousart.)

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Baby boy, baby boy. meow meow cat man. its so hard writing you as jealous because i feel if anyone started flirting with your s/o you would just break down crying and honestly same we love an in touch with his emotions king loml honestly

Jesse has always been the jealous type. Hot headed. Easily wound up by bullies ten times his size and a thousand times more ferocious and cutthroat than he had ever tried to be. Almost as easily as he had slipped into that easy routine of being ass over heels, devastatingly in love with you. The kind where every night, he tosses and turns in his mildew spelling bed, plagued by thoughts of doing nothing all day but sloppily kissing your lips between blunts. The kind where he has to stare up at the sky after he's been caught staring, until his retinas burn the sunlight into the back of his skull, yet the pain is nowhere near as cataclysmic as the hurricane your smile brings to his heart.

He had far too many years to temper it, to try and smother his love, and yet over time he seemed to get worse and worse and worse at stopping it from choking at his throat. He wasn't so bad during high school: sure, you found him a little odd, the way he would brag to his friends in the corridor about how he'd never 'studied a day in my life, man!', and yet in Chemistry he would be chewing the edge of his pen and scribbling furiously down on his paper during the end of term quiz.

He was terrible at tempering it, and you were terrible at seeing it.

Little did you know, that all the words he scratched down with his shaking hand were either complete guesses, or absolute gibberish. He had no idea what the paper was even supposed to be on, but you were sitting beside him, and so he wanted to look as smart in front of you as he possibly could. Bless his heart, to everyone else he was so obvious: Mr White would just peer over his shoulder and shake his head, his mouth in a lined frown as he watched Jesse peer like a meerkat over the side of the desk to stare at you from behind his slipping down beanie.

Some of his friends, his 'gang' as he liked to call them, were snickering from a couple of benches behind at the way he was trying to look clever by placing his fist under his chin, but his elbow kept slipping off the edge thanks to his baggy hoody. Even Justin Treller, the guy sitting to your right, and the kid Jesse was getting more and more annoyed with every time he leant over to whisper something in your ear, was evidently enjoying the way the tips of Jesse's ears were beginning to burn with embarrassment.

Eventually, when you began giggling at the things Justin was leering further and further towards you to murmur, Jesse began to snap. That's when he began doing stupid shit to make you laugh, like plugging the tube in and flicking his hand through the Bunsen Burner flame to try and impress you with his pain tolerance. When Jesse inevitably ended up being sent to the nurse's office for such a dumbass idea, he was wincing so harshly at the pain that he nearly tore through his bottom lip, leaving a nice scar. You volunteered to bring him down, spending half of your lunch period taking care of him.

He sat caved in on himself, trying to make himself as small a target as possible on one of the fold out chairs. He was obviously embarrassed, by the way his voice kept cracking each time you tightened some of the new dressing over his fingers. Mainly he was talking to try and distract you from the way his hands were shaking, so desperate to reach out and brush over your cheek that he nearly sobs with the effort. He also doesn't want you to notice how pathetic he looks: how he so subconsciously prepares himself for the mental barrage from his mother, or the physical threats from the people he deals with out in the streets, that he looks like a meek kitten sitting there with his palms down on his knobbly kneecaps.

He had known then, of course. He had known, as you pressed your lips chastely against the back of his sore knuckles, and giggled at the way his cheeks immediately flushed like a blooming snapdragon, that you would always be the love of his life. The only thing, behind the emotional neglect, the gossip, the drugs, the constant damn pressure, that he truly had chosen to care about. Which is why, after he bought his parents house and asked if you'd want to live in it, free of rent, he was shocked that you said yes.

Good things don't usually happen to this boy. And seeing how you were the best of all, he had to swallow his heart and just smile at your words, terrified he was going to ruin you.

I mean, living there at first had been easy enough. You had been round (or smuggled in by Jesse) so many times since that day in the nurse's office, that it felt like a second home to you. His parents, while they had still been speaking to Jesse, had absolutely adored you. They would always be teasing their son during family dinners about how he had been saving up doing his *wink wink* 'paper rounds' late at night, just so he could save up for the big wedding he was planning. Blushing ferociously, Jesse would duck his head down until his forehead banged against the tablecloth, begging his mom with that tired drawl to 'please... just stop'.

Somehow, somehow you just... never saw it. Perhaps you were laughing too much at the way Jesse's father was pretending to elbow his son to notice. Maybe, you were trying to cover your own eyes in mortification. I'm not sure, but I do know that you never seemed to notice the gut-wrenching look of pure hope Jesse would throw your way, once he had mustered the strength to peek his head up again.

While he shook his head and bit at the corner of his fingernail, while he poked and prodded at his escaping garden peas, while he took an awkward sip of his water and pretended to glance around the table. He was always looking your way, as if you had tied his heart to a string, his compass pointing him north, directing him back to his true home. His eyes would just linger on you like a listless man possessed from between the prongs of his fork, stabbing harshly at the plate in time with his thudding heart.

His heart sure was beating now. So ferociously, he thought it was about to splinter and explode out of his chest, implanting the chards everywhere until they were all that was left in memory of him. He knew you were getting sick of the constant parties. Of him being dazed 24/7. Of not knowing why he lashed out all the time. He knew it wasn't fair, but every time he closed his eyes he just saw Gale's pleading eyes beginning to burn itself into the safe memories he kept in the back of his head. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't breathe from all the sobbing. He couldn't even think in peace. So he just bit the cap off another beer bottle and fell down heavily on the edge of his brand new thousand dollar sofa, imprisoning himself in self-isolation despite being lost amidst a sea of people.

It was right at that moment you decided to try and brave down the stairs, having to hold onto the bannister for dear life as you jumped down each step, the bass vibrating through the walls until they shook. As you peered over mountains of baggie hoodies and tripped over lumps of passed out people on the floor in your effort to try and find Jesse, you accidentally bumped into the back of one of Skinny Pete's friends. You apologised as he turned around, which would have been fine if he hadn't taken one look at you and decided you were his main entertainment for the night. The smell of stale weed and lukewarm beer radiated off his sour breath as he leant down to rasp against the shell of your ear, sending a chill rolling down your back. You tried to compress your shoulders and squeeze past him, but the guy would not stop trying to grab onto your waist and pull you back, staring very blatantly down at your chest.

You knew Jesse had been shoved into the deep end of some shady business recently, but the way he had been acting over the last while had been frightening you. So despondent. So careless. To come home every day and find him almost completely blazed out of his mind on the floor, seemingly not recognising you as he failed to respond to your greeting. Not realising that as soon as you wandered into the kitchen to put the groceries away, those desperate, love strung eyes were following your heels. He nearly cried out for you, voice hoarse and heavy in the back of his throat.

If he had mustered the energy, he would have gotten onto his hands and knees and crawled like a baby on the floor to follow after you. The way you would beg him at 2 a.m. to turn down the music, and he would just grab at your hands and try to get you to join in his terrible on the spot jump-dancing. You never discerned how heartbroken he seemed to be when you jolted back from him as if shot; his bottom lip would quiver and he would sink to his knees when your bedroom door finally slammed shut. 

He couldn't take it. He couldn't take it anymore. First it had been his parents. Then the drugs. Then Mr. White, Gus, Gale, Mike, Saul, the pressure just kept building up and up and up and he didn't know how to escape it. Too cowardly to run away, just as he had always been resigned into believing you could never love him back. Too submissive. Too easily used. And now, now there was barely anything left of him. Sometimes, sometimes that scared kid would try to crawl out of his throat when he was alone at night, but he would just choke on his tears in the darkness until he had drowned him again.

So what does he do? Gets off his face drunk, and throws another mind numbingly monotonous party until the walls start spinning and he doesn't even know who's coming through those doors anymore. Hell, he still half expects his mother to come busting through, chiding him for having drugs in the house. For having you in the house, with such company present. For being a coward.

Now he had just brought more trouble on himself. If the company he now decided to keep didn't get his hands off you in approximately ten seconds, you were going to knock him on his ass in front of all his little buddies.

