#literally one of the few things that gives me some damn motivation

[grelleshighheels]

[astrobydalia]

Solar return observations

Virgo season is here which means my birthday is coming soon!!! I thought it would be fitting to share my first Solar Return observations with you. These are based on my experience, feel free to share yours!

Btw Ariel is my fave Disney princess I love her sm

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Fire rising in SR - these years were characterized for being SO SO chaotic and all over the place tbh. It was always a mix of good and bad things like damn I couldn't catch a break. So many rollecosters, STRESS, situations were I was at the edge of my seat, unpredictable and random stuff happening...

Air rising on SR - one word: fresh. Total opposite from fire risings. Air risings were years that felt so light and fresh! I felt like I was floating through the year in a good way! Just going with flow. And I've said this before the best most chill years where I've found myself thriving were Libra risings on SR (also venus in the 1st house)

Moon-Lilith conjunction in th SR - I felt like my life being sucked out of me and overall felt kinda unlucky that year. I felt so empty inside during this year it was insane. Also I was having mayor issues and conflicts with my mom

Chiron is in SR is a bit catastrophized imo. It can not only mean areas in your life that can "break" but also areas that could find healing or resolutions as well. Whenever I've seen the breaking or ending manifestation of this asteroid it was always from a place of reconsideration and healing rather destruction, like making peace with something. For example, Chiron in the 7th house could mean ending a relationship on good terms or unlearning unhealthy relationship patterns. On time I had Chiron in the 6th house and during that year I got a nice job after a long period of struggling to find a job. Of course it's nuanced and it can often be painful and disappointing process but I think people don't mention enough how Chiron is about finding relief as well

One time I read the SR for a client who had Pluto in the 6th house for that year and turns out she was planning to undergo surgery during that time for health reasons

Leo rising in SR - These years were TERRIBLE for some reason. Maybe it was due to Cancer 12th house but I was really struggling to find happiness and fulfillment in my life during these times

Cancer mars in the SR - So emotional!! Like truly it was years that were clouded by emotion. It was either due to family stuff, friends or relationships, but I was running on emotion all the time and I couldn't act on logic to save my life. However it's not like I was in my bed crying all day but rather these emotions were giving energy and motivation in some way. Somehow being emotional was always making be feel.... alive?

Moon in 12th house of SR - I was getting ready to move and separate from my family during this year

Taurus rising in SR - these years were surprisingly.... intense, specially with my relationships. A lot of patience, resisting and enduring. Every event that happened felt like I was going through a 10-year-long process and really had a strong impact in my life. Years were I reconsidered my priorities a lot and was really faced with what is it that I truly value

Uranus in the 1st house of SR - literally a few days prior to my bday I received shocking news that turned my entire year (and life) upside down so you can imagine how this energy played out. Life forcing changes on my life that I was not ready for but had to make it through one way or another

Virgo rising in SR - I started a new job!

Look at Part of Fortune and Vertex in your SR chart, these will be significant themes!

Capricorn rising in SR - I was.... borderline depressed here ngl. Those kind of years that never seem to end ever. I was receiving pressure from both my career life and my family life. Overall earth rising in the SR were years that felt very 'heavy' if that makes sense.

Juno in the 1st house of SR - these were years were I meant new people!!! I significantly enlarged my network

^Same thing with Venus/Libra/Vertex in the 7th house of SR. I didn't get into a relationships or had anything romantic going on, I met new people and made new friends in general. I also bought lots of new clothes and invested a lot in my image

Scorpio rising in SR -you know when you go through a very intense experience out of nowhere and then come out of it soon after like nothing happened and you're left feeling like "wtf was that for"? That's this.

Yod configuration in SR - very karmic life-changing and ground breaking events in my life. Before and after vibes

Moon in Capricorn in the SR - my girlboss era!!!! These were years were I began new professional opportunities like my first job or my first year in college

Moon in the 8th house of SR - you guessed it: trauma. I'm talking canon event kind of trauma. A family member died.

Vertex in the 8th house of SR - this was playing life on hard mode honestly. Not necessarily traumatic, but very complicated events and situations here that put you to the test

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[theladysunami]

I listen to a lot of audiobook murder mysteries, which has me thinking:

Shen Yuan transmigrating into a murder mystery… as the killer!

There are a couple of ways the story could go.

First Option: Shen Yuan lets his System know, in no uncertain terms, he will not be murdering anyone.

Its response: [Alternate Plotline Initiated. New Assignment: Designated Red Herring].

Poor Shen Qingqiu finds himself stuck in a whole murder mystery series, and any time anyone is murdered, he somehow ends up being the number one suspect!

The victim? Probably picked a fight with Shen Qingqiu at some point. (Shen Qingqiu tries to avoid such arguments, but it never seems to work!)

The murder weapon? Yeah, Shen Qingqiu is almost guaranteed to have touched it. (Shen Qingqiu is severely tempted to start wearing gloves 24/7.)

The body? Either Shen Qingqiu finds it himself at some inopportune time, and/or it was stashed somewhere “only” he is supposed to have access to. (At some point it's just: Shen Qingqiu opens a door… sees a body… closes the door. “Time to call the cops, yet again.”)

Shen Qingqiu ends up a tad paranoid about the whole thing, setting up cameras outside his house, in his office, in his car, etc. just to (hopefully) stop people from planting evidence any of those places.

If anyone asks about the truly absurd number of (eventually dropped) murder allegations, Shen Qingqiu insists he's cursed. Even with genre blinders on (making the number of convoluted murders in the area seem normal somehow), it's hard for anyone to argue the point.

For Shen Qingqiu's day job (when he's not busy being charged with murder) he works as a professor at a university with a highly regarded Criminology & Criminal Justice program. I'm thinking the original goods was a literature professor, with a strong distaste for cops, who was known for grading anyone in the criminal justice program exceedingly harshly. Naturally one of his students is the protagonist, Luo Binghe.

After his transmigration, professor Shen Qingqiu suddenly becomes a very kind and doting professor with a real passion for literature. This leaves Luo Binghe quickly smitten and makes him a very motivated amateur detective, since he's determined to prove his beloved's innocence as quickly as possible and as often as needed!

Second Option: Shen Yuan takes over after the original goods already committed the murder.

He wakes up with a splitting headache (the victim attempted to defend themselves presumably), looks at his bloody hands… looks at the victim… looks at the weapon… looks at his bloody hands again. “Damn it, Airplane.”

He decides he doesn't want to try and hide a body actually, just to be caught by the protagonist later and charged with a whole slew of things in addition to murder, so he calls the cops himself. He might as well take advantage of the fact he has a concussion and literally doesn't remember a thing. Maybe he can get the charges reduced somewhat and get a lighter sentence.

Of course the first cop that arrives at the scene is Yue Qingyuan, who as the #1 Xiao-Jiu stan gives Shen Qingqiu way too much benefit of the doubt. The most obvious evidence also keeps being erased or damaged by weird as hell coincidences.

Shen Qingqiu knows he certainly isn't responsible for damaging evidence and wonders if the System is working overtime behind the scenes to ensure there actually is a mystery for Luo Binghe to solve. (After all, it wouldn't be much of a story if Shen Qingqiu was already charged and sentenced before Luo Binghe had a chance to even do anything.)

