#it’s so good and so special and so important

[thatscarletflycatcher]

The year is 1848. You are Anne Brontë, and you have written a cautionary tale for young women about the dangers of marriage and how you cannot reform a rake, and that the notion that "women's gentle influence" can do anything towards fixing corrupted and vicious men is a perverse lie. To get this point across you insert a conversation between two characters close to the beginning of the novel where you logically argue "You would have us encourage our sons to prove all things by their own experience, while our daughters must not even profit by the experience of others." and then you illustrate your point through how, despite loving her aunt dearly, your main character cannot understand the extent of the danger she's in because her aunt will only allude to it in vagueries. Surely nothing can be clearer and more forcibly expressed, right?

Reviewer at Sharpe's London Magazine:

"we cannot but express our deep regret that a book in many respects eminently calculated to advance the cause of religion and right feeling, the moral of which is unimpeachable and most powerfully wrought out, should be rendered unfit for the perusal of the very class of persons to whom it would be most useful, (namely, imaginative girls likely to risk their happiness on the forlorn hope of marrying and reforming a captivating rake), owing to the profane expressions, inconceivably coarse language, and revolting scenes and descriptions by which its pages are disfigured."

(now you can better understand the tone of the preface to the second edition)

Bonus:

"we consider the evils which render the work unfit for perusal (for we go that length in regard to it,) to arise from a perverted taste and an absence of mental refinement in the writer, together with a total ignorance of the usages of good society... despite reports to the contrary, we will not believe any woman could have written such a work... at the first glance we should say, none but a man could have known so intimately each vile, dark fold of the civilized brute's corrupted nature; none but a man could make so daring an exhibition as this book presents to us. On the other hand, no man, we should imagine, would have written a work in which all the women, even the worst, are so far superior in every quality, moral and intellectual, to all the men; no man would have made his sex appear at once coarse, brutal, and contemptibly weak, at once disgusting and ridiculous. There are, besides, a thousand trifles which indicate a woman's mind, and several more important things which show a woman's peculiar virtues. Still there is a bold coarseness, a reckless freedom of language, and an apparent familiarity with the sayings and doings of the worst style of fast men, in their worst moments, which would induce us to believe it impossible that a woman could have written it. A possible solution of the enigma is, that it may be the production of an authoress assisted by her husband, or some other male friend: if this be not the case, we would rather decide on the whole, that it is a man's writing."

We love a person who can read a book about how women, even high class women, do not and cannot escape horrifying scenes of abuse and degradation by men in Victorian society, and are, because of their special legal and economic vulnerability, most often the target of it, and go "this couldn't have possibly been written by a woman because ladies cannot have any experience whatsoever of such things."

[jaehaeryshater]

Ygritte and her daughter Bael Whitewolf

art by: @nautieval

I am so grateful that my oomfie worked on this commission for me. This is literally my fifth Ygritte commission 😭😭😭 at this point I’m her biggest fan. I think that it turned out so beautifully. It’s also the first art I’ve paid for that includes Ygritte’s daughter beyond the fashion sheet Nata made me for the entire House in December. I love Ygritte and I love Bael, I’m so happy to see them together and see Ygritte as a mom. Obviously she has many faults and is a violent person, but at least with small children she canonically does have a soft spot and I think she would have loved being a mother so long as she didn’t have to compromise who she was a person.

This is from my AU where Jon becomes King Beyond The Wall before he abandons the Freefolk. The AU predicates on the theory that the Others will only negotiate with a Stark and that all other attempts to get rid of them will fail (obviously I don’t think this is true canonically but the AU is if it’s true), based on the very first chapter of AGOT where the Others were communicating over Royce, perhaps they were wondering whether he was a Stark, which would mean they should capture him instead of killing him. It actually isn’t all that relevant if it’s true, only if the Freefolk believe it is. Mance wants the best for his people and he wants them to survive, so he passes his metaphorical crown to Jon. That’s when Jon forms House Whitewolf and he marries Ygritte since he decides he will try to negotiate with the Wall instead of going back to them entirely (his need to feel important and needed of his own volition, especially since his brother was also King, is also a factor as to why he stays). Please please please, I am begging you, don’t complain that he’s married to Ygritte instead of Val. This all occurs without the Battle of Castle Black and with who Jon is as a person, the responsibility he feels he owes, and the fact that he believes he is in love with Ygritte, is the reason that in an attempt to maintain as close of a character as he was in the books, he marries her. If you want an AU where he marries Val, I encourage you to make it because it is quite fun to do. Back to the timeline, Bael is born on the march down to the Wall, where Jon is hoping he can get the Freefolk through. They don’t stop for long for her birth, only during Ygritte’s labor, then they continue, as time is of the essence. Bael is Jon’s heir until her brother is born three years later, which is a foreign concept to the Freefolk as they previously did not pass Kingship on that way. But she shares Jon’s blood and should Jon come to pass, she would be their only hope of ever communicating with the Others. She’s also important in the negotiation with the Wall as Alliser tries to coax Jon into giving up all his demands and surrender himself for execution as long as they let Bael and Ygritte through the Wall.

Ygritte is a very good mother and protective of her daughter. She loves her with all her heart, as does Jon, but as Jon is incredibly busy, she does have a special connection with her oldest child. She raises her up like a Freefolk woman and she’s as soft with her as a quencher of the Freefolk could be expected to be. She’s so proud of the human she’s created and that she has fulfilled her ultimate person from the Old Gods. When Jon is off in battle, she serves as a regent in her daughter’s best interest.

I have a whole headcanon post for this AU and House Whitewolf, if anyone is interested. I posted it on either November or December. I cover everything from Bael to the rest of the children, the children’s hobbies that are influenced by indigenous cultures. I talk about where the Freefolk eventually settle as well as what changes Jon makes to their culture and how him being King is different than Kings of the past.

I cannot think @nautieval enough, they honestly got this out really fast for me and didn’t need a lot of references. The art is super pretty, their commissions are open as of now so I of course encourage anyone and everyone to reach out and purchase a commission from them.

[cliff-snowpeak]

Okay, I'm seeing a number of comments expressing concern about the pony racism. Please know that we joke and jest about the pony racism, because it is largely incongruent with the show overall.

Friendship is Magic tackles a lot of deep topics quite well, everything from "Open communication is important" to "Caring for children is a lot of work" to "Artists need to be respected and properly compensated" to "Cults are dangerous and will stifle your individuality." All these seemingly disparate topics are then tied together under the show's subtitle, which, in the world of the show, is very literal.

In the world of Equestria, friendship is an actual physical force that generates powerful magic. Over the course of the series, Twilight and her friends befriend more people and get better at being friends, and their magical power increases as a direct result. Eventually, they realize it isn't right to keep this newfound power for themselves, and so they build the School of Friendship to help the creatures of other nations learn about Friendship Magic.

The School of Friendship isn't created to impart "superior pony values." It's about sharing the most powerful magic in their world and the tools needed to access it. And as it turns out, the tools needed to access Friendship Magic are also traits that make for a more harmonious and prosperous society: charity, compassion, devotion, integrity, and optimism. Or, as they're more often referred to: the Elements of Harmony - Generosity, Kindness, Loyalty, Honesty, and Laughter.

The series' epilogue then shows what Equestria looks like some indeterminate number of years or decades into the future, and we get to see creatures of every sort, happily mingling and going about their lives. Their gamble has paid off in spades; by sharing the Magic of Friendship with everyone, Twilight and her friends have truly transformed their world for the better.

(The part about the school being non-accredited because the school board doesn't want non-ponies to learn their secret Friendship Magic is true, though. The Equestrian school board is *actually* very racist, at first. They learn their lesson eventually.)

All this is to say, occasional ham-fisted writing aside, Friendship is Magic is a very good show. So, when we go back and see these early Saturday-Morning-Cartoon-Very-Special-Episodes about how judging people based on appearances is Bad and Wrong, it's jarring and kinda funny. And so, we make jokes.

i'm gonna be honest i don't get why they say everypony instead of everybody in mlp. it's not like the word everybody is human-specific. the ponies have bodies. the word everypony, however, is pony-specific in a world where ponies are not the only people in their society, which means it would be more accurate and inclusive to use everybody instead of everypony. it all makes no sense to me

[ct-multifandom]

Big day for annoying people (me)

The two new eps of ML were good? Like wow it’s been great so far except ep 3 was comparatively a flop imo. Werepapas was so, idk, enticing lore-wise but I don’t have much to say that other people haven’t except that they’re clearly NOT neglecting past plot points, making the tone too silly goofy all the time, nor retconning important stuff like some people worried they would. We have been FED. I’m sure Felix is involved in that ring bs somehow, but idk if his intentions are pure or not.

Warning for the only salty thing I’m gonna say on this post: I’m so tired of going into the fandom tag and seeing people whining about “bad writing” problems that literally never happened based entirely on their own incorrect predictions they made up to make themselves mad. Ugh anyway. This post is gonna be about small details I latched onto in Daddycop!

We got to see glimpses of Sabrina and Max’s rooms this ep! Max’s room looks like a Star Trek spaceship but the books on his bookshelf are kinda giving those reference books at the library of like, archived government documents or research papers iykwim whereas the books in Alya’s room look like manga. An interesting thing I noticed in Sabrina’s room is that she has a line of framed certificates on the wall, maybe academic awards or something similar

Did they ever say if Markov can see Kaalki or not? I’m sure they will eventually but idk which option I like better. It’d be cute if they were friends but it’d be pretty funny if he had to watch Max talk to the secret floating ghost who lives with them now and not question it

List of things Sabrina dumps in the trash: yellow nail polish, the brooch Chloe gifted to her/bribed her with in season 1, the cat ear headband from her Chat Noir cosplay when she and Chloe were roleplaying as him and Ladybug in season 3, a beret, maybe the one Chloe tried to bribe her with in s1, Chloe-style sunglasses, a Queen Bee doll, a photo of them together in the old animation, and a mug/tumbler? Maybe a gift from her as well idk maybe they’re selling Queen Bee-themed Stanley cups over there.

