#life is life 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[thaniabb]

I’ve been into sports car by Tate mcrae, don’t blame me by Taylor swift, and Diet Pepsi by Addison rae lately. Idk if that does anything for your inspiration in any way but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ vibes

Love made me crazy - F.W

- ‘don’t blame me’ by taylor swift -

warnings : overprotective!fred, possessive!fred, innocent!reader, no use of y/n, pet names (butterfly, love)

summary : the older weasley twin protective nature toward his best friend, evolves into something darker and more obsessive, though she remains blissfully unaware. As Fred’s feelings for her intensify, he resorts to subtle but intense actions to keep anyone else away from her, pushing every other guy out of her life without ever speaking a word of his true nature. But Fred knows, and the lines between friendship and possessive love blur, creating a tension neither of them can escape.

AN : fucking thankful for this request, working on some more things so ya’ll shall expect that in a few days. anyways request more bb’s! not proofread.

“lord, save me, my drug is my baby”

Fred Weasley had always been the fun one. The one who made you laugh until your stomach ached, the one who was never serious, the one who seemed to bring chaos with him wherever he went. But that was just Fred, your best friend.

You had known him since you were both children, growing up together, inseparable. You had never questioned his actions, never thought twice about the way he always seemed to know exactly what you needed, when you needed it. He was Fred, your Freddie, the person you trusted with everything.

And why wouldn’t you? He was just your best friend.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Fred was still the same in a lot of ways—playful, charming, always making jokes—but there were moments, small moments, when you caught a glimpse of something deeper in his eyes. A flicker of intensity that made you feel uneasy. But you pushed it away. Fred was Fred. He was just protective, that’s all.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

It all started after a random, casual conversation you had with Jason, a boy in your year who had always been friendly with you. You were sitting at the Gryffindor table one evening, chatting about homework, when Jason, as casual as ever, leaned over and asked, “Hey, do you think you could help me with that Transfiguration essay? I’m totally stuck.”

Fred, who had been sitting beside you, was silent for a moment. You didn’t think anything of it until you saw him shift in his seat. There was something about the way he moved that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Fred was looking at Jason like he was a bug he wanted to squish.

“Transfiguration?” Fred repeated in a voice that was far too loud. “Nah, mate, she doesn’t have time for that. She’s with me right now. Isn't that right, love?”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden intensity in Fred’s voice. “Fred, I’m just helping Jason,” you said with a nervous laugh. “It’s no big deal.”

Fred didn’t take his eyes off Jason, who awkwardly shifted in his seat. “No, I’m sure she wants to help you, mate,” Fred said, his tone almost playful, but there was something dark underneath. “But she doesn’t have time right now. You’re on your own with that essay.”

Jason’s confusion was evident, and before you could apologize or explain, Fred stood up, his movement sharp. “Come on, love , let’s go,” he said, practically pulling you from your seat.

You gave a quick, apologetic look at Jason, but Fred was already steering you away, his grip tight on your arm. You didn’t think much of it at the time. Fred was always like this—always protective, always joking around. It didn’t occur to you that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all just fun and games anymore.

You brushed it off. It was nothing.

The days that followed were similar. Every time another guy tried to approach you, Fred would appear out of nowhere, slipping between you and them with a smile that never quite reached his eyes. It was like clockwork. If you spoke to anyone else, Fred would swoop in, pushing them away without ever saying a word. If you were laughing with someone, Fred would suddenly be there, laughing louder, pulling your attention back to him.

And you, innocent as you were, thought nothing of it. Fred was just being Fred. Your best friend. Always there to protect you, always there to make you laugh. Nothing more.

But his behavior was becoming harder to ignore.

One afternoon in the common room, you were sitting near the fireplace, absorbed in a book. Fred was, as usual, lounging on the couch beside you, but today, you noticed that he was unusually tense. His leg was bouncing, his eyes flickering between you and the door.

“Is everything okay, Freddie?” you asked, looking up from your book. You noticed that he hadn’t been himself lately. He had always been carefree, but now, he seemed… on edge.

