#maybe it's a coincidence. but maybe It's Not

[randomasfuk]

Okay, something that’s been pissing me off recently is the whole “Dick Grayson is a whore” thing. He absolutely is not. He has explicitly said so in the past (see the panels at the bottom of the post), and what pisses me off even more is people dismissing criticism of this as just “fanon mischaracterization.”

Him being portrayed as a whore is becoming canon now. I could be wrong on the timing, but it definitely seems more prevalent since he was canonized as Romani. And, conveniently, that just so happens to align with a massive Romani stereotype. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but it’s annoying as hell, whether it’s fanon or canon.

It’s the same way people reduce Damian to some rabid, violent creature that bites—another stereotype, this time about Arab people. It’s been pissing me off lately.

Tim and Bruce are the family whores, not Dick. In canon, he’s attractive and charismatic, but that doesn’t mean he’s a slut.

Can we please, for the love of whatever the hell you believe in, stop copy-pasting racial stereotypes onto characters? I don’t care if it’s unintentional. Stop it.

[st4rtar0t]

Signs Your Manifestation is Coming True ✨

Manifestation is a powerful process, but sometimes, we get impatient, wondering if it's actually working. The universe has its own way of showing you that your desires are on their way, and if you pay close attention, you’ll start to notice little signs. Here are some clear signals that your manifestation is coming true:

💫 You Start Seeing Angel Numbers – Repeating numbers like 111, 222, or 777 are not just coincidences. They are messages from the universe telling you to trust the process. If you keep seeing numbers related to your manifestation, it’s a sign that you are aligned with your desire.

💫 You Feel a Shift in Energy – Suddenly, you feel lighter, happier, and more optimistic, even if nothing big has changed yet. This is because your vibration is rising to match the frequency of what you’re manifesting. Your intuition tells you that something good is coming.

💫 You Experience Small Signs & Synchronicities – Maybe you’re manifesting love, and suddenly, you keep hearing love songs everywhere. Or you’re manifesting money, and you find random coins on the ground. These little “winks” from the universe are a way of telling you that you're on the right path.

💫 You Start Losing Things That No Longer Serve You – Sometimes, before your manifestation arrives, the universe clears out what isn’t meant for you. You may lose friendships, leave a job, or suddenly feel disconnected from certain habits. It may feel uncomfortable, but it’s making space for something better.

💫 You Dream About Your Manifestation – If you keep dreaming about what you want, it’s a huge sign that your subconscious mind is already aligning with it. Your dreams may show you symbols, messages, or even scenarios that feel so real—it’s your future self preparing you for what’s coming.

💫 Unexpected Opportunities Appear – You may receive random offers, meet new people who can help you, or come across unexpected chances that align with your manifestation. The universe works in mysterious ways, and sometimes, what you desire comes in a way you never expected.

💫 You Feel at Peace & Let Go of Desperation – When you stop obsessing over “when” or “how” your manifestation will arrive and instead trust that it will, you shift into the receiving mode. This relaxed state allows the universe to deliver your desires effortlessly.

[imathers]

And so the work week comes to an end. Had a tough, weird week; I managed to strain my shoulder quite badly over last weekend (doing nothing more than my normal exercises, with the weights I've been using for a while now) and my ability to do most things took a major hit for a while. Luckily it coincided with me having an extra busy work week and various appointments to go to. But at least I started having pain-free stretches again yesterday and there's a long weekend coming up, one that I currently have no set plans for (maybe I'll go to the AGO?). I am absolutely going to sleep in and try and give it my nothing, tomorrow at least. I hope you've had or will have less pain too, and you have a good weekend.

tomorrow im really gonna give it my nothing

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ be my valentine? ♡ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Third Years x gn! reader

𓏵 1026 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcannons, no pronouns used, fluff, a bit ooc(?)

First Years are done! Second Years are done, too! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

I think Cater would act like Valentine’s Day is just another excuse to flood Magicam with cute posts and aesthetic gifts. He’d play it off like it’s all for the fun of it, saying things like “Gotta keep up with the trends, y’know?” But deep down, he actually cares a lot about making the moment special for you.