:((((( Aw Sabrina nooo I hate seeing her so sad and the way she lied to her dad so he would think she’s happy and has friends

I think this might be the first time the show referred to Fire Captain Hessenpy by name?

Marinette’s scooter has the T+S logo on it and a sticker that says Boulangerie Paris

Between eps 2 and 4 I’m getting the sense that Sabrina uses Miss Hound as an escape kinda like CN where she feels like she can become instantly likeable, trustworthy, helpful, and useful through the inherent credibility of being a superhero. She has anonymity, can sort of start over on a blank slate, and is automatically implied to be a good person since Ladybug entrusted her. I’m guessing we’re gonna see more of that blank slate idea with other characters and what they’ll do with it, but it’s telling that Sabrina decides to transform to resolve people’s minor inconveniences, especially when she’s feeling bad about herself. It’s like she’s proving a point to herself but also giving herself something productive to do.

The GIRLS Ahhhhh let’s go lesbians

Noticing a clear absence of Alix. Ik the special implied she has to keep hiding in the burrow from Lila but she’s all normal-looking in the intro and they can’t shelve her forever. I feel like something is gonna change to make her be able to return.

^^^ ALSO she’s the only hero with zero design updates and my theory is that the purpose of that is so she can do contrived time nonsense like going back to earlier seasons and going forward without contradicting anything or revealing which time period she’s actually from

I gotta say the side character writing has progressively been better and better throughout the show. Atp they really feel like actual people with their own opinions and motivations. In the early days they felt more like lovable NPCs who talked occasionally but now they’re real characters? With free will? I feel like I just watched Pinocchio get turned into a real boy

The pro-healthy eating censorship/propaganda/whatever in this show is so funny omg. Juleka: I brought fruit tea Mylene: wow that’s so much better than the sugary soda we had last time LMAO. To balance out Rose holding a bag of popcorn they gave Zoe two burlap sacks full of oranges which tbf I’d rather snack on those during a movie than popcorn but still. I saw a vid recently about gravity falls adding random bowls of fruit next to characters eating junk food because they were getting flagged as promoting unhealthy habits. I keep thinking about that moment in Ikari Gozen when Mari asks Kagami out for “juice” when any normal teen would’ve said “coffee” like nope no caffeine in my good Christian miraculous

Love Kagami being a pretentious film nerd go hang out with Nino

RED ALERT YOU GUYS Mylene has an inclusive pride flag pin on her overall strap. Like the rainbow flag with the trans triangle and the black stripe. It’s not subtle or anything it’s just right there wow. Damn

The pin above it reminds me of Timebreaker’s logo. I wonder what some of these pins mean

Ok last season they seem to have established that Sabrina became friends with Marc and Nathaniel who were both explicit Sabrina Supporters since their akuma episodes, so it feels sort of convenient that they were written out of the narrative for this ep. I do see the whole Girl Squad thing and how she feels excluded when all the girls in the group hang out together without her, doing traditional girl things like movie night sleepovers, so I do think it’s totally valid. Her having absolutely zero friends is hyperbolized though.

On that note I have to wonder if the school might have several lunch periods because none of the male characters expect Adrien and Nino were there. Or maybe they just stage the scene with whoever is convenient. They might have flexible lunch schedules and all the other characters are off somewhere else.

Rose mentioned a girl whose name I didn’t recognize and after rewinding i can’t tell what she said. Aglie? New character? Maybe she’s that black girl with pink hair who was sitting with Adrien, Nino, and Sublime at lunch

KAGAMI AND ONDINE ARE CANONICALLY FRIENDS this is like the Superbowl for me. I’m so excited for Sleeping/Princess Syren I need to see her.

God the girls were so messy in that scene where they didn’t want to invite Sabrina lol I kinda love it I can’t even be mad

Zoe, your lab safety is atrocious. Not only are you taking your goggles off while still in the lab, but then you *leave the room* and *touch someone* with your gloves still on?! Diabolical. What are they even doing, soldering computer chips?

Marinette when I catch you Marinette

Roger’s relationship with Sabrina is actually so cute even though he’s kinda misguided as a person GOD when he’s on his way to console his crying daughter and Lila enters his mind space and he’s cradling his arms like he’s clearly seeing her as his baby �� nobody talk to me

Alexa play I bet on losing dogs by mitski. Myyyy baby my baby…

We got a glimpse of the baddest bitch in Paris Xavier Ramier I’m so happy

Sabrina shapeshifted her necklace into a brooch. Huh. I guess you can just do that

The power of believing in herself allowed her to yassify her own character design into a cuter and more fashionable superhero! This is basically just like real life if you think about it

Her ball has a doggy nose on it awww

Lila telling Roger to turn around so she could back him up and fire the anti akuma was badass okay

I’m not sold on the loud ass makeup they have a lot of the characters wearing so I’m glad we got to see the girls with clean faces at the end there. Wow they look so normal! I’m also loving the pajama designs. I had to pause and look at all of them.

Zoe had to stop and hit Sabrina with that rizz stare to make sure Sabrina wouldn’t be coming up with any platonic explanations for her behavior

I never thought I’d say these words, but I think a love triangle between Sabrina, Zoe, and Max would be fun. Imagine Zoe is into Sabrina, Sabrina isn’t exactly catching the hint and sees Zoe as a really nice friend, Sabrina kinda likes Max, and Max is like damn these bitches gay. Good for them.

The end card is so baby omg

I TOLD YOU GUYS Sabrina was gonna get a makeover and people were like uH No iTs JUsT An aNimATioN eRroR oF a ScRApPEd DeSiGn girl why the hell would they leave a scrapped design in the intro, and there’s no way they would accidentally not notice that much less repeat it

Mark my words white haired Caprikid is not an error either he’s real and he’s gonna collect all the chaos emeralds to get that way

A new diabolical twink has hit the scene. Ray’s pompous ass immediately reminded me of Preminger from Barbie. He looks like he rides horses. Like he tells people he’s into sports but then you find out the sport is just horse riding. Immediately invested. Who is this diva. I want him to get hit by a bus.

Ooooo Zoe was up to some Delinquent Shit in America this is so juicy. I looove when suspiciously perfect characters get revealed to be secretly fucked up that’s the best. I’ve always loved those types of headcanons, that she was expelled from her last school and moved to a different country all of a sudden for her mom’s PR. If you think about it, that’s exactly what happened to Chloe damn. Daughter commits PR disaster, do zero parenting about it, relocate daughter far away to start over with little consequence! I wanna see some parallels. I feel like she made it sound like she moved because she was getting bullied at her old school, but what if that was a lie, or at least a partial lie? You know shit’s serious when the exposition is in the post-post-endcard scene

The pacing of these episodes has been satisfying compared to previous seasons, especially 5. They aren’t trying to shove too much in, but there’s still a lot happening and fiiiinally a nice mix of plot and fighting. I was getting irritated by how rushed a lot of the fights were last season like might as well just not have them at all

Late edit: back to the pajamas because I forgot to analyze them, I have noticed that Juleka’s pants have bats on them :) frickin bats. They also have like… a crescent moon with something sitting on it? idk what that is. It’s like a pattern of cute spooky Halloween imagery. But the pants and her black lace tank top versus Rose’s sparkly pink unicorn onesie is adorb.

Zoe has a yellow tank and seems to be wearing her usual leggings under running shorts um? Outside clothes in bed? And her pink slides give the whole thing a sans undertale vibe. Oh what the fuck why do the feet of her tights have individual toes lmao. The horror. I hate it.

I can’t tell what Mylene is wearing except a black t-shirt that might have something white on it. OMG EDIT 2 ITS IVAN’S T-SHIRT FROM HIS OLD DESIGN YOU GUYS SHES WEARING HER BF’S OLD BAND TEE AS PAJAMAS. This is headline news myvan nation. She has maybe pink shorts and her slippers look like Uggs.

Kagami’s silk pjs look luxurious. I love how her clothes this season went from just preppy to being very obviously EXPENSIVE like she’s blending in with the gang but she’s still clearly rich af.

Sabrina’s pjs are a classic set with her usual argyle pattern on them. 10/10 would give her a warm glass of milk and read her a bedtime story. I wonder what she needs eye drops for because she told Roger she needs to pack them.

Excited to see more yay! I love the little details. It’s kinda a bummer that Sabrina spent most of her hero focus ep sobbing but we ball (see what I did there) and the end was so cutesy. So excited to probably watch episode 11 before episode 6

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Special Delivery

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, possessive Simon, arguments, annoyance (spouse and nonspouse annoyance)

Author’s Note: Simon forgot some stuff at home, you are a firecracker if anyone has ever seen one so here we are. Inspired by one of my favs @bi-writes and her younger!wife x John Price fic

Masterlist | Bi’s Fanfic

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

It starts with a text.

My Ghostie: Forgot my wallet.

Then another.

My Ghostie: And my lunch.

And another.

My Ghostie: ...And the file on my desk.

You stare at your phone, lips pressing into a flat line. Unbelievable. You love your husband, truly, but some days? Some days he tests your patience.

With a sigh, you gather everything—his wallet, his carefully packed lunch, and the stupid file he swore he wouldn’t forget—before grabbing your keys. You could ignore it, let him suffer, but you both know you won’t.

Which is how you find yourself at the base entrance, staring down a soldier who looks entirely unimpressed with your existence. Arms crossed, legs planted apart, like he’s guarding the last bastion of civilization.