To his complete bewilderment, after a few days leave to recover from the concussion, Shen Qingqiu is actually allowed to return to his university teaching job. He decides to make the best of it, since who knows how long he'll be a free man.

As in the first scenario, a few months later and Luo Binghe is absolutely smitten, not to mention all the other students and faculty that have come to adore him.

As Shen Qingqiu has successfully endeared himself to pretty much anyone and everyone local that could actually charge him or provide eyewitness testimony, not to mention all the shady shit about murder victim Qiu Jianluo the ongoing investigation keeps digging up, the plot stalls for a bit until the state police (aka Huan Hua Palace) are finally called in by Qiu Haitang.

Unfortunately for the ‘HHP’ folks, the protagonist himself is on Shen Qingqiu's side, and Luo Binghe is perfectly happy to muddy the waters by conveniently “losing” evidence, sending them after every single red herring he comes across, and “accidentally” digging up dirt on all the shady dealings going on in their department.

The System keeps trying to motivate Shen Qingqiu to hide evidence, lie, or do literally anything suspicious to progress the plot further, but all its punishment protocols involve sabotaging Shen Qingqiu's coverup attempts (of which he has none) or revealing information to the protagonist (who is complicit by this point) so it's fresh out of luck.

Eventually the System gives up and Shen Qingqiu is congratulated for “getting away with murder!” despite the fact he didn't actually do anything.

“Seriously? Does it even count as getting away with murder when the original goods was the actual murderer? I didn't kill anyone!”

[...]

[lathez]

So Bethesda's reasoning behind forcing a Miraak kill was that they had failed at creating a compelling dilemma. Originally you were going to trade some sort of tome to Mora, and they realized that no one was going to turn down saving a cool ass renegade cyborg sounding Dragon Priest for their little skill tree bit.

The thing is that this would have been ridiculously easy to fix with an addition of literally ANY interesting mechanic. So being a Miraak stannie, here are a few things the questline itself could lock behind Miraak's death to make me consider killing him:

Trade Dragon Souls for a Reduction in Shout Cool Down Time - A 1-2% increase for every shout spent. Actually gives the player motivation to seek out dragons and play a Thu'um build.

Trade Dragon Souls for an Increase in Shout Power - Fire Breath is one of the coolest in game shouts, and you get the fire Wyrm if you kill an enemy -- yet at higher levels it becomes almost useless. This goes for quite a few shouts.

Stacked Vahlok the Jailor Spectral Follower - A summon isn't enough to make me want to kill Miraak, but a spectral follower? That's cool as fuck. It makes sense, since you absorbed Miraak's soul, that Vahlok would want to follow you. Literally no one in their god damn mind would want to fuck with you and your floating dragon priest ghost going suplex city

Vahlok's Mask - Locking the final dragon priest mask behind a decision would actually make collectors twitch.

Marry Frea - Stupid as fuck that you can't marry Frea. Conversely, if you spare Miraak, you should be locked out of any remaining Skaal quests and merchants.

Ability to Craft Dragon Priest Armor - Yeah this would just be unbelievably fucking goated and I think you should get this regardless of decision if you collect all the masks, but whatever.

Bend Will That Actually Works - The ability to create up to two living thralls instead of two dead ones, effectively allowing you to increase your follower count, ie, you could have Teldryn, Serana, and Ralis at once.

Maybe someone who mods better than I do can tell me if these would be difficult to add, but honestly, I don't think a lot of them are as I've seen plenty of mods along these lines.

The pure laziness that went into the Dragonborn DLC -- which is fun, but criminally short and contained -- in comparison to the Dawnguard DLC is irritating, and it's even more irritating to know they had the voice lines ready to go and everything and decided to cut an actually good plot point last minute.

[the--blackdahlia]

NSFW Alphabet (Beetlejuice x Fem Reader)

So this is the first time I've ever done one of these, so just go easy on me please.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's got to have a smoke after the act is done. Prefers it when your head is lying on his chest. You also wouldn't think he'd be a cuddler, but he surprises you every day.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is a leg man. He's said and shown it a couple of times. He loves seeing you in short skirts. He's also been known to buy you the see-through leggings for when you're at home. (He enjoys all your parts but a good pair of legs really does it for him)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will cum anywhere. On you, in you, down your throat. It doesn't matter as long as he gets to cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets off on the idea of shrinking you down and fucking you in the model graveyard.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Well, he's over 600 years old, so he's been around a time or two. He absolutely knows what he's doing, and loves learning new things that didn't exist when he was alive.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes it when you ride him. He gets to hold onto your thighs, watch your breasts, see your face. But he is also down for missionary when he wants to be in charge. But he's perfectly find just laying back and letting you do the work.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sex is probably the only time he is serious. He wants to focus on the pleasure. Now afterward, it's like a dam opening up and he goes back to being a little shit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well just looking at him, he does not manscape, but you convince him to at least trim. It definitely does match the drapes, and he's damn proud of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When you two are together, he can be the most romantic man. He whispers sweet nothings to you when he's in that moment. You know you're in for some true lovemaking when he brings you roses. They might not always be alive, but it's the thought.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He most definitely jacks off, especially when you two are apart for a while. He might use your psychic connection to watch you. Think phone sex but with better reception.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He 100% has a daddy kink. He loves it the first time you slip up and call him daddy, and he just keeps it going. Also maybe a bit of a voyeur. He has spied on you a few times in the shower. Keeps him going until he can get his hands on you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom, his desk in the call center, the model. Anywhere he can have you, he will.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It does not take much to get him going. You could be reading to him and it turns him on. Everything about you does that to him. But the biggest thing is when you get angry. One time, you were cussing up a storm about your boss and your job and he could've came right there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't really like to hurt you. If he accidentally does, it derails the entire thing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The man doesn't have to breathe, so he is great at giving. He literally could go down on you for hours if you would let him. And he's never going to turn down a blowjob from you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the situation. If he has a job to do, it will be fast and rough, pinned against the wall, on the couch, wherever. But if he has the time, he will spend literal hours worshipping your body.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is totally okay with a quickie. Any chance he gets to fuck you is a chance he's going to take. A little time with you is better than nothing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Since he's constantly learning the newest trends over the past 600 years, he is definitely down to experiment. But sometimes an old classic goes a long way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Without having to really rest, breathe, or eat, he can go as long as you can, and sometimes even longer. He can be quick when he needs to be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a collection of like, medieval sex toys. He doesn't use them on you, mainly because you won't let him. But he loves watching you use your modern ones, and will even take over controlling them. And when you introduced him to the joys of Bluetooth vibrators, he thinks he's finally found heaven.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to wait until you're busy with work, then use your psychic connection to tease you. You can feel his lips on your neck, or his fingers pinching your nipples. You can feel his hands all over you, even though he's nowhere in the room. And he will do that until you summon him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's just loud enough for you to hear. Growls, deep moans, right in your ear. He'll call you baby girl, or another pet name, but only for you to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He absolutely goes wild when you wear his suit jacket. Even if he drapes it over your shoulders when you're cold, he just can't resist you. To the point, you found lingerie in the black and white stripes. You have to keep buying it because he rips it off you to get to you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has to sit like a whore because he is absolutely packing. He is thick and long, giving you the perfect stretch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a lot of time to make up for. So his sex drive is super high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't need to sleep, but he will lay there quietly while you sleep. Sometimes he lets him at least pretend he's asleep, as long as he gets to lay by you.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

fanfiction is the thing that bring me the most joy out of anything in this world and if I'm hyperfixated on a certain fandom's fics then I start living in a constant state of joy where everything I do is bc I know soon I'll be free to read more fics (I do my work thinking about rewarding myself with a fic or I take showers more often bc I know I'll feel even better if I'm clean while reading a fic). maybe it's the autism but I love reading the same tropes with the same characters I already like over and over again. it's so good. it's what keeps me alive and motivated tbh.