Fred glanced at you, a forced smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s great, butterfly. Just a little distracted, that’s all.”

You frowned, but before you could ask more, a boy from Ravenclaw, Peter, walked into the room, carrying a stack of books. You smiled and waved at him.

“Oh, hey Peter! How’s your essay going?” you called, eager to catch up with your classmate.

Peter smiled back, a little shy. “Oh, it’s going alright. I was just—”

But before he could finish, Fred was up off the couch in an instant, practically cutting him off as he threw an arm over your shoulder. “Hey, mate,” Fred said loudly, his tone casual but his eyes a little too sharp. “we were just about to grab some snacks. You know, a bit of quality time. Can’t let her get too distracted by homework, right?”

Peter blinked in confusion. “Oh, uh, okay. Sorry if I interrupted.”

“No worries, mate,” Fred said, ushering Peter away with a playful nudge. But as soon as Peter was gone, Fred’s grin faltered, his eyes turning dark as he looked at you.

“Don’t worry about him,” Fred said softly, his voice low. “He wasn’t going to keep your attention. Not like I can.”

You blinked, a slight shiver running through you at the intensity in his words. “Fred, you’re acting a little strange today. Everything alright?”

Fred smiled, but it was tight. “Of course. Nothing to worry about, butterfly. I’m just here for you. Always.”

You didn’t quite understand what he meant, but you nodded and smiled back, assuming it was nothing more than one of Fred’s usual quirks. After all, he was just Freddie, your best friend, right?

But you didn’t know. You didn’t see the way Fred’s eyes would darken every time another guy came near you. You didn’t know that, after every “innocent” interaction, Fred would slip away quietly and find the boy who had dared to speak to you, cornering him in empty hallways or behind corners, his words cold and threatening.

“Stay away from her,” Fred would whisper, his voice low and dangerous, his smile gone. “She’s mine. Don’t even think about it.”

The boys, scared and confused, would back off, retreating with nervous glances, and Fred would return to you with that same innocent smile, as if nothing had changed. As if he hadn’t just scared off anyone who might dare to take his place by your side.

And you—completely oblivious—continued to see Fred the way you always had. Your best friend. The one who had always protected you, made you laugh, and kept you safe.

But the more Fred watched you, the more obsessed he became. Every time you spoke to someone else, his heart would race, and his mind would scream. He couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t let anyone else near you.

“Don’t blame me,” he whispered to himself one night as he stared at the moon, his mind spinning with thoughts of you. “You made me crazy, butterfly. You made me this way.”

And yet, the next day, when you smiled at him, when you laughed with him, he was the same Fred you’d always known. He would never tell you. He would never let you know how much he was losing himself in this love, how much he couldn’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.

Because you were just his best friend. Right?

As time went on, you continued to brush off Fred’s strange behavior, convinced that everything was as it always had been. But Fred’s obsession was only growing stronger, and he couldn’t stop. Every time you laughed with another boy, every time you looked at someone else, he felt a pang in his chest. But he never showed it. He just continued to push everyone away, quietly, ruthlessly, until no one else dared to approach you.

And you, innocent as ever, never suspected a thing.

But deep down, Fred knew. He knew that he was falling deeper into something he couldn’t control. And in the end, it wasn’t just about being your best friend. It was about wanting to be more.

And he’d do anything to make sure no one else ever got that chance.

“don’t blame me, love made me crazy”

[bennie-jerry]

I appreciate your response and that you seem to be understanding what I was attempting to communicate.

I also understand your concerns. Unfortunately, it's true, society as a whole tends to place the burden of sexual responsibility on women. And while change definitely isn't going to happen immediately, I think it showcases that it only further proves the need of why we need go fix that as soon/beat as we can.

I just don't think allowing women to terminate pregnancies is the best way to go about it---especially since our society doesn't condemn sexually irresponsible and/or irrehensible men the way it should. To me, it seems like another way of the world telling women, "Don't address it or talk about it." I apologize if that seems insensitive, but I just don't see that getting men to be better people in the long run if it only enables the behavior they're not getting punished or criticized for. Of course these types of men are gonna be in favor of a procedure that allows them to be freed of their sexual consequences.

