#just saw a huge post of someone complaining about this and i got so tired i didn't even finish reading

[futuregws]

Seeing people be soooo pressed about Rhaenyra and Mysaria's kiss and complaining about being worried about the way Emma thinks first of all y'all are weird for saying shit like that about a person, second of all y'all are homophobic. The show is full of incest left and right to the point that I've lost count at just how many different ways Jace and Baela are related for example, and yet that's never been a problem it's all cute and funny you even ship incest couples (which I don't care, this show is a lot about that you do you, I have my thoughts but its whatever) but to get so mad when two woman kiss (Rhaenyra and Mysaria) and claiming all kinds of things as if Rhaenyra even in the books isn't a little fruity, like bffr. It made sense the tension was there since the beginning like....why is it so painful for y'all to just accept that, it's not that deep.

[cindol]

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one piece men bf hcs !

a/n: tanks anonnie! I dont know what op men you wanted in particular so here ya go! Usually zoro ain’t my fave but I included him because I love to feed.

tw— modern au yay!, Zoro is a gym trainer and has tan skin here, ace is a fireman, tittie licking, fluff!!, law is a modern doctor,

Roronoa Zoro !

In the start of your relationship with him he probably struggled with pda. Being someone who always is busy with his clients and working on his body he never really had time for partners or love so it took him some time to truly get out of his comfort zone with you. Eventually though, he was very cozy with you. He still doesn’t show huge acts of pda but he does his own little acts of pda.

Like placing a small kiss on your forehead sometimes, placing a hand on the small of your back to lead you out of a place with a big crowd or having you lean your head against his shoulder when you’re tired.

He’s one of those boyfriend’s who are serious but still let you post silly photos and videos of him and feeds into tiktok trends just to make you happy. One of the trends he did with you was was that kissing trend where you showed yourself putting on dark purple lipstick then purple lipstick kiss prints on his neck and face. And another TikTok slide show of him laying on your lap and on your pink bed with Sanrio plushies surrounding him.

He feeds into your fantasy dates too! Even if you think it’ll annoy him he’ll brush that right off your conscious.”Ah shut the hell up with that. Its a nice ass picnic with free sake, all a man could want. Now put on those jeans and tank top so we can get a movin’. “ once he saw a smile decorate your cheeks he did a small smile himself. Once you both got to the park you’d have to tell him there’s no sake at a picnic though.

He loves when you wanna show him off to your own girl friends so he of course goes anywhere with you. Something He likes to do around your friends is give you a rare public kiss on the mouth when you’re rambling to get you all flustered and have your friends tease you and make immature “ooh’s”.

He’s the type of boyfriend to not give a shit if his friends see the embarrassing shit you have him do either. He’ll gladly hold your purse in his hands or carry your pretty purse on his back for you. When Sanji and Luffy see him and tease him about it he just rolls his eyes.”I’m a man who does what a man needs to do with his girlfriend Sanji. But ya wouldn’t know what that’s like.” That makes Luffy burst out laughing and Sanji turn red.

Vinsmoke Sanji !

He’s very very very big on pda. He doesn’t care who’s watching, he’s gonna let everyone on earth know how much he loves you. He’s hugging you behind, kissing your neck and lifting you up much to his friends Zoro and Luffy’s dismay.

You never have to worry about being too clingy either since he’s just as clingy, if not more. If you wanna just lay in bed and cuddle all day with him he’ll let you lay your head against his chest while he smokes a cigarette or switch it up and lay his face between your tits while murmuring nonsense.

He loves cooking with you even when you complain taht youre a shit cook he scoffs.”I’ll eat anything you cook Ma chérie. Plus, always time for learning yes?” When the lasagna he does help you make ends up burnt with a nasty taste he coughs a little and chuckles putting up a thumbs up at you and a smile.”Ah.. C'est délicieux. But i need to have some refreshing treats or water to uh… soften the taste.”

Sanji physically cannot handle you when you’re looking good. When he’s doing something mundane like washing dishes and you call his name out to show yourself in a new black bodycon dress he feels woozy and light headed. Like he can’t believe this is his woman who’s his girlfriend and future wife. He can’t get over how well it decorated your curves and shape overall. Immediately he has to go to you and just cling to your legs.”please bare my future children.”

Very easily jealous. When he’s out in public wit you and some random man is a bit too comfy with flirting with you for his liking he’s quick to settle the fact he’s your boyfriend in the man’s head. He was walking and saw how the guy was flirting with you, walking a little faster and standing next to you he played off his jealousy and kissed you on the cheek.”ready to go lover?” He said the word lover louder with obvious intent.

Hates to argue with you. He has his pride and little moment of being upset but days of no talking to each other? He can’t do! If he can’t speak to you in real life he’s crying to you on FaceTime or phone call.

Monkey D. Luffy !

In the start of your relationship with him he didn’t know how to treat you since he treated he treated everyone equal so he thought you just treated his partner and friends the same! That was a little till Sanji scolded him saying he can’t just playfully throw his girlfriend in the pool or beach water like it’s nothing. But you understand him and his silly nature and still played around with him. He tried still being a gentleman, (a word Sanji taught him) and help you out the water and even try to ring your hair out.

Not really a guy big on pda. He’s never been a relationship so he never knew how to be romantic or give kisses. He does give a few nice long hugs and slaps on the back since he saw that as affection in a way.

It’s trouble when you’re cooking dinner for yourself and Luffy. He’s always trying to sneak a taste of the food making you slap his hand and make a “aht aht!” Sound. To calm him before dinner you always make him a plain meat sandwich.

Loves to bite your neck or drool on your chest sometimes when he sleeps. You always sigh and kick at his leg tiredly but he just murmurs,”taste like meat…”

Isn’t a jealous person at all. If someone is purposely trying to make him jealous in front of his face by flirting with you he’s oblivious to it and just brushes it off.

Portgas D. Ace !

Loves pda just like Sanji his pda is more wild. If he’s at a party or club with you and very tipsy he’ll for real shove his face in your tits and lick between them for any eyes to look.

Always loves seeing you bring lunch to him at his workplace. He makes a big deal out of it too, grabbing you up to make you hug him.”Ah my girl, my wife, my baby, my sweetheart, my—“ his work buddies just groan.

Always goes to the local mall with you since he loves seeing the skimpy outfits you try on. When he sees the dresses with gaps or skin showing he slaps your ass chuckling at your gasp and how you slap his arm back and give him a stern look and he puts his arms up.”just appreciating a nice rump baby!”

Loves seeing how friendly you are with children or dogs. It honestly makes him wanna start a family. Whenever you coo or give a baby a stuffed animal they dropped it makes him smile and bite his lip a bit.

Trafalgar Law !

Another one who’s not big on pda, at all. Due to his calm nature he’s just not one of those men with a big personality who would be exaggerating with their affection in public.

Always takes care of you when you’re sick, even when you complain and whine but he’s not having any of it. He’s quick to lay you in bed with a comfortable blanket on your body and a folded rag on your forehead.”and stay, don’t need a cold going around.” He still gives you a kiss on the forehead and gets your soup.

Loves when you make his favorite food for him when he comes back from work. He loves sitting in bed with you sharing his own grilled fish with you to eat. Loving how you hum at the nice taste.

Gets flustered easily. When you show him outfits you put on or even touch him suggestively he covers his face with his hand.”you know how to make fluster don’t you?”

Spoils you more than he likes to admit. He loves to take you out on arcade dates a lot. He sucks at most of the games and is a sore loser but loves seeing how happy you get when you win two big animal plushies for you and him, a big white polar bear plushie and a fox plushie for you.

[kivino]

CLOSER || SLASHER!SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY X M!READER

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Tags/Warnings – very much dead dove do not eat, dealing with dark topics, stalking, unhealthy obsession, kidnapping.

Summary – You hear various dark rumors from your colleagues and you don’t believe them, until there is one particular ghost looking you right in the eye.

A/n – Fair warning, I am not trying to romanticize all those things. Requested by the anon from this post. Not proofread, so i'm very sorry if there are any mistakes.

At first, you didn’t believe all the rumors about ghosts, ghouls, and serial killers scouring every corner of the town in the dark, scratching the brick walls and howling in the tight alleyways. Your coworkers who usually talked about that kind of stuff appeared like gossiping teenagers exchanging something they heard or saw. Whispering on their breaks over lunch, or in those hours when business in the little coffee shop you worked in was slow. 

You thought their talks about some boogeyman hunting on the streets for new victims each night were silly at their best, and just distracting at their worst. You, coincidentally, were also usually the one working night shifts, taking over them after your female coworkers kept complaining about some creep waiting around until the end of the shift and scaring the crap out of them. 

So, how could you not help your colleagues out in a dire situation like this? Those shifts paid more anyway, and you needed all the money you could get. And, to be completely honest, you enjoyed the night. The lack of annoying customers, who’d scream at you for getting their order wrong, not smiling or some other stupid bullshit (whatever it takes to get that glossy paper with the words “20% off”, right?) died down by the night, so it was a breeze. Of course, you’d have to clean up and prep so much stuff for the morning shift, but then again, it was better money. So you could do with stacking some cups and taking out the trash and so on. After closing, you’d walk out a bit tired, but still enjoying the fresh night air, that would knock out any insistent worry straight out of your mind. 

And oh, what a fool you were for that. 

Ghost wanted to laugh, really. It was very amusing to him when you’d bravely head out into the dark, back to your shitty rundown apartment complex, listening to your music in your silly little headphones and not paying enough attention. Not a fucking thought inside this handsome head sometimes. Just perfect. Ghost knew he liked you for a reason. Which, of course, your appearance wasn’t solely why he felt drawn to you like you were a damn magnet. 

At first, he didn’t even notice you. Out and about, searching for any potential victims. Which became harder and harder each time he got bored and finished off the last one – their names fading from his memory as soon as the ringing from their strained, ear-splitting screams died down to a complete silence. They were borderline shrieks of wild, trapped animals that rang in his mind endlessly, day and night, echoes waking him from his restless dreams and lulling him back to sleep. Eyes snapped from figure to figure – searching, looking like a hound dog for something, someone that could satiate his hunger for blood. 

Followed a potentially interesting target to a small, cozy-looking establishment. Tried to look around more, still not completely set on the decision to commit to them. But then he laid his eyes on you and felt that familiar buzz under his skin, the pleasant vibrations that spurred him on like a prized stallion during a race. His blood felt scorching hot in his own body, anticipation for the desired thrill of the hunt already boiling in his veins.  That’s who he needed.

The huge man would follow you home with light, silent footsteps, uncharacteristic for his burly form. He would observe you from the dark corners of the forest, from between trees bunched together in thick, impenetrable layers. Ghost would come in during different times of the day, but wouldn’t ask for you, in fear of drawing too much attention – your coworkers looked like the types to run their mouths for fun, so he figured they would snitch on him to you. And that would just spoil all the fun, wouldn’t it? But then Ghost started feeling something he never thought he would. The more his eyes went over your form, over and over, like fingers picking at a bloody scab, or a tongue grazing gums where the tooth is missing, the more Ghost felt that ache poke needles through his skin, then change and transform into unfamiliar shapes and forms. Prickling on his insides, thorns gashing and bleeding his heart dry, his mind reeling at the mere sight of you in this stupid uniform, or just going about your business, and not knowing what kind of predator was following close behind in the shadows.

He craved more than your blood, your skin, and your smell on his knife, pooling between his fingers and onto the dirty floor of the basement. Etching scarlet lines into your sole being, slicing, cutting, and handling you like he would a piece of precious wood for his woodcarving projects. Ghost’s mind would go rampant with various images of you being with him. Not a victim, but a companion. A worthy one at that. The one Ghost deserves, with your presences intertwining until you two could not be separated from one another, grown together so deeply that you’d find parts of yourselves in each other wherever you’d look.

The only wish Ghost had was to be consumed by you wholly. And to consume you was a natural outcome of that. You’ll come around eventually. One way or another.

The images of his previous trophies resurfaced like thin, melting ice from fresh lake water. Each and every single one of them was an animal. In their life and their death. Scared but swift rabbits. Talkative crows that liked shiny things. Rabid hyenas that bared their teeth at him in a taunting grin. Gorgeous pheasants with their gentle coos. All of them so different, yet same in their dullness and lack of something Ghost was searching for in his prey.