Thankfully, Jesse seemed to have a sixth sense as to when you were in trouble, and he had been steadily keeping his beady eyes on you ever since you reached the top step. Before you could shove the guy back, Jesse's already doing it for you. As soon as he’s by your side you can tell he’s wound up: not by the way he comes striding over, shouting over the beat and lowering his head as if he’s about to headbutt the guy. Not from the way his hand flies in his face, or the swears, the long string of increasingly ridiculous ‘bitch’ related insults he calls him, but from the way he looks so, so tired. He looks on the verge of tears, his eyes bloodshot as he brushes gently past you to start shoving the guy out the front door, yelling above the music to shepherd everyone else out as well.

'Jesse... seriously, you need to tell me what's going on, right now.'

When the door finally slams shut, you know him well enough that the best thing to do is just let his head cool down for a minute. When he was younger, that used to involve ringing you up whenever his parents had threatened to kick him out again; you would come clambering over the picket fencing lining his immaculately manicured side-yard to see him sitting on the edge of his windowsill, smoke rings blowing out the side of his mouth as he waited in the dark for you to arrive. His hand would shake as he hefted you up from the piping by his bedroom wall, awkwardly landing you down half on his feet as he would just stay beside you all night. He would speak from time to time, asking you about what you wanted to do once you managed to escape from this dump ass town. But mainly, he just leaned his head back and listened to your voice, gazing up at the faraway stars as if it were the only place he could possibly be truly free.

But now, he was far worse off than you ever could have imagined. He hunched over, as if he had a spiked collar weighted around his neck as he lumbered past you, crawling down onto the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest as he sat back against his brand new surround sound speaker, ducking his head into the gap and clawing at the back of his neck until you worried he was about to draw blood.

It was horrifying, hearing how he gasped between retching sobs as you sunk down on the floor next to him.

You tentatively reached out to place a hand on his back, kicking an empty pizza box out of the way with your foot so you could sit with the side of your thigh touching his. As soon as you made contact, he leapt at you like a rabid dog, clawing and clenching and biting his teeth into his shirt as he fell onto your chest.

‘Please. Please don’t leave me’, he gasped out between heaving cries, looking up at you with eyes so dejected, it were as if someone had stifled out the blinding stars once in them with dark clouds. Bits of saliva stuck between his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut once again and began bawling even harder, falling like a broken bird as you held the back of his head and guided it down to rest just above your breast bone.

‘I love you’, he starts sobbing, fists bunching up the material at the back of your shirt. It was you. It always has been. And if you walked out that door with the rest of them, he had nothing left. He would willingly roll over, and let himself just rot away. 

You sure as hell saw it now.

Eventually, after you rock him back and forth against the floorboards for a while and just cradle him in a way he’s never experienced during his years on earth, he becomes more placid against you. It helps that at some point, you had absentmindedly begun to trace the silvery wisp of an outline that had been left on his bottom lip all those years ago, your pointer finger glancing back and forth as it quivered. He was almost entirely curled against you now, pretending to be asleep so you wouldn’t stop, but his breath froze when he heard you whisper ‘I love you too’ against the top of his hair.

He’ll feel really sheepish the next day when he finally wakes up, peering round the corner with his hand behind his head when he spots you trying to straighten out the crick in your neck after a night spent on the floor. He’ll come apologizing with his go to breakfast: a childhood favourite of pancakes absolutely drenched in maple syrup; they were the kind his mom would make if she were in a good mood at the weekends. When he would sit at the table the morning after you slept over, watching stupid cartoons his brother had put on the small television, grinning to himself as some dripped down his chin. It had been the happiest he had been in his life.

Although he still has that boyish, soulful smile on his face as he sits criss-cross down beside you, you can tell that he’s still plagued by how wet his eyes are: how heavily he’s blinking.

‘I really do love you, you know that right?’, you whisper, taking the plate from him.

‘Yeah, I do.’

Suddenly your fork goes crashing to the floor, forgotten about as you lean forward to kiss him, nearly surprising the heck out of him as his teeth clash against yours. He’s quick to reach up and tenderly, oh god, so gently cradle the side of your cheeks, but that’s soon abandoned as he readily allows you to guide him until his back is against the floorboards. You clamber over until you’re almost straddling him, beginning to smile yourself as you feel him grin against your top lip, the soft peals of his giggles breaking out against the surface of your tongue as you dip down against him.

And suddenly, his life seemed like it was worth fighting for again. He was going to get out of this. He was going to escape. He was going to win. Not for himself, but for you.

[aughby]

Spike War

When the women's volleyball team finished up their practice, the gym was humming with excitement. You were practicing for the next match. Your spikes are strong and sharp. You were on fire. Your heart rate always spikes when the game gets intense, and that was also the case today.

The ball made contact with your hand at precisely the right angle as you jumped into the air, hoping for a perfect spike. As it rocketed across the court, it moved faster than you had ever seen it. However, it struck someone or something rather than the ground with a pleasant thump.

"Aww!" From the other side of the gym came a startled yelp.

Your eyes widened in terror as you looked over after landing. And there was none other than the star player of the men's volleyball team, Ran Takahashi, gripping his face with a mixture of shock and pain.

"Oh, my gosh, I apologize!" You hurried over to him after blurting out. "Are you alright?"

Ran's hands slowly descended to reveal an area on his face that was starting to get reddish. His normally calm demeanor gave way to one of utter bewilderment. "Did you just give me a facial spike?" he questioned, skeptical.

Biting your lip, you tried not to giggle. "Oh, yeah? I didn't mean to, though!"

There was a glint of glee in his eyes as he glared at you. "I'll give you that—you have a really good spike. Maybe try aiming for the floor instead of my face the next time."

"Maybe I wouldn't have hit you if you weren't positioned in the center of the court like a huge target!" With your arms crossed, you fired back.

With a smirk drawing at the corner of his mouth, Ran lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, so I'm at fault now, huh?"

Indeed! You spoke, sounding a little defensive. "Anyway, who gave you the order to stand there?"

With a playful tone, Ran said, "It's a volleyball court." "Most people stand on it."

You narrowed your eyes. "Yeah, well, most people don't get spiked in the face either."

Ran was about to respond when the other members of the women's team began to gather, with a few male team members also coming in. They were all grinning and laughing as they watched the interaction, having all observed the "incident."

"Are you two fighting?" I ask you. One of your teammates made fun of you.

Another person added, "Looks like love at first spike to me," which caused the others to start laughing.

"Love? With this guy? Not at all! You objected, but you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Ran rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Please, as if someone with such terrible aim would win my heart."

"Terrible aim? That spike was great! You simply blocked my path! You shot back, pitching your voice up a little.

Your teammates' taunting got much more intense. Someone exclaimed, "You two are like an old married couple already," and other people began to laugh.

You both turned to glare at the group, Ran included. "We're not! You both let out a loud yell, and as you realized you had uttered the same thing at the same moment, you turned to face one another.

Everyone started laughing even more at that realization, and you found yourself grinning in spite of yourself.

Seeing this, Ran laughed and shook his head. "All right, cease fire. But really, for that spike, you owe me one."

You gave a lighthearted roll of your eyes. "OK, after practice, I'll get you a drink. But not because I like you or anything; just because it makes me feel horrible."

"Yes, of course," Ran answered with a smile once more. "I'm not going to let you live this down, though, just so you know. You are now formally my opponent in volleyball."

You grinned and replied, "Bring it on, Takahashi." "I have no problem with a little rivalry."

The friendly rivalry between you and Ran only intensified as a result of the humorous banter that soon spread among your teammates.

A few days later, you happened to spot Ran and a few men's team players observing from the sidelines during a friendly match. They created a little extra strain, even if you were trying to concentrate on the game. Especially in light of the entire "spike incident," you felt the need to brag a little.

With both sides in dead heat, the game was fierce. You took advantage of a chance to spike a game-winning play. You jumped higher than typical in an attempt to get the ideal shot. However, your foot twisted awkwardly when you landed, and your ankle started to hurt badly.

You collapsed to the ground, clenching your ankle due to excruciating pain. As soon as the game halted, your teammates ran to you. You saw Ran pushing through the crowd through the mist of pain.