I do not agree with abortion, but I DEFINITELY don't like how the pro-life/conservative party handles it either. We could definitely be doing a LOT more. I hate to sound like I'm trying to be 'one of the good ones' because I'm pro life purely because of my religion. But yeah, I don't like how it's done.

Of course women aren't going to assume some of us genuinely have good intentions when society proves otherwise on a consistent basis and this is part of the reason why I'm sometimes reluctant to call myself pro-life (despite me not agreeing with abortion and thinking it's wrong) because I know which subsect has been speaking the loudest, and I apologize for that.

Not that I think it's my fault that jackoffs are being jackoffs, but I hope you understand my point. I've seen horrible people on both sides of this topic and it bugs me to hell.

As much as I don't agree with it, I don't think abortion to be banned immediately since it's clear that if pro-lifers want to get any sort of progression, we're gonna have to gain the trust of women instead of just spewing the same rhetoric. I'm not hopeful that any true change will be implemented anytime soon, but a girl can hope I guess. I understand it's not enough though. 🤷‍♀️

I personally consider abortion to be anti-feminist due to the fact it allows men to not be held responsible for their irresponsible actions of sleeping with a woman they have no intention of loving or providing for. It allows men to treat women like commodities with no consequence.

[joeyalohadream]

Sorry if I missed you talking about this, but how did you come up with the premise of Let Your Heart Be Light? I love reading that fic ❤️

I don’t think I’ve actually talked this or ever been asked about it 🤔 thanks for asking! ❤️ and I’m SO happy you’re enjoying the story 💕

Putting a probably not so coherent response under a cut so people can ignore me easily if they’d like 😅

I knew I wanted to write a multi-chaptered modern au because I’ve never really explored John and Gale in that setting and I also knew I wanted to write a story based around the Christmas season (because it’s my favorite time of the year).

The setting and the characters professions are a wee bit self-indulgent if I’m being honest.

For Gale, my family owns a 100 acre wooded property and my brother owns a land management business that I volunteer with several times a month. So environmental sustainability and tree farming is a big part of my life. I just changed it up and made it a Christmas tree farm because it was fun! Something about Gale, independent and quiet and strong, gave me isolated tree farmer vibes 🤷‍♀️

For John, I spent a significant amount of time around helicopters and medics and flight medics, so it was a natural profession that I could easily write about that also felt organic to his character.

And then the background with Gale and the rest of the crew, I basically just wanted to do something different, that I’ve never done before. So I wanted a conflict and I wanted Gale to not be seen as this shining example of goodness like he is in the show by all of the crew.

While the issues with Gale’s dad and his childhood haven’t been directly revealed yet, they will be soon. And that really stems from me wanting to try my hand at exploring a more angsty look at gambling addiction. I’ve done a lot of research of several disorders for this story, I just don’t want to give too much away!

But basically, I wanted a chance to write John and Gale meeting, falling in love, taking care of each other, and changing each other’s lives for the better. And I mixed a hodgepodge of things I care about and things I’ve wanted to explore to do it.

Sorry if I rambled, but I tend to do that quite a bit so 🫣

[yourtwistedlies]

anyone ever have work to do but like every time you say “hey, im gonna do this and finish this crap” someone tells you “go do your work” and then you feel some spirit inside of you make you not want to do it anymore????? just me???

[musclesandhammering]

😂😭 I’ve tried so hard to figure out some version of the “it’s because she’s a woman” theory to go along with and I just.. can’t lol. Like, for the life of me, I can’t come up with any way to read that that’s not just insanely dumb.

Because Loki himself is a woman sometimes. And he apparently didn’t get pruned for it?? Or do they mean just because she’s a woman all the time? In which case, how would that affect her life story enough to cause a branch?? I’m so lost.

I feel like that’s just their way of explaining Sylvie’s supposed lack of genderfluidity in the show. Which is annoying because a.) ?? is there something wrong with Sylvie just being a cis woman? I’m fine with it. If all Lokis are so chaotic and different, is it really a reach to say they’d all have different gender identities?? And b.) there’s nothing in the show that says she’s not also fluid.