His gift would be trendy and well-presented, maybe something sweet with a cute aesthetic, but if you look closer, there’s an extra personal touch—something that shows he actually put thought into your tastes. If you bring it up, he’ll wave it off with a playful grin, but there’s a rare moment of sincerity in his eyes.

"Aww, you really think so? Heh, well, I guess I did put a little extra effort into this one. Don’t get used to it, though! You’re just lucky I’m such a generous guy—ahaha!"

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I think Trey wouldn’t make a big fuss about Valentine’s Day, but he’d definitely prepare something nice for you. He’s the type to keep things warm and genuine—no flashy gestures, just something that shows he cares.

His gift would probably be a homemade treat, something classic and comforting. He’d hand it to you with an easygoing smile, acting like it’s nothing special. But if you compliment his effort or say it means a lot to you, you might catch the faintest dusting of pink on his cheeks before he clears his throat and chuckles.

"Glad you like it. Don’t go expecting fancy things from me, though—this is just how I show appreciation. Besides, sweets always taste better when they’re shared, right?"

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I think Leona would act like he couldn’t care less about Valentine’s Day. He’d scoff at the idea, calling it a “pointless holiday for lovesick herbivores.” But despite all his complaining, he still finds a way to acknowledge it—just in his own Leona way.

His version of a gift is low-effort on the surface, like tossing a small trinket or snack your way and mumbling, “Here. Don’t ask questions.” But it’s too perfect to be a coincidence—it’s exactly what you wanted or needed. And if you press him about it, he’ll groan, pretending to be annoyed, but his tail flicks behind him in amusement.

"Tch. You’re overthinking it. Just take it and don’t make a big deal out of it… Hah? Smirking at me like that—what, you want me to spell it out for you? Keep dreaming, herbivore."

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I think Vil would treat Valentine’s Day as a day of refined elegance. He’s not interested in cheap, over-commercialized romance, but he does believe in meaningful gestures done correctly. If he gives you a gift, it’s going to be high-quality, well-thought-out, and suited perfectly to your tastes.

He presents it to you with effortless grace, watching your reaction with quiet satisfaction. If you gush over it or tell him he’s being too generous, he’ll smirk and tilt his chin up, as if to say “Well, of course.” But there’s something softer in his gaze, something unspoken yet sincere.

"Naturally, only the best will do. Did you really think I’d give you anything less? Hmph. It would be embarrassing if my significant other had poor taste, after all."

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I think Rook would treat Valentine’s Day like a grand performance. He wouldn’t just give you a gift—he’d turn the entire experience into something poetic, dramatic, and entirely him. You’d probably receive a beautifully wrapped present along with a handwritten letter overflowing with romantic prose.

His excitement is impossible to contain, and if you get flustered, he only leans in closer, drinking in your reaction with an adoring smile. There’s no need to question how much he cares—he makes it very clear.

"Ah! The look of delight upon your face is a sight more dazzling than a thousand sunsets! Mon trésor, it brings me endless joy to bestow upon you this humble offering of my affections! Ahaha! Do not look away—your blush is exquisite!"

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I think Idia would panic at the thought of Valentine’s Day. He’d overthink it so much that he’d almost consider ghosting you until it was over. But after an entire night of agonizing over what to do, he’d finally settle on something—probably an item related to your interests, carefully selected after hours of research.

Of course, he’d struggle to actually give it to you. He’d probably send it through Ortho or leave it somewhere with an awkward note. And if you dare bring up how sweet it is, he’ll go into full meltdown mode.

"I-It’s not a big deal, okay?! It’s not like I stayed up all night picking it out or anything—ahaha—oh, Great Seven, this is so cringe, I wanna bury myself alive!"

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I think Malleus would find Valentine’s Day fascinating. It’s a human tradition he’s never properly experienced, but once he learns about it, he takes it very seriously. He approaches it like an ancient ritual—deeply thoughtful, highly ceremonial, and just a little too intense.

