#ive always pictured them being a guy but like what if they were both girls

[stargirlsuicide]

that novel ive been wanting to write is like abt this girl whos experienced very little in life, never connected to anyone but one day she meets someone whos never connected either depsite being surrounded by people and having had so much going on in their life. and they form this sort of symbiotic bond where they spend every moment together

[inuyashaluver]

Hi!!! How are things? Idk if you saw the picture of Leah in the black pinstripe suit… suffice to say I’ve been having thoughts… and a request pinged through my mind: Leah meeting reader while wearing the suit (first time meeting; connection at first glance) and Leah stays by reader’s side throughout the evening. Heavy flirting, touchy, more dominant bf Leah who brings reader into her arms (basically takes control😩) and suring conti cup celebrations, Leah sees reader wearing her suit jacket and gets cocky. I’m thinking reader is the mysterious hot babe who everyone is wondering about

Love your work and thank you for the Jenni and Misa fics❤️❤️

suit and tie - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which a pretty blonde steals your heart with her suit and tie

warnings: flirty, flirty, flirty, swearing, suggestive

a/n: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP - you guys can’t expect me to react normally about this picture, come on! thank you for the love, gorgeous, enjoyyyyy xx

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you and leah never believed in love at first sight until you both laid eyes on each other. the instant attraction was obvious for the both of you, hence why as soon as your eyes made contact, you knew you needed to have each other.

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leah wasn’t really much of a party person. sure, she had fun at parties, but if you were to ask her how she wanted to spend a rare saturday she had off, it most definitely was not at a party.

but because leah values loyalty, when her best friend, alex, begged her to come to a british vogue party, full of the uk’s best in 2022, who was she to decline the puppy dog eyes?

and so, with effective convincing, leah shrugged on her best suit, resisting the eye roll when her best friend assured her this party would be fantastic.

you also weren’t really much of a party person ever, but because of your field of work, you always got dragged to them.

you’re a sports journalist and interviewer. one that was extremely valued not only in the football community, but other sports also.

you took great pride in actually taking time to do your research, to know about your athletes and asked them the questions that actually mattered.

at this time, you were quite new, not really having the opportunity to meet a lot of athletes, including leah.

it took you a while to get to leah’s side of the pitch, and before you had met, you weren’t even doing anything on the field, rather being the one on the television talking about stats and predictions for the games.

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when leah walked in the room that night, the atmosphere was bustling and she was already regretting coming.

though she held herself well, posture up right with a confident smile present as she walked through the crowds, exchanging polite conversation with familiar faces.

she found a name card with her name on it settled on a table near the back of the room, dimly lit with candlelight amongst the chatter and clinking glasses amongst the room.

she settled, adjusting her suit jacket, slightly tousling her hair in frustration at realising alex wasn’t even sitting on the table with her.

she didn’t know anyone here, about to pull out her phone until she heard a gentle “excuse me, sorry, could i just get through?” sounding from behind her, someone came up next to her and leaned forward to examine the name card next to hers.

a dizzying scent of vanilla flooded her senses, her eyes subconsciously following the smell to look up at the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen in her life. it wasn’t even an exaggeration.

her mouth slightly hung open as she met the person’s eyes, this person being you. you were slightly shocked when you and leah made eye contact, feeling your breath hitch at how gorgeous she was.

everything in the room faded as leah looked at you, there was just something irresistible about you that leah couldn’t comprehend, she hadn’t even said a word to you yet.

after what felt like an eternity, you send a quick smile, pulling out the chair and sitting next to her, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

leah gave herself an internal pep talk, turning slightly to you, her hand extending to yours, “hi, i’m leah” she pronounces, making you look over at her with a surprised smile, a little giggle escaping your mouth, sent straight to leah’s heart which felt like was hammering out of her chest.

you place your hand in hers, shaking it gently with a charming smile, you were so nervous, the girl’s gaze not helping you at all. “(y/n)” you share, enjoying how soft her hands felt against yours,

“it’s lovely to meet you” she grins, “likewise” an electric current passed between you before you reluctantly returned your hands to your laps.

you stayed silent for a moment, before nudging her shoulder with yours softly, “did you get dragged to this as well?” you whisper, leah chuckles.

you don’t think you’ve ever been more attracted to someone in your life and you’ve just met her. leah was feeling the exact same, wanting to impress you and really hoping she doesn’t fuck this up.

“i did actually” she laughs, “don’t tell me you were as well?” she smiles at you, you nod with a grin, “indeed i was” you sigh, taking a swig of the complementary cocktail on the table, wincing when you took a sip.

“what the fuck is that?” you cough, leah looks over at you in surprise, “that bad?” she says with a laugh, watching as you take a sip of some water,

“disgusting, haven’t you tried it?” you grimace, she shakes her head, “if i had it, so do you” you demand, making the blonde laugh in disbelief.

“who made up that rule?” she challenges amusingly, you grab her glass, lifting her hand and directing her fingers over it, pressing your hand over hers for a moment and she swears her body was on fire.

“i did, drink up then, go on” you smile sweetly, leah offers you another smile, shaking her head with a little laugh before she took a little sip of the drink, matching your wince with how bad it was.

you laugh brightly at her expression, making her heart swell with pride, wanting to make you laugh like that again.

“that’s awful” she affirms, “i can’t believe you made me drink that, i thought we had something going here” she flirts, you smirk knowingly, understanding that both of you caught each other’s drift.

leah just exuded confidence, now leaning her head on her hand resting on the table, adjusting so she could face you. you offer her an amused expression, angling your body to mirror her position.

“we can suffer together?” you say cheekily, leah huffs out a laugh, “come to the bar with me?” she offers, you nod instantly, watching as she stood first, her hand held out to you.

you accepted it gratefully, letting her pull you out of your seat, and once you were upright, her hand made its way to the small of your back, directing you through the crowded room.

when you both reached the bar, she made you stand in front of her slightly in a protective nature, leaning down to speak into your ear directly,

“what would you like, gorgeous?” you swallowed the lump in your throat, telling her what you wanted and watching as she ordered for you and her without hesitation.

you turn around to face her as you both waited for the drinks to be prepared, seemingly busy. she offered you a charming smile as you met her gaze head on, feeling a little nervous at the intensity of her stare.

your eyes trail to her suit and back up to her face, apparently exposing yourself leah could clearly tell you were adorning her attire.

she silently challenges you with a cheeky grin, “you alright, pretty girl?” you return her smirk, feeling a little confident yourself, feeling comfortable with leah.

“just appreciating a good suit” you shrug, your hand extending slightly to trace the lapel of it with your finger, leah watched your movement with sharp eyes, barely breathing at your proximity.

“or maybe i’m appreciating the woman in it?” you say innocently, leah flatlined right there. she chuckled lowly, moving closer to you slightly,

“well you’re a sight for sore eyes” leah drawled, hand resting on your hip for a moment before her head nodded towards the drinks now placed on the bar behind you.

her hand seeks refuge on your lower back again, effectively weaving through the room to your seats again. leah only got rid of the contact to pull out your chair, offering you a sweet smile while she gestured you to sit.

when she sat down next to you, her chair was essentially pressed up against yours, her thigh slightly brushing yours, sending a shiver up both of your spine’s.

“so, leah, tell me about yourself” leah and you both share a little giggle, flirting shamelessly as she talked about her, you listened to her intently, she fell for you a little more at seeing you actively listening to her.

you were asking her questions to clarify when you didn’t understand, sharing your own words but not in an overbearing way, adding to the conversation in a way that made things fluid. easy. familiar.

when the blonde directed her own interrogation on you, she listened to each word with extreme focus, smiling when she’d catch your gaze, both of you somehow managing eye contact.

it was like a first date, the way you both shared parts of your lives, it certainly felt like one.

it was clear there was a spark there, the amount of things you had in common was uncanny. both of your hearts raced a little faster when you thought about where this could potentially go, you two were perfect for each other.

the air between the two of you was thickened with anticipation and attraction, the flirting making both of your stomach’s absolutely flip. there was just something so magnetising about the two of you, irresistible like a moth to a light.

her laugh was infectious and so was yours, a smile cracking between the two of you that had your cheeks hurting. each exchanged glance and playful piece of banter made the tension simmer, both of you slowly drawing each other in.

“do you want to dance?” you said with kind eyes, leah nods without hesitation, letting you drag her to the dance floor.

the two of you danced with shared giggles, lingering touches as your bodies moved together. and even though leah and you had obviously skipped multiple steps with each other, she remained respectful, not pushing any boundaries as she danced with you.

you appreciated it, appreciated her and she most definitely appreciated you. the thought of her fucking this up eating her alive and it hadn’t even happened.

“i wasn’t going to come tonight but i’m happy i did” leah said next to your ear, goosebumps rising on your skin when her breath gently grazed it. you smile at her, “me too” your hand moving to gently squeeze her bicep.

you both made way to the table once more after you both got tired, basically sitting on top of each other at this point. you continued to chat and laugh together, feeling like you’d known each other all your lives.

as the night progressed, your hands went over your arms due to a little chill suddenly being present in the room. leah was extremely observant, shrugging off her jacket and slipping it over your shoulders.

you open your mouth to protest but leah fixes you with a little glare, making you roll your eyes slightly before you let her direct your arms into the jacket, her scent making you smile as it surrounded you, more than it already was.

the party was slowly filtering out and you and leah prolonged it as much as you could until essentially getting kicked out.

she walks you out with your arm around her bicep, smiling at people as you walked past. you were both outside and gave each other slightly sad smiles, the thought of the night ending leaving a little crack in both of your hearts.

“i had a lot of fun with you tonight” you smile at her, “so did i, a lot of fun” she smiles back, her eyes trailing all over your face as you looked at each other.

“so, williamson, can i have your number?” you say cheekily, your cheeks a little pink as you asked, leah smiles fondly, nodding and fishing her phone out of her bag, prompting you to do the same. “beat me to it, cheeky”

you exchanged numbers, hands brushing against each other’s as you gave back one another’s phone.

“i have to say, you suit that jacket a lot better than me” she smirks, you shake your head, “thank you, but you’re otherworldly in this” you flirt, making her cheeks burn as she avoided your gaze for a moment.

her tongue pokes the inside of her cheek for a moment with a chuckle, taking the leap and pulling you closer so her lips were ghosting yours.

her eyes bore into yours, glancing down at your lips as her breath fanned them gently, your heart spiked, feeling incredibly warm.

your eyes flicker down at hers before she closed the gap, her lips moving softly with yours. you sigh against her as she pulls you closer by your hips, your hand gently holding the side of her neck as you kissed her.

she pulls away with a sharp breath, her breath mingling with yours as her forehead resting against yours. “let me take you out, tomorrow?” she says almost a little desperately, but you both were honestly.

“okay” you breathe out, she smiles before pressing a tender kiss to your mouth, her thumbs rubbing gently over your waist as she pulled away at arms length.

you smile at her sheepishly, her sporting her own shy smile as she looked at you. the two of you giggle again, not really believing the circumstances of kissing your dream girl and going on a date the next day.

she waits until you get picked up by your taxi, pulling you into a warm hug, the embrace soft and gentle, contrasting the insufferable flirting you’d been torturing each other with all night.

“i’ll give you back your jacket on our date” you say cheesily, leah laughs, brushing a stray hair away from your face before she cradles your cheek, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone affectionately.

she presses a parting kiss to your lips, “can’t wait, baby” she whispers against you, pecking your mouth again quickly before she ushered you to go home, not wanting you to linger out in the cold.

you texted all night, sleeping at an ungodly time but it was all worth it. leah took you on that date and you both fell in love, suddenly claiming yourselves as party people.