"Are you alright?" With concern in his voice, Ran asked the question.

You tried to say, "I'm fine," but your voice faltered, showing how much pain you were in.

Without saying anything further, Ran kneeled down and took you into his arms. He ignored your lame objections and declared, "I'm taking you to the clinic."

There was an awkward silence on the walk to the clinic, partially because of your ankle pain and partly because you were very aware of Ran's closeness. He was serious about getting you there as soon as possible; his normal playful manner had given way to genuine worry.

The nurse at the clinic examined you right away and determined that you had a slight sprain that would heal with rest and icing. Ran remained at your side, his face grave, as the nurse wrapped your foot.

You muttered, a little ashamed, "You really didn't have to carry me."

Ran gave a shrug. "I refused to allow you to hobble all the way to this point. Besides, with whom am I arguing if you're not in commission?"

Wincing when the nurse tightened the bandage, you let out a faint giggle. "Oh, so you brought me here out of personal gain?"

With a sly smile, Ran said, "Pretty much," and the lighthearted conversation resumed. "It can't last too long for my favorite rival to be injured."

Even if you rolled your eyes, you had to smile. "Many thanks, Ran. Really."

His gaze softened as he turned to face you. "At any moment."

Ran assisted you in limping back to the gym as you left the clinic, but you couldn't get rid of the impression that your supposed rivalry had changed. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to this than friendly banter.

You were happy enough to deal with the playful conversation for the time being; however, it did result in the odd twisted ankle.

[ghostlythunderbird]

As a Spouse and a Parent~ Task Force 141 

Pairings: Simon Riley, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, John Price X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Prior Abuse, some NSFW is referenced

Word Count: 2,269

Author Notes: Is this feeding into a deep longing of mine? Why yes, yes it is. I'm sorry if this is poorly written I was writing this at 3am

Simon “Ghost” Riley

As a Spouse

Simon actually didn’t want to get married in the beginning, because if you wanted to get married it would only put a potential target on not just you but anyone you're close to. But I can assure you he wanted nothing more than to put a ring on your finger, and as a testament to that you should have heard how picky he was with your ring. Soap was definitely losing his mind while trying to help Simon out

After the initial hesitation in the first year of your marriage not much had changed between you and Simon, but your relationship continued to grow as Simon became more upfront with nothing that seemed to really bother him. Of course keeping everything related to his job confidential.

He became more doting on you, constantly craving for your attention whenever he’s at home. It was honestly comical that this large man seemed to melt into a puddle at the slightest touch from you, practically purring for you when you rake your hands through his hair when you cuddle in those late mornings. Even after this he will ask you not to share how he truly acts at home with any of his teammates, there often was the threat of not getting any more breakfasts in bed from him.

Oh and when I tell you this man can cook, I mean he can COOK. Like this man can cook full course meals but the only time you have to interfere is because he doesn't use seasoning very much. Secretly he enjoys these small moments with you, just spending quality time whenever he can is what helps him realize that getting married was the best decision.

As a Parent

When you told him you were pregnant for the first time he had a whole mental meltdown that ended up with him leaving to take a walk around your neighborhood. Now it wasn’t because he was angry, if anything he was terrified.

This is a man who has faced horrid abuse at the hands of his father, had his Brother, mother, sister in law, and his nephew murdered because of his job, had so many near death experiences, and killed men without a second thought. How could someone like him raise a child properly, much less raise one that wouldn’t hate him for who he was.

After returning and talking his fears out, you both soon started to prepare the arrival of your child. And lets be real he is fascinated with each step of your pregnancy, His favorite part was feeling his child react to his touch each time. Just to add this in because I just have a feeling this might happen, this man would definitely end up having at least 5 kids because he falls in love all over again with each one. Not only that but he wants to prove that he is a better dad than his own could have ever been.

Simon loves all his kids and will spend each moment he can with them, going to dance recitals, practice, helping with homework, putting them all to bed. Does he become a tired dad after 5 kids? Well of course he would but does he regret it, Never.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

As a Spouse

Oh my gosh, now this man right here is one of the Sweetest Hubbies out there. You talk about remodeling the kitchen? Well here is your new kitchen after a month. Craving a certain food, he’s either buying it or attempting to make it.

From the first point when I mean attempting I really mean “Attempting” because this man cannot cook to save his life. And before you try to say he can, he can cook a few things but hardly anything is seasoned because the military has ruined his sense of taste. While he can’t outright cook more than simple meals like grilled cheese sandwiches it doesn't mean he can't help chop up ingredients or be your taste tester. His favorite thing to do is help you bake and you know this man will be licking the spoon and the bowl, he ended up stealing it once and locked himself in the bathroom so you couldn't stop him.

When he's home you can guarantee you're gonna be cuddled to death by him, he hardly ever lets you leave and if you're gone for more than five minutes he's going to look for you and become a human koala. Johnny I feel like is a very affectionate lover and will do anything to find a compromise if you two can't agree on something. He never makes big decisions without you as in his eyes being married means you have to work together not against each other.

As a Parent

Ok let's be real here out over everyone in the task force Johnny has the BIGGEST Breeding kink out there, and like most men he isn't much of a fan of condoms simply because it takes out the intimacy. He has a true addiction to cumming inside you so it's no surprise you end up becoming pregnant.

When you tell him you're pregnant he would let out the biggest yell and then tackle you into a bear hug while crying from pure joy. After finding this out he immediately called and told both of your families. He's very invested with both yours and the baby's development over time. His favorite thing to do is to fall asleep on your lap with his head near your bump no matter how big or small it is while running his hand over it.

While he does get prepared once you start reaching the end of your pregnancy it doesn't stop the military one bit. After hearing he would end up deploying towards the end he was devastated, while he understands you cant stop when you're called back to base he wanted nothing more to stay home and would even risk going AWOL.

He would constantly facetime you everyday when he's gone, and while he wasn't physically there for the birth of your child he did encourage you from the phone while being hundreds of miles from home. And when he was finally able to finally come home? He gathered you both up in his arms and refused to let go.

But as your child grows up I can definitely say Johnny is the most supportive and fun dad out there. He wants nothing more than to see his kid grow up to be a respectful and easy person who still takes time to appreciate the little things and know when to have a little fun.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

As a Spouse

This man I feel like can be often overlooked so here we're gonna give him a whole bunch of lovins here. Gaz is more of a selfless lover by heart, so be prepared to be showered in love and attention 24/7. Trying to read a book? Well now you're both reading a book because he wants to constantly be in your presence.

While Kyle is home he would definitely want to go on walks and hikes with you just so you're both exploring together. That being said he tries to plan yearly vacations for you both wherever you both decide to visit. Like Simon, Kyle wants to spend as much time with you as he can while he's home. The awful part about his job is to think that there might be a last time he would ever see you, so he wants to take advantage of every second.

Kyle loves to talk about your future together, wondering about your lives of what could happen or what could have been. His favorite part though is to talk about settling down somewhere away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities in the UK. Having a little house in a village far out into the countryside where the both of you can live in peace.

Maybe there are often times where he thinks that your dreams of living out your lives together may never become a reality when coming back after a rather rough mission. You will have to talk him out of those thoughts just to remind him that even on the roughest days you'll always be by his side even when he can't see you.

As a Parent

This man is NOT prepared to hear that you're pregnant. Wanna know what he does when you wait until he comes home to tell him? This man straight up faints from the overwhelming news. After hearing you freaking out after coming to he just wraps you up as you're both on the floor and just says “This wasn't in our road map, love” as a joke.

It does take him off guard to understand that he's not only fighting the darkness just to protect you but for his child now. And to say that it keeps driving him forward to survive every mission more than ever before is a vast understatement.

Kyle ends up asking you one day after being home for a week on how many you both feel comfortable with having, you both decide on having two. Over time his excitement continued to grow the bigger your child got and when I tell you this man keeps buying toys and baby clothes I'm not joking. He's a hoarder of baby stuff now

When your little one is finally born this man has constant tears that the nurses even joked that your husband cried more than you while in labor. He's mesmerized by this child, that while you fall asleep he begins to pledge his life for the newborn in his arms. Gaz as a dad is one of the sweetest things in the world, always wanting to be involved in his children's lives and to spend every minute with them.