but early last year it stopped bringing me joy bc of depression. I've been better lately though and a few months ago I tried to read some fics from a fandom I'm not familiar with just to see if I could get back into it (none of the fandoms I knew were doing anything for me). it worked and I was so relieved to feel that way again. but I've started to feel bad about it bc is it actually ok to read those fics when I've never interacted with the official material? I don't even know the characters, all I know is a version of them that exists in trashy fanfiction. I'm just reading a hollowed out version of the story while actual fans enjoy better version (canon material). but I don't want to get into canon bc what I need to feel the way I want to is the fics. but I feel dumb reading only the fics bc actual fans hate it so much. I've tried talking about this with my therapist and my sister but no one understands why I feel so much despair over this. I don't think I completely get it too. I know it's okay to be cringe or whatever but damn is it hard to not feel shame

literally who gives a shit do whatever you want forever

[logancreatesworlds]

@c-nstantine @milkbean69 @mintballoons @kawaiigirly21 @vamp-bunny @sacredwarrior88 @winters-doll

I was thinking about J'onn's portrayal in Justice League cartoon iterations, both how good they were and how they left much to be desired. I feel like the Justice League/Justice League Unlimited iteration of J'onn J'onzz was the most in-depth - which speaks to how much DC does not value the character at all.

One thing that I like about J'onn's overall character is that he has the powers and empathy of Superman while also maintaining the intelligence and pragmatism that Batman has. There's one particular conversation (or argument depending on how you interpret the dialogue) between Superman and J'onn that is very tense in Justice League Unlimited: Season 2 x Episode 10, which is called Flashpoint.

The TL;DR is that CADMUS is increasingly concerned about the Justice League's growth in the last few years - especially because they've extended their roster from just seven extremely powerful and skilled individuals to a whole ass army of superpowered vigilantes. So, they start fucking with Supergirl and our friendly neighborhood Kryptonian is understandably not happy. The confrontation between Superman and J'onn, which quickly becomes Superman vs. J'onn, Green Arrow and Flash, taught me more about ALL of these characters - especially J'onn, than damn near all pieces of animated and live-action media.

There are three particular lines from J'onn that helped me understand who he is.

Superman: "Give me one reason not to go down there and take them [CADMUS] out."

J'onn: "If you didn't know the answer, you wouldn't have bothered to ask."

And...

Superman: "We can't let CADMUS get away with this."

J'onn: "No one's saying we should, but we have to keep a cool head."

And...

Green Arrow: (to Supergirl) "Look kid, Hamilton's [fake ass hoe who works for CADMUS] a piece of garbage and Luthor's worse. But this isn't the way to stop them."

J'onn: "We must also consider the possibility that CADMUS is right to be afraid of us."

I love these exchanges because they show me how J'onn is so powerful but he also acknowledges how he has to be so restrained all. the. time. And there's so much context as to how J'onn has to interpret his relationship with humans because not only does he look vastly different from Superman, but his experiences are vastly different because of how humans have treated him.

Bear in mind that this man was literally taken into custody when he got to earth - and he was trying to SAVE earth from the same aliens that destroyed his world (*this applies specifically to the Justice League iteration of his backstory).

But Superman has had mostly positive experiences with human from being raised by a lovely human couple to even forming a relationship with a human woman. AND he's interpreted as white - which adds another layer to his character.

There's a reason why Martian Manhunter is interpreted by some fans as "black-coded" - including myself - because he understands firsthand how humanity's bias can separate people based on looks - especially as an alien who can shapeshift and look like anyone.

So, Superman being ready to fly off the handle because of a negative interaction comes off as almost like a tantrum to J'onn, despite the understandable reasons why he's upset.

It reminds me of one scene from a The Boys episode where Billy Butcher and Stan Edgar are discussing how to get rid of Homelander.

Billy Butcher: [Regarding Stan Edgar choosing to keep a literal Nazi hoe as a superhero for his company] "Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, mate. Cuz that bitch should bother you."

Stan Edgar: "Of course she does. But it's not about me. I can't lash out like some raging, entitled maniac. That's a white man's luxury."

While Stan Edgar's motivations are totally different from our favorite Martian's, with Edgar's goal being to control humanity using the pharmaceutical superhero company he's in charge of and J'onn's goal being to save humanity and make it better, both men have a very realistic view of their current situations, how they are perceived and how they have to respond to be successful.

Plus, J'onn is just a real ass dude to be honest. He doesn't flinch when Superman runs up to him and is crashing out. In the show, he reguarly corrects other heroes when they are using excessive force, such as Wonder Woman.

In my opinion, I think Batman specifically put him in this position as watchtower moderator since he not only has the intelligence to balance all these heroes...but he also has a fucking backbone. Martian Manhunter isn't a follower.

I also think this is why J'onn gravitates towards law enforcement roles, whether it's being a detective or being a literal Manhunter back on Mars. Because to be Martian Manhunter is to be fair to everyone - even when it's hard.

This is why it's so fun to be a Martian Manhunter fan and make up stories about him. Because he's always so controlled, calm and collected that I just want to see him crash out ONE 👏🏾GOOD 👏🏾 TIME 👏🏾 over a love interest.

Like that scene with Martian Manhunter and Superman arguing over CADMUS would've gone HELLA different had J'onn had a superpowered girlfriend who was also threatened by CADMUS.

Superman: "Oh yeah? And tell me, what if CADMUS went after (Y/N)?"

The whole room goes silent.

Flash resists the urge to flinch when J'onn's eyes narrow at Superman.

J'onn: "This has nothing to do with her. You leave her out of this."

Superman: (glares) "And if CADMUS chooses not to leave her out of it? Since you're okay with CADMUS targeting us and we don't get to respond, I wonder what would happen if they experimented on someone important to you. Something tells me those scientists would suddenly all get aneurysms-"

J'onn: "You leave. My mate. Out. Of this."

[squigglebug]

playlist is happening

I've started with just a few songs, one for each member of the gang, though I do plan on adding some more.

Silas Flint: Big Iron by Marty Robbins

I really considered this for Delacy, since he did literally win a shootout against a villain. But ultimately, I think the character of the ranger is far more similar to Silas. Even since his break with the law, Silas is motivated by justice and his desire to do the right thing. I really do see him as someone in the fight against those who hurt others.

Most fitting line: "Oh, he might have went on livin', but he made one fatal slip / When he tried to match the Ranger with the big iron on his hip"

Nate Jansen: Hey Mister by Poor Man's Poison

Nate's a wanderer. He doesn't have much of a direction or goal, but he knows he needs to keep moving. Johnny described this whole wildcard thing as basically being Nate's retirement project, but I think becoming Harrowed and now having this supernatural entity to contend with has added a new layer of haunted-ness to Nate's existence. He's no longer living on the borrowed time of old age, but he is in a constant struggle for control of his own soul.