“I can’t just let you in, ma’am.” His voice is flat, bored, like this is the most mundane problem he’s dealt with all day.

You, on the other hand, are vibrating with irritation. “Look,” you huff, adjusting the duffel bag on your shoulder and waving the brown paper lunch bag in your other hand. “I’m not some crazy stalker trying to infiltrate your little clubhouse. My husband, Simon Riley, left his wallet, his lunch, and some other important stuff at home, and I’m just here to drop it off.”

The guard doesn’t budge. “Can’t confirm that without proper clearance.”

Your patience is wearing thin. You exhale sharply, then, with slow, deliberate movements, hold up a very distinct leather wallet between two fingers and shake it slightly. “Alright, genius, let’s use some logic. If I wasn’t supposed to be here, do you think I’d just so happen to have Ghost’s actual shit?”

The man hesitates, clearly uncertain. “That… that could belong to anyone—”

“Oh my God,” you groan, resisting the urge to fling the wallet at him. “If I was trying to sneak onto base, don’t you think I’d pick something a little less obvious?”

You go in for the kill. Flipping open the wallet, you shove it right into his face. “Does that look like just anyone to you?”

The poor bastard leans in, eyes locking onto the ID tucked inside. His face blanches.

It’s right there. Simon’s name. Simon’s face. Your husband’s face.

“…I mean, I still can’t—”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Alright, listen here, Private Dumbass.” You shift your stance, letting the overhead lights catch the big-ass rock sitting pretty on your ring finger. You tap it against the metal of the gate for good measure. *Clink, clink.* “See this? This means I can make your life very difficult.”

The man stiffens. You decide to twist the knife. “I may not have rank here, but I am married to a lieutenant. And if you don’t let me through in the next ten seconds, I will personally make it my mission to have you running laps around this base until your legs fall off.”

He stares at you like you’ve grown a second head. “You… you can’t do that.”

You smirk. “You sure about that? ’Cause my husband definitely can.”

That does it. With a sigh, he gestures for another soldier to let you through. “Fine, fine. Go.”

“Damn right,” you mutter, marching past him with your head held high.

Smart man.

——

After waiting at the gate for so long, you storm onto the base with a paper bag in one hand and a duffel slung over your shoulder, exuding confidence as your boots click against the concrete. The guards barely had time to stop you before a sharp-tongued remark had them stepping aside, unsure if they were more intimidated by your presence or impressed by your sheer audacity.

Simon’s dumbass forgot his lunch, his wallet, and a few other essentials, and you’ll be damned if he goes without just because he’s too stubborn to admit he needs you. He might be the terrifying "Ghost" to everyone else, but to you, he’s just your husband—the same man who forgets his keys and leaves his socks all over the damn house.

Walking into the common area is like stepping into a lion’s den—if lions had the audacity to gawk at you like a bunch of wide-eyed recruits seeing their drill sergeant off duty for the first time. A few soldiers are loitering, some cleaning their gear, others playing cards, but the moment they spot you, their focus shifts. You can practically hear their thoughts.

Who the hell is this?

Why does she look like she owns the place?

Did we miss a briefing?

The most unsubtle reaction comes from a particularly cheeky Scot lounging with his feet kicked up on a chair.

“Well, now,” Soap drawls, an impish grin spreading across his face. “And who might you be?”

You don’t bother stopping. “Not in the mood, Braveheart. Where’s Simon?”

Soap lets out a low whistle. “Oi, no need to be feisty, lass. Maybe if ye tell me who ye are, I can help.”

You sigh, shift the duffel on your shoulder, and lift your left hand just enough for the overhead light to catch on the massive wedding ring decorating your finger.

“His wife.”

The room goes silent.

Soap’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline. His mouth opens, closes, then—“No shit.”

“No shit,” you confirm dryly. “And unless you lot want to deal with a grumpy, starving Ghost, you’ll tell me where he is. Now.”

Before anyone can answer, a deep, familiar voice rumbles through the space.

“Don’t need to.”

The effect is instant. The tension in the room shifts as every soldier in the vicinity straightens instinctively.

You turn just as Simon strides in, the mask covering his face doing nothing to hide the sheer command he carries with every step. He looks at you, and even though his expression is unreadable, you feel the weight of his gaze.

“The hell are you doin’ here?”

You plant a hand on your hip, tilting your chin up. “Bringing you your shit.” You shove the paper bag into his chest before shrugging the duffel off your shoulder and letting it drop at his feet. “Your lunch. Your wallet. And the file you swore up and down you wouldn’t forget.”

Simon catches everything with practiced ease, his gaze dropping briefly to the items before flicking back to you. “…I would’ve managed.”

You snort. “Yeah? And by ‘managed,’ you mean sulking around all day, hangry as hell, making everyone else suffer for it?”

A muffled snicker comes from Soap. Simon’s head *slowly* turns toward him. The room collectively holds its breath.

Soap lifts his hands innocently. “What? She’s got a point.”

You smirk, smug. “See? Even he agrees with me.”

Simon exhales sharply, a sound you know is the closest thing to a fond sigh. Then, before you can react, he hooks a hand around your waist and tugs you in, pressing your body flush against his. It’s firm, grounding, and entirely possessive. His fingers spread wide over the small of your back, holding you there like he’s making sure you’re real.

“You shouldn’t’ve come all this way,” he mutters, voice softer now.

“You love when I show up unannounced.”

His grip tightens slightly. You know you’ve won. His hand moves to your hip, pulling you even closer if that was possible. His touch was firm but gentle, grounding you in a sense. You tilt your head up at him, grinning. “Besides, I know you missed me.”

“You’re a pain in my ass,” he rumbles, though there’s no real heat behind it.

“And you’re lucky I love your grumpy ass.” You grin up at him, reaching up to brush your fingers over the side of his mask. “Eat your lunch, alright? I made sure it’s still warm.”

A long beat passes before Simon finally responds.

“…Yeah. Alright.”

Soap mutters something under his breath, and Simon growls, “MacTavish, if you don’t shut it—”

But before he can finish, you press a quick kiss to his mask-covered cheek. His grip tightens slightly, and you catch the subtle shift in his stance. Oh yeah, he missed you.

“Well, my work here is done,” you say, stepping back with a playful salute. “Try not to forget anything else next time, yeah?”

Simon grunts, his version of a reluctant thank you. But as you turn to leave, you hear him mutter, “Get home safe, love.”

As you turn to leave, you call to your husband, “Oh, by the way—told the guy at the gate he’s gotta run laps for giving me a hard time. Make sure he actually does it, yeah?”

You shoot him a wink over your shoulder before strutting out, leaving a room full of stunned soldiers—and one very flustered Ghost—behind.

You don’t stay to hear the response, but you do catch the sound of Soap absolutely losing it as you step out the door.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[beatlblog]

#George can fix his own dinner sorry it’s for couples only (via @didwemeetsomewherebefore)

#steak and spuds#but none for George huh?#I would love to have heard John's 'indignant' voice#real indignant or mock indignant? (via @crepesuzette2023)

#a regular LITTLE HOUSEWIFE!!!#also his and johns dinner#LMAO literally only cooking for John like#George is right fucking there#but I’ve always loved to think of them in Paul’s house and Paul’s out here with his little apron making John his tea#so honestly this only confirms that image#I’m dying it’s so funny#Johns like don’t point it out to him then he’s gonna stop being my little wifey#I wish he’d answer tho#WAS IT COMMON JOHN 🎤 (via @sleeper9)

#has probably cooked for john since they were teenagers and now people are calling them weird for it#anyway I love the domesticity of it#everyone needs a work wife (via @javelinbk)

#cooking a steak for his husband after a long day of being rock stars#a single mom who works two jobs etc (via @backbenttulips)

#let him cook (literally) (via @elena-ferrante)

#paul being a little campy fork found in kitchen (via @hamyilton)

#ay el amor#perhaps affectionately (via @alwaysreturntome)

#they're in a penthouse where obviously the thing to do would be room service#especially in 1964 where that sort of thing was still new and exciting#Also the fact that George is sitting right there and Paul's not making him dinner I'm dead#Where was Ringo I wonder#But really it makes me think of how Paul talks about being good at scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes and not much else#He likes to be Linda's sue chef and chop things up and hang out with her while she's cooking but she's the one who loves it#And yet here he is cooking for John in a penthouse#Why is it so important for him to maintain gender roles in at least the media perception of his marriage?#Because of comments like this?#Or maybe Linda really was just so many worlds better at cooking and loved it so much like they always assert (via @m1ssunderstanding)

not especially new in 64 but maybe for them newly famous with money

#does george just not eat (via @supersonic1994)

no he alwys does and that's why it's funny

#they let george STARVE 💔 (via @gardenwalrus)

#also John “I love to play it faggy” lennon finding THAT funny is honestly hilarious lol (via @cocaineskinny909)

#its ok if he does john don’t be embarrassed (via @beatlesmenrock)

#I’m going to imagine that Paul turned round and gave George $5#and said ‘go ask the hotel kitchen to make you a sandwich’#‘and don’t come back for a while’#‘mommy’s going to give daddy a special adult kiss on his trousers’ (via @didwemeetsomewherebefore)

#''it sounds funny'' yes it does john. yes it does (via @moptopper)

#also obligatory#what's libel about calling paul camp? (via @saturn-iidae)

#secure men could chuckle at their boy best friend bring called their little housewife (via @paulscunt)

#and yet the regular little housewife apparently forgot to cook something for their kids aka george and ringo lmao (via @innitmarvellous)

#pauls a mummy#johns mummy (via @beatlesyurii)

#this book is out next week and I’m really interested to know what the source for this is considering Malcolm Searle died in 2008#by which I mean…I wonder if audio exists (via @delightfullyatomicfest)

#*heavy italian accent* what? no steak for george? (via @maccaritamondays)

#1) paul only cooking for john and leaving george and ringo to starve in a cardboard box on the side of the road#2) where did he get a little apron when they were on tour#3) he really just wanted to be someone's wife so fucking bad (via @ozymandiasdirge)

#how much do you wanna bet this was a money saving thing#like george is there eating some nice takeout and paul's stirring potatoes saying ''you're wasting all your money. right john???'' (via @moptopper)

When We Was Fab: Inside the Beatles Australasian Tour 1964 by Andy Neill and Greg Armstrong

I’ve stolen this off a Facebook group but feel it needs to be seen on tumblr.