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you’d now been dating for a little over two years, infatuated an understatement for your relationship. you moved in together, both of you flourishing with each other in your respective careers but also with one another.

people knew the two of you were dating, you were the definition of private but not a secret. your social media for each other was essentially a shrine.

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it was the continental cup final, arsenal vs chelsea. you and alex were the main journalists covering the match that leah was extremely excited about.

during warm ups, she threw you a cocky grin with a wink as she saw you getting mic’d up, only growing when she realised what you were wearing.

the blazer from the night she swept you off your feet all those years ago. you wave at her when she blows you a kiss with a wave, grinning as alex teased the both of you while you both prepared.

when the final whistle blew and leah got dragged into a group hug, she bounded over to you.

“arsenal have won the continental cup!” you exclaim, feeling a body attach to you from behind, strong arms wrapped around your middle while multiple kisses were pressed to your cheeks.

you lean back into the body, already knowing it was your girlfriend’s. “leah williamson is clearly happy about the win” alex teases, making leah smile against your cheek,

her hand moves over yours holding the microphone, “very happy” she chuckles, moving to stand next to you with her hand on your hips, staying for a short interview conducted by alex.

you gave her heart eyes the whole time, buzzing with excitement to congratulate her properly off camera. if you weren’t confirmed officially with the blonde, you definitely were now.

as soon as the staff yelled ‘cut’, leah pulled you into a kiss, your arms wound around her neck as her arms went around your waist again.

“hi, gorgeous” she mumbles against your lips, “hey, champion” you grin proudly, pecking her lips a couple of times while she smiles down at you.

“congratulations, my winner” you pinch her cheek softly, she moves her head quickly to jokingly bite your finger, relishing in the giggle she elicited from you. “thank you, my girl” she winks,

“this is a nice blazer, where’d you get this?” she teases, you can’t help but smile at her, “oh, it’s my girlfriend’s” you kiss her again, her hands move to squeeze your hips.

“you look absolutely gorgeous” she breathes out, “so sweet, my love, so do you” you grin, leah smirks, “i prefer you with nothing on but that’s for my eyes only” she says lowly in your ear, you gasp and slap her shoulder lightly,

“you can’t be sweet for two seconds-” you scold, cut off with her lips against yours again in a gentle kiss, making you hum against her before you ushered her to get her medal and lift the trophy.

after the trophy was lifted, she made a quick effort to grab a bottle of champagne and chase you around with it, threatening to spray it on you. you both laugh loudly as you ran around the pitch, your hearts full of affection for each other.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s yours and leah’s blazer 🫠! ily alex x

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[barbiiecams]

my babies

drew starkey x reader, thinking about making this into a little au <3.

having a baby was definitely the best choice you’ve made all your life, and having it with drew put the icing on the cake.

your perfect angel, aaliyah, was now 6 months old. she was growing up wayy to fast for your liking, but seeing her grow more and more into the beautiful girl she is made your heart throb.

shes definitely a mini you. of course, she looks like her daddy from some aspects, but it’s still you, just copy and pasted. if anything, she has all of drew’s personality.

you’ll take cute photos of them sleeping together in the same position, them watching ms rachel with the same face, and them literally talking about only God knows what in their own little language.

it’s truly the cutest thing, and you could never express how grateful you are to have this little family.

currently as you were preparing her bottle, ms aaliyah started to get fussy with you.

“i know mama you’re hungry,” you coo “it’s almost done baby i promise.”

you shook the bottle as walked over to where she sat in her high chair, something that seemed to calm her fussiness when she was hungry.

her fussiness had basically stopped, and you let her grab her bottle. “see? there you go princess.”

just as she started to feed herself with her tiny hands, drew walks in the front door.

the sight of you and his daughter as soon as he walked in immediately made him smile, his heart warming the way it always does.

he walks over to the both of you, “i missed my babies!” he greets you with a sweet kiss and starts ambushing aaliyah’s chubby cheeks with kisses.

she laughs at her daddy, but is also annoyed at the same time cus she’s tryna eat!!

her cute hands try and push him away while she’s smiling and laughing. another perfect opportunity for you to snap a picture.

“aweee look at herrrr.” you say in a cute little voice that’ll amuse her.

soon he stops, and continues to let her eat. “she’s getting so big. how is she already able to hold her own bottle?”

“i know,” you pout “she’s halfway to one, where did all the months go?”

drew sits down next to you, and wraps an arm around you. “we can always make more though…”

you roll your eyes at his words, but smile anyway. when it’ comes to drew’s babies, that’s definitely not something you’ll decline.

he starts leaving kisses on your neck, “we can even start tonight.”

his lips get close to your ear, and as much as you enjoy it, you have to put a hand to his chest. “you not gonna get me started in front of my baby now.”

he chuckles at your words and lifts his head from your neck. “yea yea, but can we?”

“like seriously?”

“of course seriously,” at first you couldn’t tell if he was genuine or just trying to get you started, but his face said enough.

you thought about it for a moment. you did want more kids, but so soon?

“well i mean.. she’s not even one yet. that’s gonna be a lot dealing with two under two.” you reasoned.

you were right and he knew that, but it didn’t stop his wishes whatsoever.

“and that’s why we’re in this together,” he grabs your hand. “i could get some paid time off, stay with you guys for a while.

you were really thinking now. a big family is something you’ve always wanted, and maybe now was the time to really get it started.

you smiled at him, “okay.”

his face started to light up with excitement, “really?”

you nod as his confirmation, and he immediately starts to embrace you.

when you both pull away from the hug, he gives you a passionate kiss. every kiss with him felt like the first time, and every time you got lost in his lips.

getting a bit too into it, you both stop after hearing the baby noises coming from across from you.

drew looks at her and starts to smile real hard again. picking her up from her chair, he started to bounce her in his arms and kissing her cheeks once again.

he comes back over to you after showing aaliyah some more love, “thank you, seriously. ive always dreamed about being a dad and you’ve just always made my dreams come true.”

you mush at his statement when he says that, baby still in his arms. “and you’ve always made mine come true.”

he gives you another kiss, and you hear aaliyah happy laughing and clapping as both your lips touch. you giggle at her and tickle her little neck.

“is that funny baby?” you pretend to eat her little cheek.

drew laughs at the two of you then starts to play with aaliyah while she continues to giggle and smile. “someone’s gonna be a big sissy soon!”

yea, this was the dream life.

[newwavesylviaplath]

ranking people i've been told i look like cuz i'm a narcissist 😋😋 except it's only the positive ones !!!!!!!!

lily collins: by far the one i get the most like ive heard it from SEVERAL different people. i can see it but tbh its mainly cuz we have the same eyebrows. idk 7/10 cuz i think she's pretty but also it's not fun having both family members and strangers compare u to emily in paris 💀

isabelle adjani: this is like the one i personally see the most (like if it's a REALLY good day for me) and its totally an ego boost cuz she's gorgeous and possession (1981) is one of my fave movies. the first time i got it was from that starsbyface website in like 2022 and i posted it to my cf story and people were all like "no i totally see it" so 9/10 a win is a win

lana del rey: we don't look alike whatsoever. i mean don't get me wrong i wish i looked like her but we have virtually none of the same features. ive been compared to her in the honeymoon/lust for life era three times now (one of them being a friend the other two were ppl i had classes with) and like i know for the fact the only reason i get those comparisons is cuz we're both pale white chicks with long brown hair. still a 10/10 cuz even though i know it's not accurate it always makes me feel like hot shit.

april ludgate: NOT aubrey plaza. have been compared to her multiple times because we have the same voice (monotone hot girl syndrome) 5/10 cuz im not sure whether or not it's supposed to be a compliment

samantha robinson: i got this one time from a girl vaping in the bathroom at school and i hold it so close to my heart. again def a case of "pale skin/dark brown hair= camryn" but i don't even care cuz im so in love with elaine parks (and if u squint real hard from afar u actually can see it a little) 100/10

anyways i have serious trouble actually recognizing what i look like so this could all be complete bullshit (mutuals that have seen my face please gimme feedback in the comments i beg) but like whatever now u guys can picture one of them whenever u read my posts 💋💋

[voiceofsword]

do you have any brotps/friendships for rinne or niki ( since they seem to be like . the ones you think about most ) that you particularly like ? aside from the other bees ofc

YEAH!! under a read more bc its a little long :'3

roommates are a given, i think hikari dorm is perfectly balanced (chaotic) in its own way and that even tho the 3 of them are so different they also manage to get along really well. i cant take them seriously at all and i think thats part of their charm lol. they're all such Characters individually that together it just feels Normal. i can imagine the three of them sitting around the bathtub, kanata splashing around while hiyori paints his own nails and rinne gossips. its like if the golden girls were anime boys but theres 3 instead of 4 and none of them are divorced or widowed. so really nothing like the golden girls but im sure u understand...maybe

nihihi dorm is actually tied for my fave with gender dorm god i love them a ton, i think in part because i love nikis relationship with hiiro and how hes adopted him as his own younger brother, but also hinata. i think about niki cooking for them and having them try new dishes and them having movie nights or staying up all night playing games and even tho niki has work the next morning hes like (exaggerated sigh) fine ONE more game...but he loves it

i love both rinne and niki (and crazybs in general honestly) doting relationship on 2wink and im so happy they keep getting collabs .. in case they decide to give us more crumbs... plz. they feel like younger siblings to them. rinne especially makes me so soft because past his initial impression of being a bad influence and generally just pushing his luck on how much he can tease, it always feels like hes looking out for the two

otherwise i also rly enjoy how they both interact within their own circle (i feel like ive been wanting a nikis kitchen tour for the past 2000 years. i hope we get framed picture of izumi in one of the 3*s).

i rly like how rinne gets along with his kouhai both in asobi and craftmonster bc of the attitude he takes on, ive mentioned it in another post but w/ the former especially he rly just allows himself to be playful so much so that it almost takes the kids off-guard bc theyre like what..hes not as scary as we thought he'd be at all. i think the best rinne friendships are the ones where they set those prejudices aside and dont take him seriously at all lol bc that's when he rly starts to feel comfortable. this grown ass man running around playing games and doing arts n crafts with a bunch of 15-17 y/os (and shu i guess) is a funny mental image and it rly feels like he can let himself loose. conversely i also love when he's exasperated with his juniors bc then hes like oh right im an adult i need to set an example.. this is about U chill yellow

on the other hand i like how niki interacts with ppl a lot more "serious" than him i.e ibara, natsume bc he tends to like..soften them? ppl cant help but let their guard down around niki hes just.... himself. like even if theyre initially wary they grow to be like "oh wait this guy's really nice what the fuck"

i particularly like nikis kitchen circle bc its ppl you usually wouldnt see interact with niki but u can tell they want to impress him. its so sweet nikis just some guy who wants to share his love for cooking. also thinking about the difference between how ibara would interact with rinne and niki (harsher with rinne bc hes his Boss whereas with niki he's more accommodating, that one gordon ramsey meme thats like u donkey vs oh oh dear) is funny so even if theres not a lot of interactions for them i want to think ibara would let niki get away with just about anything