Most fitting line: "The devil's been on my back now for quite some time / Yeah, it's just been me and him, and the whispering wind / And it's, it's time to find a little peace of mind"

Delacy: Gun Song by The Lumineers

I realize it's a tad ironic to give Delacy a song that repeats the line "I don't own a single gun," but hear me out. I considered this one for Garnet due to the references to a father, but ultimately went with Delacy because wanting to live a life different from that of his parents is the whole reason he's out here. Rooster represents freedom, change, and a new life for him, and I think that matches the song perfectly.

Most fitting line: "And one day, I pray, I'll be more than my father's son / But I don't own a single gun"

Edie Valentine: Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

There's a lot of love in Edie, but beneath that sweet exterior is also a lot of strength. Not that strength is the opposite of love in any way-- Edie's love for her brother, for her friends, for the people she needs to protect is what makes her strong. She's kind and she's fiery, she's sweet and she's determined. She knows the path she's on isn't an easy one, but she'll be damned if she lets anyone talk her off of it.

Most fitting line: "You have a mind to keep me quiet, and although you can try / Better men have hit their knees and bigger men have died"

Garnet Munroe: The Hand That Feeds by The Crane Wives

Garnet is a tough one, because we don't actually know all that much about her. We know that she was raised by her father, and he seems to have been the one who taught her how to play cards, though it's unclear if he also had Garnet's hex-slinging abilities. What we do know is that the relationship had a significant effect on Garnet. In fact, as far as we know, it's the most significant relationship of her life. I decided to go with a song that reflected that.

Most fitting line: "My papa taught me how to howl / How to bare my teeth and growl / He taught me that the hand that feeds / Deserves to be bitten when it beats"

[pr1mrosez]

Heyy I've never done a request before but I hope you'd like to respond to it! ^^

I wondered what Peeta Mellark’s and Johanna Mason’s rather smutty headcanons would be. But I don’t necessarily ask for both of their headcanons of course!! If you’re comfortable with only writing about one of them it would already bring me much joy to read!!

Greetings and love💕

Hi! Just doing some catch ups and writing out requests, I have a few hcs for each, so I'll just do a few hunger games nsfw hcs :) I also will clarify that all of these headcanons are post rebellion and all of the characters are over 18. I'm going to keep it to 5 each, but I have so many more for all of them

Katniss Everdeen ♫↬ She's a top lean switch

♫↬ She isn't very experienced, but don't let that stop her, she's good at what she does ♫↬ If she has a rough day, she likes to destress with her head between your thighs or vise versa ♫↬ She's a jealous thing, so if someone flirts with you, she's keep her hands on you but when you two are finally alone, she'll mark you up so you'll remember that you're hers ♫↬ she's slow and soft, so she doesn't really do quickies, but it it presents itself and you're in the mood, it'll have to do, and she's okay at aftercare, not fully indepth but she will clean up and check on you with some water

Peeta Mellark ♫↬ He's a bottom, theres no way he can top unless he has major motivation. that being said, quickies in public are a no go because he's really loud ♫↬ one of his major turn ons is seeing you wear his clothes ♫↬ he has mommy issues, of course he has a praise kink, and he also has a thing for his hair being pulled ♫↬ he has no previous experience, but he wants to learn, so you teach him. he doesn't care what position you're in, as long as he can see your face anything is good ♫↬ he's amazing with aftercare. he has snacks in the bedside table and little bottles of water, gives you a bath and washes your hair for you, all of the things

Johanna Mason

♫↬ She's a top, she doesn't like to bottom ever. ♫↬ she's rough, she's touchy, and damn is she possessive. if someone flirts with you, she's on you like flies on honey. she isn't one for pda but this is the exception. ♫↬ she isn't good at apologies. when you're upset with her, she'll spend hours between your thighs, getting you to forget why you were even mad in the first place. ♫↬ she's a hands on learner. when you are both starting out, she takes her time to map out every inch of your body with her hands over and over again until its memorized ♫↬ her aftercare game is pretty good, she always makes sure to have some water and a couple of towels on hand just incase.

Finnick Odair

♫↬ He's a switch, I don't think he has a preference ♫↬ Because of his trauma with sexual situations, he always wants to make sure he has your consent before he does literally anything. He's a very gentle guy. that being said, he doesn't really get jealous, because at the end of the day, he knows whos bed you'll end up in at the end of the night. ♫↬ he loves to tease. he's amazing with his tongue (i mean have you SEEN the water scene in catching fire??) and even better with his dick. he knows how to hit every spot that makes you scream ♫↬ he's got a praise kink. call him a goodboy and he is gone ♫↬ he's really sweet when it comes to aftercare. He's whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he cleans you up and then he'll cuddle you to sleep. there is not a singular time he has ever forgotten aftercare because of some sexual trauma from the capitol.

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Requests are open :)

@mxdnights0

[thatonecrookedsmile]

I would say that, considering his history, he's not that wrong, but even I have doubts as to whether that would be right. But at the end of the day, this is just a joke that's been in my head for a while, sooooo…eh.

Oh hey, an attempt at a comic? Made by me? That I didn't give up during the process or lost all motivation? What was my only attempt at this, 2019? Damn, it's been a long time.

I thought about leaving this here without editing or any colors, just the natural ones from the paper and pencil. But something in my head said "HAHAHA, no" so I went back to work. I had to put this idea down on paper this time (literally). If another year passes without me being able to execute this idea, I would lose my mind.

This scenario was inspired by this video by Jehtt, inspired by the original meme by Windii. Credits to both of them.

For a long time I wanted to joke - especially on the anniversary - that I wanted Sammy to only have less than 5 seconds in the next game (or in other words, take his screen time in DR, and shorten it even more). You know, just for the funnies (unless..?) But,thanks to the news released at the beginning of January this year about The Cage, I legally can't do this joke anymore…this year. Don't worry, after that comes out (and finally gives Sam the screen time he wants,hopefully) and we start to crawl into the Bendy 3 production era, I'll make this joke when I can.

Anyway, happy birthday Sammy Lawrence. You may not be my favorite character in this franchise, but there are some things I can actually appreciate about you. Plus, you made me laugh a few moments before (you know what I'm talking about) so there's that.

And happy 7 years to Chapter 2, and by extension, Susie, Norman, Alice, the Searchers, (Johnny????), and Beta Ink Bendy. (I would mention Jack too, but he was only introduced with the release of CH4, so technically it's not his birthday yet, but I'll consider him here).

And now? May I be able to do something for CH4's anniversary. Wish me luck,cus I'll need it.

(it might be really late now, but it's still the 18th where I live, so it's still his birthday, so I still won)

[monstrifex-art]

how long have you been drawing art for? do you have any advice for someone who wants to start but has literally no idea how to??

I mean, the honest answer is like 25 years.

I've been drawing since I was a tiny child so you probably shouldn't listen to my advice lol. But if I had to give one tip, it would be that the most important thing is to find what motivates you. Trying to brute force yourself to practice through sheer will is damn near impossible. Some people are lucky enough to find joy in nothing but the act of drawing itself, but most aren't that way especially at first.