It’s just so weird to me. But to each their own I guess 🤷‍♀️😭.

People! I just had the revelation! Why TVA arrived at the time Sylvie was playing? Well, get this, Sylvie already knew that she was adopted, and about her real parents. So she never had that trauma Loki went through after he found out about it. Also, I've heard she was playing with the Valkyrie figurine, it may be she decided just minutes ago that she doesn't want to be the ruler, she wants to be the Valkyrie, and it would have changed so much! Like she would not have to live under Odin's and Thor's Shadows. The entire Asgard would respect her. There wouldn't be much sibling rivalry between Thor and Loki, other than Thor being a lil jealous because she could be a Valkyrie, and he couldn't, but he would have his own responsibilities. And Sylvie's entire family would be so proud of her. She would still be the goddess of mischief, but with no more need for grabbing attention, it would never be on evil level.

Now, Thor would never have to be banished on Earth, there would be no battle of NewYork and Avengers would not be assembled. This would affect so much in the timeline.

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Sirius: Hey Prongs, I hope our children will get along just like cousins, you know not like me and my cousins but like other cousins that get along so well, I always see cousins having a really good bond

James: Yeah I hope so too

*5 years later*

James: Hey Pads, you know when you told me about that cousin thing with our children *sweating nervously*

Sirius: Yeah what’s up with that?

James: I took your words too serious

Sirius: What do you mean?

James:

Sirius: James what do you mea- oh no no no no. Please don’t tell me that-

James: Surprise?

Sirius: JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER, YOU’RE DEAD YOU LITTLE BROTHERFUCKER

[wyrmwright]

bro he does NOT want to hear you practice your villain monologue

[magnoliamyrrh]

that post about how traumatized people are expected to censor their own experiences reminds me of how when people with visible deformities or scarring post selfies, people will get mad at them and go “this could be triggering!! tw body horror!”

people need to develop a sense of shame for their own hypersensitivity and sheltered coddled lives. being shielded from the realities of other peoples lives is not a human right. if you dont wanna see scarred people then avoid looking at photos. if you dont wanna know about peoples life experiences don’t talk to them. I hate this shit so much. “You owe it to me to hide the evidence of your suffering because thinking about it makes me bummed out!!” I lived through the actual experience, I think you’ll survive witnessing the fact that I survived. jesus christ

sry for late reply but this is so damn real i still think abt this all the time. "i lived through the actual experience, i think you'll survive witnessing the fact that i survived" bars tbh. very well put into words

[mcr0wave]

fem all might jumpscare 💥💥

ermmm haha posting mha now?!?!?? there is something about this soggy man that makes me lose it I H8 HIM (no i dont he is my little 7'3 sunflower ❤️🌻)

[bamboo-bees]

nice 👍

[joeyalohadream]

Happy Valentine's Day - Here's a Snippet from a WIP instead of a box of chocolates ❤️

I'm spending my day today with my kitty, and with my Coolerverse Buckies....

It's been a while sense I've shared anything from part three, but I figured it was time seeing as I spent today heavily editing what I'd already had written and then actually writing over 2k new words. I'm optimistic I'll have it finished and published before the end of February. 💕

So here's a snippet from relatively early in Part 3 as my Valentine to you, 'Coolerverse' readers! (Putting some below a cut because their is an allusion (not graphic, it's still me) to possible sa)

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The sun has almost set and he’s just noticing smoke on the horizon in the distance when Gale stumbles next to him.

He’s been staying close enough that their arms brush while they walk. They started out close to the front of the column, but they’ve drifted back since they left the town. Bucky has tried to convince himself that it was both of their dwindling energy that caused them to slow, but he knows that he’s been matching Gale’s pace since they started.

Now, Gale stumbles and Bucky grabs his sleeve just as one of his knees hit to ground. His heart climbs up into throat when the other man doesn’t immediately raise himself back up.

The men skirt around them, avoiding looking at Gale and Bucky can’t help but wish he hadn’t lost sight of their boys in the sea of bodies when they’d started falling back.