You though, you were special. That’s why Ghost didn’t want to kill you, oh no. He wanted to keep you. All to himself. Lock you up like a wild bird in a golden, intricate cage and hear you sing lullabies and arias for him, and only him. Not for your stupid friends. Not for your idiot classmates. And not for your lazy ass coworkers. Only for him. 

So naturally if he wanted this songbird to be his, he had to get to work. Simon was a man of his words and actions, but Ghost preferred to act, rather than talk. First things first – he had to prepare a “cage”. One where you won’t escape from. One that will keep you safe from any harm. But not from him. He’d never harm you, in a million years. Ghost had to rearrange a room in the basement for that. And while it took some time and care, his feelings only grew stronger, when he would move and carry around so much stuff he had piling up in that dusty room. Then he had to know your schedule by heart, to know when and where he’ll be able to finally get his hands on the beloved songbird. It turned out to be pretty easy, Ghost got it down in a week and everything was working out perfectly. Finally, he had to catch you. Which, he was working on right now.

He waited until the perfect moment came to strike, like a hunter he was. One chance, that’s all it is going to take. And you’ll be his. His gut stirred with anticipation and excitement, that familiar buzz intensifying with each second, he waited to finally start his pursuit while hiding in the darkness. If it was anyone else but you the chase would’ve been lethal. For you, he had to contain his strength. Balling his fists together, beaten and bloody under the rough fabric of his gloves, he could easily snap a neck or break some fingers with the sheer power contained inside of his body, trained and adapted into the perfect shape for his…line of work and “hobbies”. For your sake, Ghost will have to use less force, for once in a long time. You’re only worthy while you’re alive.

The whole shift you felt like something was wrong. That sudden gut feeling, along with impending doom and anxiety that ate away at you was overtaking slowly but surely. Every second ticking away on the digital clock near the register only stretched that unusual, weird feeling like something (you weren’t sure what) was going to happen to you. You even felt a bit of cold sweat pop up right on your forehead, and the worst thing is, you couldn’t even point out what exactly threw you off your usual rhythm. So, all you had left to do was try to pretend like there wasn’t a whole hurricane of worry and panic bubbling inside of you.

You felt like you could snap any minute now from how tense you were. Intuition wasn’t your best suit, but you could not ignore a gut feeling so strong that you felt like vomiting up your lunch each time you were left in silence, alone with your thoughts, that spun around a variety of outcomes where you ended up dead on the side of the road because you didn’t listen to that gnawing dread curled inside your gut.

And you should’ve, really.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have been in the position that you’re in right now. Your chest and throat hurt, cold air burning with every shallow and quick inhale, as you ran, as fast as you could, blood pulsing in your ears with increasing pressure. You were pretty sure your heart was about to jump out of your chest. If it wasn’t for your headphones running out of battery and you having to walk back without any music you wouldn’t have heard the quiet, rapidly approaching footsteps. You couldn’t see your pursuer, too focused on the road, or lack thereof in front of you.

Why did you think dipping into the dark grove at the first opportunity to lose the person who was following you was a good idea? Your feet stumbled over the thick roots that webbed the fresh, wet ground, moonlight barely managed to pierce through the thick layer of leaves overhead and it seemed like any animal in your close vicinity disappeared, with how eerily quiet everything was, safe for your heaving and wheezing, that easily gave away your position.

You’re scared, oh, you’re so fucking scared you could feel the way hairs all over your body stand up from the terror, unknown follower sparkling fear so primal your thoughts are reduced to barely a semblance of your usual self.

You could hear the crunch of the leaves under your shoes, vines, and branches smacking you, as you ram through them in your attempt to get away, to save yourself from whatever wild beast was chasing you, whose heavy breath you could almost feel on the nape of your neck. You were pretty sure your face got smacked by another thorny vine, this time delivering a harsh, stinging cut that made you wince. You didn’t slow down, however, adrenaline made you push yourself to surprising lengths, that you didn’t think were possible in a normal, safe environment. The cut felt warm. You were pretty sure it started bleeding.

That is until your foot slips and you feel everything going upside down, crashing onto you, sharp pain digging into your sides, as you tumble down. And from water in your nose, eyes, and airway, you can give a wild guess that you fell into some kind of creek. If it’s true, then your clothes and your backpack are most likely busted. You try to get up, but your hands slide over slick, wet rocks on the bottom of the stream, making you slip back into the water and sending you into a whole coughing fit, bitter water resting on your tongue like a layer of algae. You yank your foot from under some rock, desperately trying to listen to the footsteps that at the moment were as loud as hell’s bells for you, stumbling to your feet, and through the thick darkness, you see that the path ahead will only be uphill. The ground is wet and muddy, but you don’t care, hands and nails digging into it, crawling upwards as fast as you can. You feel yourself grow cold when you hear a quiet slide and feel a hand grab you by your leg.

And then you start kicking, screaming, howling until a bitter burn on your throat makes you cough, spreading the sharp pain with every collapse of your chest. Fingers digging into the fresh mud and leaves, raking through them, earth sticking to the underside of your nails, as you try to grapple onto something, anything, to hold onto and save yourself from the iron hold on your ankle. Your heart is beating so fast you can hear it pumping the blood through every single artery and vein, and you’re sure that animalistic fear is being spread through your body along with it.

“Sing for me, boy. Nobody will hear you.” The man’s voice, devoid of emotions, littered with deep sighs and grunts of exertion rumbled from above you, as he dragged you down from the insignificant height you managed to climb.

“Fuck off! Let go of me!” You scream, your body contorted into a bizarre shape as you turn your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the man and correct the aim of your kicks. Your neck was weeping in pain and strain, along with every other muscle in your body. Fear scorched your insides. This was it for you, truly. Nobody will find your body in this stupid fucking forest and you’re just going to become the food for local fauna. Beautiful.

You expected anything – harsh blows to the back of your head, being drowned inside this shallow creek, stabbed to death, until you paint the water red, getting your head bashed in, or even shot like a rabid, stray dog who had no one to care for it. Instead, you’re getting your hands and legs tied together, and the man throws you over his shoulder, despite your attempts to scratch or punch him. You scream and cry, burning your throat raw, kicking and writing in the hold of the unknown person. Chanting harsh insults, and trying to kick or punch didn’t work either, but you didn’t care. You weren’t about to find out more about the local serial killer. However, no matter your intentions, you could not see where you were going, dark earth being the only thing in front of your eyes. Your thoughts and presence float far away from here, as the man brings you somewhere, jabbing a needle with something that makes you light-headed and sleepy.

When you finally wake up you’re changed from your dirt-stained, wet clothes, with your body aching like no tomorrow and the cut on your face dressed. The room has barely any light in it, and you feel the warm covers enveloping you, reminding you of home until you turn your head and see…something. Someone. His presence is enough to send shivers through your body.

He’s sitting by the bed you’re tucked into. Skull mask. Large, looming figure. Dark eyes gleaming right at you. You feel your face contorting into an angry scowl when you look at him and try to get out of bed. He doesn’t move. You get yanked back, and promptly turn your head again, feeling the muscles in your back and neck ache. Your hand is cuffed to the radiator. You feel a rough lump in your throat rise and drowsiness floating away. It doesn’t quite sink in yet, but you could feel the anxiety forming once again in the pit of your stomach and that lump rising as if you’re about to vomit whatever was left of your insides.

You hear the man get up from his chair with a quiet shuffle and the squeak of the chair legs on the floorboards. You flinch back, your back pressing into the warm metal of the radiator, almost burning the skin through your clothes. The bed dips down under the weight of the man. He’s not taking away his eyes from you, even for a second. It makes you want to crawl under the blanket that is now resting at your feet, just to hide from the piercing, heated gaze that you want to avoid at any cost.

You close your eyes, trying to calm down and think about anything else, but what surrounded you. Which proved impossible the moment you felt a rough, calloused hand shift from its position on the bed and rest on the side of your face. Warm, scorching fingers stroking your cheek gently, like that same hand wasn’t just dragging you through water and muck in the shallow forest creek.

Ghost felt…Good. Despite the bad first impression, he was sure that he was on the right track. Your skin felt divine, your beautiful eyes made him want to keep you here forever and never let go. And the way you looked while sleeping made him want to abandon observing altogether and crawl into the bed with you, caging in a tight, bone-crushing embrace that would show you just how much he craves you. But for you, it would probably be too fast, too shocking. For now, just being able to look at you and touch you was enough.

Maybe, if Ghost had a little more bravery he would whisper:

“You’re mine, songbird. Forever”

But for now, it’ll do. You’ll come around. One way or another.

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[bloody-cupcakes]

Jason Dean x yandere/dark! reader; you surprise him with slushies for breakfast

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, suggestive stuff/frank sex talk as well as implied sex/smutish activities, mentions of insomnia, implied murder, the reader is very clingy and affectionate with JD (almost to a smothering amount but he doesn't mind), this is one of the more tame things I've written tbh

A/N: this is a twist on the "one character gets a blue drink and the other gets a red so naturally their tongues become purple by making out" trope. I literally wrote this in thirty minutes so I could have something posted for heathers day, which is September 1st, so if this sucks then that's why and I'm sorry (and then I got distracted and forgot so it's a day late oops)

JD used to think he hated sleeping in general, but after meeting you he just realized he hated sleeping alone. Laying in bed after downing half a bottle of melatonin gummies while waiting for sleep to kick in wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. Lucky for him, you had plenty ways of resolving that issue.

Admittedly, they did a pretty good job at working effectively given that most of them involved you physically wearing him out. Whether it was with murder or sex, either way certainly made it easier for him to slip into a state of exhaustion and conk out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He didn't mind much. In fact, the act of you tiring him out as quickly as possible once he complained about being unable to sleep was one that he quite enjoyed. He preferred to stay with you anyway. There was nothing at his house that made it worth sticking around other than the few vague personal effects of his, and most of them he'd transferred over to your place already.

The sun was already starting to peek through the blinds when he woke up, which signified he must've slept for a good long while. That didn't surprise him given just how late the two of you had stayed up the night before, but what did surprise him was your absence. Usually you waited until he woke up to leave the bed, or at the very least told him if you were going to get up.

Thank god you walked into the room a few minutes later, because otherwise he would've started to panic, and that was definitely not something he wanted to be doing so early in the morning.

"Hey, baby," you greeted as you kicked off your shoes and set two large Styrofoam cups you'd gotten from the 7/11 near your house on the nightstand. "Did you sleep well?"

JD could practically feel his heartbeat start to slow back down once he saw you. You hadn't abandoned him, you just went out to get some slushies. No problem.

"Mh, yeah," he mumbled groggily as he sat up in the bed, watching you slip off his trenchcoat and toss it to the side. If he had been more awake, the sight of you wearing his clothes would've given him an instant boner, but the drowsiness he still felt was currently cancelling that out.

"Good, I'm glad." You sat down on the bed next to him, gently smoothing his messy hair back from his face before handing him one of the Styrofoam cups. "Here, I know how much you crave slushies the night after sex."

He gladly took the cup from you, immediately taking a big sip. "Thanks." It still felt weird, having someone being so affectionate and loving with him after everything he'd been through. A huge part of him felt like he didn't deserve it, but he knew you'd never leave him even if that was true. Something about how attached you were should've been unnerving, but JD was pretty unnerving himself so he wasn't bothered by it.

"Did you seriously wear your pajamas to go get slushies?" He asked after a moment, his brain finally catching up as he began to wake up more. The cold, sweet drink in his hands certainly helped matters.

"Well, I wasn't going to put on real clothes," you insisted lightheartedly before drinking some of your own slushie, which just so happened to be the opposite color of his. "Besides, we both know they're not going to stay on much longer anyway."

"Oh god," he muttered under his breath, though he was unable to keep the faint smirk of amusement off his face when you said that.

"Here, lemme have your drink for a moment." You placed both cups back on the nightstand before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a hungry kiss. He suddenly became very aware of the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers as he hadn't gotten properly dressed yet.

"C'mon, I wasn't finished," he complained with a slight huff even as he let you push him flat onto his back with no other protest.

"You can finish later. For now, I say we take the blue and red from our drinks and make purple." Your voice came out in a low tease when you spoke, your body hovering over his as you leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss.