John Price

As a Spouse

This man is by far the biggest romantic out there without a doubt, always wanting to surprise you when you least expect him to be home. His favorite memory was when he came in with you eating ice cream on the couch and he grabbed you from behind, he didn't regret having to clean the couch afterwards.

You better expect he's gonna take you out whenever he gets home too, like this man WANTS to show you off no matter where you go. You both go out to a fancy restaurant you're getting shown off, at a taco truck just down from your shared home. Well guess what you're still getting shown off even if you're dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

Don’t blame this man for any of it because he's just so in love with you he can't help himself. But if he had to choose between staying at home or going out without a doubt he would choose to stay in with you and just enjoy the limited time he has. While yes sometimes he has to bring home paperwork he still finds a way such as having you curled up in his lap over his tights and having a blanket draped over the both of you.

That being said there have been times you've both fallen asleep in the chair and you both totally have NEVER tipped the chair back. It definitely became an inside joke between the both of you but it's something you both never mention to anyone else.

As a Parent

You and John have talked about what you might do if you ever decided to have kids, but you've both tried to be as safe during your “Adult” time but it seems that life said otherwise. While you had no reason to be upset or nervous about telling John you couldn't help the nagging feeling of anxiety. You don't tell him right away, but you rather plan it around one of your nightly walks.

At first he thought you were messing with him and doing one of your pranks again, but after seeing your serious face he was speechless. After the initial shock he pulls you in and kisses you, he lets out a laugh after pulling back before resting his hand over your stomach. John tries to be around as much as he can for the majority of your pregnancy, but life as an officer is a very demanding one.

While he's gone on deployments he tries to stay in contact as much as he can, and if he doesn't have service he keeps a picture of you and a sonogram picture of his little one tucked away in his tactical vest. The only person he shows and talks about his new child with is Simon, because this man is dealing with 5 kids even after saying he's too old for this life.

You end up giving birth right before John was getting ready to land, and let's just say this man threatened a lot of people just so he could get to the hospital as soon as possible. John overall as a parent would definitely be doting but he knows when he needs to put his foot down, even if it does end up drawing tears. He’s one of those dads too that definitely lets his kids do whatever to him, especially if he has a daughter.

[agentmarcuspike]

psa tumblr blog pedgeconfessions is a hatefully bully giving other hateful bullies a platform to spread disgust for no reason and you should ignore and not interact with it. it’s so embarrassing to be part of a “community” that does this with no shame. so many people i’ve met here and now call my closest friends are being targeted purely because they have what some people consider a “large following”. they’re labeled mean and condescending and even called slurs, and harassed by people making up dangerous rumors about them with no root in reality. i’ve never seen proof of there being any truth to these baseless accusations, other than “personally i didn’t like this thing”, and people jump on that toxic gossip train (yeah i said it) as if it isn’t headed straight for the cliffs. said blog supports and even encourages that behavior. // Oh my gosh stop crying people on this site are literally assholes stop acting like this was such a great place and everyone is friends and it's just this one person trying to divide us, no there's a mass exodus because people are douchebags and when you call them out on it they want to feign ignorance and then make themselves the victim and cry a damn river, and if they have enough friends oh they're going to ride hard for their "victimized" friend and harass people like the bullies they are. All of you are the type to know that there's a problem but not want it to actually be out there so you just quietly talk to them in the DM no it's good that this is getting out there's a lot of rude cliquey fanfic writers who either steal other people's work or just write the most trashiest things and then when you give them constructive criticism they get mad. A lot of these people are not nice people just because they're nice to you does not mean they're nice to anyone else there's a reason why there are so many people sending in things about them they're not good people sorry but your friends are not good people. A lot of you see what happens on this app and you stay quiet but when it affects you or your friend that's when you want to ruffle feathers and call out names you all are a joke.

i can only speak for myself but this actually was a great place for me because of a lot of these people being anonymously targeted. i have yet to see the behavior these people are talking about, or someone non-anonymously saying something, but i know if i see someone i love being douchebags i’ll message them privately, or “quietly talk to them in the dm”, not post about it or complain anonymously to a gossip blog, because i believe that’s how people change, not through public embarrassment.

i get mad too when i receive “constructive” criticism i didn’t ask for on something i made for fun. and when people steal and take credit for something i made. and rightfully so, i’d be a victim of theft.

how do you know people see the things you claim they stay quiet about? a lot of people like me mostly look through our friends’ blogs, as we don’t have time to scroll through everything from everyone we follow all the time, and so of course when something affects me or my friends i’m gonna wanna talk about that. i AM on this site for me and my friends. not to constantly post about social issues or better myself as a person or whatever, i do that in my real life with people whose names i know and whose eyes i can look into. you don’t know what people do and don’t to off this site. this is where most people come to take a break from all of that, and then this is what we’re met with.

not allowed to be a victim, not allowed to speak up for yourself, not allowed to make mistakes or to not be updated on everything all the time. even when people actually make an effort, which they don’t owe anyone, to change their behavior they’re criticized. insane

[chiarrara]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Oh my gosh this is impossible, I like too much and I'm the most indecisive motherfucker. I actually agonized over this, like this is so broad I was trying to think of everything I've ever liked, and what do you mean by favorite, and do I like the story because of the characters or the narrative, and how much do I like them now vs. how much I used to like them. I was doing way too much.

Basically, this is a list (loosely ordered) of my favorite characters (probably) right NOW, either based in recency bias, or in their lasting ability to remain a favorite years later A.K.A. characters that altered my brain chemistry because I'm insane about them:

Yuri Plisetsky - Yuri!!! On Ice

Yuri Plisetsky is my favorite of all time. If the rest of the list isn't quite in order, he's still at the top every time. There are some characters that just click for you and he's one of them. You're gonna start seeing a pattern here with some of these characters so it might just be that I have a type, but either way I love him like he's me. I love to put him in situations. I love to explore his character. I love to imagine his future. And I love his lil face. He's just so determined, and so angry, and I adore him and all his flaws.

2. Otabek Altin - Yuri!!! On Ice

Now listen, he's not a major character, he doesn't have a lot of screen time, but he made a huge, huge impact. It's not a coincidence that I love Yuri P so much, Otabek is so high because of Yuri P. But ultimately, he's one of my all time favorites because of a version of him that exists in fanfiction and fanon. Specifically, I love Otabek because of "From Almaty, With Love", my favorite fic of all time. I love to inhabit his mind, but also I just love him. He's the type of guy who's nothing like me, but I wish I was more like him. Also, I'm just a sucker for the strong and silent type.

3. Megumi Fushiguro - Jujutsu Kaisen

Current biggest projection target. Oh my god how this lil guy has taken over my mind. I watched JJK for the first time in December, but I don't think I really got insane about Megumi until I read the manga and... just check out my tag #megumi fushiguro's gay little hands. He's just so compelling to me. I just love a grumpy teen. I love a troubled little guy. I love how out of touch with his emotions he is. I love that he's insane. I want to put him in every possible situation and see what he does. He's my favorite, I don't know what to say.

4. Ahsoka Tano - Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Ahsoka!!! I love her so much!!!!! It's been a while since I watched The Clone Wars, and I'm off the Star Wars hundred million franchise properties train right now, so I haven't watched the new show, and I probably won't because I like her just the way she is in Clone Wars and I don't need any more. She's the coolest girl, she pulls like crazy, she's some variety of lesbian, she's a skilled fighter, she has a great personality, and she's a brown girl for brown girls. Like, little boys get cool characters they can latch onto all the time, she's that for me. Love her forever.

5. Zuko - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ahhhhh, Zuko. I'm gonna try to be normal about him. Best redemption arc ever written in any media ever. He's just so lovable. You get to know him even a little bit early on in the series (The Storm) and it's just...OH. You start to understand. And it just grows and grows from there. He's a sympathetic character (The Blue Spirit), but you don't pity him because you're with him every step of the way as he has to grow and fight through all the pain and conflict inside him (Bitter Work, The Avatar and The Firelord). And he makes the worst mistakes. He makes the wrong choices (Crossroads of Destiny). And he has to earn every little bit of his redemption. And he does. What an incredible character. One of the most iconic voices of all time (Dante Basco, I love you). Also, I just love him. "Hey, Zuko here!" He will always have my heart.