[skzdelf]

Something More | Lee know

✶ PARING: Lee Minho x f!reader

✶ SYNOPSIS: A friendship born under the spring sun transforms into something deeper as two souls share quiet afternoons and passionate nights. Between everyday moments and glances full of meaning, the relationship between you and Minho evolves from complicity to undeniable desire.

✶ WARNING: Sloppy kisses; neck grabbing; jealous Minho; hot dancing

✶ WORDCOUNT: 2,2k (2209)

The silence in the living room, previously filled with the attention directed at the movie, was interrupted by constant meowing.

Sonnie, one of Minho’s cats, was lying lazily on his lap at the other end of the couch.

Dori was busy sharpening his claws on the expensive scratching post your best friend had bought a few months ago.

The one who wouldn’t stop meowing was Doongie, comfortably perched on the windowsill, gazing outside Minho’s apartment. His tail swayed slowly from side to side, as if caught between curiosity and the lazy vibe of the afternoon.

You had met Minho two years ago. It was thanks to a stray cat that your paths crossed—if credit could be given to a small feline.

It was a sunny spring day. You were strolling through the park, enjoying the warm breeze, when you spotted a kitten sleeping peacefully on a bench. Its fur was a messy mix of colors, and its calm breathing made you smile. Without hesitation, you approached to take a picture. You crouched carefully, trying not to wake it, but just as you were about to press the shutter, a smooth, deep voice broke the silence.

“Are you here to greet him too?” asked the boy with burgundy hair, leaning over the other side of the bench to pet the cat.

You were surprised by his presence, but even more so by the natural way he shared that moment. You gave him a shy smile as you tucked your camera away.

“It’s hard not to when he’s this adorable” you replied, looking at the little feline now purring under the stranger’s touch.

Minho, as you later learned his name, had a peculiar calmness about him, as though he and cats shared a special understanding. From that day on, casual encounters in the park became more frequent until, without realizing it, he became one of the most important people in your life.

“Tell him to stop, Min! I can’t hear the movie” you told Minho, tugging slightly on the blanket you both shared to get his attention.

He turned his head, looking at you lazily and relaxed, his half-lidded eyes exuding calm. A few burgundy strands fell across his forehead, nearly grazing his eyelids.

“Were you sleeping?!” you exclaimed, half-scolding. He had chosen the movie, and now he was falling asleep? You were ready to kill him.

“I was trying to rest so I could feel good tonight” he replied in his raspy, just-woken-up voice, sending a shiver through your stomach.

In a few hours, you’d be heading out to a party with your group of friends. You had brought everything you needed to get ready and planned to stay over at Minho’s place like you often did.

“Actually, you should get ready. You always take forever” he teased, letting out a sigh as his ring-adorned hands reached out to stroke Sonnie’s head.

You stood up from the plush couch and grabbed your backpack from the floor beside it. As you passed Minho, you ruffled your hand back and forth through his soft hair, messing it up.

Walking down the narrow hallway toward the bathroom, you noticed it was warmly lit by ceiling lamps.

The bathroom was spacious for an apartment, with a wide sink that could hold plenty of things—your makeup in this case. The mirror stretched across the entire length of the sink, backlit with white LED lights, perfect for selfies.

You decided to change there, pulling out your outfit for the night from your bag: a short black dress with a corset-like design on the upper part, fitted and strapless, accentuating your waist. The skirt was pleated, and you completed the look with a black belt adorned with metallic details, including a heart-shaped centerpiece.

Minho knocked on the door, and you cracked it open to peek out. You noticed he was already dressed. He wore a leather vest over a black tank top that showed off his arms and neck. A silver chain rested around his neck, giving the final touch to his look. He looked absolutely stunning, though you couldn’t admit it out loud.

He was holding Dori, who was purring contentedly in his arms. The constant hum of Dori’s purring filled the space, giving it a warm, homely vibe.

You let Minho in. He sat on the toilet lid, watching you as you moved back and forth across the bathroom counter, grabbing different makeup products.

A slight smile played on his lips. It was clear he enjoyed watching you work with such focus. You picked up a small brush and began blending the eyeshadow on your lids, carefully attending to every detail.

“I’m going to fall asleep again if you keep taking so long” Minho joked, leaning forward slightly.

You glanced at him through the mirror, amused by his comment.

“Perfection takes time. Or do you not like how it’s coming along?” you teased as you applied red lipstick to your smooth lips.

Minho shook his head, chuckling softly. In his arms, Dori continued to bask in his strokes, purring with contagious tranquility.

When you finished, you spun around to face him directly. Minho looked at you with a mix of admiration and pride.

“What do you think?” you asked, showing him the final result.

He took a moment before responding, tilting his head slightly with a broad smile.

“I think you look gorgeous, but…” He suddenly stood up, gently placing Dori on the floor. Once upright, he extended his hand toward your face, his thumb brushing lightly against the corner of your lips, as though he were handling the most delicate flower. He softly wiped away a small smudge of lipstick.

“Now you look better,” he said with a proud smile. Your poor brain couldn’t process what had just happened. While you were close friends, you’d never shared such an intimate moment.

Your heart raced in your chest. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.

“Now let’s go. The others are waiting for us” Minho added, giving you one last glance as he ruffled your hair—just as you had done to him earlier—before stepping through the doorway and disappearing down the hall.

The club was massive. The space was lit only by colorful lights—mostly red—and the music pounded in every corner, making it nearly impossible to hold a conversation. People danced pressed against each other, bodies moving in sync with the beat of the songs.

You and your friends were sitting in a booth, laughing as you finished the third round of drinks you’d ordered at the bar. For some of you, yourself included, the alcohol was beginning to take effect, drawing you further into the electrifying atmosphere.

“Let’s go dancing, Min” you said loud enough for Minho to hear over the music, tugging lightly on the edge of his vest to get his attention.

“Not now” Minho replied curtly, not even sparing you a glance as he continued chatting with one of his friends.

How interesting could that conversation possibly be? Why come to a club just to talk instead of dance?

Some of your friends were already on the dance floor, but you hesitated to join them. Each one seemed to have company, whether it was a boyfriend or some random guy who’d approached them with less-than-pure intentions.

Downing the rest of your drink in one go, you stood up from your seat, deciding you’d dance and enjoy yourself, even if it meant doing so alone.

Or so you thought.

Your body blended into the crowd as you moved to the rhythm of the music, swaying and bouncing effortlessly. Your hands ran through your hair, tousling it in sensual motions.

For a moment, you closed your eyes, letting the colored lights and the vibrations of the sound system envelop you completely. The dance floor was packed, yet it felt like, in that moment, only you and the music existed.

Suddenly, you felt someone behind you, a presence close enough for their warmth to pierce through the crowd. Turning slightly, you saw a tall, blonde stranger smiling mischievously at you.

Before you could react, his hands found their way to your hips in a firm but confident motion. You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his playful gaze, and began moving again. He followed your lead, syncing perfectly with your rhythm.

An intimate atmosphere quickly formed between you two, growing even more intense when your hands traveled up his toned arms, eliciting a barely audible groan from him.

His dark eyes locked onto you as your movements remained enticingly provocative, sending shivers down your spine. Your bodies were so close, lips barely apart—the tension between you tangible.

“Kiss me already,” the stranger murmured breathlessly, one hand sliding from your hip to cradle your cheek as he leaned in closer to your lips.

But before that kiss could happen, a sudden hand gripped the back of your neck—not harshly, but with enough force to pull you back abruptly.

The stranger’s presence was gone in an instant, and before you could identify the owner of the hand, a pair of possessive lips crashed against yours.

The grip on your neck shifted to the side, brushing your skin gently while the other hand firmly settled on your waist, ensuring you couldn’t pull away.

Soft yet commanding lips moved against yours, desperate and hungry, drawing you into a kiss you had no intention of breaking.

The kiss deepened as tongues intertwined in a seductive dance, leaving you breathless as small gasps escaped your mouth.

Then, suddenly, the person pulled back, but only to bring their lips to your ear. Resting them against your skin, they whispered in a low, gravelly voice.

“Was this your plan all along? To make me jealous? Well, you fucking succeeded.”

Minho’s raspy voice reverberated in your head, leaving you stunned.

Pulling back slightly, you looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his. His dark gaze flitted between your face and your swollen lips, and you hadn’t expected, not even in your wildest dreams, for Minho—your best friend, the most easygoing and effortlessly attractive guy you knew—to react like this.

You certainly weren’t complaining. You were exhilarated.

“This isn’t over,” he murmured again into your ear, the hand on your waist now gently stroking up and down. “Let’s go home. What do you say, pretty?”

Minho’s apartment was dimly lit, just as you had left it. You assumed the cats were either asleep by now or had been stirred awake by the noise you two were making.

You stumbled inside, wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging fervent kisses. Somehow, you both managed to kick off your shoes without breaking apart for even a second.