Both of your tongues were successfully colored purple and your drinks were no longer cold when you were done, but it was so worth it.

[saintarmand]

multiple popular blogs in the iwtv fandom have a documented pattern of behavior of saying anything ranging from "could be interpreted as a bit racist but only if you're looking for it" to now literally "the real racism is actually against white people" and other alt right talking points. LOOK AT THE PATTERN.

you see the same people constantly complaining about how they keep getting called racist by black fans over and over again, and instead of asking yourself "why do so many black fans think these people are racist? could they be onto something?" you zero in on how polite they are about it and go "well, they put some naughty words after the word racist, looks like there really is a woke mob of big bad black bullies terrorizing the fandom, sounds legit!"

the thing is, something like about a year ago, i actually posted an absolute garbage take i can't believe i ever thought was acceptable, and got rightfully called out for it. i had some other white people agreeing with me, but THANK GOD someone i followed reblogged a post talking some sense. i freaked out at first of course. "someone is vagueing about me? that's not exactly what i said verbatim. i'm being misinterpreted unfairly! what if everyone finds out and starts hating me?" i got defensive, though i avoided throwing the classic huge public tantrum by simply logging off until i cooled down a little, so i managed not to draw that much attention. it's probably only because it was people that i already thought seemed really smart who were saying it, that made the voice at the back of my mind go, "what if they're right and i'm wrong?" so i really thought about it. at first i thought it was just my phrasing that was bad and if i explained it better it would be fine. but now that i've had over a year to think about it and listen and learn, i've come to realize just how stupid that was. and it's probably not the only dumb racist post i made, just the one that i saw called out. i've since deleted the whole blog so i can't check. which i admit i did in large part so other people couldn't check anymore either.

and what were the only consequences i faced? there are users that i think are really cool, and even some i was following, who have me blocked. i go :( about it for a second when i can't reblog a post. iirc like 3 anon asks i've gotten in total, only one of which was even mean at all. oh the horror, someone called me a racist bitch. i literally WAS. and even if i wasn't, so what? it made me feel a little bad, yeah. it would probably actually feel LESS bad if i thought it didn't apply. it would just be confusing and a little funny. it did apply, and it probably still does, i got a lot of shit to unlearn. in my book, me feeling bad is absolutely worth it if it brought whoever sent it even a smidgen of satisfaction. them having to witness my bullshit was undoubtedly worse.

the only reason i'm able to be as polite as i am is because as a white person this does not affect me personally. this fandom has been racist since before the show even started. if i saw popular blogs in my fandom being, say, lesbophobic for more than two years, constantly, and getting away with it, still being popular, receiving praise, and every time i said anything about it i had their followers come after me, while consoling them, i'd be pretty fucking pissed. i'd get tired of being nice so fast. and that's not even mentioning the trauma from a lifetime of racism in real life and online that black people have to deal with. i can't even imagine.

"racist" is not a goddamn slur. anyone who tries to tell you that it is has an agenda, and it's not that hard to figure out what that agenda is.

OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND YOU. really look. and when you see it, STAND UP AND SAY SOMETHING. i'm ashamed it's taken me this long to do that.

[kidge-planet]

Kidge summer event

Day 1: camping

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt, Keith Kogane and Kosmo

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge

Post season 8/ canon AU

Keith was back on earth from a BOM mission, and, the first person he wanted to see was obviously Pidge. And he wanted more than just seeing her. He wanted to spend time with her. So after a long talk and many arguments, he finally got her to do one of the things he loved the most: camping!

( He has never done camping again since his father died. At least now, he could go with someone he really cared about.)

They arrived in the forest:

"Keith, I swear, if I die during the night because of my allergies or because an animal eat me, I'll kill you."

She said as they walked inside the forest.

He raised an eyebrow:

"You won't be able to kill me if you are dead.."

"Then I hope the animals eat you too."

He smirked at her and patted her head.

"Don't worry, the only thing that will kill you here is nothing because I think Kosmo will eat it before it eats you.... We took everything you need for allergies and for any beetle bites. You should be fine..."

"I SHOULD."

She insisted on the word "should".

They kept walking in the forest because Keith was insisting on showing her a nice spot. She followed and complained about mosquito bites all along... Until they arrived In front of a huge lake in the middle of the forest. It looked perfect.

"Wow...."

Pidge said, speechless.

"See? I told you it would be nice! Now come and help me get the camp ready."

She nodded and helped.

The night started to settle and the both had finished to establish their camp. They lit a fire and sat near it.

"Ooooo.... My muscles are dying...."

"Would you stop complaining and just enjoy the moment? Here, I brought marshmallows."

He handed the marshmallows to her and she grabbed them immediately.

"OK!? I SAID NOTHING! THAT WAS SOOOO WORTH IT!"

Her eyes were lighting and he smiled at that sight.

"For marshmallows? Seriously?"

"Man, I LOVE MARSHMALLOWS."

She looked like she had just discovered a new technology or other stuffs that Keith couldn't understand.. But no, she just had marshmallows and that was it.

Keith immediately thought that she was cute and blushed.... But then, Kosmo came and licked his cheek to take him off his thoughts.

Thanks buddy....

He thought to himself..

The night wore on, filled with laughter and multiple conversations... But it was getting late and the both of them were starting to get tired. Pidge rested her head on Keith's shoulder.

"See, you are still alive"

Keith said in a teasing tone.

"I am, yet."

She answered with her eyes closed and frowning.

Keith smiled at her.

"Thank you Keith for bringing me here. It's nice."

She said in a sigh.

His eyes softened when he saw her lean more on his shoulder. He then wrapped his arm around her.

"It IS very nice..."

A/N: sorry that was very short!! But the fics for the rest of the event are way longer!! Anyways, hope you liked it ! :3

[ajxrn-archive]

rant under the cut . doubt anyone will see it but who cares anymore.

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I’m tired of not being interacted with.

I always have to start the conversation. My ask box is empty 24/7. Maybe once in a while someone else will start a convo with me. I constantly get notes and I look and its just the kosa post I made. I might turn rbs/notifs off or delete it at this point. Someone I thought was my friend fucked up our friendship and I realized they didn’t actually value me in the first place. I joined the discord right when everything fell apart and practically everyone left. Half of my friends aren’t online often. I’m active in the discord and try to fucking fix everything and keep it lively and fun for everyone and it feels like nobody else fucking cares as much as I do.

idk.

I’m just really lonely and I feel like nobody cares to speak with me yknow. I reblog or make ask games, and I don’t get asks any asks. I tag friends in posts and they don’t rb or just acknowledge them. People always liked and never reblogged my art so I gave up posting it. I don’t get tagged in stuff and that made me hate picrew/reblog chains so I don’t do them anymore. Im always initiating conversations. I vent too much and complain and I can be rude so maybe that puts people off from me.

I just feel like I have stressed myself by trying to put in so much effort just for others to…not? Even back then when I was an anon. I would send rambles and ask people about their day and be super friendly just for..barely any response.

The last time my friends seemed to care so much was when I made my suicide note post at like, what, 14? I was begged to stay. People said they loved me so much and I mattered a lot to them.

..And then the next day it went back to no interaction.

I have ONE fucking irl friend and I’m grateful to have her and she means the world to me but fuck I’m so lonely. I even just talk to my animals like people at this point. I try to send asks to friends and they never get answered or the replies are short. Nobody sees my posts despite the fact I have 44 followers. Which irritates me. And half of those people followed for art and I can’t even do that anymore.

i feel like everyone liked me better when I was in the Lu fandom and under the different name. I got way more interactions back then. People saw my art more even though it was bad. Friends sent asks and DMs. People responded to my tagging. I would reblog ask games and I’d GET asks. I would post something and it would get attention. But now it’s so empty.

I used to post a headcanon about a character and people would say they loved it. Now I do it and it goes unnoticed. I talk about shit I like now and nobody fucking cares. Nobody listens. It pisses me the fuck off. Oh but if I came back as old me and started talking about lu again I’d get SOO much fucking attention.

I saw friends talk to eachother in huge reblog chains. I saw people reblog their mutuals posts all the time. Constantly answering asks. Talking about dm conversations. Everyone I was friends with. It feels like being in a huge circle of people yet everyone forgot about you. Even when you cut people off they didn’t notice. And that really shows that you weren’t of value in the first place. They didn’t care. You meant nothing to them. There was always someone who mattered more.

I feel invisible and honestly unwanted. And that really fuels my whole abandonment issues. Its so nice knowing people will leave you because they always have someone who’s more important. Someone they favor. Someone more valued.

I could post a suicide note right now and suddenly people would care. People would want to talk to me. People would ‘like’ me.

that really shows that people don’t care until your gone.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

I SAW YOUR POST!!!

May I request comfort cuddles with naruto?

I LOVE NARUTO SMMSMSMMDMJDJFJF

Plsplspsls i adore the lil ray of sunshine and i would pick him over sasuke ANY day

Not that i font love our favourite goff emo kid but theres only enough room for one of us in konoha 🤨

Masterlist<3

Naruto x Reader

You sit alone in your room, the curtains closed and your door shut. Your bedroom was an absolute mess, crap littered all over your floor and your desks a mess.

It's the first day you've been back after a mission gone awry, and your twmper has bewn fizzing lately, every little inconvenience chipping away at your patience and your sanity.

One of your teammates, if you can even call them that, had fucked up.

He had fucked up so badly that he ended up giving away their position to the enemy, and they were ambushed. He then proceeded to blame you.

This idiot had told your team that you had left a trail, and were talking to loud, going as far as to say that you had betrayed the team, and that you were a traitor to Konoha.

Thankfully, the rest of the team knew otherwise, but you were absolutely livid. You saw red.

The fight was huge, screaming, crying, kicking, punching... it was chaos. The team was falling apart. But there's almost nothing more infuriating than being gaslit and blamed for someone else's wrongs.

When you finally got home you had torn your room apart, screaming and punching walls out of frustration. By the time you had finally calmed down, your flat was a mess. The walls were cracked and your belongings were strewn across the floor, drawers separated from their desks and thrown across the room.

It's humiliating to have a fucking temper tantrum like a child, but you couldn't help but be violently angry when his lie almost had you kicked from your village with the label of 'traitor' stamped onto your back. Now your team is weary of you. Your reputation has been damaged.

Currently, you lay in your bed, staring at the wall with tired, exhausted eyes, your room pitch black and cold as night. So when Naruto, your precious boyfriend of two years, walks into your appartment using his spare key, he's speechless for a minute. What the hell?

He had only come to check in on you since you hadn't come to see him after your mission, only to find you like this. His heart drops and his expression morphs into one of grief, feeling guilty for not having come seen you sooner, and not knowing what to say.

He simply closes the door behind him and by some miracle manages to make it to your bed, collapsing into the nest of blankets with you. He keeps the room dark, knowing that you prefer it, and that you'd probably want to take a nap.

The blonde's cuddles are out of this world. You've never felt anything quite as warm and comforting as his embrace, because he's just good like that. And when he slides his arms across your waist to pull you closer, resting a hand on your belly and pressing feather light kisses to your neck and shoulder, you don't complain at all.

Tense and strained muscles relax under his comforting touch and you instinctively let out a sigh of relief. He lights up at the response and cuddles you even closer than ever, and you dont see the way blue eyes flutter closed and his expression softens.

He barely says anything. Naruto knows you, and he knows you won't be able to talk about it without feeling like a burden, so he simply tells you he's glad that you're back, that he loves you, and that you can come to him to talk about anything when you're ready.

The rasp of his voice and his quiet tone, communicating that he doesn't want to disturb you has you smiling just barely, already in a much better mood.

How did you get so lucky?

"I love you, too. Thank you... 'm lucky to have you..."

Those words make his day. And his week. And his whole year. What man wouldn't be over the moon to hear that from the woman they love?

So when he cuddles you a little closer and you sleep a little better in his arms, you're not really surprised. And when you wake up, and your room is a little more tidy, the washing is done, and there's a cheery blonde making you breakfast, you fall even harder in love.

For the second time since you've come back, you cry. But they're tears of joy, and Naruto knows how grateful you are to him.