6. Yuuri Katsuki - Yuri!!! On Ice

It is actually impossible for me to pick only two pictures of Yuri Katsuki because he's just so precious in every single one in completely different ways. I wasn't sure at first if I was going to put him on this list because Yuri P dominates my thoughts around YOI so much. But I don't love Yuri On Ice because of Yuri P. When I'm actually in a rewatch, Yuri Katsuki reminds me how much I love and adore him and how much he really means to me. Discovering Yuri, and everything he doesn't show you through his unreliable narrator ass as the show goes on is so so special. And nothing in that show could make me fall in love with figure skating the way "Yuri on Ice" and "On Love: Eros" did. My 2017 Spotify Wrapped was 90% YOI music because I used to fall asleep to "Yuri on Ice" on repeat. I love him so much. He means so much to me. That's all I can say.

7. Rue Bennett - Euphoria

She is me. I am her. This is less about her character, and more about how she allows me to see myself and be seen. My weakest parts. My most painful parts. The worst experiences of my life. I don't think I've ever related to a character or what they have gone through more than I have with Rue. I don't think I've ever related to a character's flaws and worst moments more than I have with Rue. Say what you will about Euphoria, I don't care. It's so important to me because of Rue. At least....Season 1 is.

8. Effy Stonem - Skins (UK)

Are we starting to see the patterns here? Effy Stonem is THE original indie sleaze girl. I wanted to be her sooooo bad. I wanted to be her in Gen 1 (I loved Effy Stonem before Gen 2, I'm not like other girls. lmao, anyway...) Skins was a very formative piece of media for me. There is no world where I love Euphoria without having loved Skins first. Skins and Effy made me want to go to raves in Bristol, wear ripped tights, take MDMA, smoke spliffs and cigarettes 24/7... it was actually such a bad influence, but it means a lot to me. I loved Effy from her first appearance on screen, and I loved her until her last. Kaya Scodelario you will always be famous.

9. Ash Lynx - Banana Fish

Ash Lynx is one of the most complicated and compelling characters I have ever seen. I had a hard time deciding to include him because I don't feel like you can divorce Ash the character from Banana Fish the story, or from Eiji and their relationship. Do I love him as his own character, or do I love Banana Fish in its entirety? But I do love him. He's very special to me. Banana Fish is about him. It's a love letter to him, in a way. You can't love Banana Fish without loving Ash, everyone around Ash loves Ash, even the horrible people who want to claim him. His pain and trauma is so overwhelming, but you as the audience can see the person he is through all of that even if he can't, and you just want him to find happiness and see it for himself someday. And be safe for the first time in his life. A tragic hero who really shouldn't have been in a tragedy. An unfair tragedy. He deserves the world.

10. Kyo Sohma - Fruits Basket

At this point you have to be seeing the pattern. I love a well-written grumpy boy. And I love Kyo Sohma so, so much. I watched 2001 right before 2019 and let me tell you, the vidication... I was absolutely in love with 2001 Kyo, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. He was my little shojo crush, it was fine if he wasn't Tohru's. Then I popped on 2019, and he had the SAME VOICE ACTOR!?!?!? Bro, the way I melted. And then the show went on and I noticed he was being framed a little different than he was in 2001???? I mean, if you want my whole watch through check my #fruits basket 2019 tag. I had a whole journey. Let's be so honest, Kyo is on here because I'm in love with him. But also, he's an amazing character with so much deep turmoil from really really difficult circumstances, and he still manages to be caring and attentive and kind, along with a million other amazing character traits. Most character of all time. I love him so much.

BONUS (Characters I can't believe didn't make this list):

The Entire Skins Gen 1 Main Cast (who I love more than Effy, but I can't pick just one favorite), Suguru Geto (who's creeping up on me more and more as I dive deeper into his character), Eiji Okumura (the other half of AshEiji, and just the sweetest boy alive who's also the biggest ride-or-die I love him), and Victor Nikiforov (out of the YOI cast, he's my least most favorite, but I love him so much and his lil heart mouth. He's a star, he is the moment, give him his flowers).

[kingofthewilderwest]

11 and 34?

questions I think would be fun to be asked

What do you consider to be romance?

This is one of the coolest questions on the list.

Romance is devotion - not in an obsessed or worshipful sense, but in loyalty, in attentiveness. You draw to them with intentionality and care. It's seen when your eyes linger on the person because of how much you love to see their face. It's seen when you softly, quietly, deeply, intimately interact with their needs, desires, or insecurities. It's the intimacy of wanting to be with their very being. It's where their presence is so meaningful to you, and you act to give them a presence to match. It's bred out of mutuality. It's sustained out of intention.

For me, a romantic gesture is walking together under the stars. It's taking someone to the orchestra (I am nothing if not a sappy musician). It's listening to them in the worst hours of the night and holding onto them to comfort. It's sitting side-by-side with them, lying on the carpet next to them, knowing how much they mean to you, how much you mean to them. It's the intimacy of when two souls intersect.

I have no interest in sex, I have no interest in overblown words (even when well-intended), and I have no interest in people who change their treatment of me the second we say, "we're dating." To be honest, while I know this is not typical of others, those things are major turn-offs. I don't like gooshy motions or going through the hoops of what a couple should be. Romance, to me, is more subtle. You don't put it on; you already know it and feel it and mean it. It may often be unstated. It's built on trust, a draw to one another.

Any pet peeves?

Oh gosh so many. I need to work on that with myself. I won't go through a whole list, and please know I don't mean to target anyone. But if people keep asking #34, I can mention others.

Let's see... people who complain about other drivers or bad driving events. I really, really don't like it. I mean this with grace, but it demonstrates the poor temperament of the person complaining and highlights their own pettiness and immaturity. Responding to one person's error (especially when it was four seconds max where you interacted with them) with your own error vibes baaaaaad. I don't like raised voices, either, already.

I get that emotions are automatic sometimes, but we choose our action and we choose whether or not to engage in the stewing. I think a better response is to take care of yourself on the road, do all you need to protect yourself and others, and be grateful you've survived another day of an innately dangerous activity. I get people may be upset with the other person for doing an unnecessarily dangerous or self-centered move, but it's already ended by the time you notice it, and ergo, things worked out. I wish we could find a way to be relieved you didn't get hurt and that you made the appropriate choices to save everyone. There's no competition on the road; cooperation and grace keeps us alive, and in that, I'm content.

Ironic, though... I complain lots on other topics. Should remind myself that that demonstrates my own pettiness and immaturity. Important vibe check on myself.

Let's not have people respond with other opinions on that one. You can think all the thoughts you like and I totes respect that, let's just avoid igniting the very pet peeve we brought up. ^.^ Hope this was an interesting ramble and didn't bother folks. And thanks again for the prompts!!

[focsle]

Can I hear about 19th century whaling history 👀

I loved the game series dishonored for reminding me about whaling and I've wanted to know more irl stuff

Oh gosh ahaha I’ve written like…maybe 60,000 words worth of essays on this. And also, yes, dishonored rocks, I felt sooo targeted with dishonored.

My tag awhalin has everything (450 posts worth, apparently!), but it’s quite chaotic because it’s a jumble of random transcriptions I’ve done across multiple fellows’ journals (that I tag in a very unhelpful way lol), essays, shitposts, me getting sentimental, all of that.

I’m in the process of reposting and organizing the essays in a more official capacity. They can be found here. It’s not nearly all of them…maybe 1/3rd of them…but it contains some of my favorites right now. Depending on if you’re looking at it in a browser or on mobile, there’s an index either on the left or at the bottom, as well as a search bar if there’s a particular thing you’re looking for.

And if you have any other curiosities I’m also always happy to answer specific questions.

[jinisnuggets]

Hii, I recently found your account and saw you have treasure on your fandom list and would love you to do something them related.