AND NIKI AND TETORA...IVE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS A FEW TIMES THOUGH... i have a huge soft spot for them. ritsu too. they get like 2 interactions (sweets hunter story, craftmonsters recent gacha) but ritsus humor is just so DRY and u can see niki be like (cogs turning in his head) Whar? its really silly ALSO HE CALLS HIM NIKIPYON....IS THAT NOT PERFECT... i need them to be friends

i like niki and mayois friendship, but its admittedly not my favorite; i like how niki feels like he can trust mayoi implicitly and how he tries to make him comfortable too — i think theyre both quite similar irt self image/esteem although they both go about it in different ways. their interactions can be sweet but one thing that stops me from enjoying them fully is how mayoi always seems kind of uncomfortable (and niki seems unaware of how/why he's uncomfortable) ;_; i hope that in the future the writers can let mayoi be more at peace around him, it'd be sweet!!

and atp i feel like ive talked enough about hiiro and rinne for it to not warrant having its own little ramble section here 😭

[cyberdragoninfinity]

ok it’s time for dana to hoot and holler about zexal

finished ygo zexal for the first time last week and i absolutely adored it and am STILL thinking so much about it (as i will be probably for. a While now if my relationships with the other ygo spinoffs ive seen are any indication).....time again for me to do my little personal rambly yugioh series retrospective post as the brainworms truly start to set in. kattobingu feel the flow high five the sky build the overlay network let’s goooo!!!

more under the cut. a lot more lol. spoilers for a decade old anime, naturally

GOD. YEAH. THIS ONE MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE YUGIOH SERIES IVE SEEN YET. HOLY SHIT. 2021 Dana was really out here thinking Zexal looked kind of annoying (based on mild DL characters/plot osmosis) and not terribly interesting and I want to go back in time and shake her shoulders and say NO. NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. ZEXAL FUCKING ROCKS. every yugioh has some degree of Danabait to it (probably because. watching Duel Monsters as a child was the catalyst to what Danabait even is lol) but JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH Zexal is like being hit by one nuclear bomb of shit genetically engineered in a lab to make me insane after another.

THE ART STYLE. OF ZEXAL, FOR ONE. makes me absolutely rabid animal bonkers--I LOVE seeing the way the ygo art style has been honed and developed and evolved over time. YGO influenced my art style more than I can articulate, and then zexal comes in swinging with the ygo art style at its Most Zany. The EXPRESSIONS in this show!!!!!!!!! Fucking rule!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A MASSIVE CHUNK OF THE CAST DOESNT HAVE MOUTHS HALF THE TIME AND YET STILL ARE SOME OF THE MOST EXPRESSIVE YGO GUYS EVER!!!! Constantly making expressions I LOVE to draw!!!! and oh my god the COLOR DIRECTION OF YUGIOH ZEXAL?!?!? genuinely absolutely phenomenal and one of my all time favorites i’ve seen in any cartoon, western or anime. you mean to tell me we got a lighting and color budget now??? we get yugioh scenes looking like this??!??

THE BEST. THE BEST. THE BEST. OBSESSED WITH IT. ABSORBING ZEXAL’S COLOR AND EXPRESSION PROWESS. STEALING ITS POWER.

ANYWAY as usual with my ygo watching i was primarily watching the dub (absolutely thrilled to have a Completed Yugioh Dub to watch for the first time since DM, MAN.) but I did end up watching...over half of Zexal II’s sub; stuff just gets so absolutely insane with the Barian Emperors that I desperately wanted every possible inch of their lore so I ended up watching both (sometimes back and forth at the same type like an unhinged wild animal) for the full picture. I like Zexal’s dub a lot!! its comedic timing is ON POINT, EXTREMELY FUNNY DUB. and really like..all of the main dub VAs are so, SO good (as they usually are.) There are a lot of bizarre things they cut though, a lot of childhood flashbacks and little character moments and the like. It’s a shame! I can only imagine a lot of them were cut to leave more room for ad time which. Sucks a bit 🥴A lot of duels do whip a lot harder in the sub too, especially in the back half..... still though, enjoyed my time with the dub. there’s a remarkable amount of stuff i am SHOCKED they actually did keep in?!??! The car crash that killed Shark’s parents is just straight up presented as is with like one or two small cuts. A LITTLE GIRL’S DEAD BODY IS SHOWN?? ON SCREEN??? ZEXAL DUB!! KIDS LOVE IT SO!!! MY GOD!!!

ok enough on that. some breakdowns/specific points like I usually do with these roundups:

Stuff I Didn’t Like: always get this one outta the way first. There really wasnt a whole lot I straight up disliked with this one!! It’s extremely solid all around. It does, of course, have some...Choices, being made, like. Girag’s lips. and. Girag’s backstory. Love the guy but oh my god why did they do that to him 😭Yugioh Racially Questionable moments ride again!!! At this point it’s just par for the course, definitely not the first time a ygo has. Done stuff like that. Ah well. Worth mentioning though.

What’s really a shame is that Zexal has some of the COOLEST, MOST FUN GIRL CHARACTERS, and time and time again they just dont do anything with them!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S SO FRUSTRATING. i LOVE rio but the poor girl is fridged for literally 2/3s of the series!! She’s in the hospital like five times!!!! Rio and Anna and Tori and Dextra and Kari are all like, some of my favorite ygo gals YET but they have maybe 5 duels between them. Konami let your girls DUEL CHALLENGE. PLEASE.

hm what else. I guess also the final showdown with the series “Big Bad” was. uh. kind of let down lmao. But to be fair I was positively spoiled last series with the Z-one duel lol. Can’t win ‘em all. As cool as the concept of “the protag and rival team up to duel the Big Bad” is, and as cool as Don Thousands Entire toxic manipulative dynamic with the Barian Emperors is for like the Entire Rest of Zexal II is, they just....don’t. Do much with him for that last Donny T duel?? Would have loved more backstory elaboration or just like. Anything. It was over so soon and I was like “...that was it??” HDFHGSDFG thankfully the last two duels of zexal whip like hell so we bounce back!!

i also kind of wish don thousand kept his sick as hell demon armor form but c’est la vie i suppose. sad! well there’s other guys.

Favorite Season: I actually have no idea how Zexal is split up into seasons, so I guess Fav Arc would be a better term? Anyway I loved the World Duel Carnival Arc, I’m one of like 5 people who actually enjoy tournament arcs but i think theyre FUN and this one is a blast. There’s Arclight Family Agonies coming from every direction and there’s the INSANE DUEL ROLLER COASTER and Vetrix is bouncing around being a little freak, it’s GREAT

anyway and then Zexal II came in and grabbed me by the head and threw me into the drywall

LIKE. MY GOD. ZEXAL HAS THE FUCKING EMOTIONAL PACING OF MORAL OREL. YOU HIT Z2 AND SHIT STARTS GETTING REAL AND GOING HARD AS HELL AND IM OUT HERE GETTING MY BRAIN SCRAMBLED. I love like. All of the arcs of zexal II it’s hard to pick a favorite but I DO really like just that first third or so where the Barians are just starting to show up and the horrors haven’t quite begun and everything’s so silly and Ray Shadows is Very There. gives me gx season 1 vibes a little bit. it’s a delight.

Favorite Characters: oh right I should. talk about that. pained smile.

i joke about this a lot but usually every ygo series has like. A Character That’s My Actual Favorite, and A Character That Makes Me Absolutely Insane (syrus vs. zane, leo vs. aporia, etc.) but, uh. this time I GUESS THAT’S JUST. THE SAME CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SORRY. TO BE BASIC. BUT WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO ME. WHY DID THEY PUT A CHARACTER IN ZEXAL WHO ALREADY LOOKS LIKE MY ART STYLE. ALREADY LOOKS LIKE I DREW HIM. AND THEN MAKE HIM FUCKED UP AND SILLY AND A SAD LITTLE JACKASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY NEFARIOUS!!!!!!!!! 2021 dana had no CLUE they were hiding this fucker in the back of one of the ygo spinoffs. never could have predicted it. vector’s genuinely one of the best ygo characters of all time to me. what if a yugioh character had the most absolutely bonkers expressions youve ever seen and he was constantly doing little bits and acting like a little funnyman and then the devil fucking Kills Him. he’s perfect. the madness has only just begun to infect me i fear.

ANYWAY other than The Carrot in Question, I fucking love like...all of Zexal’s cast; I think this is the first time for any ygo where a series just didnt really have any characters I straight up Did Not Like. it’s such a solid, colorful cast that just checks so many boxes for my fav kinds of characters. I didn’t think I was gonna like Yuma but I ended up LOVING HIM!!!! I LOVE SEEING A YGO PROTAG THATS LIKE..ACTUALLY BAD AT THE GAME, THAT GROWS BETTER AND STRONGER OVER TIME BUT STAYS SO SILLY. I love what Zexal does to “traditional” yugioh character archetypes--Shark and Kite are both such cool rival characters and the shit they do with Shark especially?!?! NEVER COULD HAVE IMAGINED THEM DOING THAT. WITH A YUGIOH RIVAL. KAIBA COULD NEVER.

Narrowing down a top five fav Zexal guys is so hard, they really came in swinging with Catostrophic Families AND insane alien guys, but after pondering I think I’d have to say rn it’s Vector, Shark, Nistro (my fuckin  MAN!!!!!!!), Trey, and Alito. Immediate runnerup also being Tori. I fucking love Tori, new favorite main ygo girl. She bore witness to All That Shit and never folded. SHe’s Yuma’s FRIEND his CONFIDANT his EMOTIONAL SUPPORT!!!!! Absolute boss. Yuma would be dead in a ditch somewhere by episode 20 without her around.

Favorite Duel: BEEN GOING BACK AND FORTH ON THIS A LOT but I think my favorite duel was and still is the Trey vs. Yuma duel in zexal I, it’s just fantastic. The COLORS AND LIGHTING!!!!! The stakes!!! The SICK DUEL ARMOR!! Trey literally threatens a world-ending murder-suicide because he wants his family to be proud of him and well i’ll just explode into bits all up and down the road about it. Goes hard as hell. Trey and Yuma’s dynamic is one of my favs in Zexal but that’s it’s own post.

I also love all of Alito’s duels (especially the tag duel with Nistro, which is one of the most atrociously danabait duels ever (slash pos) and his last duel against yuma, which ALSO has some of the fucking coolest shots and lighting of any yugioh duel to me) and the last duel between Shark and Yuma. Shit rocks.

Zexal is also pretty unique to me in that it’s the first time i can really concretely say ive had favorite EPISODES as opposed to just favorite duels. There are so many episodes left and right that just make my fucking head explode. The BASEBALL DUEL FRIENDSHIP GAMES EPISODE. The EPISODE WHERE YUMA AND SHARK ARE IN THE HOSPITAL. The “VECTOR GETS STRAPPED INTO THE ALIEN GOD THRONE AND MR. HEARTLAND IS BEING INSANE AND THE ARCLIGHTS ARE IN A SUBMARINE AND ERAZOR IS GOING TO FUCKING KILL YUMA’S FRIENDS” episode. THE. UM. THE EPISODE WHERE THIS HAPPENS

^BROKE MY WHOLE DAMN BRAIN IN HALF. I AM STILL RECOVERING FROM THE DAMAGE zexal II comes in swinging with episodes that just knock your tits clean off and you LOVE to see it!!!!