[yeahimaloser]

Hi lovely! I adore your writing style and noticed you were taking requests. This is my first request ever so if it comes off a little awkward please forgive me! 👉👈

I was hoping for a scenario where Hawks has been wondering why y/n has been skipping out on get-togethers with him for the past week or two. He gets curious enough one day that he just-so-happens to patrol the area where you run off to after you reject another date with him.

He finds out that you have been going to an outdoor avian clinic and taking classes on how to pamper/massage or preen bird wings in order to surprise Hawks for your anniversary coming up.

But not like totally before Hawks confronts you and blurting out “Have you been cheating on me with a parrot?” 😂

Thank you! I hope this all makes sense. Hugs and kisses!

Hello there!! You are so sweet! and you didn’t come off awkward at all! <3

I am so sorry I didn’t actually mean for this to become an angst fic in the beginning ;-; 

but it is fluffy don’t worry!

warnings: avian Keigo (Keigo having bird like tendencies)

Also I schedule this to be a bit later than I normally post, I’ll most likely be asleep when this goes up so I just wanted to say to everyone thank you for reading!!

word count: 3.3k

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He tapped his foot against the floor of the restaurant, his patience deteriorating every second as he stared at the door.

As the fastest hero, Keigo never really had any patients for just about anything. One thing he hated more than anything was people being late, he moved fast, he wanted people to move fast with him.

All he wanted to do was go on a nice date night, have some dinner, and go home and watch a movie or something. He just wanted to spend time with you.

You normally never skipped out on dates, so why now? 

He had noticed your absence in the last few weeks, more and more you would skip out on him. 

The anxiety bubbling in his heart was starting to spill over, seeping into his attitude in daily life. In his head, he wondered if maybe you were trying to signal to him that you weren’t interested in dating anymore, that maybe you were just silently drifting from him. But he loved the 11 months he got to spend with you, he’d never experienced anything like it. It was fresh, new, loving, he didn’t want it to end. Those thoughts had made him feel miserable for the last week or so, but he was still confused by you. Although you skipped out on dates and such, you still acted so lovingly towards him. You would still come home and snuggle up to him, you would still run your fingers through his hair at night, you would still talk mindlessly about your day, as though nothing was remotely bothering you.

So, maybe you really were busy, perhaps he was just looking too much into the issue.

But still, getting stood up for the 4th time in a row would make anyone a bit upset. 

He left the restaurant, paying for the drink he had ordered, and went on his way home.

Maybe it was a side effect of his quirk, but when he had these sorts of thoughts his wings would get all twitchy. He had done the research and found that when birds were in a high-stress situation they plucked at their feathers. The article also said that when a person that said a bird was attached to someone that abandons them, they get even more stressed and irritated. Which he supposed made sense. He would never admit it to very many people, (and if the press got a hold of it he would honestly shoot himself) but he had some bird tendencies.

Not big ones, just small ones.

He would bob his head in time with music sometimes, his pupils would dilate and contract when he was concentrating on something, he would mindlessly coo and cluck randomly as well.

Luckily, the commission taught him to control his bird-like tendencies, they told him that some of his bird traits were “off-putting”. But he really wasn’t sure what they were talking about, animal quirks weren’t uncommon, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t mind the help. 

But since he’s been dating you, he found himself getting more and more of these tendencies.

A few times, he would find random shiny objects and give them to you, he acted all excited about it too, saying, “I saw it and thought that you could keep it! It’s super pretty so, I don’t know, I thought you’d think it was cool.” After he said that, you just took the objects and told him he was so adorable. 

Another time, when you two were just out and about, he had seen you talk to someone with a similar bird quirk to his. He didn’t even know what came over him, but he squawked at the man, effectively freaking him and you out.

He apologized profusely after that. 

There was one bird-like quality he didn’t mind all that much, and that was the preening of his feathers. It was honestly so relaxing, the dirt and dust from flying seeped into his feathers, so he always found himself soaking his wings in water and then rubbing them with a special kind of oil.

There were some days, however, were all he could do (or all he had time to do) was take a warm towel and gently rub off his feathers. 

And lately, he had found himself going overboard with his preening, pulling more aggressively at his feathers, sometimes even hurting himself. He suspected that it was due to the stress of worrying about what was wrong with you (or him).

He hated all of it, loathed it even. Worse was how hard it was for him to broach the subject with you, whenever he got close he always wussed out. In his mind, even though it bothered him, he didn’t want to lose you. He was so scared that if he brought it up he would hear something he dreaded, and you two would fall apart. 

He loved you so much, he wanted you to stay with him. Another bird trait he learned, some birds mated for life, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that way about you. He just...he didn’t want to lose you.

There was one possibility that was the worst, and yet the most likely. You had been cheating on him.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but it all sort of added up.

You skipped out on dates so you could go out with this other person. When you would become affectionate with him could be a sign of guilt, he read about that online. And the way you wouldn’t see his texts or missed calls when he knew you were on a lunch break, maybe you were seeing someone else. 

Was he a bad boyfriend? He thought that he had become better at this whole relationship stuff, maybe not perfect, but he was getting there. He knew he was hard to deal with, he wished he could be better for you, he really did. He knew he was busy a lot, tired from work, he knew he wasn't the most affectionate guy, but he wanted you, he wanted you so much it hurt.  Keigo thought that you loved him because he really loved you. 

The thought of having to let you go crushed his heart crushed his spirit too. He really did care for you, he knew that you were the one for him, so the thought of you not returning that feeling hurt him.

He flew through the night sky, looking down at the lights of the city. Normally, a sight like this would have made him smile, made him feel like he was on top of the world.

But his wings just felt uncomfortable, the wind blowing through them just increased the feeling. 

He just felt… done. Like the whole world felt heavy to him. Maybe he really was overthinking everything, but he couldn’t help it, he was made to be observant. 

He knew he had a strange habit of over-complicating things, but it was just his nature he supposed. A trained government agent always has to look into the fine details, at least, that's what he was taught. So, with your absence, he found himself becoming more and more paranoid.

He brought it up to his side-kicks and hero friends, and they all said the same thing; he was just being paranoid. They told him that, “sometimes in relationships, things get a little rough, it happens.” But Keigo couldn’t help but hate the whole ordeal.

He sighed, flying faster to his home.

One time, he had tried to follow you on your lunch break. He supposed it was pretty stalkerish, but he was getting desperate. All he needed was reassurance, just to know if you were actually busy or if that had been a bullshit excuse. He told himself it wasn’t a huge deal, he was just making sure you were doing ok.

...ok maybe it was a bit of a breach of privacy.

He had perched himself on top of a building near your workplace. Keigo had made sure that you wouldn’t be able to see him as he followed you, keeping out of sight as best he could.

His initial thought was you would go to a coffee shop, maybe some sort of expensive restaurant if you were meeting someone. 

Yet, to his surprise, he saw you scarf down a sandwich as you entered an animal clinch.

Were you cheating on him with an animal clinch employee?

He wanted to confront you then and there, but from where he was, he didn’t have any reason to.

It looked innocent enough, you were just going to an animal clinch.

He immediately felt guilty. There was no reason for him not to trust you, you had done nothing wrong in this situation. Maybe you really were working overtime and he was just overthinking everything.

He shook his head, sighing, he unfolded his wings and flew off the building he was perched on.

That was a week ago, it was after the third time you stood him up. And now, although he didn’t have any proof of you cheating, he still felt like he had a reason to confront you. He just felt sick of worrying and overthinking everything, and in all honesty, you weren’t helping the situation. Every time he asked you about it, you always came up with some sort of excuse. 

He landed on his balcony with a loud thump, not caring all that much about the noise. 

As he entered his home, he lifted the hem of his shirt off his head, throwing it on the floor unceremoniously. Walking over to the bathroom, he filled a special bowl full of water and made his way back over to the bed.

It was probably a bad idea to preen himself when he was so aggravated like this, but he wanted to do it, his wings felt so uncomfortable. 

His right-wing raised a bit as he sat down, pulling the feathered stump closer to him.

But before he could even graze the feathers with a damp cloth he had, he heard the front door open and close.

Before he had even realized it, he was already zooming down the staircase of his luscious penthouse, knowing full well you were already inside of his home.

“Hi honey,” you slipped your shoes off, not looking at him yet. “How was your day- Oh,” he crossed his arms over his chest, he was sure his expression was one of utmost anger. 

“Where were you,” his tone was irritated, his wings twitched behind him.

“I was working. Baby what's wrong,” he nearly rolled his eyes at your concerned tone.

“Don’t baby me, you stood me up,” he huffed, “again.” 

He didn’t miss the sorry expression that flashed on your face, “Kei, I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve just been so busy lately. I know I haven’t been fair to you, but I’m not doing anything tomorrow! Look I’ll even make dinner for you, ok? Really, Kei, I’m ”

“Y/N,” here it came, “if your gonna break up with me, just do it already

Well, that certainly shocked you (and him if he was being honest). Your whole expression fell into one of confusion, your eyes looked up at him with genuine hurt.

“What? Keigo what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense, why would I want to break up with you?”

“I don’t know Y/N?! Why have you been avoiding me for so long!?”

You sighed, “Is that what this is all about? Well,” you pulled out some sort of form, reaching it out to him, “here, I wanted to surprise you on our anniversary, but I don’t want you to think that I’m doing something dishonest.”

He snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, maybe a bit too harshly. He looked at it and was immediately confused.

It was information on a class about… how to preen birds?

He gave you a confused look, to which you gave him a light smile, “I see how frustrating it is for you to preen them, so I wanted to help out. I saw that I could learn how and thought it would be a cute thing for us to do together.”

He stood in shock for a few moments, letting the guilt wash over him. 

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You chuckled a bit, “Don’t be, it was wrong of me to leave you high and dry on dates, I just had to work overtime in order to get these classes in.”

Now, he felt twice as guilty.

This whole time he had thought you were drifting away from him, and worse, he thought you were cheating on him. He felt sick. His friends were right, he really was overthinking the whole situation. And worst of all, you were working overtime to do something so nice for him, and here he was, yelling at you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. Jesus,” he shook his head, “I’m an idiot. You were off doing something so thoughtful for me, and I was being a prick, yelling at you. I’m sorry honey. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?” 

But you just chuckled, “Keigo, really, it’s ok. I should have at least done something to convince you, or rescheduled our dates. It’s ok honey, don’t feel bad.”

You moved in to give him a hug, which just happened to be the moment you realized his shirt was missing.

“Uh,” he saw your body straighten up, and your face makes a flustered expression, “why is your shirt…”

“Oh, well,” he scratched his feathers nervously, “it’s kinda funny, I was just about to preen my wings. So I have to take off my shirt in order to get the water to the back. Kind of a weird coincidence, huh.”

“Well,” you looked at him, eyes softening, “can I help?”

Keigo was sure his heart had frozen, after a moment or two, he answered, “S-sure.”

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You pulled a stool for him to sit on as you sat down on the bed.

Keigo wasn’t sure why, but he felt so anxious. To tell the truth, he never really had someone preen his wings before. He would always do it himself, it was an annoying effort sometimes, but the commission was very big on him looking good for the public eye.

His wings weren’t super sensitive, but the light touches of your fingers running through them felt like pure heaven to him. The sensation was like having someone giving a message, but… different. It felt nicer, more loving, more slow and nice.

The whole sensation made him shutter.

“Is this ok,” he didn’t miss the anxiety in your tone.

“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly. “Perfect, keep...keep doing that babe.”

The little pulls of his feathers relaxed him more and more, making him seep into the back of the stool he was sitting on.

When you had started to add water to the mix, he didn’t notice his cooing.

“Kei?”

“Hmm,” his mind was so far gone in the relaxation of your hands that he barely registered your voice.

“Are you cooing,” you had to suppress your smirk as his body went rigid, as well as his wings.

“I,” his face was almost as deep red as his wings, “s-sorry.”

You giggled, “Don’t apologize,” you pressed softly into the apex of some of his feathers, “if it feels good, it’s fine if you coo. I won't judge you.”

Softly, he let out a few coos, but he didn’t want to freak you out.

But soon, he realized he couldn’t keep them in, you were just doing so well. 

You moved softly to grab his feather oil, “Uh, so how does this even work? Do I take a few drops and run them through each individual feather or something?”