Could I request a high school fluff story between fem reader x Doyoung? Doyoung, yn, and Yoshi have friend group trio where yn has a crush on Doyoung but he already has a girlfriend?

𝕀𝕥'𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕋𝕠 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖

Pairings: High School! Doyoung x Highschool! Fem Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre: Fluff, angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Breakup, sensitive language, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating

Synopsis: Doyoung, Yoshi and you have been best friends ever since middle school, however when you entered highschool your best friend Doyoung got a girlfriend, what you couldn't tell him is how you felt about him for so long even before you ever spoke a word to him.

Doyoung's relationship with a girl who soon became popular in the school just stopped all the plans you had with Doyoung and Yoshi. every time you and Yoshi tried to hang out he would always bring up his girlfriend.

The next day after you all moved in together as roommates, Doyoung came back to the dorm upset, when Yoshi went to talk to him you overheard them say how his girlfriend started an argument over him moving in with you.

Of course she did..

Truthfully, you never liked the girl, Jeong Sihyun. In your past school, she was your classmate and made your life a living hell. She and her friend group always loved to target you, they even once pushed you right off your chair. The disappointment you felt when Doyoung announced her as his girlfriend just made you want to splatter the absolute nastiest things at him.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to tell Doyoung, he had liked her for so long and although it bothered you.. you would never be capable of breaking them up.. even when you knew it was for the best.

Doyoung loved her, and she seemed to like him too, although it disgusted you.

But soon the love faded when you constantly heard arguments between the two when she used to come over.

It went from arguments of Doyoung forgetting things to arguments of you.

You only ever heard your name come out from both mouths.

"IF YOU DON'T UNFRIEND HER I'LL BREAK UP WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!"

"SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND!!! WHY CAN'T I LIVE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON FOR ONCE??"

"It's either me or her, Doyoung. You choose, it's not okay to have a female best friend and a girlfriend."

"Oh just like you made out with your male best friend on the bus last week? Fine then, I chose her, and we're over!"

Upon hearing Doyoung's harsh words to his ex, you were left in complete shock. How much patience does he have for him to have not broken up with her right after he found out what she did?

After she left you exited your room, Doyoung was sitting down, the mood felt odd, as he wasn't happy and cheerful as he always was. Part of you was glad, finally things would return to the way they used to be, you could finally hold Doyoung's hand again, the three of you could finally go out and eat breakfast together on the weekends, you guys could finally take your yearly trips, you finally wouldn't hear all over the hallways how Doyoung was cheating on Sihyun with you, everything would return to the way they used to be.

But half of you felt guilty, you were the only reason they fought so often, the reason they broke up…

"Doyoung…. I'm sorry… it's my fault the happiest moments of your life ended-"

"How long were you planning to hide the fact that you used to be bullied by her?"

The silence was too loud at the moment, gosh how much you wish Yoshi hadn't gone out with some friends to the movies.

"We were best friends… what do you mean bullied?"

"Don't you dare lie to me Yn, I know you were bullied, and she was the person who you hated most."

"She never laid a hand on me!"

"Yeah right, just like she kicked your chair while you were sitting on it."

"How did you-"

"You could've been honest from the start, you predicted this would happen from miles away."

Your heart sank, now your guilt felt endless. You wanted him to stop, stop hitting you with his harsh words.

"I'm not mad at you… I'm not upset about this break up either… I just didn't understand why you kept it from me for so long…

"I'm sorry Doyoung, I didn't want you to break up with her since you loved her so much…"

"Loved her? It's impossible to love her, she never liked me, she just dated me for her own advantages."

"I'm sorry…"

Doyoung stares at you while you stare at the ground, you felt like you wanted to disappear, but you suddenly got a burst of shock upon hearing Doyoung start laughing.

"How are you in such a happy mood!!? You just broke up with the person you love-"

"What if we text Yoshi to hurry up? I'll invite you guys to eat dinner tonight."

"What?"

"You didn't expect me to cry over her right?"

"Well.. honestly I kinda did.."

"Wow Yn, you know what? I'll invite Yoshi to eat tonight-"

"Hey! That's not fair!"

You start chasing Doyoung around the dorm, finally you laughed with him again, you finally saw him smile again, finally things were going back to how they used to be.

You and Doyoung sat on the couch as you waited for Yoshi to return from the movies, although it was silent you couldn't help but smile to knowing things would finally get better for all of you.

"Afterall it's hard to find someone true.."

You look at Doyoung, confused but knowing his sentence had a meaning.

"It is…"

Just as Doyoung opened his mouth, about to speak, Yoshi opened to door and ran to Doyoung, although it was a loud mess for a while, you all smiled and chatted the entire way to the restaurant.

You never found out what Doyoung wanted to say that night, he never told you either. Therefore you never knew the exact reason for Doyoung's sentence, but you never asked after that.

Afterall he's right, although it's hard to find someone true. You found your true, and helped him find his..

[ruminate88]

Processing School Trauma:

School for me was torture. Everyday that I had to be there, I was absolutely miserable. After I was homeschooled, I would have dreams my mom made me go back to school and I would cry and feel like my mom abandoned me… School wasn’t just about being “labeled stupid.” It was about being misunderstood, judged, laughed at and neglected. It was a lonely place and I was daily rejected.

In the 7th grade: I had this computer teacher who was married to a “military man”. She was not only strict, she yelled daily and belittled everyone. The only thing I knew back then about computers was how to play solitaire LOL (it was 2002 btw) my parents never had the internet yet… I never learned how to type. The computer teacher was far from empathetic or understanding. She yelled at me daily. I would ask the guy next to me for help and because I was talking, she stuck me in the far corner by myself against a window where I could hear band practice across the way and I would get sooooo distracted 🤪 I was not typing or keeping up in her class at all…

After computer class, I would go to “reading lab” and I wasn’t a book lover by any means but you better believe I couldn’t wait to get to that class becuase literally, no one talked!!! 😅 not even the reading lab teacher. She would whisper and tell us to read quietly… oh boy, I loved her so much haha However, on occasion she would give us a book we all read together and out loud. I remember one day the computer teacher (I purposely forgot her name) she really shook me up one day just yelling at me and I was a nervous wreck! I get to reading lab and it was “my turn to read” 😳😳😳 ahhhh the reading lab teacher was like, “okay it’s your turn to read out loud to everyone.” And oh gosh I hadn’t stopped shaking yet and all I could think of was “plzzzzz hold it together and don’t cry!!!!” I was shaking the book so hard on my hands trying to remain calm and just get through it all.

Gym was also a nightmare. I purposely wore high heels to school so I could take an F and have to sit out. I can’t tell you how many times a ball of some sort would smack me in the face 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I nicknamed myself “The Human Ball Target” LOL Also had a bus driver that yelled and carried a whistle. He blew that stupid thing daily. I would leave off his bus with the biggest headaches… This is all just part of the things I remember about school that I detested!!!

Not all my teachers were mean or cold. 3rd grade was probably my best teacher ever. Well and 4th grade Mrs. Washington wasn’t too terrible either I suppose… I just remember school being the one place I felt the smallest, dumbest, weakest and the most misunderstood/misjudged. I got tired of kids acting like they knew who I was when they barely knew my name 🤪 “Popular” girls were so stuck up in middle school. They always talked down to me like I wasn’t a person and sadly, whenever they wanted a “piece of gum” or to “barrow a pencil”, they had to ask me….

Also in 6th grade, this guy named Robbie Williams punched me in my arm becuase I put his chair down for him off his desk 😝😳 I mean… how stupid is that???? He couldn’t stand that I was nice to him and he couldn’t stand me period. Punching me was satisfying to his ego and my reaction was to walk away and go sit at my desk… My mom asked why I didn’t tell the teacher and it’s like “uhhh cuz that’s only something a wimp would do.” I never told on Robbie or wanted to get him in trouble. I just realized in that moment he’s a bully, to leave him alone and I found out years later in high school, that he was physically abusive to his girlfriend and I believed it 😔🥴😳 That’s terrible!!

Sure, being homeschooled was obviously scary quiet. Only me there. Everyone at work and left me to my own devices. I taught myself everything at that point. It felt like the ultimate neglect. HOWEVER, you couldn’t have paid me a million dollars to go back to hell, I mean, school…..