Miscellaneous Other Zexal Gushing: IT’S JUST FUCKING GOOD!!!! THERE’S SO MUCH TO LOVE!!!!! I love the cast, I love Yuma and Astral’s dynamic and just how much love is there. I LOVE yuma’s friend group, they are SUCH perfect dweeby little middle schooler weird kids. I love the ways Zexal parallels Duel Monsters (and imo takes a lot of elements from DM and does them even better), I love Yuma’s grandma and Kari, ABSOLUTE REAL ONES!!! I fucking love Orbital 7. I love the Number cards and how theyre just completely thematically not related to each other at ALL (sometimes it’s a bug! sometimes it’s a guy! sometimes it’s an entire floating civilization!!!) I love the ABSOLUTELY BONKERS RELIGIOUS MOTIFS AND SYMBOLISM FLYING AROUND IN ANY AND ALL DIRECTIONS. THEY DID THAT FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! ASTRAL CHRIST ALLEGORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I just...adore how fundamentally Zexal is about kindness and hope and love, and also about how it’s so important to not lose yourself or your sense of fun as you grow up!! That theme absolutely EVISCERATED ME when gx came out swinging with it in its last season, and it’s GETTIN ME AGAIN HERE!!! IT’S ABOUT HAVING FUN!! IT’S ABOUT THE BONDS WE MAKE WITH OTHERS!!! IT’S ABOUT HOW CEASELESS KINDNESS CAN BE AN UNSTOPPABLE FORCE THAT MAKES EVEN THE IMMOVEABLE MOVEABLE. yuma has SO much joy and love and forgiveness in his body and it makes me WAIL.

Duel Monsters really ends on this note of “goodbye” with Atem leaving, and it works well for that story’s themes of grief. Meanwhile I think it’s very special that while Zexal also ends on a goodbye with Astral leaving, it feels so much more like a “see you later.”  That hanging note of “we’ll meet again.” It’s so sweet. The themes of past and future at play really just make you root for these kids and hope they grow up into the best versions of themselves.

Also it’s so fucking funny that like All of the Cast That Died and Went to Hell Came Back Except Mr. Heartland Who Definitely Died For Real. gay WRONGS.

God. what else. I’m sure I’ll think of 8352389 more things I love about Zexal immediately after I post this. It’s just that good. So thrilled I gave it a go. I love you Xyz Monsters I love you Dyson Sphere I love you Vector’s dub and sub voices I love you Duel Monster Based Off of the Titantic I love you Dr. Faker’s absolutely insane character design I love you Barian World I love you Arclight family I love you Zexal II Dub Opening Song That’s Sung By Bruno 5D’s VA I love you YUMA AND FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!! ZEXAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cant wait to port all these kids to the college AU. it’s already happening. I love them so much

[themaiden05]

Fate ( part 2)

pairing : kartik aaran x fem reader

part1 ; https://www.tumblr.com/themaiden05/714953202326437888/fate-part-1?source=share

kartik couldn't stop thinking about her. Y/n , Y/n , Y/n it was all he could think about. how could he love someone he doesnt even know so madly? he didnt have an answer for that . she was making him feel all kinds of emotions and not just love, she was making him anxious at time , what if she believes all the kriti x kartik shipping going around the internet? what if she ships them too? what if she has a boyfriend? what if she has a fiancee? no no that cant be ,she's can only be y/n aaryan tiwari ! he wouldnt let any duffer's surname even get close to her. what if she's already married ? what if she is out of his reach already? His thoughts were getting ahold of him. He even called his sister Y/n once , good thing she didnt pay attention . he searched her up on instagram , facebook , twitter but there were a million women with the name Y/n, Not knowing her surname made it worse. a lot of public profiles , and profiles with a Dp was out of the way , kartik knew what his y/n looked like, he didnt even need to look at the screenshot he took, her face was imprinted onto his heart . but then there were a lot of profiles with no profile pictures or random profile pictures . he wasnt even sure if her name was her account name so social media was a fail

"any lead?" kriti asked . she was as dedicated in finding kartik's dream girl as he was

"nope, nothing yet"

" what if we just ask the principal of the college for some info?"

"and what are we gonna say? hello sir! I am in love with one of your students , so can I get her instagram id and biodata. he would kick us both out"

"yeah! youre right. did you get anything else from the college website?"

"NO , what we found before was the only thing about her in the entire website"

" you know what Im hungary, lets go eat something . Ive heard there's a new chinese restaurant in town" kriti said standing up from her chair

"no yaar , Im not hungry!"

" I heard its near lourde college"

kartik jumped up from his seat

"what are we waiting for? lets go , Im so hungry!"

kriti laughed at his newfound excitement

"ya lets go"

kartik and kriti had done their best to disguise themselves. they dont want the pap to spread yet another rumour of them being heads over heel in love with each other. the huge glasses , beanie ,mask and hoodie were certainly doing there job . no one has recognised them yet. they find a table and sit facing each other.

"oh my god kartik"

"what is it kriti?" kartik asks .

"its-

kriti didnt even have to finish . kartik could sense the familiar scent . he could hear someone sitting on the chair behind them. he turned around. she was right there. His y/n . In a satin green dress, her hair opened and flying slightly in the wind. Her eyes are searching for someone. kartik's heart drops once he sees the guy walking towards her , smiling . he sees her smiling back . The smle he always imagined shed give him when he says how beautiful she is to him , The smile she'd give him when he gets her flowers and give her a pecks on her cheek before leaving for shooting. But he isnt the one getting that smile from her right now and it breaks his heart . He isnt some kabir singh to go out there to force her away from him. she looks happy and thats what he'd want the most , for her to be happy

"sorry , I'm late "

"its ok adi"

kartik hears them talk. kriti is ranting about something but kartik can focus only on what you are saying.

"ehh, youre wearing this green dress again?

"its my favourite dress adi "

"it looks shitty"

what kind of a man is he ? who talks to their girlfriend like that? if he doesnt like the dress why doesnt he just tell it to her nicely? why is she letting him talk to her like that? a million question runs over his head

'' Im gonna use the restroom real quick"

"ya ok but dont take ages. I have to go soon after this , i cant be stuck with you for too long"

stuck with her? where did she even find this douchebag from ? who can't even spend some time with her? Is she hurt from what he said ? has she gone to the restroom to cry?

"im gonna go check on her kriti"

"what!? kartik but-" kriti doesnt even finish before kartik jumps over the chair and walks over to the restroom.

as kartik walks in he sees y/n standing in front of the mirror. she doesnt look like she cried but what if she's really good at hiding emotions

"y/n" kartik calls out.

"who are you?" she looks terrified . thats when kartik remembered his glasses mask and beanie , he looks like a goddamn serial killer. he takes off his glasses and mask

"kartik aaryan?"

"you dont have to call my entire name like that! just call me kartik or koki"kartik ranted out . he could hear his heart beat out of his chest. he could see her blushing

"what are you doing here?"

"oh my friend wanted to try out this restaurant!"

"The restaurant or its women's restroom?"

"oh shit ! this is the women's restroom? great here we go again . I swear im not a pervert , fate just brings me into women's restrooms sometimes"

"fate?" y/n starts laughing . she looks so pretty to him doing so

"this is yours i assume?" kartik takes out her badge from his pocket. good thing he takes it everywhere with him to remind him of her

"oh yeah ! i had lost it the day i met you at another women's restroom"

they both chuckle and walks out kartik puts his glasses and mask back on . he wants to say and ask a lot more but the fact that she has a boyfriend waiting for her stops him. he still muster up the courage to ask her full name but before he could finish they are interrupted by someone. its adi he is still looking down at his phone as he speaks

"i have to go now "

"but we didnt even order yet"

''oh come on man, we'll do this some other time and besides i promised riya from office a movie together"

kartik is on the verge of losing his shit . how can he talk to his girlfriend like that and choose another women over her? why isnt she saying anything?

adi takes his eyes of his phone and looks at the man in front of him

"who's this duffer?"

kartik loses his shit completely and punches him on his nose. adi stumbles back in pain

"thats what you get for treating youre girlfriend like that "

"bhaiyya!!!" y/n runs from kartik's behind to adi

"bhaiyya?oh fuck" kriti always told kartik he's dumb and now it was as if he has realised it

"what the fuck man? who's girlfriend? what girlfriend?" adi asks while covering his nose with his hand

kartik runs over to him

"im so sorry bhaiyya! there was a huuuge misunderstanding"

"whaaaat!? who the hell are you man and why the hell are you calling me bhaiyya"

"you are her bhaiyya , youre my bhaiyya why does it matter bhaiyya?"

y/n chuckles at kartik's remark and their eyes meet . kartik is so relieved that this man he just punched is no one other than his future brother in law but it really was kind of a bad first impression but he'll make up for it

"y/n ask this guy to leave" adi grunts in pain

"koki ! leave"

"koki? so no more kartik aaryan"

y/n blushed and looked down

"ill get going now bhaiyya do put some ice on it itll be alright"

"get outta here dickhead before i punch you back"

"ok ok" before he left he leaned closer to y/n

"you know where to find me" and he walked away from his y/n who was now a blushing mess and her brother a bloody mess.......

(bhaiyya: brother)

to be continued......

[catonatrain]

Hi, I hope you're doing well ! For the character ask game, what about Momoi Satsuki with 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 12, 16 & 23 ?

thank you for the questions !! finally able to finish this since i was a bit busy !!

everything will go under the cut because i ended up writing like a very mini essay

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

she is my daughter !! i rlly love the love she has to offer to the world !! and most importantly, i love her passion for basketball as well -- i rlly enjoyed how integral she was to the teams she was a manager to due to her data collecting, and how those analytical abilities made her a force to be reckoned with !! in conclusion, that's my girl !!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

ok i do feel like i answered that in the last question, so i'll add that im absolutely so endeared by the fact she nicknames many people :] honestly kagamin and midorin are amongst my fav nicknames from her... think kagami and midorima won there

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

i don't have too much experience with the fandom -- since i got into knb in mid 2022 and rlly have only interacted with a few ppl on tumblr and my friends -- but from what ive seen, i rlly love the amount of love ive seen !! most people ive seen like her a lot and support her !! even those in other fandoms (looking at my beloved a3! fandom the most) -- when momoi's on polls (ex. @/girlygirltournament, @/girls-in-love-bracket, @/pinkandbluebracket) there's always a lot of support for her !!

quick fun fandom thing -- i do want to say that in the pink&blue poll, an alliance was made with a3! fans because both a3! fans and knb fans were super supportive of each other and had a fun competition and ever since then... they have been brother in arms 2 me...

and of course my favorite is still @/pinkhairswagtourney where we arranged for muku (the a3! pink haired boy ever, i even have a little can badge of him) and momoi to tie and be a team together !! and then they won the whole tournament... being able to beat madoka :D and i like to think it is bc of our shared love for charas

(also to anyone reading this, i think you guys should vote for a3! charas when u see them on polls)

THIS GOT REALLY LONG but essentially, momoi is very loved from what ive seen and even to those outside of the knb fandom and that is smth i like a lot :>

8. What's something the fandom when it comes to this character that you despite?

again, i don't really interact with fandom, but i can guess (based on most fandom patterns) that there are people who likely ignore her in favor of the other (most likely male) charas and that'd make me :(

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

i like to think she and takao will eventually become besties and have a very fun group with midorima and kise

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

i assume this question excludes ships you would have no real opinion on (so probably some pairs where they dont interact that much -- even tho i have shipped charas who have very little interactions it all depends on the vibes...)

anyways that makes it a tough question for me !! i personally do prefer aomine and momoi to be platonic, but like. i get it. theyre childhood friends who love each other a lot. inseparable... their bond is just very special to me...

this ended up being me talking abt how i like aomine and momoi's bond but i think that's ok even if i basically didnt answer the question because like. after writing all of this im like... yeah its not my least favorite but i already committed to writing this much

23. Favorite picture of this character?

THIS IS SO HARD... i love so many momois in da world... but ill choose this one for now because she looks soooo happy in it !! look at her smile, she is everything to me...