His gift is something extravagant—maybe a rare artifact, an ornate piece of jewelry, or something imbued with a hint of his magic. He presents it with all the solemnity of a king bestowing a royal favor. If you tell him he didn’t need to go all out, he looks genuinely puzzled.

"Why would I not? This is a day to express deep affection, is it not? A mere trinket would not suffice for one as precious to me as you."

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I think Lilia would be completely unpredictable about Valentine’s Day. One year, he might go all out with the most extravagant (and mildly terrifying) gestures—singing dramatic love ballads outside your window at 3 AM. The next, he might hand you something utterly chaotic, like homemade food of highly questionable origin.

But beneath all his mischief, there’s sincerity. If he gives you a genuine gift, it’s something deeply personal—maybe an old keepsake with sentimental value or a charm infused with protective magic. And if you call him out on how sweet he’s being, he only grins.

"Fufufu! Did I surprise you? Valentine’s Day is so much fun! Now, come, my dear—shall we dance under the moonlight, or shall I prepare another culinary experiment for you?"

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Spark to Heart — Transformers x Human!Reader Valentine's HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt for all of these is the bots reacting to Reader introducing them to the human Valentine's traditions!

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Autobots:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes the concept very seriously, encouraging his teammates to try and partake in it to respect human customs. He gets very flustered when you give him a present for the holiday, attempting to hide his blush behind his battlemask as he 'professionally' accepts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper ends up overthinking it a bit. He keeps second-guessing what would be perfect enough. He doesn't want to get something too obvious, but what else is there? What he does rather than a gift is setting up a stargazing date for you both

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet almost wants to skip the holiday, he doesn't really see the point of it. But when finding out it's a way of showing affection, he subtly picks it up. Gave you a heart-shaped box of little energon cubes. Even if you can't really eat them, the thought alone was touching, especially with how embarrassed he was delivering it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Jazz immediately sets out to make you a mix of music. He rapid-downloads all the cheesy human love songs he can find. When listening it to you, he tries to sing along to some of them, only knowing about 1/3rd of the words. It's the time with you that matters, especially seeing you laugh at his attempts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack immediately begins building something for you, and spends the next few weeks working through lab explosions. At the end of it, he gives you a custom-made gift— a heart that folds out to reveal a ring that ended up being the perfect bracelet size for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee takes to the idea immediately, and he snags a bunch of ideas for human customs. You get practically smothered in flowers he grabbed a servofull of out of a field, and he makes sure you have a plush that's of ample side (to him it was rather small, to you it was almost twice your size)

Decepticons:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron completely brushes off the idea once you tell it to him. A holiday all about love. How cliché, and disgustingly human. And yet, you wake up with a small bundle of roses and a little note waiting for you in the morning, and Megatron just so happened to clear his schedule... just a coincidence, he insists

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave is rather apathetic to the concept. He barely interacts with bots when it comes to romance, so his approach to humans isn't much different on the surface. On the day of, he has a schedule of hangouts for you to do together all planned out, and a collection of traditional Cybertronian songs for you to listen to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream absolutely laughs at the notion. That's really something humans dedicate so much time and energy to? So simple, so inane. But... you are free then, right? Because he is, and he supposes there's a spot nearby that would be nice for a lunch. And maybe he picked up a box of those stupid chocolates that are in all the human commercials. Don't look to much into it, he says

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shockwave looks at it from, of course, a logical view. He tries to think about how societally it makes sense to prioritize those types of relationships, even if he's never really had time for them. He'll also show up day of with a little bowtie and an invitation to dinner for you. It's customary to have a date, and he tells you outright that you were his first pick

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker might not see the point, but he's absolutely down to hang out with you. You've been his favorite human since the beginning, why not? He doesn't really know what to do, but any time you make a romantic gesture to him, he flushes in blush and ends up nervously and very gently holding your hand

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp takes the opportunity to have fun, inviting you out with him the second he knows it's free time off of work. He offers to take you for a flight, out for some pranks, really just anything you want to make the most of the day. At the end he even gives you a gentle kiss atop your head as a thanks for the fun

[10yearsofdnp]

February 16, 2015: A problem I have every day... or a problem I would have if I had more friends anyway! 😬👟🌧️🍕😴

+BONUS: Was TIT actually planned 10 years in advance?? We may never know!😱👀🤔

[wereoz]

wholove:

wholove:

theamazingspiderdeer:

Seriously, though…Jesse owns like 7 shirts. And this is one of them. It can’t be a coincidence.