For me, my motivators are doing projects and challenges with friends, making art that gets positive attention, and making art that appeals to my horny brain.

Horny brain is a LEGIT motivator and has brought me more progress in the last few years than I had in the previous decade.

[imobsessivesometimes]

Eazy-Duz-It // Logan Howlett x Reader

PT 4

a/n ok last of spam post as of 11/22/24 ('merican notation)

this chapter genuinely took me so long to write, writers block is so real

"Ok!" I clapped my hands to begin, "Since it's our first lesson, I think we should get to know what kind of music you like!" The kid in front of me was scrawny, grumpy, overall uninterested. Ororo told me the only reason why he signed up is because she asked. Guess the kid has a crush on her.

"I don't really listen to music." he remarked listlessly. He hunched in his chair like he was rivaling the guy from that Notre dame movie. It was hard to keep my eye from twitching. I have NO idea what I'm doing.

"That's ok! Yeah, that's, yeah, totally fine. I, uh, actually put together a list of a few songs that I think matches your--uh--vibe!" I grabbed the folder on the piano bench to my right, opened it and grabbed a semi-crumpled piece of paper out of it. "I had seen you in the halls a few times, Oror--I mean, Storm, Miss Ororo, Miss Storm? --anyways, she pointed you out to me and, well, just look at it." I put out the piece of paper to him and he grabs it limply. His eyes rack over the small list and looks back at me unimpressed. "Oh! Right, right, you don't listen to music, so obviously you wouldn't know most if not all of these songs. That's ok! We can listen to them on my speaker and that can be our lesson for the day. And maybe next time we can figure out if you'd like to play an instrument, which one, or if you'd like to sing." I take the piece of paper back from him. I stand up to go to the piano where a small speaker is perched on the top. I que a few of the songs and we started to listen. He slouched down further and crossed his arms. 

Dark Entries (Bauhaus)

The kid emanates a punk attitude. Ororo had mentioned he barely listened in class, didn't participate in exercises unless he wanted to, and he talks back to Charles Xavier. Maybe music that'll get him to stomp around and move will be what he needs.

As the chorus came on, I saw his foot start to tap to the beat, or at least what he thought was the beat. I could see the slight movement of his head rocking. I think I might've clocked what he'll like. I played a few more songs until our 50 minutes was up. I gave him the list again and told him to explore different artists within the same genre. He seemed excited to see me next week.

I lean on the door frame, watching him walk away. His head bopped a little bit, I could feel that his heart was still beating at the same bpm as the last song we listened to. It honestly made me happy to see. Maybe this faux-"music therapy" was going to work. Before I turned back into my little classroom, I heard a gruff voice call out to me.

"Hey, teach," Logan lounged down the hallway, quickly making it over to me in a few strides, "I see you got Jacob to sign up?" he smirked, clearly knowing the kind of kid he was.

"I wish, Ororo did, actually. I think the kid has a thing for her," I scoffed with a smile. Logan leaned against the wall next to the side of the frame I was against. "Not busy?"

"Nah, sometimes you gotta ditch your own class." he shrugged. This guy, I tell ya. "I forgot you got put down here. All good?"

"Yeah, thanks for asking. I didn't think you were the type to check on the noobie." I pushed his shoulder slightly. It was odd, though. The first impression I got from him is that he didn't give a damn about anything or anyone. Maybe Jean Grey, if my eyes are working properly.

"Eh, well, I thought I'd be charitable, for once." he shrugged, "I was told I need to be 'nicer'" he put in quotes, his eyes roll under his furrowed eyebrows. All in jest, I think. 

"Mm, that's sweet," I say, "Got some more time on your hands?"

He raises an eyebrow at me, "Why?"

"I just thought maybe you'd wanna listen to some music with me. I don't have any other students today, literally only one signed up. Maybe you'll be more motivated to work after." I shrug. I try not to let my nerves get the better of me. Asking Logan to basically hang out was not something I was expecting to come out of my mouth, but something in me wants to spend more time with him. Something in me makes me want to get to know him better, maybe even help him. Also, if students know that I'm buddies with the big bad Logan, they'll want to sign up for lessons with me!

Logan looked at me suspiciously. I purse my lips in a thin line with wide eyes waiting for him to answer. "I don't really listen to music, kid, hate to break it to ya."

"Literally no one here does," I push off the frame with an eyeroll. It's getting frustrating how none of these people want to even try to get into something new, "Well, I'm going to practice piano, or something. Have fun at-- well, at whatever you do," I still give him a smile before I retreat back into my room. He gives a grunt in response when I close the door. I plop down on the piano bench and sigh. 

Being in this mansion was starting to get suffocating. And being in this little room with one window felt worse than that stupid shipping container. Worse than anything that fucking "RainTec" did to me. I don't understand why no one has come to talk to me about, or even to see if I'm ok. I am, but it'd still be nice to be asked. I hope I'm not always going to be useless and invisible here. I'm hidden in the farthest corner on the highest floor of this place. It's a wonder why Logan was up here in the first place. Maybe he goes on walks or something, I don't know. He's a weird guy, nothing he does would surprise me, honestly. Well, except if he started acting like Ororo or Kitty.

I sat at the piano for a while; for how long, I don't know, I don't have a clock. My speaker pinged and a muffled voice came out of it asking me to go down to the Professors office. I think it might've been Jean who hacked into my speaker. After another second, I get up begrudgingly. Sitting in my wallows was more appealing, ignoring this would be stupid, though. Besides, it's probably something important. I quickly make my way down to the first floor where Charles' office is located. I open the door to a few people around his desk, looks like I'm the last to the party. Scott, Jean, Ororo, and Logan were the people I recognized. There was another young man, he was blue with a tail and sharp teeth.

"Y/n, I'm happy you could join us on such short notice. I hope I didn't interrupt anything," Charles Xavier greeted. He's always nice to me. Skeptically, he might be a little too nice. "I know you haven't had any training, but the x-men would be at benefit of your knowledge and abilities for this mission." he began to explain, "You wouldn't be put on the battlefield, you'd be conducting behind the scenes work from the jet." he smiled.

"Uhm, ok? What is this mission even about?" I asked.

"My apologies, I forgot you weren't here when I went over it with the other x-men. We've found a base of RainTec's that we have records of you being held there recently. We've gotten reports of mutant's captive there, the mission is to help them escape and bring the base down in the process." he finished. The Professor didn't seemed bother in the slightest by my connection to RainTec, not even by the fact that I was also held captive there recently. But, despite that, this could be a good opportunity to prove myself useful. Maybe by helping them with this, it'll show that I can help people. Logan said that the first step is wanting to help, I guess this is my second. "Are you willing to help?"

"Yeah, sure." 

[tamelee]

i just saw a posts about novels that went like

sarada told sasuke he has lipstick stain, sasuke tries to wipes it off and she says he doesn't have one and sakura doesn't wear lipstick.

how do they defend this novels with their lives? it confirms sasuke never kisses sakura and doesn't know if she wears lipstick or not and kisses someone else who wears lipstick. it also confirms naruto likes to wear lipstick XD.

Please. These novels are ridiculous. Kishimoto already confirmed they’ve never kissed in Gaiden. Twice. 