[wags-confessions]

Hi, So Ive seen the noise about Isabel and the rumours and so far here’s what I gathered.

Before this, I wanna say that the gossip about Isabel & Erling is hard to find because everytime someone spills, it gets deleted. There was this gossip page who was spilling THE TEA about them and it got reported by TeamHaaland(the guy who’s in love with Erling and who think Erling gonna come tuck him in at night and say thanks for being a boot licker (Erling dint even follow the guy).

Also the sources of gossip are from Bryne , so the people who spills conceals their identity to not get problems. Bryne people love to spill but like in secret (yk gossiping). Plus it’s gossip, use your reason and know to take it with a grain of salt.

1) lunasaksgard

This account is a troll. They always got Isabel’s age wrong. And also always changed their identity, they were Emma Brunes then and then suddenly they were a man. However, I do think that there’s something that happened between Emma B. and Isabel, they picked Emma B. as a false identity for a reason. And I have screenshots of an emmabrunnes account commenting about Isabel. So yeah , Luna isn’t the real Emma B., but the real emma b must have had some beef with Isabel. After all, if you gon pick a random person to impersonate, you wanna make it credible.

2) Gold digging and clout chasing

There was rumours on Twitter and Tumblr about her being a gold digger, even outside of Luna Saksgard tweets.

What fuelled the gold digging and clout chasing allegations are the random fan accounts that started to pop on Ig and Tiktok.

Account 1&2: isabelhaugsengj on Instagram and Tiktok (run by the same person).

Account 3: Isabelhaugsengjohansen1 on Instagram.

Account 4: isabelhaugseng on Tiktok (I think it belongs to the owner of account 1&2, because on Instagram the owner said it was their Tiktok account then they switched to isabelhaugsengj on TT).

The fan accounts really stirred up suspicions because they a) had a LOT of pictures b) isabelhaugsengj was followed by Isabel’s mom’s dog account. c) followed a lot of Isabel’s friends.

The fan accounts claimed to have gathered the pics from internet, Isabel’s friends account and her old vsco that has now been deleted. How could they have gotten all these pictures from her vsco when her relationship with Erling was a secret at the time? You mean to tell me that they download a random girl’s entire vsco just in time before she went public? Also what’s weird is that some of these pictures are impossible to find on the Internet, Isabel’s friends don’t post a lot of pictures of her, they know to keep her private. This is where things get weird, Isabel’s friends know to keep her hidden. They rarely post her and they make sure to not tag her on Ig stories. Also Erling is obviously very adamant to keep the relationship private. So Isabel’s being Erling girlfriend would also know this and also make sure that people don’t pay much attention to their relationship.

So riddle me this, y’all friend’s relationship is supposed to be super private. Y’all obviously know this, since y’all don’t post her often and make sure to not tag her. YET y’all with PRIVATE ACCOUNTS, are all followed by a fan page who literally post tons of pictures of your friend and her bf, and who’s post often has a lot of comments about the relationship, bringing attention to it. Mind you these account always switch between public and private so the friends can see what the fanpages post. And the friends have private accounts so they have to see who follows them and then accept the follow. Like come on now. It’s proof to me that’s it’s either Isabel behind these fanpages or that Isabel is in contact with the fanpages and feeding them content. In both case, she’s trying to get more public attention. She can’t do it directly since Erling don’t want to do she go through the fanpage.

3) Isabel being mean,rude, a bully and racist and a cheater

Racist: This I can’t tell for sure. Would I be surprised? No. The rumour of her being racist isn’t unheard of , many of the people I talked to have said they heard the same things. I remember seeing screenshots of someone who claimed to be the actual Emma B. (Not Luna and has denied being Luna). « Emma B. » had said that Isabel and her friends used to hit girls in training and had bullied someone for being black and fat.

Mean/Rude: Same Emma B. said it. Now apart from Emma B., I know someone (G) who’s friend with Isabel’s friends. That friend we will call her V. V said that Isabel is rude asf and even commented on her weight . Mind you V is « friends » with Isabel and Isabel called the girl fat unprovoked. Also V isn’t even fat. The rumours about Isabel being rude and mean is literally the most consistent thing of it all. Wether it’s V or randoms, they all say the girl is mean.

As for the cheating, I was told this by someone who knows the side boo’d entourage. I don’t think someone would make this up about her for free especially since the one who said it was a guy. I don’t know why a guy would lie about his entourage dating a footballer’s gf. The guy who said this is also a guy from Bryne who’s around Isabel age. People from Bryne are gossipy asf and will lay out everyone’s business for free. So yeah, I don’t think he would lie about his friend messing with Isabel on the low. Also it tracks with her being a gold digger, if she only wants Erling money and fame, it’s not surprising she goes for another guy when she can.

4) Isabel’s family & friends

Now, from G & V, Isabel’s mom has been bragging about Isabel and Erling dating and his money. Also, she’s the one who puts Isabel in football , Isabel don’t really like football that much (Bryne is a football town so I think it’s likely her mom knew that it would help Isabel mingle with the folks. This like social climbing 101 but I can’t say for sure. Maybe she wanted Isabel to do like the other kids). They also said Isabel’s mom was way too happy about Jan Eide and Gabrielle.

Now her mom is married to Jan Eide (Gabrielle’s husband) dad. Jan Eide is her step brother not blood brother and Isabel’s mom married the dad in 2018. So the anon who say the families knows each other very well, we don’t know for sure. Also, gold digging people aren’t screaming it on the top of their lungs that they’re gold diggers, especially not to their targets.

As for her friends, I know some gonna say « why would her friend (V) gossip about her. Bryne is a gossipy ass town. These people gossip a lot, and brags a lot. If they sit on hot gossip they’ll spill. Also, remeber that Isabel treated V badly. It’s not out of reach that people who hangs with her gets tired and speaks. V & Isabel are friends but it don’t mean V likes her much (especially since Isabel body shamed her). Plus people have surface friendships all the time.

5) Thoughts

That’s just me, but I personally believe that the rumours are true but there’s also jealousy at okay. Two things can be true. Both jealous fan girls and people who just here for the tea are exposing rumours about Isabel.

I deffo believe the gold digger and mean allegations. The fanpages and V really solidified it for me. Think about it, she’s not a model, an influencer, or a very famous wag like Antonela (Messi’s dream girl who he’s been in love with since childhood) or Georgina (modern day rags to riches Cinderella-ish story. Gio who also is « wifey material » and a hustler (insta modeling, brand deals , Netflix). So truly, what’s there to be a fan of? If there was a fanpage for every pretty girlfriends then we would never see the end of it. She’s not of those girlfriends with an outstanding sense of style (no offense) or a very unique look (Zoe cristofeli and her tattoos) she’s pretty but don’t have outstanding features, you can find dozens of girls that look just like her (once again no offense). I don’t buy it that she has fans. I dmed the fanpages once and they couldn’t even tell why they were a fans. They said « I wanted a positive place for issie/Isabel). Like they didn’t even give another reason (ie: she’s pretty/she’s nice/I’m a Haaland fan). They even said they not really Haaland fans. So you telling me that people really are that interested in a girl who’s basically not known (Haaland hides her) and who don’t do anything? Come on now.

Jesus that was a long read — you really took some time for this

[landboundstar-writing]

Mourning Mischief

A repost from my main blog and AO3

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NSFW - Out, out young minors.

CW- Raven/Jason Todd hand job, noncanon material, massage

She had just wanted a coffee.

No, she corrected herself, looking at the sorority girls and frat boys who had invaded her caffeine filled sanctuary, the painful throbbing in her head building every second that she stood.

She needed coffee. Desperately.

She tried to get into line again, only to trip and lose her balance as she got pushed back by the drunk guy in a Winnie the Pooh onesie and his girlfriend who was dressed as a sexy Piglet. They made out while aggression and thoughts of cheating poured off of them in waves.

"A plague on both your houses." Raven muttered, checking to make sure that her laptop was okay, before she reached up a hand to grab the counter.

"Need a hand?"

"I'm fine with the two I have, thanks. What I need is to get up off the floor and get coffee. Or espresso. Or a direct IV of caffeine."

The chuckle had an undercurrent of kindness. And they were sober. She thought that he might be lost, but he was a nice island of calm, helping her anchor herself in place.

A hand reached down, and she pulled herself up with that little bit of help. 

And felt the awkward jolt as she saw just who she was talking to.

She remembered seeing the snapshots that her teammate carried in his wallet and the pictures on his phone. Somehow, in spite of that, she had not connected this guy with his jeans and the red flannel jacket over a red hoodie with the little brother her teammate had tons of stories about.

Or the memorial plaque by the entrance.

Okay, she hadn't thought about much but her caffeine headache and the paper she had to write for her college classes.

But not recognizing Jason still felt like a mistake.

"Is it always this crowded?" He had to bend so his mouth was by her ear to be heard.

"No. It's because it's Mischief Night."

"Mischief Night?" He blinked.

"Night before Halloween."

"Oh." His voice was quiet. "Right."

A drunk frat boy backed up into her, and if Jason hadn't caught her around the waist, she would have fallen again.

The crowd's emotions were starting to leak through her shields and she took a breath.

Once she was up to the counter, she ordered her coffee with an espresso shot.

Jason grabbed his coffee, but still seemed shaken, in spite of how calm he felt to her other senses. 

"Want to go for a walk?"

He nodded and they walked together, sipping at their coffees.

"Sorry, Halloween brings up some bad memories for me."

Thoughts of her father's attempts to control her mind or abilities or possess her went through Raven's head. "I get that. My family tries to make it literally hell for me."

An odd laugh escaped Jason. "Sure."

Raven turned, letting her temper flare. "I'm being serious."

Jason looked at her. "I'm sure you are. But I ended up in Hell after I died. I got better, but I'm not exactly okay after that."

"And my father is a literal demon who tries to use me as a personal portal!"

She was nearly nose to nose with Jason.

Who pressed his hands down on her shoulders until her boots touched the ground again.

She rarely slipped to use her abilities so publicly.

He raised his cup for a toast. "To trauma and anger management issues. Shields sliding?"

The question was so matter of fact, not alarmed or condemning. She didn't hear that much outside the team. Or even inside the team.

Raven nodded. "Halloween really isn't easy for me. And the frat party - it's pretty bad right now. But I'd need to get to my dorm or my room at Titans to get all my shit pulled together."

"Hop on then."

Jason tossed her a helmet and she looked at the motorbike in front of them.

She climbed on, holding on to Jason as they drove the few blocks to her dormitory.

Cheerful voices, party music and laughter filled the air, filtering out of open windows. Raven felt her shields slide even more. With a swallow, she tried to hold onto a measure of calm as she rushed inside.

And her shields came crashing down.

"Breathe. Come on, breathe. Let's see. What was that again? White dove in a snowstorm. Find a white dove in a snowstorm."

Calm started to break through the shadows that were moving in purplish ribbons around her room and she floated up, trying to clear her mind to meditate.

"Doves don't fly in snowstorms," she whispered as she started her breathing exercises.

"The dove is having a bad day." Jason said.

It was not her normal meditation, but after some deep breaths, she had shields shakily back up.

"Here."

Jason handed her a pendant.

"What does this do?"

"Shield. Gift from one of my brother's friends because of the open third eye thing. I am going with you had problems because there were too many people for your shields?"