“Gale?” Bucky bends at the waist, gets a hand under Gale’s armpit. “Come on, up you get.”

He tugs and releases a breath when Gale’s body follows his instructions, getting himself to standing with a grunt of effort and a pained look stealing across his features.

“Sorry,” Gale says low, breathe crystalizing in the space between them. “Tripped.”

Bucky grimaces, skeptical of the explanation but doesn’t press.

“Move!” The loud voice startles them both and Bucky grunts when a rough hand shoves at his back, pushing him forward. The motion sends him stumbling away from Gale. He catches himself and turns, panicked, not willing to let him get lost in the gaggle of a thousand men.

But Gale’s still right there. Only the guard that had pushed Bucky has a hand fisted in the front of Gale’s coat and he’s in his face and Bucky sees red. It takes two steps to get back to them and one more to shove himself between the two men. He doesn’t look at the guard, just tugs Gale with him and starts moving forward.

“Better stay off your knees, Major,” the heavily accented voice, ugly words spit in broken English raise the hairs on the back of Bucky’s neck and his muscles tighten with the urge to hurt someone.

“Don’t.”

Gale’s quiet voice and his trembling hand grasping his sleeve brings him back to reality and he knows he can’t do a damn thing. Not with the krauts as trigger happy as they are. But he turns the words over and over in his mind and thinks his teeth might crack with how tight he’s clenching his jaw.

“That was the same guard from the line-up,” he grits out. “The one from the cooler?”

Silence greets him and he turns his head to look at Gale, who is stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes.

“Buck,” he pushes. “Give me something here.”

“Just leave it, Bucky,” Gale finally answers, shaking his head.

“I can’t,” Bucky admits. He feels like he’s going to be sick all of a sudden as the implication of the words turn his stomach into a knotted mess. Now isn’t the time for this. But he can’t even breathe properly with these thoughts in his head. “Did he-”

“No.” Gale finally turns his face enough to glare at him. “Whatever you’re thinking. No.”

Bucky swallows, feels his eyes sting from more than the wind as his mind rolls over images that he wants to vanquish from existence. Too terrible to imagine. Gale must see something in his eyes because his glare falls away and his features soften.

“John, I swear,” he says. “If what you’re thinking happened had happened, I wouldn’t be here. ‘Cause I’d have killed him. And then they would’ve killed me.”

The words don’t make him feel better. They just conjure another horrible, unfathomable image that he tries to physically shake out of his mind. He believes him. But something happened. Something with this guard. Something that Gale doesn’t want to talk about.

“What can I do?” He finds himself asking, feeling useless as he watches Gale concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. Tired blue eyes find his and Bucky watches him shrug.

“No matter what he says,” Gale says, looking over his shoulder. Bucky follows his gaze and sees the guard keeping pace with them on the edge of the column. Watching Gale. “Don’t do anything to get yourself killed. He likes to talk.”

Bucky flexes his fingers and glares ahead, jaw working. Not understanding but wanting to.

“Promise me, John.”

“Sure, Buck.”

“John.” Gale sounds tired, frustrated. Bucky feels the same way.  “I learned to drown him out in there. You gotta do the same.”

He thinks of Gale hiding himself against Bucky’s chest, making himself small every night when the krauts were talking outside their window before they slammed the shutters closed. Remembers the flinching, the tightly coiled muscles, the trembling he’d feel when the accented voices grew in volume, shouts drifting through the walls of their hut.

Their eyes meet and they can read each other plan as day.

Even if he never touched him, that man hurt Gale. Scares him still.

And he can tell Gale see’s the truth in Bucky’s eyes, shining back at him. He won’t let him hurt him again. No matter what.

[sammicaf]

“He bought three, four, six scarves for Sarima, who didn’t wear scarves. He bought six scarves for Elphaba, who did.”

These are my interpretation of Elphie and Fiyero from the book ^^

[angels-of-horror]

“Stop writing villains as aroace! It’s bad and perpetuates the stereotype that aroace’s are evil!”