(* something nicer = meant the forehead poke)

Though I wouldn't believe anyone if they said they actually like these novels, because the story (or lack thereof) is complete shit, but it’s fine if they do. A good story isn't the intention unfortunately. I genuinely wish that people understood what exactly it is they are defending. I’m writing a post for someone who asked something regarding canon, but I need to take brakes from it because it pisses me off that this happens constantly to franchises— not just Naruto. 

And in this case it’s even worse, or perhaps it’s just a prime example, because Jun Esaka (writer for some of these novels) made such a fool of herself on twt by making it all too obvious what her intentions were by writing them. (If it wasn’t already obvious.) First, when people pointed out the many flaws, she admitted that it’s “just her story” and “just her interpretation” (she had only read 'Naruto' for the first time a few months before that), but when other ss-shippers started to defend her and said she was a better writer than Kishimoto (as there’s 0 love between SS when he writes), she basked in that glory and went along with it. Even to the point that she completely disrespected Kishimoto, the story, the craft, openly made fun of other characters (mostly Hinata) and ships like NH and demanded her other novels to be animated as well. It’s unprofessional af. And then when fans asked her for a nsfw novel for SS she agreed and told them to harass the company about it. (She didn’t say ‘harass’ exactly, but come on you can’t be that dense given their reputation with staff.)

What are they defending? 

How can you defend anything when the motive is so obviously just personal bias/gain and/or financial profit to a company where both in this case don’t give a shit about the original story. It's not about shipping though, it happens all the damn time to all my favorite franchises and I'm genuinely sick of it. And it's not even about a writer writing about what they want either because I already expected that, but Esaka did her absolute best to try and disprove the bond between Naruto and Sasuke and change narratives completely even for individual cases for the sake of telling her "story". SNS-moments weren’t romantic to her and she quite literally made fun of it by copying them in her story to point out its "irrelevance", but give them to her het-ship and now all of a sudden it is romantic???? She basically calls Kishimoto a liar because ‘Sasuke Retsuden’ in particular is a direct response to ‘Gaiden’ (made by Kishimoto). She blatantly tried to disprove anything he said and indicated about her ship. She wrote about characters that, yes, have the same name as those in ‘Naruto’, but are so out of character it hurts. It took me months to recover my lost braincells. 

I don't think my post about it is still up, but to name a few things in that novel if you're interested: Sasuke resents Naruto and his test-tube daughter because he’d rather travel with Sakura, his wife whom he loves so much. But he has to do stuff just because Hokage Naruto said so and his daughter wants to stay in Konoha so he has no choice but to comply. Being apart from his wife-(did we mention he loves her so much? because he does. so much.)- makes him feel so very lonely and he misses her body so much because he knows it so well. He fails to do anything other than being jealous about the women-deprived prisoners going after the new hot doctor, Sakura, who is his wife btw. that he loves a lot in case you missed it. and he rather stares at trees that remind him of her than helping his friend Naruto who’s apparently dying from his own chakra or whatever kind of bs. Sasuke lets himself be bullied by prison-guards that aren’t even Shinobi, for having long hair and looking like a girl, though Esaka makes sure to mention how so very handsome he is and he looks like a cat. Sasuke loses a battle against an overgrown lizard and tries the same damn jutsu 4 times(!!!!) before realizing it may actually not work, I think because he forgot how to fight, but he can however create anything from ice like Elsa (Frozen), or from dirt like some Gaara-hybrid to make Sakura a ring because he loves her so much ofc… oh and he’s now a healer too. Sasuke sacrifices people’s lives even when it’s not necessary at all bc ig Esaka thinks he's a killer, and also he wouldn’t mind being brought back with Edo Tensei if it means he can stay with Sakura, because fuck everything they’ve been through in the original story, yeah? They also immediately forgive the bad guy cuz he's so relatable even though he just murdered I dunno how many people. SS kiss while an injured Naruto is squished in between them because SS-shippers have some sort of “Naruto has to watch our ship being in love to really make it legit because that’ll learn him for getting in between!”-kink (that's real actually) and according to Esaka, Sasuke is so worried about his daughter and in fact did meet up with them during those 10+ years because he loves them oh-so-much and fuck you Kishimoto that’s why. 

Be so fr right now. It’s such a joke. And these are just the few things on the top of my head that I remembered ;-; ...

Again, what are they defending exactly? It would be nice to just have a genuine fan of the story write an actual story. No other motive other than "I really like the story and would love to explore some options while respecting Kishimoto's work because it'd be fun!" Except, that's unfortunately not very marketable and ffs it's just sad. (I know there's a Kakashi version and I personally really want to know more about his role as Hokage and what he's done etc, but alas.)

[eeveleon]

something like inemuri

and so it starts hehe this event rlly is so motivating ShikatemaMonth24 - Daydream + Family Bonds

Read here on AO3

Temari turned the lights on to her room and immediately groaned. “Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping.” 

Her husband didn’t even bother opening his eyes. “Maybe I’m still tired.”

She sat down heavily next to him. “That doesn’t matter. You’re always tired. If I waited around for you to not be tired, I would literally be wasting my life here.”

“Tch.” Shikamaru scoffed. “You’re getting dramatic - spending too much time with Ino.” He blindly reached a hand out, trying to pull her closer. 

“You’re getting dramatic.” Temari retorted half-heartedly. 

Though there wasn’t really anything else for her to do until dinner time, so she let him drag her onto the bed and push her down on a pillow. Temari draped an arm around his chest, settling in. 

For a few minutes, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing resonating in the room.

Temari played with some hair that had gotten loose from his ponytail. “How was your week?” 

She was answered with a low, drawn-out groan.

“Troublesome.”

Shikamaru reached up to rub his eyes, moving his fists in slow circles. He took a deep breath as he began to recount his week. “The office is always behind on paperwork, but it went from bad to worse when some idiot submitted an unfinished draft for our trade policy with the Land of Calm Seas. Meetings delayed, discussions interrupted, all to track down and replace it with the real thing. But that was still shit, so I had to rewrite the entire damn thing, and then apologize to the Nagi officials for the inconvenience.” 

He let out a long-suffering sigh, as if even thinking about work on the weekend was exhausting - which for him, it probably was. “And this was on top of all the usual rubbish that goes on in the Tower.”

Temari hummed in response, using her fingernails to scratch lightly at his scalp, a favored act of his, from his frequent naps on her lap. Though, thinking about it, they hadn’t lounged on their back porch for a while now. She was busy with their family, home, and special jounin trainees, and his work days had long since bled into nights.

“Sounds like you need a real vacation then, huh.” Temari said as she got up, resting on her elbow. 

“Yeah, but with Naruto’s never-ending drama, I’m going to have to leave the village if I want a break.” He only half-joked.

“I’ve always thought that, once you retire from being the advisor, we’d move to Suna.”

“Retire?” Shikamaru snorted, a little sadly, folding an arm behind his head on his pillow. “Who's gonna let me retire?” He muttered bitterly.

Temari leaned closer to him. “I am.” 

Shikamaru gave her an odd look. Why would she be the one letting him retire? Temari was the last person on earth who would let him laze his life away - she wouldn’t even let him do it for a weekend. 

She covered his eyes with her hand and sighed dramatically. “Close your eyes, and imagine this.” She started, her voice lowering almost seductively. 