Minho shrugged off his leather vest and tossed it somewhere in the living room. His hands roamed over your body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

You walked backward, bumping lightly into furniture scattered inconveniently in your path. Your arms encircled his neck, fingers tangling in his soft, reddish hair.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of gasps and groans, growing louder with every touch you exchanged.

As Minho’s hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding you backward, you suddenly felt your back press against the cool surface of the wall. The contrast between the chill of the wall and the warmth of his lips now trailing down your neck made you gasp softly. His hands slid up your sides, brushing against the curve of your chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The darkness of the apartment only heightened your senses, amplifying every touch, every sound. Minho tilted his head to meet your gaze, his pupils blown wide with desire. In that moment, it felt as if his eyes were searching for something deeper, something words could never express.

Your breaths mingled, quick and uneven, as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. He leaned in, capturing your lips again—this time slower, more deliberate, pouring emotions into the kiss that left you breathless.

“This isn’t a game for me” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and laced with sincerity. His thumb traced a soft line along your cheek. “I need you to know that.”

You didn’t reply with words. Instead, your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt tighter, as if anchoring yourself to him in the moment.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes briefly as though committing this moment to memory. His hands slid back down to your waist, holding you close, his touch no longer hurried but tender and grounding.

“Come here” he whispered, his tone soft and coaxing as he guided you toward the sofa. The warmth of his touch remained constant as he pulled you down beside him, keeping the intimacy alive between you.

In the quiet of the room, with only the faint hum of the city beyond the windows, words seemed unnecessary. His presence spoke volumes, the connection between you now more profound than it had ever been.

The world outside could wait; for now, there was only the two of you, no longer just friends, but something more.

✶ A/N: le dedico este fic a Kih que hace rato me había pedido un fic de Minho!! Espero te guste hermosa ;)

[pedripics]

One to One: Pedri - Translation

How did the celebration for his dad come about?

“Well, one day we were at home, we were eating with the family, and I had the idea of doing something to dedicate the goals to my family, and because of my father’s glasses, well that came up.”

How are you?

“Good, good, very good. I haven’t felt this way for a long time and now I enjoy it.” - you are always smiling on the pitch! - “Yeah, that’s why. Because many times I wanted to be where I am now, and now that I am, I’m enjoying it.”

Of all the pics in the studio, Pedri chose the one of Puyol kissing the armband as his favourite

Most special match of your career? (question from Gerard Martin)

“Let’s see, my debut was special. It’s always special. Maybe my debut in the Champions League. But I will always remember my first game. Well, I also hope that it’s still to come. But the one that made me the most excited was my debut.”

And this season?

“The final against Madrid in the Supercopa. And on a personal level, I think I played very well against Atlético Madrid.”

What did Hansi Flick give to you?

“Well, I think for players confidence is very important. And what Flick conveys to you is a lot of confidence. He transmits that he trusts you a lot and so you know what you are capable of doing. And well, that helped me. Also the issue of injuries. It’s a thing that’s left in the past and I have that continuity. And like I said before, I am enjoying it.”

Is this best season of your career so far?

“Well, so far yes. Then it has to be reflected in titles, which is the most important thing. But yeah, it’s one of the seasons I feel the most comfortable in. The first one, I think I also had a good season. But yes, so far yes.”

Without the current one, which was your best and your worst season?

“Not counting the one now, I think the best was the first one. Because apart from the fact that everything was new to me, I managed to adapt very well, very quickly and very simple, because I had been watching Barça for many years. And the worst, I think the second, because of the injuries, because as I recovered from the first, I suffered from another.”

How does it affect you? How do you get out of that loop?

“It’s complicated, because in the beginning, well, as you say, you are injured. I’m already recovering and that’s it. And then when you relapse and those injuries keep happening to you, you don’t know what to do, what to stop doing, or what’s wrong in your life to change it. You try to change a lot of things and I think it’s been a process that I have had to change throughout my life. But hey, it’s a process that happened, I’ve learned a lot and now I am enjoying it again.”

How did all the noise around it affect you?

"You try to isolate yourself from what people say, but if you don't hear it yourself, other people say it to you, that you go out partying, that you don't work hard in the gym…. It's a lie, you don't have to give it importance, but it affects you. I train the same, I have changed the way, but not the time I dedicate to it".

Rest?

“I prefer to play for half an hour every week and in every match, rather than resting by not participating in matches at all.”

How hard is it to overcome mental struggles?

“Yeah, I think a player when he gets into that loop of struggles, it’s hard to get out. But I was able to and now I am happy! That’s it. I am happy, looking forward to continuing to enjoy it and to play.”

To what extent have Hansi and his staff helped you?

“Well, I think the people who came into the gym, the way they train, I am doing much better. We managed to nail it with the physios, conditioning and such, with what’s best for my body, what is better to train for me personally, and I think they have a lot to do with that.”

About the Fantasy League

“I stopped playing, man. I had me and I had Raphinha. They took Raphinha from me, they took me… So I stopped playing. My friends take it very serious. They say no mega clauses or anything.”

Doncic NBA drama

“I wasn’t expecting it. I don’t think anyone expected it, but together with LeBron they could do nice things.”

About his renewal:

“The club wanted it, I wanted it, and then it’s easy for everything to happen. They spoke, they more or less agreed and everyone was happy. “

Did you expect to wear this jersey until 2030?

“No, I didn't expect it. I didn’t even expect next years not to have a number. When I arrived here, at first I was sleeping in a hotel, I was staying at there with my brother and I was always telling him: "Wow, I had a good training session, I hope I get lucky and stay here." We talked about it a lot, until Koeman came to tell me that I was staying. And from that day until today, everything changed.”

You’re already a veteran. Do you feel like it?

“I am already worn out mate (laughs). Yes it’s true that there are a lot of young people and for the length I’ve been at the club now, maybe I am a veteran. Not by age, but by time at club. And yes, inside the locker room I feel like I have weight, that I am someone important, but in that locker room you cannot be too serious either. The secret is to have a good time both inside and outside. We are always smiling and I think that comes through later when it comes to playing.”

About fans enjoying to see them play

“Yeah, I think the fans enjoy it because we’re enjoying it on the pitch. We try and make it a show for the people who go to the games. And when we win, it’s even better. In games like against Atlético when we lost, people were happy with the way the team played.”

About Pedro

“As a kid, I always cheered him on, because he was from home, from the same place, and I was lucky to be able to meet him. He is a great guy, very funny, like a good Canarian. As a player, there’s nothing that people don’t already know. He is spectacular. How he played, how he dribbled, how he scored goals with both feet. I really enjoyed watching him.”

About his nickname Pedri Potter

“I’ve never seen Harry Potter, really. They always call me Pedri Potter, but I’ve never seen it to be honest.”

What is the future at the club?

“Well, I, from what I see, I think it’s going to be a good future, I think we have a good team. Personally, I hope to continue enjoying football, in the end, that’s what every player wants. Let’s win titles, it’s what Barça needs.”

About the season so far

“I think playing like we are, we’re on the right track to get titles. And well this year, why not?We’ve already won one, we are alive in all the others, so why not go for them all?”

What did it mean to you to be captain?

“It was in El Sadar. Also last year in the Champions League. If someone would’ve told me as a kid, I wouldn’t have believed them. I’d say ‘you’re crazy’. But it’s a pride. I think, already just being at Barça for me has always been the best. Imagine wearing the captains armband.”

Barça’s style seems to suit you

“Yeah, I always saw it when I was little and I was trying to learn from it. And well, I guess something about watching so many games has stayed. And well, that’s a lot of my father’s fault as well, who’s a lifelong Barça fan, I always supported Barça and we always watched the games together.”

About his family

“Without my family, without my father, my mother and my brother, I think it would’ve been impossible to get to where I am today. I hope they will be by my side, safe and sound, for everything that is still to come. Enjoying it with them is the best.”

Is the Liga still alive?

“People, when we lose two or three games, and they get a few points ahead… But yeah, it’s true that we messed up a bit. But hey, there are a lot of games left, a lot of points at stake and if we win the rest of the season, I am sure we can be champions.”

Can we dream of la sexta?

“Well, why not? Dreaming is always free. But hey, it’s true that in other years it was complicated. In the big games we usually didn’t play a good match, we didn’t usually win. I think this year it’s been the complete opposite. I think in the big games we’re showing what we can do, we’re playing good games, dominating them and winning them.”

What is Pedri like in victory and in defeat?

“Depends on what you’re playing. But if it’s in football, Pedri in victory is very happy, very happy. And in defeat, so angry. Mostly, I get angry with myself, if I could’ve done anything else, if i could have improved, maybe changed something in what I had done. And then I try to find solutions for myself and for the team.”

[for-a-longlongtime]

Good lord what is the young Joel and Marcus wip 😏

ANON come here and let me kiss you on the forehead!! This one is special to me 😍

First of all... young!Joel Miller x young!MarcusMoreno is not a pairing that comes completely out of nowhere. As a matter of fact, they're lurking in my masterlist, tucked into a story, but I don't want to spoiler it for other people who may not have read some of the fics I wrote last year.

However, if you know - you know. 😏

Let's get into it:

This is probably one of the heftiest WIPs that I haven't posted anything from yet, as the doc clocks in at about 5K so far - and it's actually going to be a series! I'd say a tentative 9 to 10 (not super long, hopefully LOL) chapters at this point. And I'm actually going to try to have most of this written, or at the very least have half of it done before I post the first chapter, just to make things a little more manageable for myself.

We meet Joel and Marcus in Austin, TX when they're about 20 and 21 years old, and the series will span a period of approximately twenty five years actually, so I'm very excited about that! They meet in a bar - that Joel isn't supposed to be at, because he's not of legal drinking age - when they're trying to break up a fight among their friends, which results into the two of them getting kicked out.