[allylikethecat]

allyyy youre not the only one who cares about you know where the city is 😭 i love it so much and im so excited to meet that verse's george and see his pissing contest with taylor!

and omg both a&e and ducklings soon 😱 and right after that on a friday update too (idk how to explain, but friday has such a fresh vibe to me for omegaverse and im loving the direction so far)! idk if its too weird for me to say this on anon ignore me if so, but take your time and remember to get rest too <3

also istg one of these days im gonna have to pull up top gun or mens hockey because i just know im missing out with your other fics. the fandon stereotype about mens hockey writers is so true ahahaha

Oh my gosh thank you so much!! This ask just made me tear up it's so sweet!

I am 100% the target audience for You Know Where The City Is and as much as I love to write self indulgent fic (which basically all of mine is) I was worried that no one else cared and I know I have a lot of other projects people actually do like so just, hearing that you are also enjoying You Know Where the City Is, despite all of their IRL controversy makes me so happy! I can't wait for the Fictional!George and Fictional!Taylor pissing contest, it's still a few chapters out but the little bits I've written and outlined have made me so happy. Poor Fictional!Matty has no idea that they are the metaphorical toy they are fighting over either 🤣

Yes! The A&E fic update is all ready and saved in my drafts on AO3 to be published tomorrow morning before I leave for work! The chapter is a little different and I hope you like it! You will have to let me know!

Make Way for Ducklings will hopefully be coming in hot by the end of the week! Getting that chapter finished is my next priority!

ALSO I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying my take on the omegaverse! I'm a nerd and it's actually so fascinating to me how different authors have such different takes on it? I know I've mentioned it before, but one of my absolutely all time favorite books is The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin and her approach to gender has really influenced my writing (both in On a Friday and in Make Way For Ducklings) ... also not to be TMI but I also have horses... I just have a gelding (castrated male horse) now but I used to also have a very slutty little mare that made her heat cycle everyones problem and I would constantly be yelling at her to leave her brother alone 😬

I'm very proud of my Top Gun work - I'm taking a little break from updating most of those fics because I was putting too much pressure on myself with them because of how many hits they were getting and making myself anxious about it which was not fun and not the vibe- BUT I am extremely proud of them! My recent Hockey RPF (Hurricane in particular) I am proud of as well and am still actively working on! The rest... Baby Ally was unmedicated and very unhinged, proceed with caution and read at your own risk - I like to think I have become a much better writer since a lot of that was published haha

Thank you so much for this ask! I apologize for writing an novel in response - I got a little excited! Thank you for reading as well! I hope you enjoy the A&E update tomorrow and am excited to hear what you think!

❤️Ally

[merbear25]

Hii again, I back to share more of my ideas since you liked it so much💕💞.

Let's pick up from last time~

Anyways ,Mihawk being zoro ,Guardian fits so well ,Mihawk always being worried for zoro because he always get in to trouble which ends him up in detention and he gets called in to talk about zoro bevhior. Aww just imagine, and luffy being close to dragon is so cuttttee!!!!🥹🥹🥹 God!!!!! Imagine luffy being a bit cling to dragon💜😭 ,Luffy also having second father that spolis him crazy and give him whatever he wants ,tho luffy didn't turn spolied tho, Shanks calling luffy his boy ,his baby ,lots physical affection ,too ,Like kisses hugs ,etc..

Tho I don't there will be much to dig on with ,Mihawk since he super privat, He wants to protect from all the stress of being the son of a famous swordman,He doesn't talk much about his famliy on interviews ,To shield zoro as much as possible. And whenever he goes out with zoro ,He ignores the paparrazi ,He only wants to focus on zoro ,His child💚💜💕😭 ,Same goes for shanks, Tho for him it's worse cause his fanbase is bigger, And lots of creep fangirls that would stop stalking him. Once he went with a 5 year old luffy for ice cream and the paparrazi come runing to him ,Trying to take pics with him and luffy,Asking who this child is,Blah blah ,Shanks tried to tell he didn't wanna talk right now he was busy ,But they didn't listen ,Luffy being a small child didn't understand what was going on ,and why so people had surround them ,So out of nervousness ,He started to cry,Which made shanks really angry at the paparrazi for crossing his boundary and making a small child cry ,He started to curse them out which scread them away. Any thoughts or something you like to add?👀

🐚☆anon.

Hello again, my lovely 🐚☆anon! Hope your weekend is treating you well 💜💜

Reading the first part made me feel all warm and fuzzy! Making me a sappy mess and all, oh my gosh! I love how protective they would all be over these little boys 💜🥺💜 Zoro would definitely be a little menace at school, but he's in good hands with Mihawk! (even though he gives the poor man a headache).

Are you thinking of having the Straw hats become friends as kids or when they become teenagers?? Either could be good options, but if they met as children, the types of shenanigans they'd get into would be so freaking cute. My mind immediately goes to them conning someone out of icecream cones 😂

Mihawk would give the paparazzi nothing, Shanks would scare them off...I feel like their easiest target would be Buggy because he's such a people pleaser and blabber mouth 💀If the Cross Guild still exists in this au, he'd need to watch his back even more, so that he doesn't pull the other two into any unnecessary mess...though that would be really fun to watch...

[artcalledgames]

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[the-last-living-ocs]

AIGHT I AM GONNA TALK ABOUT ANTHONY BECAUSE I'M LOVE HIM this is gonna be very rambly heehoo

Read more to save y'all 'cause this is gonna be long

Also there's a chance I've said all of this before sory but I'm love him :D

Him tall boy yes, 188cm (6'2") fella good boy

He is a lovely man, a really nice lad, he's super gentle in manner most of the time and makes a great First Officer (on the starship 'Luna'). He has a fabulous sense of when it's time to be kind and when it's time to act, and he's not afraid to do what needs to be done.

Also he is an excellent fighter - he has a particular specialism in firearms and similar, due to his very particular background, but he is also skilled in his own kind of hand-to-hand combat style which he created from a combination of his experience of streetfighting, boxing and ballet (which he took for several years as a teenager, and recently began independently developing, it makes him unexpectedly nimble for someone his size). It's so unique that he generally gains an advantage through inciting sheer confusion. That said he's definitely at his absolute best with a rifle and a target a mile away.

Also he loves jazz so so much. He learning to swing dance also

Also he's Head of Security as well as First Officer, but he has a Massive aversion to authority. So... he never takes advantage of his position and has equal respect for both his ""superiors"" and those that work ""under"" him and when he accidentally time travels to the 80's that one time he immediately ends up vibing with the UK punk scene (which I cannot wait to write someday).

He's in a romantic relationship with Corvyn (senior medical officer on Luna), and loves him so much so much oh my gosh they,, hh,, they're so good together it shouldn't work so well but Wow it does. ( Anthony is asexual and Corvyn is Very Much Not but they make it work haha)

Annnnnnd he is my favourite example of trope subversion that I have ever written,, even though it's not the biggest or most important subversion it's maybe the closest to my heart.

'cause I love James Bond and characters like that right but also I Hate them it gets so annoying how toxic they are and how easily they throw away particularly their romantic partners and ugh it gets on my nerves so bad

See he's such a typical character at first glance - tall, dark-haired and handsome, secretive and a bit moody, with a temper that can be utterly terrifying and very clearly possessing the ability to seriously injure or kill someone...

And then you see that he'll sit and listen to Corvyn when he's sad and just hold him gently to make him feel better. That his empathy is the fire behind any anger he expresses, that he doesn't mean his anger as anything except an expression of pain - that it gives him such a fiery and heartfelt sense of justice that he will do anything for it. Mean words can make him cry and he's not afraid to let himself be sad, (though he does find being vulnerable scary due to a traumatic upbringing) but he's not afraid to be happy either, he has a kindness that shows in his eyes and he constantly fights the fact that he has blood on his hands and may well gain more against the fact that his skill helps him protect those he loves. And yes he has lost someone, yes she was a woman and his partner and yes it does move him to change but it Doesn't move him to violence and it actually makes him so desperately sad but he doesn't just use it as an excuse to be angry. It's a genuine loss, not just a step on his road.

