#m:before and after

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

“Agatha can’t control her powers and kills a bunch of people, this explains why Death is in love with her because it means she gets more bodies” No.

No no no.

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and the first time someone blasted her with their magic they died right in front of her and she was only seven years old and terrified and alone until suddenly there was a small little girl across from her who gently took her hand and told her it was okay”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and had a tantrum, purple exploding out of her, but the other witch was too fast and Agatha blinked and they were dead on the ground and she scrambled back against the wall, curling up into a little ball and shaking, shaking, shaking, until someone just as young and soft as her stroked her hair back and told her they knew it was an accident”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and was beaten and bruised by her mother until she couldn’t take it anymore and ran off into the woods and was blasted by someone who thought she was a witch hunter, and she didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. Agatha climbing into a tree and scraping her cheek and trembling as she stared at the lifeless witch, something rattling deep inside of her that sounded like a stranger’s voice. And then the stranger appearing through the thick, standing over the dead body and instantly looking up, looking for Agatha. Finding her in the tree and climbing in with her. Smoothing a thumb across her cheek until it didn’t sting anymore”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers and any spell she tries goes haywire, the final teacher that swore she could fix her grey and lifeless on the floor as Agatha sat up on the kitchen table and just stared and stared, tears falling, always falling, until that familiar face appeared through the bedroom doorway, watching Agatha, not the woman, and threaded their fingers together. Guided her to cracked, dusty skin and forced her to feel it, hand pressing hers into dead flesh and murmuring ‘exceptional’ under her breath before explaining every single step of reaping a soul. Talking and talking until Agatha wasn’t crying anymore, until she couldn’t remember why she had been upset in the first place”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers but she also couldn’t control her temper, and suddenly half of a coven was dead before her, barely eighteen years old, and then the girl, also freshly a woman, the closest thing she knew to having a friend, sliding up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder, wiping her tears away. Shushing her pleas of ‘why can’t I control it? Why do I ruin everything I touch?’ with soft murmurs of ‘there’s nothing wrong with you. You didn’t kill them. They simply… bent to your power.’”

I need “Agatha can’t control her powers but she sure as hell tried, until she was tied to a stake and her coven fell at her feet and her mother crumpled before her, hellbent until the moment she died to punish Agatha for things she had never meant to do. Agatha, with her grief and her relief and her freedom, finally, somehow still sobbing over her mother’s death, curled up far away and safe in the woods. Safe until Death came for her, hands cupping her face too tenderly, too delicately, and forced Agatha to meet her eyes. Death, who had somehow become the only one to ever show her mercy and kindness and compassion, leaning her forehead against hers and whispering ‘it’s okay. I am so proud of you.” Death leaning in so, so hesitantly and pressing the smallest kiss to her mouth. Breaths hitching. Eyes meeting. Long, loaded stares and trembling fingers and Death herself smiling at Agatha like she actually meant it. Agatha fisting her cloak and yanking her closer and letting Death suck the air right out of her lungs, and Agatha somehow living anyway”

That’s what I need.

[possiblyreallyme]

Ace's thighs are large for a reason

warning: thigh riding, Ace being a horny mf, slight sub Ace towards the end, lots of talk about sex.

Ace's body is muscled and strong— biceps bigger than your head, abs hard enough to feel like a wall when you bumped into him, pecks big enough to tease for having boobs bigger than Boa Hancock's, and sturdy thighs he'd just died to see you perched atop.

Your own thighs were always a weakness, plushy and soft compared to his own, but to see you loving his thigh just as much as he loves yours is something he craves. It's the first thing on his mind besides sex and eating you out, when he's out on a mission and wishing you were there.

He'd whimper and whine with you, hands on your hips to help you grind yourself along his muscled thigh, eyes darting from your skirt to your face, unsure of where to settle because how could he want to miss any twitch or scrunch of your nose, every time your lashes fluttered or how your lips curled into that pretty 'o' he knew would never hit his aching cock. But at the same time, why would he want to miss how your panties peaked out of your skirt each time you rocked forward? How could he miss the growing wet patch on the fabric that would eventually soak his own shorts?

"Please," He'd whine low in his throat, voice so masculine and deep and rumbled despite how pleading and weak he sounded. "Go faster, please go faster."

He'd beg as if he was the one being played with, but you'd roll your hips against his thigh in a quick pace anyway, and he'd groan when he finally felt a small puddle form on his thigh.

"Angel," He could never shut up, not when you looked so pretty on his thigh, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. "You're so beautiful, angel, ridin' my thigh better than anyone could."

He really thought his words were true, as dirty and unrealistic as they were, but he wouldn't stand for any doubt about it. How could anyone be better, when his cock was visibly twitching and throbbing and about to cum untouched, all because you rode his thigh so damn well.

Leaned back against the back of the couch, drool collecting in the corners of his lips and starting to bounce his knee, the sight of him so hot and flushed with those red freckles cheeks bringing you closer to the edge than he thought, because he gasped when he felt a gush on his skin.

His freckle-smattered cheeks turned red, and he watched how your hips stuttered in his palms. He felt like a damn virgin, watching a girl— a goddess, cum on his thigh, for the first time in his life.

Looking up with a whine, bottom lip trembling with suddenly glossy eyes— he felt 18 again, crying from the intense need to be balls deep in your cunt and because of how vulnerable the moment was.

"Please," He can't help but beg you, pawing at your hips as if his hands were tiny, unable to even let you recover as he peels you off his thigh. "Please, I need you, angel, please let me have you."

[greenhoodiegremlin-blog]

i see your “wu and garmadon started aging because they were separated/in different realms” and raise you;

its not just about them growing older. wu gives up immortality and becomes more human, less god, while garmadon starts turning into some sort of eldritch horror. into something inhuman. idk idk its just. such a wide divide.