Joel has been working long, long days in construction for a few years in order to support himself and Tommy, as their parents died when Joel was 16/17 years old. One of the reasons why he rolled into that line of work - besides the money - is because the childhood house that they still live in needs so much work done, and the only way he could think about being able to afford that somehow is by learning how to do all the work himself because he'd never be able to afford a contractor.

His life couldn't be any more different than Marcus', who is busy with college and who tries to hide a part of his life for most people - namely that his father is the leader of the Heroics and his mother is a Heroics trainer. There is the expectation that he's going to follow in their footsteps, but his powers haven't shown up yet, so he's trying to focus on blazing his own path.

They end up becoming friends, and music plays an important role in that; the series takes place in the (early/mid) nineties, so get ready for a good amount of grunge / rock / etc. There are a lot of twists and turns in their story (apparantly Little Beast was only the beginning of a whole lot of angst/drama pouring into my fics), so I don't want to reveal too much it, but let's just say that it's a tough ass road and things don't go the way they've planned.

But! I do have enough written so far that I can show you a little snippet of a very rough outline from chapter 2:

Joel and Marcus listening to grunge music and smoking so much pot at Joel's place. Careful first kisses. Giggling about it as they’re so stoned and kind of nervous. (They only smoke pot when Tommy isn’t around/going to be home that night, also to help manage Joels aches as he tends to be sore after a long day at the construction site - that's half of the reason why Marcus brings over weed). They’re both too high to do anything that requires much coordination but Marcus starts grinding against Joel’s dick and they eventually get eachother off that way, clothes still on, sitting on the couch. There are more kisses while they're both still panting, now with a giggle in between breaths every now and then, and the weed just makes them lose track of time - and it's not all that long before Joel finds himself grinding his hips up against Marcus again. "Fuck. Fuck, I…." He can't find the words, especially not when Marcus rocks back against him, just a little slower on his refractory period. "I want…. Fuck. 'm too high. I can't…" Marcus hushing him with another kiss and Joel moans, grabbing Marcus' hips and shifting on the couch, until Marcus is on his back and Joel on top of him. Nudging his hips into Marcus until they line up, still fully dressed, and the little “oh my god” once he gets it right. "Take it, take it, take it," Marcus panting under him, holding onto Joel's broad shoulders, which makes Joel moan against him, and when Marcus' hands grab Joel's ass, something just clicks inside of Joel's brain. And despite that everything is still slow and soft, he just goes feral because he wants it - wants Marcus - so goddamn bad "Wish I was inside you," against Marcus' ear, and Marcus cries out at that, imagining it, and because it feels so good that Joel is fucking his cock against him. "I wish I…" And not all of it is coherent, it's a string of words that fall from his lips, but he kind of talks Marcus through it, what he wants to do to him, and Marcus just loses his shit because holy fuck, Joel's voice is so deep when he's been smoking like this, and nobody has ever talked to him like this while getting off, and he loves it.

Thanks again for asking, Anon!! I honestly can't wait to write more on them and to eventually share these boys with all of you.

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[lvrsturniolo]

Smokes n’ sweethearts ✧C.S

pairings: dealer!Chris x sweetheart!reader

synopsis; since it’s Valentine’s Day, Chris and sweetheart are watching a movie while he rolls up, but because of the special occasion, and how good she looks, hes gotta make her feel so good.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), pet names: mama, ma, sweetheart, sweet thing, etc., soft!dom Chris.

Today is Valentine’s Day. To you, it’s a happy day to celebrate love, but to Chris, it’s just like every other. He knew it was important to you though, so he decided to ask if you’d enjoy spending your evening with him.

You're currently sprawled out on his bed, the soft glow of the TV screen casting flickering lights against the walls. Some random movie is playing, but neither of you are really watching it. You're in your usual spot-lying against the pillows, legs tucked up comfortably, while Chris sits cross-legged beside you, breaking down weed on a tray.

The sharp scent fills the air as he rolls the blunt with practiced ease, fingers moving effortlessly. You watch him, half-distracted, your attention flickering between him and the screen. He's got that lazy, hooded look in his eyes, the one that always makes your stomach flip, even when you try ignoring it.

You shouldn't feel like this. It's not what this is.

"Y'good?" he asks without looking up, licking the edge of the paper before sealing it.

"Mhm." You shift, pulling the blanket higher. "Jus tired."

Chris hums, flicking his lighter open with a metallic clink before pausing. He stares at the blunt between his fingers, then at you, and something in his expression shifts-subtle, but you notice.

Instead of lighting it, he sets it down on the tray and leans back on one arm, eyes dragging over you like he's seeing you for the first time tonight.

"What?" You raise an eyebrow.

He doesn't answer right away.

Just tilts his head slightly, his gaze dipping lower, lingering at the curve of your waist under his hoodie-the one you stole from him months ago and never gave back.

"Y'ever think about how we ended up here?" he asks, voice quiet but heavy.

You blink. "Here... as in your bed?"

Chris huffs a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Nah. I mean, yeah, but also... this." He gestures vaguely between the two of you. "Us."

Your chest tightens, but you keep your expression neutral.

You've had this thought a million times, but you never say it out loud. Neither does he.

That's the rule, unspoken but solid-this is just physical. It's just convenience. It's just... not that deep.

Right?

"You high already?" you joke, trying to lighten the sudden tension.

Chris doesn't laugh. Instead, he shifts closer, warm fingers grazing your thigh. "Not yet," he murmurs. "But I think I wanna do somethin' else first."

Your breath catches as he leans in, his hand sliding higher. His touch is slow, deliberate-like he's savoring it, like this isn't just another night of convenience, but something different, something more.

Your body responds instantly, heat curling low in your stomach as he presses his lips just below your ear, exhaling softly. "Let me take care of you tonight," he mutters against your skin. “Just you, ma. Can I? S’that okay w’you?” He mumbles against the nape of your neck.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie, heart hammering.

"Chris- please"

"Awh, I’ve got you, sweet thing." he cuts in, his voice low, firm. "Just let me."

You nod your head quickly before he wraps an arm around your waist.

“Can I take these off sweetheart?” He says, holding the waistband of your shorts. “Please— Chris.” You mumble, growing wetter by the second. He’s never been like this, he’s usually quick with things, he usually doesn’t call you anything sweet at all, which you don’t mind, it’s extremely sexy, but he’s acting really, really different.

He slowly pulls your shorts and panties down at the same time, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of your bare pussy being on display for him, pulling a whimper from the back of your throat.

"Shh..." His hands move to slowly peel your clothes away, fingers tracing patterns on your skin. The way he touches you is different tonight - more intentional, almost... passionate. The TV continues to flicker in the background, casting shadows across his face as he looks down at you, now fully exposed.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, y'know that?" he whispers, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes are dark, intense as they roam over your body. He starts slow, pressing kisses along your collarbone, down to your breasts, his hands worshipping every curve.

You’re at a loss for words at his actions, so you just sit back and let him do all the talking.

"Turn over," he murmurs against your stomach, his voice low and commanding. You can feel the change in the atmosphere, the heaviness in his touch. He helps you roll onto your stomach, his large hands spreading your legs slightly. "Chin down,"

You’re a little worried about what he’s gonna do next, since he’s never treated you like this before, you don’t really know what you’re meant to expect from him.

He takes his time, running his hands over your back, your ass, his touch almost soothing. Then, without warning, he leans down and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the small of your back. You gasp, arching slightly.

“Chris” You whisper softly.

His touch becomes slower, softer. He spreads your legs wider, runs his fingers along your spine, your sides. He's hard - you can feel it when he lowers himself to press slow kisses to your back again, but this isn’t about him. Your body relaxes under his touch, your breathing deepens. He hums softly, lowering himself between your legs. His shoulders push your thighs wider apart. He spreads you with his thumbs, then covers your center with his mouth.

You toss your head back in pleasure at the new sensation. You’ve never been eaten out before, never been worshipped like you are right now and you’re loving every second of it. This shows from the high pitched moan that leaves the back of your throat.

“Yeah? Feel good baby?” He says as he pulls back slightly, blowing cool air over your damp flesh before diving back in with a low groan. His tongue delves deep, exploring every fold, teasing your clit with quick flicks. One hand grips your hip possessively while the other slides around to rub slow circles over your clit.

“S-soo good, Chris! Gonna cum!” You moan, back arching even further to give him better access to your heat.

He hums again, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. He spreads you wider with his thumbs, sucking hard on your clit. His fingers slide lower, one pushing inside easily due to how wet you are. He adds another finger, pumping slowly while his mouth works your clit relentlessly. "Mmmm fuck, you taste good," he muffles against you, fingers curling inside, stroking that particularly spongy spot inside of you that has you drooling onto his pillow. His other hand moves from your clit to grip your ass cheek, squeezing softly. He pulls back just enough to speak, "Yeah? Gon’ cum baby? Wanna cum all over my face?” He mumbles into your heat as you shake your head vigorously, legs starting to shake.

His fingers curl deep inside you, hitting that spot perfectly as his mouth sucks hard on your clit. You cry out, body convulsing as the waves hit you. He laps up your release, fingers slowing, letting you ride it out. He growls softly when your legs snap closed around his head. “Gooood girl, such a good girl f’me” he stretches out his words as he finally sits up. Your body falls onto the bed, limp.

He crawls up your body slowly, his face glistening with your release. He nuzzles between your breasts, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "You okay?" He murms softly, his hot breath tickling your stomach.

You don’t respond at first, the only thing being heard from you are soft pants as you try to catch your breath.

He leaves a soft kiss on your neck as you finally catch your breath. He sits up and runs to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running warm water over it, bringing it back to the room and cleaning you up carefully.