Also he baby I'm love him weeooeeooo :))

If I could hug any of my characters it'd be him :)

Oc rambles free card. Talk about whatever tf you want about your little homemade blorbo

[mimiri22-6]

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I just had a slightly terrifying very angsty thought;

What if Bruce was killed in public while in Brucie persona

Like, I Know that's just impossible, but Somehow someone crashes a gala or assassinates him during a public outing or like during a speech right after a big battle has already happened and he's Tired. The last one seems like it has a Chance of happening.

Gotham Loves their prince in his tower. Their Brucie Boy. The citizens would be distraught. The Waynes, back together, but at what cost? He's with his parents, but now all his children are orphans, again. If he was killed in a large crowd, there's a mob after who pulled the trigger. If none of the kids are around, some stay by his side to try and help, but ultimately...

His family would be-gosh-broken(? I haven't read any stories where he dies so I'm not actually sure how the family reacts in cannon), definitely angry and loosing sleep looking for the killer, Jason definitely has his guns ready and loaded for the bastard's skull. Damien. Damien hasn't lost family like this, let alone his Father. Who seems so impossible to kill, but dying. Dying like his grandparents did, too. Just-so many parallels with baby Bruce and Damien in this situation, maybe he was even there, also tired from fighting the good fight, but...Alfred is-Alfred has lost 2 house masters, all these kids have died at least once, but not Bruce. This time it's his-Master Bruce can't tell him to stay in the mansion. He's taking a shotgun and going with Jason. None of the kids have seen Al like this. Unbound by Bruce's house rules, Bruce wasn't keeping Alfred safe, he was keeping the world safe from Alfred. I'm not well versed in Cass, Steph, Tim, and *reads smudged ink*sunray boy w actual powers, but at the least Cass is Pissed, someone that understood her needs and took care of her and taught her, gone. And it was Bruce. Whoever did this, is never seeing the light of day again. And Dick...the first rob, Nightwing, the oldest, the one that's seen the most of it only outshown by Al. He......

And the villains of Gotham? Mmmmhm. Some are just like every other Gothamite and wouldn't Dream of laying a hand on Brucie Baby(what kind of scum goes after Brucie Wayne?! LET ME OUT-I'LL FIND THEM MYSELF-), some know his identity as Batman and with them, some even respect him considering they get their ass kicked. And of course the ones that don't care about another billionaire dying. Actually, I have the villains more thought out than like anything else (I like bad guys, sue me)

Mr Freeze-Bruce helped take care of his wife. He's not ok with this death and...maybe he can experiment on bringing the 'ice lad back to life

Bane-uhhh I'm not sure on this. He knows his identity, he has some respect for him?? (I'm gonna admit it's been a while since I've rotated Bane in my mind) Maybe not, he broke his back pretty good once and the whole I was born in the shadows you merely adopted it? Is that just a movie thing? More shadows for Bane?? More lonely in the shadows??

(wow I instantly lost steam when I started this villain section -n-)

Harvey-Now this is the one I've thought the most on(because Angst). Harvey Dent is Horrified and Angry. That was Bruce Wayne! That was His Friend! That was BRUCIE WAYNE! He's breaking out and flipping a coin to either go to a funeral or finding the bastard that did it. Maybe Both.

Joker-oh joker. Oh John Doe-eyed-for-your-nemisis clown prince. Sometimes he knows his favorite person under the mask and sometimes he doesn't. It really depends on his mood. If he doesn't know he doesn't care. Brucie Boy's number 1, would he ever target the other prince?(has he?)would he care if someone else did? Don'know. Maybe he figures it out through the absence of Bats in the weeks following and he goes to the bitch that ended his fun. Maybe he does know and is already on their doorstep, gas and c4 ready. Really? Idk. It's Joker, Have Fun With It

Anyway, where's the fic?(and if someone makes it or finds it can I pleaseeee be @ 🙏)

Omg this was supposed to be short, but I went back and added more ADD rambling to it. This took too long to write😴

😴😳 MAYBE SOMEONE EVEN SPILLS TGE BEAMS ON HIS IDENTITIES! ACCIDENT OR OTHERWISE!😳😑😴

[punk-in-docs]

I’m a ho for the detective. You think you know how filthy he is oh but he still surprises you. When he gets in a mood, he needs to fuck you right then and there. Smashing the elevator stop button and pushing you up against the wall. He hopes someone is watching through the security camera so he smiles and winks for good measure as he props you up over his shoulders, knees on the floor, eating you out like your pussy is the very essence of life. You’re holding on to the bar for dear life, juices and spit running down your thighs and drip drip dripping to the floor. You think he’s done and are grateful he’s holding you up, but he smiles wickedly at you saying “no no Birdie, I’m not done eating”. His hands spread your ass open and his tongue is running all around and into your winking hole. New sensation. Nobody’s ever done this to you before. You’re gasping and screaming for mercy, it’s too much. He’s moaning and saying shit like “theeeere you go, yeah she loves it, look at you Birdie. Anyone ever stick their tongue in your tight little ass? No? Oh man.” He spits at his target. “This might be my favorite dessert, baby. Now stop squirming and be a good girl for me, yeah? Gonna see how loud I can make you scream.”

It takes the elevator another 47 minutes before it’s moving again.

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TMI? To admit I think I just came from reading this? TMI? Probably TMI the kitty is growling my kitty growled I am without shame. It flew around the room snarling to read this m

You’ve killed me nonny I am physically dead. Pls play sex pistols at my funeral.

Oh dear gosh- the things I would let this slutty man do to me.

‼️So NSFW thoughts here pls be aware ‼️

You just know this man is so unbridled. He’s running a mile a minute. He’s here, he’s gone, he’s back. He’s changed his mind ten times in a second. He switches things up like you wouldn’t believe.

He’d be halfway through pounding you missionary when he decides to handcuff you to the bed, and then he’s spanking and spitting in your pussy and eating your ass like he was born to do it. The man is a chaotic switch (and so so evil with it) “Take it, come on you can take my dick. Surely you can take my tongue.” With a stout smack to your ass that ripples your whole hip. His tongue sliding down from your pussy to your ass. He laps up everything spilling out you and shoves his tongue right the way deep in your pretty ass. “So fucking delicious baby. Bet no other guy has the balls to eat you like this did they? Fucking morons ignoring a tasty ass like this. I should bring them up on charges. Fuck.”

Out in public at the movies? It got him riled up? One of those hardcore horror slashers with teenage girls scream scream screaming all panicked, flashing their tiny perfect teardrop tits and lots of garish blood. It gets him hard. He can’t help it. Gets him adjusting and shifting. And then it only ends with him reaching over and slipping your sweet little hand into his pants. “Help me out here honey. Before I fucking burst my zipper. Yeah that’s it- oh, rub me like that. Yes. Shit.” With his head thrown back. Eyes glossy as he gazes gaping at you.

He’ll have you in the dirty bathroom stalls halfway though the movie - uncaring. Sucking and slurping down his cock so good it’s got him moaning incredibly loud, fisting your hair and facefucking, spouting filthy and he doesn’t care at all who hears. Hand on the back of your head. Cig stubbed in his lips. Watching the thick drool slobber out of yours and over your chin. That porny glug-glug sound that comes with his sliding balls deep and bulging your throat. “That mouth Birdie. Fuck me. Every part of you is fucking sweet as hell huh?”

His car isn’t off limits either. He’s driving you out to dinner. A posh dinner too. A place with valet parking. Cloth napkins and bathroom attendants and glitterati LA fame. You feel like a fraud but he tells you how edible you look in your black dress and red heels. You wear stockings which he glimpses a peek of as you get in the car. Lacy band on your thigh. You better believe he’ll have you slip your panties to your feet in his red as sin Porsche, and he’ll be telling you ordering you to “Make a pretty little puddle on this seat for me. Come on.” As he twists his wrist and finger fucks the absolute shit out of you. Swirling his fingers and open palm slapping your clit to make you scream. “Louder honey. C’mon. Gimme that pretty voice.”