[ceofjohnlennon]

"But before Mal could make the return trip to Greece with his family, John and Paul had flown back to England. Despite their misgivings about the habitability of Aegos, the boys instructed Alistair to make the purchase anyway, earning a modest profit when they flipped the property a few months later. Not wanting to disappoint Lil and the children, John invited the Evans family to spend a few weeks at his home in Weybridge. While they were there, Lily's father, William White, succumbed to a heart attack at age sixty-seven. Over the past few years, Mal had shared with her how intimidating John could be, so Lil was surprised when the Beatle brought her a cup of tea, let down his guard, and showered her with consolation. Like Mal, Lily would always remember John's tender gesture. 'It's very hard at times like these to give verbal comfort to anybody,' Mal wrote, 'but John was fantastic, and I knew that he gave Lil a lot of comfort in her hour of need — something I have always blessed him for.' Shortly afterward, Mal and his family made their sad return to Liverpool, 'where we were to receive a most beautiful letter from Brian Epstein, offering his condolences and sympathy.'"

ㅡ From the book "Living the Beatles Legend" by Kenneth Womack.

[dream-bloom]

stargazer lily <3

[daddykazuki]

10/3/23

Man, I've been kicked out of Miri's journal. Anna sensei greeted me this morning and gave me this humiliating notebook, smiling like she was talking about the lovely autumn weather or whatever else these ladies talk about, I hardly have any time to stop by and chat these days. I'm horribly busy! Busy! That damn Rei sits at home all day playing games with Miri while I go and bust my ass working two jobs to keep this house afloat. We'd have no electricity if it wasn't for me. No food! We'd be homeless! Of course I took a little liberty and told Miri's journal I was too tired to read what was in it and to forgive me I would look through it at the end of the week. I might have also vented about Rei.

And Anna sensei presented a bright red notebook to me today and said, "Please feel free to use it." So what could I do but humbly take it?! Fine, it's fine. Everyone's asleep now. Every day I come home and they're asleep. No one waiting with warm open arms for a tired dad. Fine!

Are you listening you damn notebook? I can hear those two snoring in my room, taking up all the space on my bed. Where am I supposed to sleep, the couch?! Ah, someone's awake. Rei’s coming down the stairs. Fuck, I really am tired, but I'll stay up a bit longer to chat with him goddamnit.

[hawkshuah]

lowkey cried while reading that lord

[bluepallilworld]

Boyo has 1 more year soooo new design :D

He's 11 now ✌️

[queer-lovebot]

regarding your tags on the kandreil vs kerejean poll. thea is also a raven though? like loyal to them til the end. how do we know she wouldn't also fall into the same bad habits... not trying to start a fight, i'm just genuinely confused.

Oh this is fun!! The important part about this is that we must remember there is so little of Thea in context of the actual series and from what I know, there’s not a lot about her in the EC (I haven’t read it and it’s not important to the OG post anyway). That being said, we Will need to use some of the EC to fill in her already lacking character.

This is gonna be analysis-heavy so forgive me for being wordy!

Thea has ofc gone through the terrible, horrible Ravens cult brainwashing as anyone else has. We don’t see her past Riko’s death, but we can assume she reacted similarly to the other Ravens. That kind of brainwashing is extremely difficult to fight against! And then having your essential cult leader die….yeah I’m sure she was going through it.

That being said, I think she can overcome it with careful therapy and a thorough care system. I’m sure Thea has friends and/or teammates that care about her and could support her through whatever breakthrough she had. I’m sure she cares enough about her spot on the Sirens to brute force her way to recovery. I even believe some distance away from the Ravens was enough to put even a little bit of apprehension of their practices after seeing that other teams — especially Professional teams — don’t do HALF of that shit is blind to be an eye-opener.

Combine those things together and Thea has a way out. I believe she gets better — at least functional. And the reason I believe this because of Kevin and Thea’s daughter! I don’t think either of them would raise a kid unless they were starting to heal from the Nest and made leaps and bounds. I don’t even think a child would be a thought to them UNTIL all that healing is done.

I also think Kevin needs to fully step out of the Ravens mindset to heal, and that means getting rid of the buddy system, and that means separating himself from Andrew a little bit!! Just a little bit. The same logic for Jean, really. Though these will be his closest friends and confidants, I think it’s easy to fall into habits with people you have an established history with. There’s a dynamic that’s easy and if you don’t pay attention, you can stumble back into it!!

I ALSO think Thea, being as strong willed as she is, will make Kevin at least start recovering before any kind of kid is involved. The way she stormed into Kevin’s dorm after hearing the news and threatened to break up? Her high position in the Ravens? Thea Muldani fights for what she wants and she will get it one way or another if it’s something worth fighting for.

Hence the therapy, hence the child!

Ofc bc Thea is so bare bones this is me doing analysis with scraps and more so going “What can Thea give Kevin that the others can’t?”

[caterpillarinacave]

Customer service is the WILDEST thing

[realyauza]

This hot springs scene...

[snufflimsuperstar]

I let him fuck because he gives me bruises during sex.

[ronandhermy]

thinking about the fact that jack doesn't actually have any friends pre-samwell. or at least none that he keeps in contact with. so not only did jack ghost/cut out kent he also cut out EVERYONE on his previous teams, schools, etc. which is just...incredibly sad. and would be interesting to see explored in a fic of jack trying to make amends to those people because, guess what, jack is an addict. he didn't magically stop being an addict when bitty fell in love with him. he may be sober now but there are people like kent who jack owes apologies to

[its-a-show-stoppin-number]

[princessg3rard]

what if i told you my nickname for you is Miss (gender neutral) Princess Rard?

SCREAMING CRYING KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR ilysm bunz <333