You’ve seen him preen his wings before, but until recently you had just started to pay attention to how he exactly did them. You had noticed that the oil he used on his feathers gave a shine to the red plumage, but you had noticed he was a bit cautious with the serum.

“O-oh,” you didn’t miss the light stutter and the soft up-take of his voice, “Um, if you want you can just put a few drops in your hand and rake them through. You don’t have to do each one if you don’t want to.”

You thought for a moment, “Alright, I think I’ll just do each feather. I wanna get this right after all.”

And, honest to god, Keigo gulped.

You’ve never seen him this relaxed and yet so tense, you would have thought he was drugged. You would be lying if you didn’t enjoy it though, the way Keigo melted into you, it was weirdly adorable.

“Yeah,” he let out, “yeah ok.”

After that, it was like Keigo could barely talk. 

For a moment, you considered something. When you and Keigo had started to date, you had noticed how he was a bit touch-starved. He craved affection, whether he was aware of this or not, you weren’t sure.

But it made sense, his childhood past, and plus, this was his first real relationship. You wondered if Keigo had ever been shown so decent, honest love before.

Perhaps his bird instincts also played a part in how affectionate he could be. You read once, that when male birds became attached to their mates they tended to get affectionate as well as loving. Plus, some birds preened their mates as a show of love, you wondered if what Keigo was doing was just his way of showing how happy he was with you preening him.

After you were done, Keigo’s head was light and tired. The whole experience for him felt magical, he wasn’t sure why though. He preened himself a bunch of times, why was this the first time he felt this way?

But Keigo’s head couldn’t really process the question at the moment.

“You wanna go to sleep,” you asked, bringing your hands lightly over his shoulders, kissing his forehead.

He let out a small, “Mhm,” as he stood up. You had to help him to his bed because of how wobbly he was.

After you carefully helped him into bed, you turned to go to the bathroom to wash your hands, but Keigo dragged you down.

“No,” he whined softly as you tried to get out of his grip, “cuddles.”

(You couldn’t lie, this had to be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen him do)

He nuzzled into you, his body flushed against yours. 

That’s when you heard it, the little chips. You didn’t say anything, scared that if you did he would stop. You played with his hair as he chirped into your neck, his wings shivered a bit.

You decided to ask him, “Hey, Kei.”

He hummed lightly.

“I’ve never seen you like this, does it have something to do with your bird instincts?”

Keigo thought for a moment, “Maybe,” his voice was light you noticed, “it could be. Kinda just something I experience because that’s what birds do with their...mates.”

You chuckled, running your hands through his wings again, “Maybe it’s because you're also, like, really touch starved.”

“Oh yeah, maybe. I mean,” he looked at you, like a lovesick puppy, “you are my first time in a real relationship.”

You laughed lightly, going back to lightly stroking his hair and feathers.

“Hey Y/N,” Keigo’s voice was tired, and yet, it was soft.

“Yeah honey,” you asked in an equally gooey voice.

He nuzzled in closer to you, giving you a soft, yet deep kiss, “I love you.”

[bb-e3rie]

tysm for ur posts !!

ive been in a huge slump over the past year about manifestation, and as much as i got "lots" of results in a year, i struggled a lot with self concept, persisting, and ignoring my reality until i decided to go on tumblr for manifestation advice and saw u.

i binged all the accounts you would recommend for an hour or two, deleted my subliminal playlists, and started new. i took ur advice to heart, and applied it. everyday, id affirm that id be a master manifester and that i was a powerful human being (even making affirmation wallpapers for me to wake up to yk?)

just 2 days using ur advice etc, i was doing a challenge to not use a mirror at all (i found that the root of my obsessions was mirrors, so i decided to treat the root of it instead of trying to just 'force' remove it) and within 2 days im stunned 😭😭

like here r my results. i can even give some pics to u personally if u want since there are some appearance related ones:

- dropped toxic friends i didnt want to drop b4 (i was clinging to them, i didnt think i deserved more)

- amazing self concept seriously. like everyday life seems so easily natural for whatever reason, and i dont feel like manifesting is a weigh on my shoulders, its just there and ive gotten rid of so many unconscious thoughts and beliefs i didnt even know i had 😭

- manifested a youtuber sharing my post AND over 100likes and nearly 1k views just by affirming and visualizing ONCE while i was showering. this was yesterday. im still stunned bc i visualized someone sharing my post, it getting lots of views n likes AND IT HAPPENED JUST AFTER I GOT OUTSIDE THE SHOWER

- okay this i have pics for btw!! my jawline is 10x sharper, literally. ive been visualizing my df and just generally affirming stuff like "im so pretty i cannot" etc and took pics today of myself and i was unrecognizable almost. my jawline like 2 days ago was NOWHERE close to now. my nose bridge got sm higher as well so now it looks like a perfect s-line as i visualized.

- also despite looking in the mirror every once in a while, taking pics, looking at my view counts etc MY MINDSET DIDNT CHANGE AT ALLLL like if i tried doing this back then id be crying, sobbing, complaining, and generally negative being like "whatd i do wrong" 💀💀 BUT NONO I STILL HAVE THAT MINDSET THAT I HAVE MY MANIFESTATIONS ETC

also THIS WAS IN 2 DAYS. imagine like in a week, month, year.. ilysm and just ty for ur posts atp. ive never seen advice like this ANYWHERE, no matter where i go and bam. im so glad i went here

i’m VERY glad to have helped. this is literally amazing, you accomplished this much in just TWO days. this goes to show that nothing is impossible and that you can manifest in a short amount of time. this past year i’ve been in a slump too as well, but i’ve just recently (almost a week now) stopped being inconsistent, got tired of my own shiet, and just start applying consistently and i’ve seen shifts already, even since the first day! i’m like so glad that my posts helped you and i hope that your success story helps another! and keep up the good work, i can’t even imagine the progress that you’d have made by a month! and congratulations!

[mostly-mundane-atla]

i realize you probably dont care about the upcoming netflix adaptation but the cast pretty much got confirmed and people are talking about it again so, whats your take? are you lookin forward to it or dont care for it?

Usually I wouldn't care about this, and I have said before to please not involve me in discourse i haven't already talked about, but I was going to make this post anyway so

*cracks knuckles*

Alright children, it's come to my attention that some people don't know their etiquette regarding Indigenous peoples and are making themselves look a fool.

First: you are not entitled to anyone's family history under any circumstances, save perhaps them paying you to do a family tree.

There is an aspect of this specific to Native people. I don't know how it works for Native folks in Canada but in the United States, when you are born Native your parents do some paperwork and the Beaureu of Indian Affairs gives you a Certificate of Indian Blood, stating exactly how Native you can be proven to be based on how Native your parents can be proven to be. The Certificate of Indian Blood is often called a pedigree with bitter irony because in essence, that's what it is. We come with papers like fancy show dogs, just instead of it qualifying our "breed" it's qualifying our right to be enrolled in tribal membership.

I keep my pedigree with all my other important documents, like tax information, birth certificate, social security card, that sort of thing. I inherited a total blood degree of 1/4 Eskimo from my mom and thus qualify for tribal membership. Past a certain point, I wouldn't be considered "Native Enough" based on blood alone and i'd have to get a special dispensation to be legally recognized as an Indigenous descendant. It doesn't matter what my tribe or nation's traditional customs regarding kinship and identity were, by United States law, I could be declared "Not Native Enough" no matter my connection to my culture, no matter how accepted I was by my Native family. Kinda fucked up, isn't it?

Oh, and the Beaureu of Indian Affairs is part of the US government. They ran the schools where kids got beat for not speaking English. We have to tell them we are members of this marginalized group that seems to keep demanding safe drinking water and the right to not be kicked out of our homes at the expense of oil companies if we want access to healthcare and scholarships we may not otherwise have access to because of our "unique situation" (systemic disadvantage). This marginalized group that faces police brutality and wrongful arrests for peacefully protesting our right to live in the few places we have been allowed to live. So if the US government decides Native people are a problem, they have a registry of us. Kinda fucked up, don't you think?

So with that all in mind, do you see how uncouth and just plain nasty it is to demand proof of someone being "Native Enough" or "The Right Kind of Native"? If some freak tries to dig up this info and he's more mixed than some have deemed acceptable (so 1/4 or less) or god forbid doesn't even have his papers or tribal membership for any reason (justified paranoia, clerical error, any degree of negligence on the parents' part) he gets to look forward to being treated even more like a pretendian than the fans have already seen fit to treat him as. How fun.

Every day I wake up I am made to remember that I'll never look "Native Enough" to a huge swath of people who may not have even talked to one of us face-to-face. And it's only a matter of time before one of them sends me a message, written to sound like they're crawling on their belly because they have nothing but respect for "Real Natives" but if they saw me in the regalia my older cousin in Nome made for me so I could graduate high school in regalia, they'd throw a fit. If they saw me after I eventually get my tavlaģun, all pale skinned and blue-eyed, they'd treat me as a study in cultural appropriation, as if i'm not trying to learn whatever variation of my ancestral tongue I can get my hands on.

I can totally understand why he or anyone else might have thought it was better not to specify. Like my first reaction (and this isn't necessarily correct nor something i'm proud of, just the first thing that came to my mind) to seeing Katara was cast as that Mohawk girl from Anne with an E was "they couldn't even get a real eskimo?" I'm guessing others felt similarly. If he didn't wanna deal with that, I can't blame him.

If you think he doesn't look brown enough to convincingly play someone native to the tundra, i recommend the following: go on youtube, look up "inupiaq" and watch at least five of the videos that come up to see how varied we are.

Don't watch this live action adaptation if you don't want to, but if you refuse on the grounds of "the actor's not native enough :/" and go on to ignore actual Native media, that's some performative shit if I've ever seen it. Seriously, how many of the people complaining have watched Smoke Signals? Dance Me Outside? On the Ice? How many were hyped over Reservation Dogs (first two episodes are on Hulu as I'm writing this post)?

Anyway, I'm tired. I'm probably not gonna watch the live action series, but that has nothing to do with Sokka's actor not being "brown enough" to be seen as one of the red and brown. I'll finish off this post with a 1491s video so everyone can get a taste of Native media and maybe elevate it more than discourse over who gets to play a Fantasy Eskimo who was originally written and played by white guys with no Actual Eskimo input:

[marrys-dream-world]

Imposter

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Summary:  Adrien's mother is kind and sweet and loving. The only problem is that it isn't her at all.

Notes: This is based off on this post by @infinitysgrace and a post athat I can’t find anymore, but was about how Emilie’s eye color could be wrong in the wishmaker flashback because it wasn’t her, it was a sentimonster. I took some liberties with sentimonster lore because I’m not 100% sure about all that, but I think it turned out well. 

One of Adrien’s earliest memories is of crying. 

He was young, perhaps three or four, and his room was blurry through his tears. When he grew older, he would get used to his father’s insistence that a night light was coddling Adrien, but at the moment, all he knew was the darkness surrounding him. The room was too big and his bed was in the middle of it, the light from the huge windows playing shadows that tricked his eyes. So he started crying, hoping it would call his parent’s attention and that they would come to him.

(When he grew older, he would learn that crying was useless.)

He felt more than saw his mother coming in, leaving the door open in a crack of light. Her arms wrap around him and she hums soothingly, the sound filling up his chest. She’s warm and smells sweet, like her favorite lavender perfume. He sinks into her, tears drying and sobs reducing to whines. He has tired himself out with that and would probably fall asleep even if left alone, but his mother doesn’t leave. She tucks him in and stays as his eyes close.

The last thing he sees are her wide blue eyes. 

-

Both his parents have drastic mood changes, but Adrien would say that his mother is the most prominent example of this. His father is usually just stoic and, if Adrien pushes him enough, gets annoyed with him. At worst, he’ll get angry and rage at Adrien, calmed down only by his mother’s calm words as she diverts his attention so Adrien can get away. His mother, though, always feels like whiplash.

“Why can’t I go with you?” Adrien, aged seven, asks his mother. He’s sitting on her bed as she packs her bag for another trip with his father. He stopped keeping count of them after the fifth. 

“You’re too young, baby.” She said and even the pet name didn’t stop the sting from her dismissive tone. “Next time, okay?”

He bits back a ‘you said that last time, too’. 