Also, apparently he’s seen the play before with Justin Bartha. Maybe he really likes it and wanted to share it with Andrew!

AND THAT’S TOTALLY JESSE’S HAND!!!! THE WAY HE EXPLAINS THINGS WITH HIS HANDS IT’S EXACTLY THE FUCKING SAME.

OH AND CAN I JUST:

[ac1dmeow]

can you write a meet cute with au!powder??

powder x female reader

cw: fluff, non-established relationship, wlw content

the sun was shining, the air was warm, and you couldn’t have felt more content while walking down the bustling street of chatting townies. with your box of new supplies in your arms that you’ve been so excited to acquire, your day couldn’t be bothered even if someone tried.

POOM!

suddenly you’re on your butt on the cement. books and gadgets lay around you haphazardly, a few cogs rolling in random directions. then you’re hearing a raspy feminine voice panic above you,

“oh! i am so sorry! please, let me help you!”

a girl seemingly you’re age bends down to your level, and you’re met with a rather pretty view. all lanky limbs and blue hair tied up into two buns on her head, and choppy bangs lining her forehead that are oddly endearing.

you’re gaping for a moment before you realize, and shake your head. “nah, it’s nothing.” you bite your lip nervously while you help the stranger gather your stuff back into your flimsy cardboard box.

before you can even grab it yourself, the girl is hoisting the box into her arms as she stands. you immediately follow after, not sure what to say.

“you got an interesting lot, here. do you attend the academy?” she asks you curiously. then she seems to remember that she’s still holding your stuff and hands it back over to you. your arms suddenly feel like they’re made of jello.

“uh-huh.” you say.

“well that’s a fun coincidence. so do i!” the blue haired girl chirps. “the name’s powder.”

she’s holding out her hand for you to shake. and you just stare at it for a few seconds.

“oh no way!” you finally manage to respond. you almost fumble your box when you reach out to grab her hand. it feels warm and inviting—it makes you wonder how it would feel to have her arms around you. gosh, chill out.

“cute name. i’m y/n.” you nearly surprise yourself with the sly flirt. and it could be wishful thinking but you swear you see powder’s cheeks darken, and it makes you automatically smile.

“uhh haha, thanks!” she chuckles. a beat of silence passes where you watch her fix a strand of blue hair out of place. and that’s when you notice the streak of pink. how much more intriguing can this girl get?!

“where were you off to?”

powder’s question makes your heart leap. you swear your whole body lights up and you have to stop yourself from bouncing on your toes excitedly.

“to my dorm actually. i have a project i have to set up…” you realize it sounds like you’re turning down a possible invitation to hangout with powder. but then you realize she hadn’t actually asked for anything of the sort and she could actually just be curious about what the hell you were doing with a box of random scraps and books.

powder’s mouth opens to speak when suddenly a gruff voice from beside you makes both of your heads whip around.

“OI! get out of the middle of the road, wouldja!? folks got places to be ya know.”

both of you step to the side away from a mean looking old man like he’s the plague, unkept and frail leaning on a cane as he mumbles profanities and insults under her breath as he wobbles past.

“would you wanna exchange dorm numbers? maybe one of us can stop by and we can hangout sometime.” powder suggests calmly as if that didn’t happen.

you whip your head back around to face her. it takes you a moment to fully grasp what she said.

oh. my. god. a pretty girl just asked to hangout. she’s actually interested in you romantically. is this really happening!? oh-em-gee, oh-em-gee, oh-em-gee—

“yeah for sure! i’m 606 on the sixth floor!” your words are rushed and adrenaline-filled and you hope to whatever is out there that this girl can’t tell how ecstatic you feel right now. you hug the box tighter to your chest.