"Sort of." She went through steps in her head. Meditation, shield, weighted blanket, brew a tisane or green tea. Unless she was supposed to purge an emotion so she had a healthy reaction rather than unhealthy? Work through the feeling? Positive outlet? There were too many steps and options blurring through her mind.

"Too many feelings. I'm an empath. Strong emotions are hard to shield. And some emotions are worse than others given my bloodline."

"Better?" He was rubbing her back in soothing circles.

She did not feel soothed.

"Not exactly. I have too many - feelings that I need to work out before they can get used against me. So l need to work through my feelings in a wholesome way."

"Can I help?"

She looked up into his face. "Oh, you can absolutely help. Maybe. Wholesome. How well do you know your seven deadlies?"

He looked so cute when he blushed. Well, he'd figured out what she was feeling.

"Would dancing work?"

She blinked.

He held out his arms as though looking for a hug. She stepped into the embrace and he started to sway, turning with her in his arms. "I remember trying to learn how to dance before. How dancing with a girl made me feel so grown up. "

She swayed closer. "Before what?"

He shivered. "Before I was murdered."

Her hands slid up under his shirts. "I think I figured out a wholesome way to do this. But you need to strip."

His eyebrows lifted. "How is this a good idea?"

"You'll see."

Empathic healing seemed to work best when she was feeling strong emotions. At least, she was trying to remind herself of that, staring at the now naked man lying face down on her bed.

Not that she was wearing a great deal more, since she'd stripped to bra and underwear. The warm oil for the massage might be soothing, but she didn't want it all over her clothes.

Oiling up her hands, she straddled his thighs, letting her empathy guide her hands to soothe spots where fear had built up in his body the most.

She started with his knees, satisfied when she felt the muscles soften under his touch, then touching his back.

His muscles loosened as she pressed herself against his back, reaching the circle of muscle by his heart where the fear had buried itself deep, then letting her oiled fingers drift down, over his belly.

She wrapped her other arm around so she could use both hands to cup him, massaging his sac tenderly before stroking him softly.

He was leaking in her hand and she kept her hands sliding up and down his shaft until he finally emptied himself out. 

She went to slide off his back, when a larger hand wrapped around hers.

"Thy gifts, thy tables are within my brain."

The clock struck midnight and he kissed her fingers.

"Happy Halloween."

[landboundstar]

Mourning Mischief

Minors, avert thine eyes. Minors, turn away now. Minors, do not interact.

CW - nudity, hand job, levitating short girl

She had just wanted a coffee.

No, she corrected herself, looking at the sorority girls and frat boys who had invaded her caffeine filled sanctuary, the painful throbbing in her head building every second that she stood.

She needed coffee. Desperately.

She tried to get into line again, only to trip and lose her balance as she got pushed back by the drunk guy in a Winnie the Pooh onesie and his girlfriend who was dressed as a sexy Piglet. They made out while aggression and thoughts of cheating poured off of them in waves.

"A plague on both your houses." Raven muttered, checking to make sure that her laptop was okay, before she reached up a hand to grab the counter.

"Need a hand?"

"I'm fine with the two I have, thanks. What I need is to get up off the floor and get coffee. Or espresso. Or a direct IV of caffeine."

The chuckle had an undercurrent of kindness. And they were sober. She thought that he might be lost, but he was a nice island of calm, helping her anchor herself in place.

A hand reached down, and she pulled herself up with that little bit of help. 

And felt the awkward jolt as she saw just who she was talking to.

She remembered seeing the snapshots that her teammate carried in his wallet and the pictures on his phone. Somehow, in spite of that, she had not connected this guy with his jeans and the red flannel jacket over a red hoodie with the little brother her teammate had tons of stories about.

Or the memorial plaque by the entrance.

Okay, she hadn't thought about much but her caffeine headache and the paper she had to write for her college classes.

But not recognizing Jason still felt like a mistake.

"Is it always this crowded?" He had to bend so his mouth was by her ear to be heard.

"No. It's because it's Mischief Night."

"Mischief Night?" He blinked.

"Night before Halloween."

"Oh." His voice was quiet. "Right."

A drunk frat boy backed up into her, and if Jason hadn't caught her around the waist, she would have fallen again.

The crowd's emotions were starting to leak through her shields and she took a breath.

Once she was up to the counter, she ordered her coffee with an espresso shot.

Jason grabbed his coffee, but still seemed shaken, in spite of how calm he felt to her other senses. 

"Want to go for a walk?"

He nodded and they walked together, sipping at their coffees.

"Sorry, Halloween brings up some bad memories for me."

Thoughts of her father's attempts to control her mind or abilities or possess her went through Raven's head. "I get that. My family tries to make it literally hell for me."

An odd laugh escaped Jason. "Sure."

Raven turned, letting her temper flare. "I'm being serious."

Jason looked at her. "I'm sure you are. But I ended up in Hell after I died. I got better, but I'm not exactly okay after that."

"And my father is a literal demon who tries to use me as a personal portal!"

She was nearly nose to nose with Jason.

Who pressed his hands down on her shoulders until her boots touched the ground again.

She rarely slipped to use her abilities so publicly.

He raised his cup for a toast. "To trauma and anger management issues. Shields sliding?"

The question was so matter of fact, not alarmed or condemning. She didn't hear that much outside the team. Or even inside the team.

Raven nodded. "Halloween really isn't easy for me. And the frat party - it's pretty bad right now. But I'd need to get to my dorm or my room at Titans to get all my shit pulled together."

"Hop on then."

Jason tossed her a helmet and she looked at the motorbike in front of them.

She climbed on, holding on to Jason as they drove the few blocks to her dormitory.

Cheerful voices, party music and laughter filled the air, filtering out of open windows. Raven felt her shields slide even more. With a swallow, she tried to hold onto a measure of calm as she rushed inside.

And her shields came crashing down.

"Breathe. Come on, breathe. Let's see. What was that again? White dove in a snowstorm. Find a white dove in a snowstorm."

Calm started to break through the shadows that were moving in purplish ribbons around her room and she floated up, trying to clear her mind to meditate.

"Doves don't fly in snowstorms," she whispered as she started her breathing exercises.

"The dove is having a bad day." Jason said.

It was not her normal meditation, but after some deep breaths, she had shields shakily back up.

"Here."

Jason handed her a pendant.

"What does this do?"

"Shield. Gift from one of my brother's friends because of the open third eye thing. I am going with you had problems because there were too many people for your shields?"

"Sort of." She went through steps in her head. Meditation, shield, weighted blanket, brew a tisane or green tea. Unless she was supposed to purge an emotion so she had a healthy reaction rather than unhealthy? Work through the feeling? Positive outlet? There were too many steps and options blurring through her mind.

"Too many feelings. I'm an empath. Strong emotions are hard to shield. And some emotions are worse than others given my bloodline."

"Better?" He was rubbing her back in soothing circles.

She did not feel soothed.

"Not exactly. I have too many - feelings that I need to work out before they can get used against me. So l need to work through my feelings in a wholesome way."

"Can I help?"

She looked up into his face. "Oh, you can absolutely help. Maybe. Wholesome. How well do you know your seven deadlies?"

He looked so cute when he blushed. Well, he'd figured out what she was feeling.

"Would dancing work?"

She blinked.

He held out his arms as though looking for a hug. She stepped into the embrace and he started to sway, turning with her in his arms. "I remember trying to learn how to dance before. How dancing with a girl made me feel so grown up. "

She swayed closer. "Before what?"

He shivered. "Before I was murdered."

Her hands slid up under his shirts. "I think I figured out a wholesome way to do this. But you need to strip."

His eyebrows lifted. "How is this a good idea?"

"You'll see."

Empathic healing seemed to work best when she was feeling strong emotions. At least, she was trying to remind herself of that, staring at the now naked man lying face down on her bed.

Not that she was wearing a great deal more, since she'd stripped to bra and underwear. The warm oil for the massage might be soothing, but she didn't want it all over her clothes.

Oiling up her hands, she straddled his thighs, letting her empathy guide her hands to soothe spots where fear had built up in his body the most.

She started with his knees, satisfied when she felt the muscles soften under his touch, then touching his back.

His muscles loosened as she pressed herself against his back, reaching the circle of muscle by his heart where the fear had buried itself deep, then letting her oiled fingers drift down, over his belly.

She wrapped her other arm around so she could use both hands to cup him, massaging his sac tenderly before stroking him softly.

He was leaking in her hand and she kept her hands sliding up and down his shaft until he finally emptied himself out. 

She went to slide off his back, when a larger hand wrapped around hers.

"Thy gifts, thy tables are within my brain."

The clock struck midnight and he kissed her fingers.

"Happy Halloween."

[pyrait]

On my adolescence

I've taken it upon myself to revive this ol' blog.

I was eighteen when i was last active on here. Graduating high school. Before that, i'd been reposting a lot of um, not-so-inspirational not-so-healthy pics of half-naked women of a certain body type if you know what i mean.

Harder than looking at others' skeletal bodies, was coming to understand deeply the feelings that where going through my own body at that age. Starting from 15 years old, i had a pretty tough time. Undiagnosed mental issues, diagnosed eds, negligent and abusive family members, and a lack luster social life is something i cannot just erase from my past. However, i've always felt this urge to hold on tightly to the resentment these tragic stories meant to me, fearing that since no one else seemed to pity me for it, if i decided to let them go, all of my suffering would've been for nothing.

I really thought that magically, once i had everything worked out and "suffered long enough", the universe or my ancestors' ghosts or god or whatever would congratulate me with a bag of coins and a puppy to my doorstep. :p

And well, i kinda got everything I wanted. I've moved out of my parents' into my own big apartment, i have a loving long-term partner, a bunch of diverse friends that are kind and soft, i graduated from my undergrad and got a job right out the gate.

Would you be surprised if i told you that i felt more miserable than i ever had after all this? Ofc you wouldnt.

A classic story of crazy expectations. Coupled with not knowing who the fuck you really are or want beside the "wants" you plea for yourself.

I've spent the last month or so in bed, half depressed, half slacking. Asking myself what's so wrong with me.

During that time i realized some things. 1) i can't expect some divine reward for anything. 2) no one's gonna come on a white horse and save me and 3) in short, my life is mine and only mine to build and enjoy.

And believe it or not, a crucial piece to this whole self-loathing mystery was in this here blog, lol.

Despite how nostalgic i usually am, i never revisited this blog before. While exploring old reblogs and personal confessionals, besides the obvious body image and eating issues i had, what caught my attention at first was how i actually had... tastes.

Like, i liked pretty pictures, and aesthetics. I had a soft spot for beautiful landscapes. I loved art and history even then. It might seem banal but I realized the girl i thought was only a caricature of suffering and awkwardness was more than that. We shared the same worries. We both thought that our time was running out, that we were both undercooked, immature.

I was a kid. Unfortunately, due to the environment i was in (all girls school, conservative vibes) the only outlet for self development of my adolescence i had was through the lens of sexuality. Basically, being a teen girl was all about being skinny, hot and luring in boys. I remember distinctly making out and giving out my body to a university guy just to feel pretty, or getting an bad-boy-later-on-actually-abusive boyfriend in order to increase my social capital in school.

I didn't really get to explore my teenage years in the way i see others do. With much more flexibility to figure out what you like and don't like. I also don't really have a lot of great or exciting memories from back then, unfortunately. But, what's important to me here is that ive been able to see how this narrative i used to have about me always being confused and devoid of personality was all just, the insecurities of a girl i am not anymore, but that i love profoundly and genuinely.