“But I’m already- “

“Adrien.” His mother chides, frowning. Her (disappointed) green eyes held him down. “I said you could stay here with me if you weren't going to be disruptive. Can’t you behave, just this once?”

He swallows back a lump in his throat. “I-I’m sorry, mother.”

But she already turned her back to him and packed the rest of her bag in silence. His mother leaves out her customary goodbye kiss when she leaves for the trip. He isn’t allowed downstairs to see them go and Nathalie insists it isn't a punishment, even though it feels like it. Adrien mopes in his room, not feeling up to enjoy his free day, no tutors or photoshoots, when all he can think about is his mother.

That’s why he’s taken back when she walks in his room.

“Mother?” He gaps, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought you left. Aren’t you going to miss your trip?!”

“I changed my mind, Adrien. Your father and I decided that the trip would be more productive with just him.” She said, eyes warm. Adrien always thought it was beautiful how her eyes could look blue or green, depending on the light. 

“But why?” He asked. She had been so excited for the trip!

“To stay with my precious son, of course.” His mother said, taking him into her arms.

All his questions evaporated right then and there. 

-

After their last trip, his parents decided to take a break from traveling. To network, his father informed him, which meant more boring family dinners and stiff ties. His mom always tuts when he complains about it, so he stays silent this time. At least it’s a dinner with Chloé, his best friend, and her family, so he and her are really only required to have dinner and then they can go off and play in the hotel rooms. 

“Arnold- “ Mrs. Bourgeois starts during dinner, before being nervously corrected by her husband.

“It’s Adrien, dear.”

“Oh right, Adrien. You grew up really well, you look more like your mother everyday.” Other people say it gushing, followed by a ‘so cute’ and pinches to the cheek. Mrs. Bourgeois says it like it’s a fact she approves of; Chloé even copies the small nod her mother makes. “You have her eyes.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but I don’t think so.” He says as politely as he can, but everyone in the table still throws him confused glances.

“You don’t think you look like your mother?” His father asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adrien shook his head. “No, I just don’t think I have her eyes. Mother’s eyes are blue and green and mine are just green.”

The Bourgeois family looks at him like he grew a second head. His parents, however, become tense all of sudden.

“Emilie, Gabriel, I think your son might be colorblind.” Mrs. Bourgeois says dryly and Adrien waits for his parents to come to his defense. They don’t. 

“Maybe. You know how children are.” His mother says, lightly. “I love your hat, Audrey. Is it new?”

The topic changes to Audrey’s new fashion exploits and Adrien and Chloé are finally allowed to go play. 

(Nathalie takes him to an eye doctor Mr. Bourgeois recommended the next day. The colorblind tests come back as negative.)

-

At age eight, Adrien was already used to working on fashion shows for his father’s brand. It didn’t make them easier to go through, however. 

It’s a summer one, this time, and his clothes are light and airy and his skin felt itchy and hot in the air conditioned cat walk. Looking at the bright lights around him hurt and the camera felt like it was looking uncomfortably deep into his soul. Was it too obvious that he wanted to run away? The crowd claps everytime he comes and everyone is smiling. Except for his father. 

After the show, his father spends the rest of the ride in silence as his mother tries to defuse the heavy tension that permeated the air with small talk and gushing compliments about the clothes and Adrien’s performance. It falls flat as she hardly looks like she’s up for talking, dark shadows under her eyes and skin paler than usual. Whenever Adrien asks her if she’s sick, she denies. As soon as they arrive home, he drags Adrien from the car towards the house, grip strong on his left upper arm. 

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me in front of everyone, Adrien?” His father asked calmly, but his hand tightened on his arm. 

Adrien couldn’t speak. It felt like it was happening to someone else, his mind weirdly detached from the situation. The only thing stopping him from floating away was the pain in his arm. 

“That’s enough, Gabriel.” He heard his mother, voice muffled. It felt like he was underwater in the pool and she was speaking from far away. Her hand, though, he felt acutely as she extricated his father’s hand from his arm. “Adrien, go, please.”

He runs away without second thought, only pausing guiltily at leaving his mother with his irate father when he starts hearing his father’s screaming. Adrien hides under the blankets in his room, heart racing long after the noise stops as he tries to focus his mind into anything else. He startles when he feels a hand touching his blanket cocoon. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby.” He hears his mother’s voice and frantically tears his blanket away. 

Adrien relaxes as he looks into her wide blue eyes and comforting smile, trying to leap for a hug. She stops him. 

“Let me see your arm first.” She says and he reluctantly takes off his jacket, wincing. The bruise on his arm doesn’t look pretty, so it’s for the best that he doesn’t go out much after fashion shows. “I can’t believe I let you get hurt.”

Her tone is soft and she looks, weirdly enough, genuinely confused as she touches the bruise on his arm and coos in apology as he flinches. 

“Father is just stressed.” Adrien parrots back his mother’s usual spiel after his dad does something less than exemplary. “It’s just how she is, it’s okay.”

"It 's not okay.” His mother says right away. “I’m supposed to not let anything hurt you, Adrien.” 

She says that with such a passion that he can believe she actually means it. But instead of the elation he expected when he heard it, all he felt was a surge of anger. Because why now? After all those moments when she scolded him for avoiding his father or not looking him in the eye, why now?

“There isn’t anything we can do about it, is there?.” He snaps, echoing her words to him from what felt like yesterday. 

She deflated. “I’m sorry. There isn’t.”

-

His father went away from a trip again and his mother, once again, decided to stay. 

Spending time with his mother during father’s trip was great, especially since she was in such a good mood and looking much healthier than she did these days. She lets him have an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert as soon as Nathalie turns her back on them, she spends the whole day playing with him in the garder, she helps with his homework and makes him a snack between classes. They play the piano together, making up different tunes and giggling. 

“Don’t I have to practice this?” He asked, pointing to the sheets of the classical song he was supposed to learn. 

His mother wrinkled her nose.

“You already work too hard, Adrien, it’s nice to have some fun once in a while.” She said, twisting her wedding ring on her finger. She usually didn’t wear it when spending time with him, only when she spent time with father, so it caught his attention. “Besides, nobody has to know.” 

They watch a movie he picked that night. His mother rarely did that and when she did, she was very picky about it. Artist stuff, he supposed. This time he got to choose, though, and he picked on based on a manga he liked, Astroboy. His mother seemed excited in the beginning, but her mood quickly subdued as the movie went on. 

“Are you not liking it?” He whispered to her and she shook her head.

“I am, baby, don’t worry. Are you?”

“Yeah. It's not really like the manga, but I like it.” He said. “I just think it’s a little unfair, you know. How he doesn’t know he isn’t really the scientist’s son, that he’s just a robot.”

His mother’s arms tighten around him. “I don’t think it’s unfair.”

“Really?” Adrien watched as the images from the screen played on his mother’s blue eyes.

“Really.” She repeated. “Him knowing would be crueler.”

-

At age ten, Adrien is awakened on a rainy night by his mother shaking him.

It was the night his father was supposed to come back from a trip and he had spent a fun day with his mother, studying and playing (“You need both to be a healthy boy, Adrien!” She grinned at him and he beamed back at her). His mother had looked a little skittish earlier, looking over her shoulder often only to just find Natahalie and fidgeting with the ring on her hand, that she usually wore every time his father was traveling. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong and insisted she hadn’t been sick. Nevertheless, he worried. 

“Mother, what’s wrong?” He asked, sleepiness fading away as he noticed how frantic she looked. 

“Adrien, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Every moment I’ve been conscious, it’s been on my mind. Can you trust me?” She asked him, stroking his head with the hand that wore her wedding ring, and he nodded. “I need you to pack a small bag and come with me, okay? We’re going on a trip, just you and me.”

“A trip?” It was all he ever wanted, but the look in his mother’s blue eyes made him hesitate. “Is everything okay?”

“No, baby.” She said, kissing the top of his head. “But it will be. Hurry up, I need you to pack while I handle some things. Meet me downstairs in five minutes, okay?”

With anyone else, even his father, he would have asked more questions. This was his beloved mother, though, so he just got up and started to pack his clothes and some of his stuff that he couldn’t do a few days without. He carefully closed his door, running down the stair and to his mother by the door. She looked damp, her outfit changed and an umbrella hanging by her feet along with some bags. 

“Adrien?” She asked, turning her green eyes to him. In her left hand, she held her wedding ring.

“Mother? Are you okay?” He asked, noting how much paler and shakier she looked than when he saw her upstairs. 

“Yes, of course.” His mother said as she put her wedding ring back on. “Whatever I said to you upstairs, forget it, okay?”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t know what I was saying.” She said, eyes staring straight at her ring. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. Go back to bed, baby. Your father is back earlier than expected and he won’t like to see you up so late. ”

He nodded, unwilling to argue, and took his bag back with him to his room. His mother suddenly acting weird and standoffish wasn’t anything new, it was fine. She would go back to being his sweet, kind mother soon enough. He was sure of it. 

(She never did.)

[atinysunbaby]

Hi there 💖 I saw your first kiss whit Ateez post and they are uwu ... could you write a reaction to Ateez when his crush kisses him on the cheek (because he thinks he is cute or when he does something cute and muack) I hope he understands and if orders are closed ignore me ☺️

⏳Ateez when their crush kisses them on the cheek⏳

💖Park Seonghwa💖

Anyone with eyes can tell Seonghwa has a huge crush on you. His way of behaving around you and his change in comportment.

It's like he becomes someone else. It isn't a bad thing, on the contrary. He's a softie in your presence.

You calm him and he can't help but to act cute all the time. Always proposing to help you or get you anything.

When he gets your attention, he loves it. The problem is, he gets really shy. Avoiding you, it confuses everyone.

You have enough of that, whenever you try to get closer to him he pushes you away.

But not this time. You're sitting right next to him. You grab his neck from the side and peck his cheek.

When you let go, his head turn to you. His eyes are big and his mouth opens and close repeatedly.

You smile and ruffle his hair before turning your attention to your cellphone once again.

Seonghwa looks at you with a fluttering heart and his cheeks burning.

One thing is sure, he'll think of this moment for a long while.

💙Kim Hongjoong💙

Pretends he isn't interested one bit. When you talk with him or spend time together he ignores you.

You think it's because he got tired of you. Your heart feels heavy and you feel like crying when he's being like this.

You can't think of a reason of why it became like this.

You finally break down in front of him when he speaks harshly to you.

But when he sees the tears living your eyes, his whole act breaks down.

He takes your face in his hands and wipes your tears while reassuring you softly.

After calming you a bit, he explains to you why he was behaving like an asshole. He tells you about his crush, he likes you.

Seeing the sadness on his face you sigh and place a kiss on his cheek.

His breath gets caught in his throat and the look on his face is priceless.

You both start laughing before he leans in to give you one as well.

💛Jeong Yunho💛

Yunho's crush always as been a secret. He likes you since the first time you met.

You're bestfriends and he never said anything in fear of losing you forever.

He prefers to keep you at his side, instead of never being able to see you again.

He gets hurt pretty often, especially when you flirt with his friends. Right in front of him.

They don't know either, until Yunho cam't take it anymore and tell them everything.

Immediately he gets encouraged to confess to you. He's all confident, but when he sees you, he backs down.

A certain Choi San can't stand to see his friend in so much pain. So, he spills some information to you. Being a little vague, but enough for you to understand.

The next time you see Yunho. You greet him with a kiss on the cheek. You act like nothing happened after, but still watch his reaction.

You laugh quietly, seeing the huge grin on his face.

💜Kang Yeosang💜

Yeosang's brain malfunctions in your presence, but only since he started to develop feelings for you.

You notice, obviously. He's stuttering or his breath gets quicker and louder. He tries to distance himself from you when you're too close for his heart to take.

You're pretty touchy, especially with him. He's just so cute that you can't keep your hands to yourself.

At first he never had that much of reactions, but now he gets all shy and quiet.

When he whines, complaining to Wooyoung about not leaving him any chicken. His pout and cute little frown makes you coo.

You surprise him when you suddenly put both your hands on his cheeks. Squishing his face before quickly pressing a kiss on one of them.

He hides his face in his hands, completely flustered by your actions. Wooyoung's laugh in the back, making his face become redder by the second.