“oh hey, i’m just on the other end of the hall!” powder exclaims. “i’m in 624. gee, no wonder i haven’t seen you around yet. although, i’m also kinda surprised.” she snorts.

your head tilts. “so am i…”

another beat passes.

powder smirks and stands up straight. “i’ll let you go now. don’t wanna hold you up for too long—gotta get a head start on that project, amirite!?”

she begins to walk the opposite way you were heading, and your gaze follows her as she too seems to keep looking at you.

“you better show me that project once it’s finished! i have plans of seeing it.”

you giggle. your box nearly falls out of your arms again when a random bumps into you but you can barely pay any mind.

“i’ll make sure of it!” you shout. and then both of you are lost amongst the crowd once more.

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a/n: sooo.. happy valentine’s day ? 😀

[sofiatarot]

PAC: A promise of better dayz

In this pick a card, we’ll be diving into one of the best days of your life – the moments you have to look forward to, a glimpse into the situations that will bring you immense joy and fulfillment. We’re looking at a promise of your future, the days that will make everything worth it.

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I was listening to THAT 2Pac song, and I just knew I had to take a peek at that day – that day we should all look forward to. Our everyday inspiration should be the faith in that better day, that better day that’s a promise. I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or if there’s something in the air, maybe it’s the collective energy, but love definitely seems to be in the air. And honestly, it makes me a little emotional – knowing that we’re not, and never will be, truly alone.

Group 1

Cards: Page of swords (reversed), 8 of cups, queen of swords, death, king of swords, ace of pentacles (reversed), the hierophant, the tower (reversed), The star (reversed), queen of cups. (2 of cups at the bottom of the deck)

Okay, group 1... wow. Immediately, I’m drawn to this mix of the queen and king of swords – a powerful pair, matched in intellect and clarity. This feels like one of your best days is intertwined with a connection, potentially a destined partnership. It’s like you've been waiting for this person, consciously or unconsciously. And with the hierophant showing up, this isn’t just any connection. It feels fated, spiritual, like a union that changes the course of your life.

But let’s back up a bit. We start with the page of swords reversed and the 8 of cups. This is you walking away from something, maybe even feeling a bit lost or disillusioned. It’s like you've outgrown a situation or mindset, and that was necessary for what’s coming. The queen of swords follows, showing that you’ve gained clarity and strength from this journey. You’re decisive, ready to cut through the noise.

And then we have death – transformation, an end making way for a powerful new beginning. It’s like you needed to shed an old identity or belief to step into this new chapter. The king of swords mirrors the queen, showing someone who meets you at your level, intellectually and emotionally. This is where that 2 of cups energy comes in. It feels like a meeting of equals, a partnership that’s balanced, mutual, and deeply fulfilling.

Now, the ace of pentacles reversed is interesting. This might indicate a missed opportunity in the past or a delay in materializing something you’ve wanted. But The hierophant is here, almost reassuring you that the wait was necessary. It’s like the universe was orchestrating everything behind the scenes, aligning the timing perfectly.

The tower reversed tells me you’ve already gone through the hardest part – the breakdown, the chaos. You’ve rebuilt, and now you’re standing stronger than ever. The star reversed suggests that maybe you lost hope along the way, felt uncertain about the future. But the queen of cups closes this out, bringing emotional fulfillment and healing. There’s a softness here, a feeling of finally being understood and cherished.

With that 2 of cups at the bottom... yeah, this better day is undeniably tied to love, a destined partnership that brings everything full circle. It feels like meeting someone who sees you, truly sees you, and loves every part of who you are. This day will be a turning point, one of those moments where you look back and realize it changed everything.