Truth is, at my old(?)ish age, I was kinda blaming everything wrong on the trauma my parents gave me, on how my peers ostracized me, on how intelligent yet misunderstood i was. Just, a bunch of stories that are definitely engaging, but unproductive and definitely untrue and unhelpful if i am to become a sentient adult who just, lives their life.

Im opinionated, smart, sensitive, nostalgic, beautiful inside and out. im creative, hardworking and ambitious, and im working on becoming a more compassionate leader who builds a life for themselves full of boundless love and generosity.

I don't relate to that depressed girl anymore. If anything Im a newly renovated, depressed adult :D jk, but i see the opportunities ahead, something i didnt for a long time.

love,

[cultofdixon]

To The End

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • What a way to say I love you • SFW/ANGST

He could picture it.

Every day he could.

The life he’s always wanted and with the girl standing right beside him.

Protected behind the walls of Alexandria. Finally getting her to be his girl. Settling down. Maybe a kid? Definitely a dog if one wiggles its way to their safe haven. Just growing old with her would be a dream come true.

But guess that’s just a dream, and their end was being met soon.

“Remind me how we got stuck in this situation?!”

“Stupid selfish ex-saviors tryin’ to survive by themselves.” Daryl snaps instantly as the two pressed up against a door holding off a herd of walkers the best that they could. “Can’t believe he ran”

“Typical. I get Rick being nice n all, but if it were up to me? All the saviors would’ve been dead by now. Negan included” Y/N winces instinctively when another thud pushed them forward slightly.

“Fuckin’ Negan. Fuckin’ Rick. Goddamn it. Can’t have anything nice”

“Tried…really fucking tried. Then Deanna was sketchy, then Negan came with his plague of killin’, now this calm before the storm just drives me fucking nuts…especially when the storm is right behind us” Y/N frowns feeling her feet slip a bit as she adjusts, feeling her shoulder bump against Daryl’s only for the tears to start forming. “Fuck. I can’t”

“Helps comin’. They’ll realize we’re gone longer than expected” He tried his best to reassure when they both know shits not going to go their way.

Say it.

Say it now or feel regret in your final breath.

SAY IT

“Y/N I know it ain’t perfect timing” Daryl squints to pressing his back firmly against the door after the adjustment. “But I can’t keep it to myself no longer”

“I swear these life n death situations get you to open up more Daryl” Y/N jokes with a short laugh followed as the tears continued to roll off her cheeks. “But please…don’t let that stop you”

“I’m in love with yea”

The shocked expression on Y/N’s face made Daryl’s anxiety get a hundred times worse.

“Daryl…”

“I should’ve said shit sooner. Hell! Rick gave me shit for not saying anythin’ back in the prison days” Daryl frowns forming fists. “Ive loved yea since I’ve first met yea. You were perfect even if you did fight me for a fuckin’ squirrel” her laugh was like music to his ears. “Never let any of the guys bug yea, respected the space you asked for when yea needed it, gift yea little trinkets I’d find on runs…I wish I said it sooner”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile through the tears as her heart ached. She thought if they survived this, she would be the first to say something. But given the hell they’re about to face the second one slips, she’s glad he finally said something.

“I don’t just let anybody take my catches” She smiles wiping her face against her shoulder of some of the tears that fell. “I’ve loved you since that very moment. You make me feel safe. Secured in a hell like this. Even in this very moment I’m glad I’m with you and not some stranger that would’ve left me for dead…”

The two stared at the other watching them cry over realizing they’ve waited so long for their ending. Y/N reaches one hand over for Daryl to instantly take it into his.

“I love you Daryl Dixon”

“I love you so much more Y/F/N Y/L/N”

And who woulda thought…at least they got some sort of ending. Daryl stopped leaning against the door and started running like hell with Y/N right beside him. Taking the risk of the herd flooding the facility. Leaving what they found behind.

He needs more time

She wants her future with him

No more running from that fear

They take what’s theirs

Even if the end draws near

[3liza]

talking about flters and real beauty vs fake beauty and cultural standards etc always makes me think about all the victorian and edwardian novels i read, where the things that people thought about beauty were recorded at length. recently ive been reading a lot of Thomas Hardy (best known for Tess of the D’Urbervilles and Jude the Obscure) and there’s so much discussion of the beauty of people, particularly love interests, both men and women. and these writers, and their eras, and the culture of the eras, was of course obsessed with beauty and youth and also artificial beauty (being the eras of the really transformative corsets, not to mention some of the earliest industrialized or modernized beauty products or processes), as all human societies are to a greater or lesser extent in their own ways, but the thing that sticks out to me in reading these books is how beauty is not the singular or even the most important aspect of a person’s overall attraction. if someone has a beautiful face or figure, it is mentioned, but never to the obsessive, fixated extent that physical beauty is isolated from and elevated over all other features in modern american/western culture. there are plenty of protagonists or love interests in these books who are described as not young, or not remarkable, or not pretty, or even ugly or frightening, but nevertheless compellingly sexy and attractive, or simply interesting, or worthy in some way. 

its weird that the cultural consciousness has become seemingly ignorant of non-physical attraction. like that anon that was in my inbox talking about how they were “normal looking’ and therefore “needed” filters in order to “compete” with attractive people. it’s a weirdly mercenary and capitalist view of the social economy, first of all, which absolutely is not zero-sum no matter how badly the social networks want to convince us that it is. but there was never a single mention from that person about their ability to charm or entertain or attract using anything except a fake photo of themselves. wild. im fuckin worried about them! im worried about every young person how has brain worms

when i was about 4 and starting to become aware of how much adults were obsessed with my appearance because i was dainty and blonde and could do a passable shirley temple imitation, my parents gave me a very serious lecture about what physical beauty actually meant: i didn’t work for it (yet, i mean i do a lot of work now as an adult), it was given to me genetically. and someday, maybe sooner or more suddenly than anyone could predict, it would be gone. if accident, illness, or hardship didnt get me, old age eventually would. so with that being a certainty, i had better build a life and a personality on something other than my looks. and i said, ok. every day i get older im more grateful for that advice and the fact i decided to take it to heart instead of trying to gamble on Being Hot for long enough to get job security. which is also a valid career choice but it’s a risky one. always better to have a fallback just in case.

im of an age rn where a lot of women in my peer group are starting to get a very hunted vibe about the impending end of their youth, which is valid. theres nothing foolish about it, its not their fault, theyre not stupid or somehow lacking because this is an issue in their lives. but im noticing that i am significantly less freaked out by, idk, how long ago the 90s were or whatever, because i have been expecting to get old since i was in kindergarten. and i had adults around me who were just like “hey this is what old people look like and what bodies do over time. its not a big deal. everything on tv is fake btw”. i didnt get out unscathed, ive had eating disorders and all sort of weird brain-body problems. 

my advice i guess if i have any is to go outside and really look around you. notice how almost every single woman, and most men, has at least some cellulite, even if its just when theyre sitting down or whatever. notice how everyone has blemishes and zits. most people have some dandruff. if someone is wearing makeup, it’ll be cakey or balled up or smeared or uneven or clumpy even if it’s just a bit. everyone over the age of about 20 will have stretch marks somewhere, even if they aren’t visible except in certain light. i was under the impression i didnt have many until one time seeing a picture of my butt in FULL natural light and finally saw the entire surface of both cheeks was covered in straitions, they just were hard to see most of the time because im the color of drywall and scars tend to be light. it’s really easy to spot hair extensions and wigs and fake nails and fake tans and shapewear once you figure out how to see it. and none of these things take away from someone’s character. 

there’s a strong argument to be made that when corsetry was the norm, no woman was expected to simply be the shape of the corset unless she was actually wearing it. photographs and drawings of women in the 19th and early 20th century were retouched a bit as all photos have been, yes, but they were not retouched to make naked women appear to be corset-shaped. THAT is new. people are now getting surgery to be corset-shaped. and like, i dont think anyone should not be able to look however they want if they want to have that surgery. that is one meaning of cyborg feminism, probably. what i dont want, is for anyone to ever think that’s a normal way to look (except for veryvery tiny mathematical outliers, the Barbie Hips Georg of instagram) WITHOUT surgery or shapewear. which i see a lot now. i saw an instagram fashion designer with a very obviously surgically-altered body answer a question in her inbox about how she maintained her figure with some nonsense about diet and exercise. so now some (probably young) person out there is thinking that if they just do intermittent fasting enough, theyll look like a woman with butt and boob implants, a BBL, fillers, etc. that person probably thinks that if they arent able to diet and exercise good enough, they will fail at looking that way through their own laziness and lack of work ethic or whatever. i see that mindset constantly, especially in young women.

the surgery isnt the issue. the look itself isnt the issue. the filters themselves arent the issue. the issue is that on none of these images, is there an indication of what has been changed or how. the brain damage effect of filters would be lessened, i think, if everyone KNEW which images had been altered and how. so maybe thats the answer? mandatory labeling? i dont know. what’s terrifying is that the average adult human in america cant tell from a glance what has been altered in a photograph, no matter how clumsily, because they simply dont have a template for what a real human looks like anymore. the false images have supplanted the real images, the actual memories of alive humans that you know and have met or lived with. 

if you go into any of the shittier men’s spaces online you will find threads for posting pictures of “beautiful girls”, and it is page after page after page of teenagers in full makeup, hair extensions or wigs, circle lenses, facetuned, bodytuned, surgery, etc, and then hundreds of men yearning and fanning themselves over her “natural beauty”. dont go looking for this stuff, it will permanently fuck you up to know what a basic guy on the bus is thinking about women every day. dont do it

but i also seriously predict a backlash into “natural” looks after this current madness, similarly to how the 1960s saw the rise of the hippie girl with swingin titties, pit hair and no high heels after the consumer beauty madness of the 50s. of course the 60s beauty ideals were in some ways just as fake, but there was some authentic yearning towards a freedom from capitalist bodies as well. so when that happens send me $20: paypal.me/3liza. should be in like the next 4 years or so. thanks

[emmamountebanks]

Okay, I GOT to ask: what are your Brinivybank headcanons? Like whats the full story behind these besties suffering together? And how angsty does this get? I need to know cuz you put this triplet in my head and I'm obsessed

omg

ive thrown up so much baloney about them over the months so some stuff i say may be lowkey rehashing but oh well! these are my babies!!

i ended up writing more than intended so it's put under a cut

i can already just kind of picture dylan meshing well naturally with both emma and max over the summer (in the event max made it ofc). emma and max would take a bit more time to even interact with each other but the second emma makes a dumb joke and max responds with something dumb back, it's clicked.

since max was originally listed in his bio as class clown before dylan's intro video gave him it, they're already on the same level. supermassive didn't let skyler and miles interact because they would've been too powerful together. the three of them would be just dumb shenanigan snark fests and everyone hates to love them. they are the perfect goofball menaces to compliment their partners, and they love terrorizing them together.

as far as the actual canon events though, i always just like to believe max and emma meet post-surviving that night. they have to. emma snatched his clothes and got his ugly wolf mug on her phone, she needs to make fun of him for it. and with biting/trying to bite her i can just see him being like "whoops my bad i didn't eat before the moon came up". u know she wants to be mad but with his lil hoodie and awkward dumb joke she can't be mad.

i needed just more of emma and dylan, too. they love being annoying!! they want to break into cabins and be gay do crimes!! the most i get for any sort of bonding is if abi's died and dylan recaps the story to her. she opens up in front of him and kaitlyn! she's letting her real emotions out for once and lets her stage presence drop! and then they just never interact again. what the hell!