“We wake up in our room in Suna, around eight, eight-thirty-”

Eyes dutifully closed, Shikamaru made a noise of complaint. 

“- we have sex -”

He hummed, satisfied. 

“- and you go back to sleep.”

Cue a much more pleased sound. 

Temari tapped her fingers on his chest. “Meanwhile, I go back to work at my old job at the political diplomacy training office, yelling at and bossing around my subordinates. Once I’m done giving them a good scare, it’s twelve o’ clock and I come back to wake you up for lunch.” 

Shikamaru’s brow furrowed at the thought of getting up in Suna’s midday heat, but stayed silent. He’d gotten more than his usual amount of sleep. 

But Temari wasn’t done. She dug her nails into him lightly, scratching circles in his skin through his shirt. “First, we have more sex, then you make me lunch as I shower.” 

And Shikamaru couldn’t see anything wrong with that. Sleep and sex was a very enticing combination, and he could definitely make his wife some food after that. “Temari,” he mumbled. “That sounds really good.”

“Quiet, I’m not done.” She shushed him. “After lunch, I go back to work and you let Gaara pick your brain for solutions to the problem of the day. Don’t make a face,” she scolded. “It’s how we live for free - and you like having discussions with Gaara.”

That was true, he did like talking to his younger brother-in-law, as Gaara was harder to rile up than his sister yet more serious than his brother. They had had many thoughtful conversations over the years, both for work and just for their own entertainment. And Gaara was certainly a more reasonable Kage than Naruto. 

Also, living for free? That was a perk on its own. 

“Besides,” Temari continued. “I can’t let your intelligence rust away like that. Or do you think I’m with you for your body?”

“Definitely my body.” Shikamaru chuckled, followed by a laugh from Temari. 

“Yeah, maybe twenty years ago.” She punctuated her tease with a light slap to his stomach.

“Hey!”

She didn’t give him any more time to complain about that comment. “Shut up now, this is only half our day. Once work is over, I go and train with Kankuro for a few hours, maybe bully him and beat him up while I’m at it, the usual.” 

Shikamaru nodded, waiting for her to tell him what he would be doing during that time. He wasn’t at all surprised with her choice of activity. It seemed like the older she and Kankuro got, the more childishly competitive they got with each other. 

“Meanwhile, you go to that little park near the Council’s hall - you know, the one with the training ground? They have these tables set up for old people like you to play shogi on, so you camp out there and play a few games against your fellow elderly men as they leave their musty offices.”

“All this talk about my age.” He groaned, though there was no real aggravation in it, he’s still too pleased with the idea of spending half his day in bed followed by a late afternoon full of shogi. “Which one of us is older here?”

Temari pinches the side of his stomach, jiggling it a bit. “Remember when there was no fat here?” She retorted.

“Hey!”

“Anyways,” She went on without a care. “I come pick you up at around six. We take a nice walk through the town market - I can’t have you get too out of shape - and then go out for dinner at a different place than the day before.”

After a minute, when Temari didn’t say anything else, Shikamaru peeked an eye open. His wife was staring off into space, an unusually soft look on her face. 

“Temari,” he called quietly. “What next?”

She blinked and turned to look at him, the small smile growing into his favorite toothy grin. “Next? We take a much slower, long walk through the dunes on the east side of the village.” She laced her fingers through his. “We hold hands, talk about our day, make fun of each other, reminisce about when we were younger... then go home.”

“And then we sleep?” Shikamaru asked, closing his eyes again as he imagined this perfect scenario. 

All the day-dreaming was lulling him to sleep, and wife’s soothingly husky voice wasn’t helping for that matter. 

He felt Temari settle closer to him. “Well. First we have great sex again, and then we sleep.”

Shikamaru laughed, his eyes shooting open. Sleep, shogi, and sex. His wife really did love him.

Temari was smiling down at him, her loose hair obscuring some of his sight. “And the next day we do it all over again.” She finished, and closed the distance between them with a kiss. 

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body half on his. He sighed happily, murmuring in her ear. “It would be... amazing, to live like that. With you.” 

“It will be.” Temari corrected him, leaning above him again. “That’s going to be our future; I’ll make sure of it.” 

He loved the determination and commitment in her words. While he was more than happy with how their life was now, it felt good to know that she was planning for the rest of their lives already. 

“Of course, it’s going to be a looong while before it becomes a reality. And not just because of your duty to our dear Hokage.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Wanna know why?” 

Shikamaru blinked at her. He wasn’t sure if he liked that look in her eyes. In fact, he was hoping she would join him for the nap he was about to take - all the thinking and imagining had really tired him out. Still, he played along a little longer. “...Why?”

Temari pressed a finger to his lips. “Just wait and listen.” She rested her head next to his, and they lay in silence for 3, 2, 1...

“Mom! Ayuna is being a little brat again!”

“No I’m not! Dad!”

Temari shook her head at their children’s yells. “That’s why.” The fondness in her voice gave away her true feelings on the interruption, though. 

Shikamaru groaned, trying to sink deeper into his pillow. He should have known. His life had been going peacefully for far too long. 

His wife noticed his discomfort and just laughed. She patted his arm. “And who wanted to be a father?” She said mockingly.

“Temari, I love our kids. Very much.” He sighed loudly. “But you practically had me in a genjutsu for the past half hour, so I’m going to need a minute.” 

Temari threw her head back and laughed, obviously pleased with herself. She sat up and started to slide off the bed. 

“Take your time. I know I’m pretty powerful.” She shot over her shoulder, her hand trailing on the doorframe as she disappeared down the hall. 

Shikamaru stayed where he was sinking into the mattress, just listening to the distant sounds of his family’s chatter. He heard the back door to the porch slide open and closed as the laughter faded. 

All of a sudden, the urge to sleep for the next couple days wasn’t that strong anymore. 

Those dreams of a simple life weren’t so far away - they were just outside.

Shikamaru set his feet on the floor and got out of bed.

[cutesymiga]

Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait.

Hey guys, I just wanted to let you guys know about a few things, so I hope you take the time to read this. This post is about my long absence from the internet: I was focusing more on my personal life, and also I was busy in college (6 classes type of busy, for those wondering college is much harder than K-12 where I live at least). I was not dead, or anything like that (In case you guys worried) I was genuinely tired of the internet, and I was extremely burnt out, and not to mention my mental health was completely shit! (Excuse my profanity), like seriously I was attending both counseling and therapy, not to mention I had to switch my meds earlier this year. and My mental state was the worst it's ever been! So I took some time to myself to try and get my mental health back in shape. In addition, I was not my best, I was so damn burnt out that I didn't want to post regularly or even at all! So I took a very long break to try and recover. I am sorry if I worried the Mascotverse community or anyone, it genuinely wasn't my intention. I also have an announcement regarding my stay in the Mascotverse community.. I have decided to step away from it, I will still post about mascots, but I just need to step away from the community, (Except for @cuddleslover1738, you're cool-), I am going for more of a Indie content creator type thing, as well as add more topics on things I like! But no, I am not joining commentary, or the ACC (Those two places are a mess in my opinion, it's my opinion, based on the major drama that happened starting with the Creepshowart drama, all the way to now, the JAR drama) (And if he is reading this: (Somehow but I doubt it) dude as an Autistic person, please stop blaming your Autism for something you KNEW you were doing, it gives not just me, but all of the genuinely good people and content creators who have it a bad name! And the reason people are saying "You rizzed up a P--o" is because you literally were, and you didn't even do the fuckin' research! (And, about my tweet from last year I no longer support Birdie/Jack, he's a fuckin' creep he (Need I remind you) Made a meme that Portrays MAPS (Minor Attracted PDFs (Please don't look that up if you're a child, that shit isn't good by any means)) In a POSITIVE LIGHT! And I am genuinely sorry for not doing more research on this topic before tweeting that, I genuinely hope the people who gave their money to him get their money back! I know I should've said it sooner as soon as the stuff on him started to come out, but I just wanted to get that out of the way now, But please don't support Birdie/Jack/Whatever the fuck they go by now, and please do proper research before you tweet for a cause like that, and I have been doing proper research since the tweet offline so ye-). And also one more thing: I will not be tweeting about just one specific topic any more, I will be posting more topics besides Mascots, and to sum it all up: I am not apart of the Mascotverse Community due to: Burn out, Toxic Drama, Lack of motivation, College, bad mental health, as well as wanting to Branch out from just the mascot community, to everyone who is shocked I am leaving, please know this was coming at some point, and thatI just needed to accept that, also I still like mascots, but I just won't be apart of the mascotverse community, happy valentine's day, have a good night/day/afternoon, and I will post sometime later.