🖤Choi San🖤

San's full of cuteness. He can be sexy too of course. Acting differently depending on his mood.

But most of the time he's a cutie. Without knowing how he's behaving, it comes naturaly for him.

The boys invite you to their dorm for a movie marathon. You wouldn't wanna miss it and agree.

You enter after knocking. Slowly walking to the leaving room.

The sight is enough to make your heart melt.

The others are chatting in the kitchen, greeting you quickly before turning their attention back to their conversation.

While you're met, with a soft looking San, cuddling a plushie. His cheek squished against the fabric. His lips pouting and his eyes closing on their own from fatigue.

You knee down in front of him, your hand caressing his hair. He lets out a cute noise of satisfaction.

Not being able to resist all the cuteness, you peck his cheek with pure adoration.

When he opens his eyes from shock, you laugh quietly and place another one on his forehead.

The look on the other boys' face are filled with proudness and happiness.

💚Song Mingi💚

Mingi always gives his all to you. You never bothered to do anything about it. Thinking it was his usual personality.

Until you hear a few of his friends talking about how clingy Mingi is with you and how they're kinda jealous not to get this much attention from him.

You're confused at first, wondering why he'd act like that only around you.

But you quickly realise the exact reason when a guy starts flirting with you. Mingi's reaction to it is, pretty obvious.

He's being quite rude to him and drags you away right when you're done talking.

You ask him why he did that and he answers that he just didn't like that guy.

You roll your eyes, grabbing his chin with your fingers. One of your eyebrows raised, quietly waiting for a better answer.

When you get none. You sigh and lean your face closer to his. He seems flustered, but doesn't dare moving from his spot.

You whisper to him that you have a crush. He seems hurt for a second.

That is, until he feels your lips against his cheek. He smiles happily and you laugh before hugging his tall frame.

❤Jung Wooyoung❤

Your friend invites you to a party. You end up in a game of truth or dare with a bunch of people.

You know most of them, but there's a few faces you don't recognize.

Quietly while the game progresses, your friend tells you about the people you don't know.

She subtly points to a few guys, but only one gets your attention completely. His name's Wooyoung.

First time you see him, but he looks a bit familiar. You can't tell from where though.

After the small introduction, comes your turn to get asked. Truth or dare?

You pick dare, deciding to take some risks. You get dared to kiss on the cheek the person you find the most attractive in the room.

You get up from your seat and approach that guy. Wooyoung. He seems pretty flustered and you can't help but notice one of his friends nudging his sides playfully.

You lean down making eye contact with him before pressing your lips against the soft skin of his face.

When you go back to sit, unfortunately you miss the smile appearing on his face. It disappears just as fast, not wanting anyone to know about his crush.

🧡Choi Jongho🧡

Jongho's never had a crush before, so he doesn't know how it feels either.

But he's always had weird feelings when he's with you.

You make him feel nervous and shy but most importantly, happy. He gets confused a lot and can't tell if it's a good or bad feeling.

He decides to ask you in case you'd know what's happening with him.

When he asks to talk to you with the most serious expression you've ever seen him with, you feel a bit scared.

But it goes away completely as the words leave his mouth. You're face is getting red and you avoid his gaze.

He lifts your chin with his hand tilting his head, waiting for you to explain.

You think for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.

As soon as you're done explaining, Jongho's face his blank. You nervously wait for him to say something.

Then he suddenly gets all shy, hiding behind his hands.

You take them away before slowly leaning to his face. Kissing his cheek sweetly.

[sadlysoulx]

Haikyuu boys going to IKEA with you

Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma, Atsumu and Tsukishima

I know, I know the idea is so random but my head is full of ideas so please do enjoy😩💓 Go Stan the double post 😏😏😏 i need to post a lot bcoz I need to make over those 2 weeks when I haven't post

📜REQUESTS' ALWAYS OPEN📜

⚠️ Warning⚠️: not proofread

Bokuto

This guy has a weird case of touching anything and everything when the two of you pass by the shelves.💀💀💀

He always picks up those Ikea stuff- toys and bring them around while holding onto you.😩💖

But then he drops them sometimes because he's complaining about how they smelled like drools💀💀💀

Please he joins the other kids play in that one playground when you stopped by to eat😭😭😭

You have to feed him.

when stops playing, he comes over to you to open his mouth wide, letting you feed him and then return to play with the other kids.

He likes those kiddie meals where nuggets and french fries where placed in a colored plate.

Bo complained that he wants his plate yellow but instead he got purple😬😬😬

You returned back to stroll in Ikea, checking out the furnitures.

He likes that area in Ikea where there is full of lamps and light bulbs.

Bokuto keeps playing with the switches, continuously trying them and turning them on and off and on and off and on and off until he breaks one😃

He nervously walks up to you and said and I quote "Baby, let's go I need to go to the toilet,"

You suspiciously nodded and made him go to the toilet.

Once he got out, he said that he's tired and wants to go home.

He doesn't want to return to IKEA for a whole month, thinking he will get arrested if someone recognized him as the guy who broke the bulbs.🙂

Kuroo

I swear Bokuto and Kuroo share the same brain😭😭😭

Kuroo also touches everything he sees and picks it up and puts it in the cart😩

BASICALLY BUYING THE WHOLE STORE

He is the type to borrow a pillow in Ikea, hop in the cart and sit in there while you struggle to push the cart because of his hefty weight.

he collects Ikea pencils and paper rulers😭😭😭

Like everytime he saw one of those pencil and ruler stalls he walks over and take a other batch of those.

Kuroo likes to play hide and seek in Ikea😬

Like really, you were getting worried where he went and then suddenly he pops out infront of you scaring you to death.

When he sees those books displayed in the house models, he tries to read them and complains why are they in a different language or why r they blank😭😭😭

He likes the area where there are full of chairs.

Kuroo keeps on sitting on them and then spinning and spinning around.

(I swear why is the fandom making him like a Playboy and badboy. . . He is the hugest dork❤️)

When it's lunch, he likes to get a lot of those butter in small platic containers, saying how much he liked them☹️💓

He also gets those jams and takes a lot because he said:

"it's free so why not take many?"

Btw,like Bokuto, he likes those kiddie meals, where you are given a colored plastic plate filled with nuggets and french fries.

He doesn't want to go home and it takes a full hour to make him convince to go in the car.

Kenma

He doesn't want to go out until you made him dress up and shove him into the car.

He was all grumpy grumpy

But then he actually had fun😃👍

Kenma likes to throw himself on the couches and beds until you have to drag him out of it.

Please he likes that area where there is full of kitchen tools✋😭

He would pick up a weird looking tool and try to figure out how to use it😖

Until he used it wrong and a screw hit his eye😭😭😭

Mood😃

Mood😃

Mood😃

When you were in the bedroom section, he likes those double decks displayed

He curses at the people who ever put up those plastic stuff on the ladder to keep people from trying to get to the top👁️👄👁️

You see those yellow banners hanging from the wall where the prices are labeled?? Yeah that

He likes to jump and hit those with the tip of his fingers

And when he successfully did, he looks at you with a smug face look on his face.

He likes to impress you so husshh🤭

When lunch rolls by, he likes holding the food cart for you, for some reason it excites him when he controls the food cart👍

He always asks you what you want and that not to worry, he'll pay for it.

Kenma also likes those free butter in little containers because they taste good👅

Anywayss he likes the soups served in Ikea 🥣 (I did too, they r just tasty)

In the end, he enjoyed the day in Ikea with you✌️

I mean duuuuh reader-senpai is just irresistible✨

Atsumu

He was actually the one who dragged you in Ikea

Please he would pick up weird things and try to figure what is it for but then ending up hurting himself😭😭😭

(I mean c'mon when I was in Ikea there r a lot of weird things, and when I tried them, I ended up hurting myself💀)

He likes those small wooden kitchen toys for kids placed in the house model

'Tsumu would play for a while with that kitchen by himself.

He would also talk to himself as he cook a plastic egg✨

You: 👁️👄👁️

Atsumu: ✌️😗🍳

Everyone: 😕

Hotel: Trivago

You had to drag him away from the kitchen toy stall.

Atsumu really really likes to collect Ikea magazines, even tho you have one at home, he would still insist on getting 2 or 3 more

One time, he picked up a plastic flower from outdoor/garden area, placed it between his teeth and playfully flirted with you.

He took it out and gave the flower to you🌻(it's those ridiculously huge ones)

But then he snatch it back and out it on the rightful place saying:

"oh you want it? Buy it yourself,"

You spanked him with the broom beside you.

When it's lunch, he is ✨fancy✨

So he takes mushrooms, mashed potatoes, meat with some sauce in it.

💅💅💅

It was night time when you both went home.

What do you expect?😕

Tsukishima

Ohmaigawshhh, I don't want to be biased here and have favorites but here we go🤩

He wants to stay in the parking lot and make you go alone💀💀💀

But then he insists to go when you said "Huh? Fine! But what if a man asks my number and still insists 'coz he doesn't see my boyfriend around?"

He is just like a lost baby but in a tall boy's body, you have it hold his hand and drag him around.💀💀💀

When you stopped by to check something, he doesn't know what to do and stands there clueless like🕴️🕴️🕴️

Tsukishima really throws a tantrum saying he's tired and want to rest.

But reader-senpai needs to shop💅

He actually shuts up when you gave him an Ikea dinosaur plushie, so he's hugging it with his one arm and the other holding onto you hand.

The boi is so bored so he randomly glares at teenagers passing by😾😾😾

When you were in the bedroom section, things went out of control 😔😔😔

He was getting lazy to walk around the rest of the Ikea passage way so he keeps on laying down the beds.

But when you finally got him up, he would lay down again on another bed💀💀💀

He finally decided to listen to you and walk again (thank God 😌)

Saltyshima was so desperate to escape, he went out the emergency door and pushed it open

But when he did, the alarms went off🚨💀 (inspired by Jungkook)

He got real scared and ran back to you, hugging the dino plushie.

You were laughing your head off😭😭😭

You decided to eat lunch and you know he is a 👑Royal👑 so eats fancy foods like Atsumu.

And yeah btw, you ended up buying the plushie for him because he won't stop getting salty about it.

But he shyly said thank you atleast¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oof that was really long to writeಠ_ಠ

But I had fun bcoz I can literally imagine them doing all of those stuff, let me know if you want to have part 2 c:

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disappointment - peter maximoff

i’ve yet again lost my ability to write :D anyway here you go lovelies <3 idek know what this is tbh i just had to post something (it’s not good im sorry I seriously hate this omg anyway im going)

word count: 2k

warnings: senseless angst, WandaVision spoilers, swearing

comments are appreciated <3

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“Are you nervous about the mission tomorrow? ‘Cus I am.” Peter’s voice sounded beside your ear. His head was tucked between your neck and shoulder while his chest was pressed flush against your back, his arms wound tightly around your middle.

With a tired yawn, you rubbed your boyfriend’s forearm soothingly. It was late and you were half asleep but you’d been dating Peter long enough to know that he could never sleep if there was something on his mind. “You’re not even going on the mission tomorrow, baby. Why’re you nervous?” You lazily played with his fingers, stopping them from anxiously drumming against your stomach, as you slurred your words sleepily.

Peter let out a heavy sigh and hid his face against your neck, pecking the skin softly with his lips as he did, “I’m not going, but you are. M’worried about you…”

His confession caused your eyes to flutter open.

Peter Maximoff had the biggest heart of anyone you’ve ever met. He loved hard but he worried harder. So when you heard the slight shake in his raspy voice, you twisted in his grip to face him.

His lips were turned downwards, as were his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“Pete…” You whispered, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. “I’m gonna be okay. Raven and Charles will be with me the whole time, we’ll be in and out. I promise.” You pressed your lips against his quickly before pulling away to look at him, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, his hands holding you tightly against him still.

“I just don’t get why Charles won’t let me come.” He complained with a childish pout.

You let out a quiet laugh before tugging Peter’s head down slightly so his forehead could rest against yours, “We really need this mutant on our side, Pete. Charles insisted that only X-Men with the “powers of persuasion” are going.” You explained, making air quotes despite the fact he couldn’t see them.

With another light kiss you continued, “And hey, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Peter scoffed at that, scrunching his nose up in distaste, “He could blast the only woman I’ve ever loved into a different dimension.” He grumbled, rubbing his nose against yours.