Okay, but have you considered that I am the evil aroace??

[8-xnny]

“Shark infested waters”

Where tf else would they be, the goddamn gulag?? 😭

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 5 - Domestic Life

Synopsis: Gwyn finds comfort in the arms of Azriel after she has a nightmare.

Word Count: 800

Read on Ao3

Deep breath in through the nose. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Now out through the mouth. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Deep breath in through the nose. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Out through the mouth. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

The fog in her mind slowly dissipated. Gwyn heard the faint echoes of Azriel’s voice rising above the pounding of her heart.

Deep breath in. And out. Deep breath in. And out.

She registered his voice guiding her through it before she felt him close to her. She reached out a hand towards where she knew his was waiting, hesitant to touch her lest he made things worse. Azriel knew where her mind had brought her to. There was only one nightmare that could cause Gwyn to scream and beg the way she had been doing a few minutes ago. Her cries had been loud enough to travel through the walls that separated their respective bedrooms in the House of Wind.

Gwyn turned on her side and, with her eyes still closed, grabbed Azriel’s hand with both of hers. The familiar ridges of his scars and his voice reminding her to breathe slowly cleared her head until the phantom touch of rough hands on her body was completely gone.

“You are safe Gwyn,” his deep voice wrapped her and warmed her better than the thin blanket that half covered her.

Azriel brushed away the strands of hair that had escaped her bun and stuck to her sweaty forehead with his free hand before lowering it to her face to wipe away her tears.

“You are in the Night Court, in your bedroom in the House of Wind. You are safe.”

He was right. She wasn’t in that wretched kitchen nor with those monsters anymore. But it wasn’t so much the reminder of the place that she was currently in that reassured her the most. Gwyn couldn’t care less at this moment in what court or what house she was at. What meant the most to her was the person who was now with her. It was those scarred and infinitely gentle hands in hers and caressing her face. It was that voice that had pulled her out of her nightmare. It was his shadows that she knew, even with her eyes still closed, were swirling around her like a shield of darkness. It was that steady and comforting presence that had helped her then, and which was still here for her now.

“Azriel?”

He immediately moved closer at the sound of his name hesitantly coming out of her lips. It pained him to hear the remnants of fear in her voice.

“Can you hold me?” she asked even as she started gliding closer to him.

Azriel would do anything to help her and he obviously would gladly start with that. He pulled his hands away and wrapped his arms around her as he lied down and pulled her closer. Gwyn placed both of her hands on his chest, delighted for the fact that he was shirtless so that she could soak in the warmth radiating from his bare skin.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

She did not need anything else but him holding her. Nothing could make her feel better. Except maybe one thing.

“Hold me tighter,” she said, rubbing her nose on his skin and inhaling his unique scent.

Azriel tightened his arms around her and pulled her even closer.

“Tighter.”

He repeated the gesture. He didn’t stop, squeezing her tighter and tighter until the sound of her giggle pierced a hole in the heaviness that had been hovering in the air.

“Not too tight, Az. I don’t want to run out of air,” she said, her voice slightly muffled from her face being pressed against his chest.

Some of his shadows left the cocoon they had made around them to dance across her neck and shoulder. Azriel chuckled as he loosened a little of his strong hold on her.

The lingering fear from Gwyn’s nightmare vanished with the heavy sigh that she let out once Azriel figured out the perfect way to hold her.

“Just like that. Can you hold me a for moment?”

Azriel kissed the top of her head before resting his own there. “I will hold you for as long as you want me to.”

Gwyn smiled. Her nightmare might have shaken her but it did not matter. She was safe and she was not alone. Nothing could break her. And when she was in the arms of the Shadowsinger, nothing could scare her either.

[intricate-ritualz]

edwin is stronger than me bc personally i wouldn’t have the heart to be in an eternal situationship. “you’re the most important person in the world to me” “we have literally forever to figure it out” WHAT DID U MEAN BT THAT..GOD JUST TELL ME NO DONT GET MY HOPES UP W THIS COSMICALLY BONDED PLATONIC(?) SOULMATES SHIT