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But You Can Do The Job When You're In Town

Advent Calendar Day 9! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Christmas Market | Online Date | Stood Up Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: Tred 1.1k[Ao3]

Trent sighed, glancing once more at his watch and the unanswered message on his phone. It had been 30 minutes without a response, Trent standing alone at the edge of this Christmas market, the lights so cheery and happy around him,so he could now be reasonably certain that he had in fact been, officially, stood up.

Trent from a few years ago would have found this devastating. Humiliating! Proof that he had never been loved and never would be.

This Trent was too old, too tired to even entertain thoughts of succumbing to self-loathing in misery. He was disappointed. He was annoyed he’d had to hire a babysitter. He was… hungry. Definitely hungry. But that was about it.

He sighed again, pocketing his phone and turning to head back to his place. Maybe he’d fine a nice restaurant to eat at by himself. He already had the babysitter, he might as well.

“Trent Crimm!”

Enter Ted Lasso.

And now Trent was feeling a little embarrassed.

He turned toward Ted with an attempt at his usual swagger. “Ted Lasso.”

Ted grinned, doing a little job to catch up to Trent even though Trent wasn’t moving.

“Well, hey there, stranger,” Ted said, hands in his pockets.”Fancy seeing you!”

This was a joke: Trent had been at Nelson road earlier that very day. But Ted always greeted him as if he hadn’t seen him for several years.

“Yes, well,” Trent gestured around at all the merry lights and tents. “I am not immune to a Christmas village.”

“Apparently not,” Ted agreed, rocking a bit on his toes. “I am surprised you’re here without little Lady Clara. Seems like she would love something like this.”

Trent smiled, not bothering to hide it like he normally would have. He loved how much Ted loved his daughter. “Yes, she would love this. I’ll probably end up bringing her another night but, ah, no.” Trent winced. “No, she’s at home with a sitter.”

Ted immediately took his meaning. “Oh, so it’s date night?,” Ted looked around as if he’d be able to mark Trent’s potential date in the crowd. “I’m not holding you up, am I?”

Trent laughed, wryly, shaking his head. “No. No, it seems I’ve been stood up.”

Ted gasped, taking an actual literal step back. “You’re kidding me.”

“I assure you, I am not.”

“Well that’s just about the craziest thing I’ve ever heard,” Taid said, shaking his head. “Can’t imagine anyone standing you up. Where’s you find this person, Crazy Town?”

“No, uh, bantr, actually,” Trent admitted, reaching up to fiddle with his glasses. “Keeley convinced me. Thought I’d give it a shot.”

“Well there you have it!” Ted said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Trent. “No pictures on bantr. If they’d seen that glorious hair of yours, no way they could have lived without seeing it in person.”

Trent laughed. “So my conversation isn’t motivation enough?”

“For me, Mr. Crimm? Always. I’d cross oceans just to hear you say my name. But other men ain’t like me. They don’t appreciate the finer things.”

Trent blushed, ducking his head into his scarf. “Yes, well, his taste is in question,” he said, voice muffled into the fabric. “He suggested the market for our date.”

“Well hey now, the market is great!” Ted said, his grin rivaling the fairy lights for brightness. “I was supposed to come with Beard but he got caught up with some urban spelunking thing with Jane, so I figured I’d come myself! There’s no minimum entry fee on holiday fun!”

“I suppose you’re right,” Trent said, picking his face up a bit so Ted could see his returned good humor. “And lucky for me since I no longer have a plus one.”

“Well I’ll always be your plus one,” Ted said, earnestly. “So I guess while I could do this fair solo, I’m hoping you’ll invite me to join you.”

His smile was so gentle and hopeful, but his eyes were braced for rejection.

Trent would be damned if Ted saw another single day of rejection in his life.

“I’d love to walk the market with you, Ted,” he told him, meeting Ted’s eyes and matching his earnestness. He hoped Ted could see how sincere he was.

Ted’s smile widened and he bounced on his feet, his shoulders coming up like he was being filled with helium at the very thought that Trent might want to spend time with him.

“Great! Yippee, Bruce Lee. Okay so let’s–” Ted gestured back at the market, moved like he was going to take Trent’s arm, pulled away, scratched his neck. “Right, do you want to–”

Trent reached out and grabbed Ted’s hand. “You lead,” Trent offered and then showed Ted their clasped hands. “So I don’t get lost.”

Ted grinned, wide and uncomplicated. “Smart thinkin, Mandy Patinkin.”

Trent smiled back and squeezed Ted’s hand.

Ted pulled Trent through many shop tents, making them stop at stalls that were selling mulled wine and hot cider and mince pies and roasted nuts. He bought them both a sampling of so many things, telling Trent he wanted his honest review of everything.

They saw art tents and craft tents and Ted stopped them for a full set from the carolers, making Trent sway with him to every tune.

Ted got stopped by dozens of tourists – those who were only in town to see family and begged a selfie off him. Every local smiled at Ted apologetically, but Ted took every interaction like he was making new friends. He greeted the locals by name and connected the relatives with things he’d heard about them. “Brinda, this is your mom? Well you look like you’re healing up real well from that foot injury!” “Oh, no, you can’t be Shannon’s little cousin Bryce, I heard he was only a little thing! You’re gonna be taller than me by next week!”

And Trent might have gotten bothered by that – might have gotten dark and twisty in his head about how Ted was so good and kind and why would he waste time on Trent – but every time, Ted would trot back to Trent, lacing their fingers together, and excitedly asking Trent where he’d like to go next. Like it was nothing. Like he wanted to be nowhere with Trent and didn’t care who knew.

So, naturally, Trent steered them toward the first arch with mistletoe he saw. And Ted kissed him like the bridge of a ballad: music swelling and bass building like everything in the song had come to this.

The fact that Trent had ever thought he could have a date with anyone else was laughable.

This was the only date he could have gone on. Ted was the man.

He would be deleting bantr, but he kind of wished he could send the first guy a fruit basket.