You put your shorts and bra back on, sitting up and laying against his pillow, staring at him in admiration as he goes back to lighting his joint.

“Wan light up with me ma?” He says as he lights the joint and takes a hit, then moving his hand infront of my face, offering me a hit that I take.

We spend the rest of the night watching movies and getting high, but earlier just can’t leave my brain. Why was he acting like that? Being so careful with me, like I was his girlfriend, almost. Guess that’s just a questing for the morning.

mel speaks;

I hope yall liked this!! this one was the winner from the polls I made the other night, and I’m making another that should be up when you’re reading this, so go vote for which one you want next!! Happy early Valentine’s Day 😋

[allthecastlesonclouds]

i lied today’s the day Autistic Rah’ōxah post be upon thee

she's so very. so very autistic. here's my list of evidence.

Flat vocal affect

Deep facial/name blindness, to the point she has to rely on her friends/father to remind her of people.

A high sense of morality- she's bothered by people who're going against good, that's a quarter of the reason she's in the business of adventuring! (the other quarters are evenly split between friends and punching) she wants to do good– she rescues parker from an owner who doesn't want him + lets him have interests, if her friends are wrapped up in their drama she'll try to deal with the issue herself as best she can

Special Interest- punching! she punches a printer well enough to fix it! she found a course in college specially to focus on punching! when it's suggested she take a level in rogue or wizardry she looks so confused at the suggestion– she's happy where she is, why would she want to learn anything that isn’t her SI?

Her whole emotions deal. She says she doesn't like them, that she's bored by them, and she very much is in a way. but she does have feelings, she just doesn't express them in a very neurotypical way– and views this other way of expressing emotions as acting (see all of Feel Better Soon). But she is genuinely hurt by things (Legzi stealing, the girls ignoring her and them breaking apart), confused (especially when she's trying to talk with her dad about a new topic or understand emotions), and caring.

she's very uninterested in speaking which is a very autistic thing! she'll speak when it's important to her or when she's required to give a response, but she doesn't really seem to care to try– and she'll choose what she says carefully when she does! (and how lovely it is that she has friends who will listen when she has something to say!)

she also very much doesn't understand social cues– like why she's dressed in a suit for season three instead of proper adventuring gear, or that rinald is trying to be their rival, or that legzi didn't get into darkmouth at first (and what to say to respond to some of these things)

(i would've added more examples but i'm at the image limit u.u) Anyway!! Autistic Rah'ōxah real everyone go watch Drawga and read Ladies Book Club <3 <3

[kittenfangirl20]

Adamsapple First Valentines Day

Adam had never really done Valentine’s Day, it wasn’t a thing when he was alive like most holidays and when he got to heaven he never dated anyone worth celebrating it with.

But now in Hell and with Lucifer, the devil insisted that they do something special.

Adam: Like what? Isn’t just like, guaranteed sex night?

Lucifer: It’s more than just sex Adam, Valentine’s Day is a day where you can really show your partner how much you mean to them. And they have all kinds of special chocolates come out.

Adam perked up at the thought of chocolate, he’s never been good at romantic things he’s tried and sometimes it fails miserably.

But he wants to try. For Lucifer he wants to give it a try and maybe even surprise him somehow.

Adam: So what will we be doing?

Lucifer smiled and kissed him: That would ruin the surprise if I told you dove. You’ll just have to wait until the day comes.

Adam groaned but he understood anything that Lucifer planned for him was always worth the wait. He just didn’t like waiting.

Adam: Alright keep your secrets.

Lucifer: I promise you won’t be disappointed

Adam walked down to the lobby of the hotel seeing Charlie excitedly decorating the place with hearts and little cherubic cupids. He never really noticed Valentine’s Day was a big deal in Hell like it was in Heaven.

Vaggie: No matter what place you are in, love is always important.

Adam: What?

Vaggie: I noticed the way you are looking around the place. I guess this would be your first big Valentine’s Day.

Adam: Yeah, Luci has some big surprise for me.

Vaggie: I know it will be something nice, Charlie always spoils me on Valentine’s Day.

It was interesting to compare the Morningstar that they were dating. Adam smiled when he saw Lucifer walk in with a big box of chocolates.

Lucifer: I had these brought in all the way from the Gluttony Ring for you. The filling is made of your favorite fruit of there.

Adam: You spoil me.

Lucifer had Adam sit on the couch and he pulled out one of the chocolates.

Lucifer: Open your mouth.

Adam opened his mouth and Lucifer put a chocolate in his mouth. Adam enjoyed all the flavors of the fruit and chocolate. Lucifer found Adam so adorable like this, it almost made him think of Eden. He had so much to make up for with his boyfriend. This was going to be a very romantic time for Adam.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[moonchildridden]

CirPhu and the delights of proactive intimacy

Hi, hello, good morning, good afternoon, good night, I hope this finds you well. You may be asking, "why is this woman greeting us like she's writing an email"? Well, today is Friday, in less than an hour ThamePo will be sharing their first kiss, my brain will be consumed by that even and I will become a mindless person, busy about spreading the strength of that even. But, before that happens, and while I'm on this adrenaline rush, I will get rid of another brain consuming event, that was CirPhu first intimate contact and how beautifully done it was. Do you guys think I can write a well put piece in less than an hour, while my brain is scrambling to form coherent sentences and interesting takes? Let's try.

It's been a while since I wrote something related to a series (WOY era Moonchild, I miss you so dearly) and lately I just didn't have the time to do something like this (I was away for a while and my head was not exactly ready to obsess over queer media like that) but after missing the chance of writing a good post about the first episode about The Boy Next World, I decided to NOT let this pass and just get it done. It should be well suspicious that what's making me get back to business is a NC scene but, honestly, a thinking piece is a thinking piece, no matter the subject.

Giving the subject matter, this post won't have my usual shenanigans, but it will be more of an explanation as to why that scene left me bitting my pillow and overanalyzing every second of it since Sunday night. So, bear with me, there'll be a lot of missteps and turns until I finish what I have to say.

So, let's talk CirPhu and proactive intimacy.

For what I have to say to make sense, I need to make a very brief introduction to Phu's character and then continue from there. For all intents and purposes, Phu is a cute man, who likes cute things, is babied by his friends, kinda naive, who believes in superstitions and have a doll as a physical representation of his "guardian angel". I could describe him as a less airheaded version of Rain, because he can be more aware of his surroundings, even if that takes a while to kick in, specially when he's with his friends, and he's more cautious about things (I mean, he didn't automatically believed in Cir when he said he was from a parallel universe, and even consulted his friend about it, albeit in a "hypothetically situation" manner). Even when his friends talk about him, they describe Phu as "cute", because that's the image he gives to the world: someone to take care of carefully, and not just jump in with aggression.

It's important to talk about that because when we are presented with a character like this, when it comes to intimate scenes, almost all of the time, they act like they are scared or don't really want to be doing anything remotely sexual with their partners (don't let me start about the fact that almost ALL the characters that act like that are the "bottoms" of the relationship, and how that behavior is something that seems to be linked with the idea of what a bottom should act like: all innocent and hesitant, while the top is aggressive), which gives the impression that they are not happy with the idea of sexual relationship with their partners, which in hindsight becomes a very problematic interpretation of how should queer men behave when in a relationship with another man. And, to be honest, we are wired to, somehow, expect that behavior on the perceived bottom of the couple, because that's how they have been behaving since the dawn of times.

However, Phu is different:

First, we see that even if being intimate with Cir is not something he's very comfortable with, because of the parallel universe thing and all that entails, physical reactions are not exactly new to him and he even sees them as normal reactions to intense physical activities (when he got on top of Cir and ended up giving Cir a boner), so when they are kissing in his bed, or even better, making out in his bed, and Cir stops because Phu was sick, the only reaction Phu has when Cir sees his physical reaction is to hide it with his blanket.

Second, according to some spoilers that I got (unwillingly, of course), Phu is not new to sexual pleasure, albeit is more on the "self" pleasure that he's venturing in, because he used to jerk off once in a while, so the novelty here is intimate act with another person and not the intimate act itself.

Third, when Cir says that he could help Phu get rid of his boner, the only answer Phu gives is a "I don't know", repeating in when Cir says again that he could help. That answer is not a negative, like in a "I don't want you to do that" but more of a "I'm not sure about it". So, when Cir says that he should take his medicine and Phu refuses, stating that he wouldn't take them until "it [the boner] goes away", that was his way of saying that he was giving permission to Cir to do what he thought it would be best to help him with that problem (and, to be honest, I knew that there would be a blowjob scene in the series, because there is one in the book, but I didn't expect it to be so fucking soon), and probably thought that it would be a simple jerk off session, instead of a blowjob.

Forth, Phu simply handed himself to Cir the moment their lips touched. He put his arms around Cir's shoulders, kissed Cir with the same intensity Cir was kissing him, opened his legs to give room to Cir, enjoyed all the ministrations Cir was giving him, and, the cherry on top, the moment Cir started sucking him off, and I mean it, he out his hand on Cir's hair to guide him during the blowjob. I kid you not, when I saw how quickly Phu did that, how he simply enjoyed what was happening to him, how he became proactive during the blowjob (moaning, looking that Cir during the blowjob, etc), I simply lost my shit.

Because, having bottoms being so active, instead of just reactive, during intimate scenes, it's not something that happens regularly in our BLs. When that happens, it's because the bottom has already some experience with sex (Fiat, from Don't Say No, for example) and not when the character is characterized the way Phu was. We were seeing a man, in a bear patterned pajamas, being sucked off by his future boyfriend, being proactive in said act, actively engaging and enjoying the act, and still maintaining his cute and innocent side.