but post-game! they have a great support system going. they all share almost the same fear, of not being good enough or trying to act like someone they're not because that's what makes people happy. dylan and emma put on a show since they think that's what the people want. max hated upsetting laura since he didn't tell her about college. he wasn't falling in line with the plan of what she wanted them to be anymore. none of them want to make anyone sad. they just want to have fun, tell jokes, be silly, and stay afloat.

after all the werewolf trauma, it's rough for them to bounce back to their normal selves, but i think they'd feed on each others energy and remember its okay to still smile. having everyone else alive and around definitely helps speed up the healing process too.

i also imagine if laura and ryan don't come back, dylan remembers max's name and her story of leaving him there. he and emma go together bc emma wants to know who the hell the bitch was that tried to eat her - and its just some goofball that's wearing a cropped pink hoodie. her desire to throw hands is instantly gone because he looks just so sad waiting for laura at the dock and he's like "who are u guys.. wheres my girl"

my favorite kind of angst for them is the run i just did where they were my only three survivors, and infected each other. i personally feel like there's a strong bond that forms between werewolves after infection - so now that their love interests are dead, they rely on each other 10x more for support. cuz no one is going to understand it like they do. cuz max is the reason emma bit dylan and now they're just stuck with it. they don't know the source of the curse, and no one is around to tell them anymore.

alone but together. every month, they dread the night that reminds them and forces them to be the cause of everything they've lost. they met up right after, realized what happened, and realize that it's just them. emma gets their numbers, they have a little group chat to keep each other sane. then when it's a full moon, they meet up to be together and accounted for, and lock themselves away.

another full moon later, they get a place to stay and move in with each other. it's easier and more comforting this way, and it's easier for them to keep their humor when it's in one safe space.

but the survivors guilt eats at them for a while. max is sad that he couldn't have done anything to help laura, that she died trying to help him. emma is sad she wasn't there for abi, that the last time she saw her she kissed abi's crush. dylan is sad that ryan went off and never came back, and he'll never know if something more could've happened.

while it takes a long time to heal, they eventually slowly come to terms with their fates. but they'll still never be okay.

maybe there's an off chance they can get chris to help, since he'd have to live for them to stay infected. but with the rest of the hacketts dead, chris is just as helpless as them on the night of an actual full moon. who could even cure them at this point?

[sohcah-toa]

hii i just got the evilest idea rn for an angst fic, and it's basically itto watching reader leave with kazuha after the vision hunt decree was lifted and its just itto slowly reliving every moment with the reader where he loved them too much causing the reader to get scared and run away because they cant handle being loved mwahahaha ( this isnt me projecting i swear)

stop everything! ive been wanting to make something itto related + something angst and here it is!! thank u for this!

cw: angst, fluff (from the past), possible spoilers (ig?) bcz of vision hunt decree, i'll try to not spoil as much as i can lmao, ill just focus on itto

ft. arataki itto, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, kids (lmao)

Goodbye | toa

"D-Don't—" Itto stuttered, preventing himself from crying because Kazuha was there, he whispered "Don't go"

"I guess... this really is goodbye" You were about to board on Beidou's ship with Kazuha, talking to Itto before going in. He just ran there, he had no idea you were leaving.

You clench your teeth, you have to be strong. This is your decision but it was fairly a hard one. You close your eyes, letting the tears go back where it came from. You open them again and smiled "Itto, come on. You were the one who—"

It was so hard seeing him like this. He's trying his best not to cry. For others he looked normal, but knowing him, you were sure that he's been crying for weeks; same as you. Kazuha grabbed your shoulders, rubbing it as if to comfort you.

"Don't" Itto whispered, averting his gaze. You and Itto went on your separate ways after the vision hunt decree was over. It was mutual but the both of you felt so devastated that it ruined you. You had a really good time with him but you can't stay with him; it was just too much.

Itto let you go because he thought that you would still stay at Inazuma, he thought he would still see you even if you're with other people. To him, just seeing you was enough, but now that you're leaving Inazuma, he feels indifferent. He regrets what he has done. He wants to hold you tight in his arms but he knows he can't; not anymore.

"Goodbye, Itto"

—

Itto bursts his eyes open "Not again" he covered his face with both hands, wiping the tears away "I keep having the same goddamn dream everyday"

He laid on his bed again. It's been a year since you left and he hasn't moved on yet. Itto misses you everyday, he still has your picture in a frame beside his bed. He doesn't plan on moving on because he knows he can't.

Itto stares outside, seeing the trees bloom "You always did love trees"

—

"Look!" You held a leaf that fell from your hand with a huge smile on your face "Leaf from Inazuma, gotta keep this"

It was your first time in Inazuma and Itto volunteered as your guide because you intrigued him. He laughed as you put the leaf in your pocket.

—

"Stop" Itto shook his head, slapped his face and stood up "Keep your shit together, the kids and the others are waiting for you" he quickly fixed himself up, brushed his hair and everything

;

"Itto!" The kids ran to Itto, hugging him "The girl still isn't here! You lied, we have been waiting for forever now"

;

Itto chuckled nervously. The kids have been looking for you because you used to go with Itto whenever he meets with the kids "I told you guys, she's not coming back — for a while!" Itto tries to comfort the kids with lies. He, too, felt like he was waiting for forever now, believing that you're coming back to him someday.

Itto went to that one place he always goes before walking over to the camp.

He sighed as he walks towards the camp, the worst place to be. Everything there reminds him of you, every small little thing.

—

"Hey, Itto, spar with me" You challenged him, you were pretty confident holding your sword, Itto just laughed loudly

He stroked his hair on the side "You think you can beat me?"

—

Itto shook his head and groaned loudly, realizing that he was thinking about you again "Come on, Itto" he whispered to himself, walking towards Gorou

"Itto!" Gorou greeted him with a smile "How are you today? What brings you here?"

Itto had just realized that he came there out of habit because he used to train with you "U-uh just here to ask you if you need any help"

"The vision hunt decree is over but our men are still training, especially with the Fatui lurking. We do need help transporting materials" Gorou thought about ways to help Itto, he knew he was having a hard time moving on since Itto has been coming there every week for no reason at all "Let's help transporting the materials then"

"T-thanks" Itto scratched the back of his head, feeling quite embarrassed. You and Itto used to train the men so they greeted Itto with glee.

"Sir! Goodmorning!"

"Nice day sir! Where's y/n?"

"Yeah, we haven't seen y/n for a while now"

Gorou has been signaling them behind Itto to keep their mouths shut. No one in there knew that you have left for such selfish reasons, only Beidou, Kazuha, Gorou, Kokomi and Itto. Eventually Gorou sighed thinking that his men were oblivious.

"Oh" Itto frowned without realized "Well, uhm" unable to conjure up any excuses so Gorou interfered

"We'll go now" Gorou said, "Focus on your training!"

—

"Itto, don't be so hard on them" You and Itto have been talking about your techniques on how to train your group "They're just humans"

Itto watched you as you lecture him, he's not mad, he's not even listening. He's just staring at you. He was aware by this time that he likes you. He thought about all the times he acted dumb whenever you're around. He wasn't like that at all, he had just realized that he wants to be around you all day, he wants to see you as much as possible.

Itto smiled thinking how lucky he was to be able to be with you every single day.

"Hey!" You slapped him on his shoulder "What are you staring at? Are you even listening to me?" you pouted

He pinched your cheeks with a huge smile on his face "Come on, let's continue training"

—

This memory made his heart ache, the first time he realized that he likes you. Itto felt like his heart was crushed again.

"You alright?" Gorou asked, clasping Itto's shoulder "Do you really want to do this?"

Itto snapped back in reality "Of course! I want to help after all!" he lied, he misses you, he'd rather go to wherever you are than help in the camp. If he could swim there, he would but he has no idea where you might be.

;

Itto walked home after helping the camp, he saw a swarm of hilichurls. He sighed "I barely have energy for this" even though he said that, he cleared up the place swiftly.

After his one final blow on a hilichurl, he felt his hand sting, it was bleeding "Seriously?" he sighed, trying to fix himself up

—

"You're being careless as usual" You nagged, fixing up Itto's wound on his hand "I told you to not just use brute force, don't act too rashly!"

"I know I know" Itto answered. He stares at you while you fix up his wound, he felt his heart beat faster every second that you touch him "I'm alright now!" he pulled his hand, preventing you from treating it, his face was red, even his ears.

"Itto! Don't be stubborn!" You yelled at him as you try to grab his hand again, but he was taller than you "It's going to get infected" Itto thought that you looked so cute trying to reach his hand so he chuckled.

Itto knows that if he gives his hand to you again, his heart will burst, he felt so giddy being beside you and now that you're skin-to-skin, he just couldn't handle it.

—

Itto grasped his chest, breathing heavily, feeling tears fall out from his eyes, the bleeding on his hand continues because of how poorly he treated it "How can I possibly — just move forward without you?"

;

Itto was still walking home since the camp was pretty far away. He was trying his best to not remember moments with you. It was impossible, literally every single thing reminds him of you. Eventually, he just accepted the fact that he can't think of anything else but you.

He smiles to himself while walking through the woods, remembering funny moments with you. He would sometimes laugh to himself a little.

His smile stopped as he passed by a huge tree beneath a huge waterfall "Oh — no no"

—

"Look how beautiful" You muttered from under your breath. Itto took you to the most beautiful place he knew in Inazuma.

"Yeah?" Itto answered, observing you as you gawk. You and Itto fought with the troops yesterday, so he thought about bringing you peace this day. He was scared for you even though you're probably stronger than him.

After fighting yesterday, Itto hugged you tightly. You were afraid that he was going to say something here in this beautiful place now. He wouldn't take you here without any reason. You feel your heart pound.

Itto planned to confess his love for you here. Little did he know that you were nervous about the same reason.

"Y/n" He called to you. You looked at him thinking that was it, he was going to say something you're clearly not ready for.

Itto opened his mouth slightly, every second feels like hours on how slow he was.

"Itto?" You called, still nervous that you feel your hands shake "Is something—?"

"I love you" Itto blurted out, feeling embarrassed "Y-you don't have to answer, just—!"

Your eyes widen "S-sorry. I-I can't —" you felt weak all of a sudden, not knoeing how to react so you froze.

Ever since that day, Itto has treated you the best he can, he was a real gentleman but also a tease at times. You still haven't given him an answer but you spend every single day with him, just having fun and laughing together.

Eventually, the vision hunt decree was lifted. You know you have things to do in other places, even Kazuha knew this so he talked with you while Itto wasn't around.

"What are your plans now?" Kazuha asked, he was aware about your relationship with Itto "I know you have other priorities"

"Kazuha, I— it's just too much" You scratch your head, you started to cry and Kazuha was there to comfort you.

What you didn't know was that Itto saw that moment, how Kazuha hugged you, how you cried because of him. That's when he decided to just cut off ties with you. That way you would stop pressuring over the matter.

Itto never expected that you would leave with Beidou and Kazuha.

—

Itto punched the tree beside him "Goddamn it!" remembering his most regrettable decision in all his life. He could have been more patient but he didn't. He acted too rashly. He screamed as he landed another punch on the tree, eventually breaking it in half.

;

Itto was finally home, he buried his face on the pillow "Another day, another — you" he sighed.

This was Itto's everyday life. He can't get out of it. He loved you so much he almost broke you. Itto always think about how you said it was too much for you.

He spends his days waiting for you to return because he still believes you would. He always go to the port after meeting with the kids, hoping that the next ship stopping had you inside. Hoping that the next person to come out was you. He always get disappointed in the end.

— END