His worry wasn’t exactly misplaced. There’d been a group of mutants on a warpath lately, one of the group slightly friendlier than the others, albeit, still highly malicious. The man in question had the ability to open portals to other realities, and he’d been using said ability to get rid of anyone who stood in his way.

Charles thought he’d be an asset, Raven thought he should be taken out of the picture and you thought the man was more than just a lackey, like he let on.

So Peter, as much as he liked to overthink, was definitely onto something. There was a huge possibility that, if anyone was going to get blasted into another reality on tomorrow’s mission, it was probably going to be you.

Your mutation was mind control, you could make anyone do anything just by saying the words. Charles’ tactic was to try persuade the mutant and if that failed, yourself and Raven would be brought in to manipulate his decision.

“That won’t happen.” You tried to reassure him, letting your hands run through his hair but Peter remained on edge.

“But what if-“ He started but you cut him off with a gentle tug on his silver hair.

“No buts. I’m gonna go on this mission, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass but it’s gonna be fine. I’m going to come home with not even a scratch on me. Then I’ll find you and you’ll kiss me and welcome me home like you always do.” You rattled off the usual post-mission routine with a fond smile across your lips.

Peter let out a defeated sigh, a smile of his own beginning to form as you placed lazy kisses against his jaw.

“Fine. I believe you. But if you don’t come back I’m gonna be seriously pissed.” He jostled your body, chuckling happily when you let out an airy giggle against his neck. “Don’t go getting any ideas, sweetheart. Even going to a different reality won’t get rid of me.”

You continued placing short kisses against his neck and jaw until you worked your way back up to his pink lips, you ghosted over them with your own, only barely pressing them down and pulling a whine from Peter when you pulled away to look at him with a teasing grin.

“So say your lovely girlfriend does get sent to an alternate reality… would you follow?” Within a second of your question, Peter had flipped your positions so that your back was against the mattress and the man in question was hovering on top of you with a cheeky grin.

“Sweet cheeks, I’d follow you anywhere.” He told you and you giggled at the stupid pet name before pulling him down to kiss you.

Your eyes fluttering shut as you murmured against his lips, “I love you, idiot.”

Softly, Peter tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too.

*

It was safe to say that the mission was a complete failure. As you’d thought, the mutant Charles wanted to befriend turned out to have plans of his own, one of those plans being to throw you head first into a different dimension, apparently.

As much as it pained you to admit; Peter was right.

Fuck, he was probably going out of his mind with worry. You kicked yourself internally, not believing that you’d actually been careless enough to get caught out by the burly mutant. Not that it was entirely your fault, now that you thought about it actually, it was pretty much entirely Charles’ fault for doing his usual; not listening to you. You warned him it wouldn’t work, yet he sent you in anyway. If he didn’t find a way to get you home soon you’d… well, you weren’t really sure what you’d do. Probably find Peter and tell him you love him then go kick Charles’ ass.

Dreams of giving your professor the biggest telling off of his life came to a crashing halt when you took in your new surroundings. It seemed you’d been regurgated out in the middle of some run down town, if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you were still in your own reality, but unfortunately, you did know better.

There was something wrong, or if not already, something was about to go very wrong in the little town. You could feel it. Someone very powerful was about to lose control of themselves. You couldn’t exactly tell the future but you had something of a disaster radar that told you when shit was about to hit the fan.

With nothing else to do, you decided to follow the feeling as it led you to a red car.

Noticing a woman in the driver’s seat, you approached cautiously. When she noticed you walking towards her she rolled down the passenger side window, looking at you with a questioning gaze.

“Sorry to intrude,” You told her genuinely, “It’s just I thought that maybe someone needed help.” You bet around the bush slightly, you knew it was the redhead in front of you that needed help but it wasn’t in your nature to use your powers to demand someone to spill their souls to you.

When her eyes lit up red, you didn’t startle. The feeling of someone poking around your thoughts wasn’t a new sensation to you, Charles seldom knew when to mind his own business, so the fact that the woman before you was reading your mind hardly phased you.

“I’ve got abilities too.” You told her with a small smile before going on, her eyes back to normal and her form more relaxed.

She nodded in understanding, “You’re very far from home, no?” Her tone was sympathetic and you let out a humourless laugh.

“That might be an understatement. Pretty morbid thinking I’ll probably never find my way home.” It was only when you spoke the words that it really hit you that the chances of returning home were slim to none. You’d probably never see the love of your life again, you’d probably have to wave goodbye to any possibility of having a future with your speedster.

Catching onto your miserable train of thought, Wanda leaned over and opened the passenger door for you, motioning for you to get in. Gratefully, you took the stranger up on her offer.

“I’ve lost everything too.” She confessed and you weren’t sure why but you felt the need to comfort her, once again following your instincts, you squeezed her hand and to your surprise, she reciprocated the action.

“My name is Wanda, by the way.” She introduced herself and you responded with a kind smile.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

With a deep breath, Wanda squeezed your hand one last time, then turned to face you. “I have to do something. Will you wait here until I come back? I believe we could be of some help to each other.”

“Of course. Take your time, I’ll wait for as long as you need.” You promised her. Watching as she took another shaky breath and got out of the car and made her way towards the foundation of a house.

After about a minute, Wanda fell to her knees. And then you saw nothing but scarlet.

*

Life in WestView was good. Sure, there were some holes in your memory, but other than that, things were good.

You had a nice house, right next to Wanda’s, your hair seemed to style itself most of the time and the nightmares that plagued you were hardly ever your own. Things were fine.

Being blissfully ignorant was good enough for you for a number of days, until a familiar face caused all of your hopes of living happily unaware to crumble to the ground.

You’d been over at Wanda and Visions house for dinner when he’d knocked on the door. Standing on Wanda’s front porch was the one and only, Peter Maximoff. Your Peter. The person you loved the most and your ticket home.

The second his brown eyes locked on yours you’d been so sure. You would’ve bet your life that the person playing Wanda’s twin was Peter.

Perhaps your fatal flaw was wishful thinking as the hope of your love coming to rescue you, however romantic, was naive.

It hit you like a freight train, that realisation. You were truly and completely alone, for when WestView fell it took all of your hope with it.

He wasn’t Peter and he never had been. Sure, he had his face, his body, his personality and even his superspeed… but he wasn’t him.

When you’d uncovered his true identity with Monica, a part of you shattered on the spot. A familiar, decolate feeling washed over you in the moment and you weren’t sure if you’d even bother to carry on.

It was the kind of gut wrenching feeling of being so disappointed to the point where it physically hurt. It was the pain of truly accepting that he hadn’t actually followed you into another reality, that maybe your love wasn’t strong enough to warrent a visit to another reality and it was the pain of knowing that his life would go on without you.

The X-Men would encourage him to move on and, you had a fair idea of how it would go, he’d fight them relentlessly but eventually he’d cave, he’d let Jean set him up on a date and then he’d go from there, however reluctantly.

And you? You’d simply be a name lost in time. The one they think about, from time to time. You’d be spared nothing more than, “I wonder how she’s doing’ or ‘whatever happened to that girl? Remember the one?”, but life would go on without you.

That sting, you knew, would never leave you. As hope was dangerous and unreliable and painful you made yourself a promise, you wouldn’t hold out for a knight in shining armour to come rescue you. All you could do now was find a way to live. By yourself.

PART 2

[collecting-stories]

Naps - Luke Patterson

Request: Hey!! Could you do “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.” with Luke?? 🥰🥰

A/N: I wrote this and then I wrote a second version 😭😭 so I answered this ask twice technically. 

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Good girlfriend status dictated that you should’ve been sitting at the bar or standing right in the front watching your boyfriend and his band rehearse for the show they were playing at the hole-in-the-wall venue they had booked for the first show of their California tour. It wasn’t that you weren’t proud of them or that you didn’t scream all the lyrics to their songs until your throat went hoarse every time you saw them perform live. It was really just that you were running late. Really, really late. But Stanford wasn’t going to let you out of an interview with the Dean of Admissions because your boyfriend was playing a show two hours away and you didn’t want to drive in the dark.  

So you were forced to show up late to soundcheck, flashing the backstage pass that Luke had given you the day before, and walking backstage to where their stuff was set-up. Or more accurately, where they had dumped their backpacks when they first came in. You could hear them rehearsing, the opening chords of Late Last Night, their closer, echoing in the back hall as you dropped your bag next to Luke’s and dropped onto the couch. It was probably weird to say that the sounds of 90’s rock music lulled you to sleep but it was true. Maybe it was just Luke’s voice but there was nothing like listening to your boyfriend’s music after a stressful day to help you calm down.  

It helped you calm down so much, it seemed that you were almost totally asleep when the music died down to nothing, footsteps carrying down the hall as Luke came into the small backstage area with Reggie, Alex, and Bobby.  

“Man, that was so awesome,” Luke said, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, pushing his hair back in the process, “wait till it’s packed tonight!”  

“We totally killed it,” Reggie agreed.  

As Luke fixed his shirt back into place he smiled, taking in the sight of you laying on the couch, back to them. “Thank god that was only rehearsal, considering somebody missed it.” He said, loud enough that even in your nearly-asleep state you could hear him. Luke grabbed the back of the couch as he slowly lowered himself to sit down on you, forcing you onto your back as he sat halfway on your stomach, keeping some of his weight off you.

You groaned, refusing to open your eyes as you tried to swat at Luke and missed, by a longshot. “Luke, get off.” You hissed. He dropped a little more of his weight, shifting around and wiggling his butt on your lap. “Luke!” You groaned.  

Luke laughed, grabbing one of your hands before you could hit him again. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this,” he teased.

“You’re so cute when you’re being an asshole,” you grumbled, trying to pull your arm away.  

“Alright, alright,” the weight lifted off of you and suddenly Luke was grabbing your other hand, pulling you into a sitting position before flopping back down on the couch, letting you lean against him. “How was the interview?”  

“I don’t wanna go to college,” you bemoaned, though it was really an empty statement. “How about I just like...become a roadie for you guys?”  

“Alright but, we can’t pay you.” Luke replied, brushing your hair away from your face and kissing the top of your head. You were halfway to falling asleep again, unbothered by Luke’s post-rehearsal sweatiness and more so just happy to be with him. The day had been stressful and, while school was super important to you, the thought of being away from Luke was a little unbearable. “Hey,” he kissed you again, seemingly aware that you were upset. “It’s okay, we’ve got all summer, touring around California.”

“I know,” you muttered, tucking yourself further into his side, trying to chase those last fleeting feelings of sleep, “I just really hate the thought of being away when September comes around.”

“I’m sure a few hundred miles won’t change the amount of time you see Luke,” Alex piped up, finally reminding the two of you that you weren’t alone backstage.  

Reggie and Bobby laughed as you perked up, moving away from your boyfriend to hug them and Alex, telling them all that you were sorry for missing the rehearsal but how excited you were for the actual show tonight. “I saw the marquee, you guys sold out?”

“It’s not a huge venue,” Bobby stressed, ever the realist of the group. If only because your boyfriend always had such lofty dreams and Alex and Reggie were always pulled into them with him. Someone had to keep a level head and it wasn’t you.  

“It’s still amazing that you sold out.” You insisted, “I mean, it’s a huge step.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying.” Luke piped up, drawing your attention back to him. “It’s gonna be awesome, this tour. Just think of all the possibilities that’ll follow.”  

“Let’s get through tonight.” Alex replied.  

“Well, I can’t wait to watch you guys perform tonight.” You mentioned, looking back at Luke.  

“If you stay awake,” he teased, laughing when you glared at him.  

“It was a long drive!”  

“We’re trying to make rock music here and my girlfriend is in the back snoozing.” He looked at the guys as he spoke, trying not to give you any attention as you swatted at him again.  

“I already apologized!”  

Luke wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back into his side so that he could kiss the side of your head again. When you turned your head to look at him, he stole a quick kiss before the guys could complain about you being too “gross” in front of them. You could still feel that heaviness that came with being tired but you knew there was no way you were getting a nap before the show. You’d push through the exhaustion of the day until you were alone with Luke tonight. For now, you would just enjoy being with your friends and your boyfriend.