And to add to the already incredibleness of the scene, that blowjob wasn't only Phu's first intimate act with another person but also Cir's first intimate act with another person, but both of them simply decided to let their mutual desire take care of what was happening and simply enjoyed. Honestly, I watched that scene between my fingers, and I still do because it feels so intimate I feel like I'm interrupting something and I need to leave them alone in their endeavors.

I could wax more poetry about that scene but I think that my main point was made (I could even add more things in the future, who knows) and I will forever be grateful to how well made that scene was (thank you BossNoeul, for your artistry and commitment to your job. Thank you), because it was a piece of art, an event for the history books. So, now, excuse me, because I will go straight to my Friday obsession and find another brain consuming event to deal with this weekend.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Vegeta with fem!reader fluffy headcanons

warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, canon divergence.

Special thanks to @actuallysaiyan for not only encouraging me to write this piece but also providing feedback on the earlier drafts. Enjoy~! :3

divider by @cafekitsune

Vegeta is not the type of person who will proudly proclaim in front of everyone that he loves you. He’s a Saiyan of few words, but his actions? They speak the truth. And his actions definitely show he cares for your wellbeing when he defends your honor. He’s more likely to do that than anything else remotely romantic.

Go easy on this emotionally constipated man, okay? He might not be as expressive as Goku or the other Z Fighters, but he is trying. He lived most of his adolescent and adulthood as a planet pirate under Frieza’s thumb, where any emotion other than obedience was a weakness until he came to Earth and met you.

As much as he is still learning about Earthling customs, it would make his ego swell like a balloon if you asked him about Planet Vegeta and their customs. He could spend hours telling tales of the distant past, such as the roles of a mated pair in the household and how they raised their young. Going off the planet for a mission for the first time? That was a rite of passage. How do Saiyans show affection? Through their tails, hence why losing it is equivalent to mutilation or severe punishment of the worst kind of crime committed by a Saiyan. Other Saiyans could even see as a betrayal.

Vegeta is not proud of the things he has done in the past. But if some higher being offered him the chance to change everything, he probably wouldn’t take it. Not just because he still believes he doesn’t deserve such an opportunity, but erasing the wrongs he committed in the name of Freiza would undoubtedly remove the possibility of ever meeting you through Bulma. He would not have the life he has now, and he will be damned to allow anyone else who was unworthy of being your mate when the Prince of All Saiyans is right here.

The urge to fight runs through his veins, but that doesn’t mean Vegeta wants to be engaged in combat all the time. Believe it or not, the Saiyan would actually like to enjoy some domesticity with you. Whether it’s shopping in the city or just doing your own thing in the same space, he will enjoy it to the fullest. If Goku comes to bug him every day to train when the two of you decide to move to the countryside for work or preference? The chances of Vegeta getting really annoyed with the clown interfering on his quality time with you are pretty high unless it’s an absolute necessary to prevent the destruction of the universe.

You want to train and become stronger? Get ready because Vegeta will not go easy on you at all. Self-defense lessons? Oh, you can definitely be sure that he is going to at least teach a few moves so you can protect yourself when he isn’t around.

Saiyans are hard-wired to be attracted to strong-willed women, so challenging Vegeta mentally or physically will definitely get his blood thrumming in excitement.

He might act annoyed or irritated when you show him affection, but don’t let it bother you too much; Vegeta craves to be loved just like everyone else, even when there are days where he feels like he isn’t worthy of you. As mentioned previously, he’s emotionally inept. But if you show him genuine affection, respect, and honesty, that he deserves to have some good in his life? You will have a loyal, reliable, and incredibly protective Saiyan standing by your side until death comes for either of you.

He may not look like it, but Vegeta remembers the important things you tell him, like certain events coming up or be aware that you might have to work late on certain days of the week.

Regardless of his experience on the battlefield as a fighter and tactician, this man cannot navigate his way through a kitchen, so please do not let him go near the stove unless he’s being supervised, or your home will go up in flames. Seriously, just don’t.

Taglist: @uninhabitedsworld-18 @strangepoppy @nasty-redrum @iimidnightx3 @zvmbieb0y @bdudette @boonsmoon @mythoswarrior-23 @jadeprouductions

[retiredteabag]

sorry for informality but i was stalking reading your pinned post and you’re in grad school at twenty!??!!!

unless i’m tripping or misunderstanding something, academic weapon tips please because holy shit that’s insane! what’s ur field of study if you want to talk about it/don’t mind me asking? any application tips/things you wished you knew before getting there/habits you wished you’d formed sooner? independent research has always been difficult for me because of how much i depend on structure (adhd imposter syndrome anxiety lets go) so if you’re working on a thesis/something similar, how has the process been in your experience?

i’m in undergrad atm and heavily debating going further, so i’d love to hear from someone my age who’s actually doing it! also unrelated, but i’m a certified notion/goodnotes girlie if you vibe with those as study resources!

🎸 tagging with an emoji in case i pop back around, yk?

I'm sorry to say, but my tips might come off as sort of typical... but I hope they're at least a little helpful!

I am currently in a masters program within the analytics field. Research/independent studies vary widely depending on the area of specialization, however, my program has an intensive practicum that is similar in nature. I have not started it yet, but what I can say for sure when it comes to research: make sure you are picking a topic that you could speak about for hours/answer argumentative questions about.

For applications, I would say to narrow your options down as much as possible and look into each program before applying. Know the curriculum and standard outline and what stands out to you as you decide.

^ on this same note, you will likely need at least one interview in the application process. Speak slowly and enunciate. Taking a moment to think of the proper words will always be better than speaking quickly without much thought. Most people say to use "down-speak" in these interviews, but in my experience, matching the examiners tone and energy makes the whole thing much more comfortable.

For study tips, I have a large notebook that I keep on my desk where I write down every assignment and the date that it is due. This is just for organization purposes, I find a physical copy helpful for a few reasons but also because crossing them off feels rewarding :]

Time managment is incredibly important. Everyone says this because it is true. Prep everything, organizing your day into chunks. Since you also like structure, this probably wont be an issue. I would also get comfortable with being self-aware of your priorities. There will come a time when you will need to choose between academics/work and other areas of your life.

Keep your spaces clean. Dedicate a day or so to just organizing/doing a deep clean. It will help you stay focused and minimize external anxiety. It’s also much easier to keep a place clean if you have put in such an effort.

Participate in class. I cannot make this clear enough. I promise it is not embarrassing to ask questions or "try". You will learn far easier if you put effort into the classroom/lecture setting.

It is a pretty typical "tip" is to just ask questions. Even if you feel like you might understand, just ask to make sure. And in this same vein, go to office hours if you need to.

Prioritize sleep lol, that and mental rest. You can't always be studying. For me, it is a real challenge to work and be full time in school so it's important to carve out those sections of "you time".

Try not to be on your phone tooooooooo much, I know it’s hard but I make an effort to not be on my phone while eating. Don’t use entertainment as a distraction, I find that it just delays anxiety :(

Lastly, apply for scholarships and know that you absolutely can appeal for more money.

I hope this was useful. Do know that it REALLY depends on your area of study and 5-year-plan. I would recommend not going to grad school unless you're absolutely sure it is worth it.

Good luck!

[milashaluna]

Rin Itoshi is like your husband

🫐 Rin hates fighting more than anything else in the world. For him, any conflict in your family is tantamount to a lack of understanding, which you can only come to after many years of living together. It's actually damn hard for him to express his emotions and sometimes, there's no way to see behind the cold facade of what he's really feeling and you're hurt the most. It's better to just shut down again, to create distance between you, than to openly express your feelings. It will take time for him to learn to build a dialogue instead of running away from the problem, and for you to understand that there is something more behind his aloof appearance.

🫐 Because of his unstable self-esteem, he needs to be constantly reminded that you love and need him. Yeah, that's tough. Especially considering the fact that he'll never ask for it out loud. But, over time, you've learnt to notice the peculiar "bells" that actually just shout out how much Rin needs confirmation of your feelings. He becomes more intrusive and follows you around in a dark shadow. The privilege of the angry dog is your husband, who is two heads taller than you and scares away everyone around him because right now he needs all your attention.

🫐 Sometimes his jealousy goes over the edge, making you feel like you're trapped in a golden cage with no way to escape. In fact, he has no idea how to deal with it, and the best course of action seems to be to limit your contact with anyone who arouses suspicion, even if it ends up in another scandal. To herself, Rin calls it a black streak and if it's not stopped in time, it can indeed lead to frightening consequences.

🫐 Itoshi doesn't mind open displays of affection at all. He likes to hold your hand during a press conference or after a special successful match, to kiss you in front of all the fans. One way or another, his gaze in the crowd always seeks your eyes. It brings him calm and reassurance that everything is all right, and the stony expression on his face instantly cracks as soon as your fingers carefully remove a few strands of hair that have fallen into his face.

🫐At some point, his venomous jealousy comes out in the fact that during intimacy, Rin takes great care to leave his "marks" on the most visible parts of his skin: his neck, collarbones, wrists-all covered with his hickeys and bite marks. A silent reminder of who you belong to.

🫐 The first few years he had trouble remembering actual important dates, like your wedding anniversary or even your birthday. This caused mixed emotions. At first resentment and you cried a lot, taking his absent-mindedness personally, swearing and getting angry until you came to realise: it's just part of your husband's character. In fact, Rin's head is constantly cluttered with information, among which many things get lost. But in order not to upset you any more, Itoshi has figured out to mark his calendar on his phone, so that a fresh bouquet of flowers will be waiting for you on the anniversary of your first kiss.

Please write in the comments if you got better, and should I keep writing? I'm not English and I don't speak good English, so please don't criticise if there are mistakes in there.