Group 2

Cards: The hierophant, the hanged man, knight of cups (reversed), 2 of swords (reversed), 5 of cups (reversed), 7 of pentacles, the high priestess, 2 of pentacles (reversed), 8 of wands

Alright, group 2... the first thing that jumps out is the hierophant and the high priestess. This is no coincidence. These two together are like the ultimate spiritual pair. We’re talking about a connection that goes beyond the physical, something that feels almost otherworldly. This better day is tied to someone who just gets you on a soul level, someone you don’t need to explain yourself to because they understand you intuitively.

I’m looking at the hierophant and the hanged man together, and I feel like you’ve been waiting for this for a long time. It’s like life put you on pause, almost as if the universe needed you to be still, to reflect, to see things from a new perspective. And I get it – waiting isn’t easy. It can feel like nothing is happening, but this wasn’t time wasted. You were learning, growing, and preparing for this moment.

Then there’s the knight of cups reversed. I won’t sugarcoat it – this tells me there’s been emotional disappointment in your past. Maybe you opened your heart before and it didn’t go the way you hoped. It’s like you gave and gave, but didn’t receive the same in return. And that hurt, it made you question if real love was even out there for you. But then I see the 2 of swords reversed, and it’s like a breath of fresh air. You’re no longer stuck in your head, no longer torn between your heart and your mind. There’s a sense of clarity, a decision made.

Now, the 5 of cups reversed... wow. This is emotional healing, but not just the surface-level kind. This is you finally letting go of the past, releasing the grief and disappointments that weighed heavy on your heart. It’s that moment when you realize that all those tears, all those lonely nights, they were preparing you for something better. And the 7 of pentacles confirms this – you’ve been so patient, nurturing your dreams, healing yourself, doing the inner work. You didn’t give up, even when it felt like nothing was changing.

Then we get to the high priestess, and it all makes sense. You’ve always known, haven’t you? Deep down, you’ve always felt that something bigger was meant for you, even if you couldn’t explain it. This is your intuition guiding you, whispering that your patience is about to be rewarded. And then... the 2 of pentacles reversed. It feels like a release, like you finally drop what no longer serves you. Maybe it’s old fears, maybe it’s doubts, or maybe it’s a life that felt out of balance.

And then – boom – the 8 of wands. Everything starts moving. Fast. It’s like all the delays, all the waiting... it was building up to this. Suddenly, the path clears, and everything starts falling into place. I’m getting chills just writing this because it feels like one of those days where life changes in an instant. One minute, everything is normal, and the next, it’s like the stars align.

I can’t stop thinking about the hierophant and the high priestess. This is a spiritual union, and it’s not just about romance. It’s about meeting someone who speaks the same language as your soul. Someone who understands you without words, who sees the real you, the version of yourself that you sometimes hide from the world. This person... they were meant for you. It’s like you’ve danced around each other in past lives, always finding each other again.

And with the 8 of wands, I have to say it – this is coming sooner than you think. It feels so close, like you could cross paths any day now. And it’s going to be so natural, so effortless. You’ll look back and realize that all the waiting, all the heartbreaks, were leading you right here.

I keep coming back to those reversed twos – 2 of swords and 2 of pentacles. It’s like the end of confusion, the end of indecision. You won’t have to question this, you won’t feel torn. It’s going to be so clear, so obvious that this is meant to be. And that, that’s the beauty of this better day. It’s the day everything clicks.

This isn’t just a good day – this is one of the best days of your life. It’s the day you realize why it never worked out with anyone else, the day you feel everything fall into place. It’s the day your heart finally feels at home.

Group 3

Cards: 6 of wands, knight of cups (reversed), page of wands, king of pentacles, strength, 9 of cups (reversed), justice, the fool (reversed), 6 of cups, 4 of wands (2 of cups at the bottom of the deck, with judgment underneath)

Group 3... right away, I’m drawn to the contrast between the 6 of wands and the knight of cups reversed. It’s almost like you’ve reached a victory, you’ve got eyes on you, people admiring you, maybe even celebrating your achievements. But then, there’s that knight of cups reversed, like an emotional offer that’s delayed or held back. It makes me feel like there’s someone who wants to come forward, who sees you shining and feels all these things... but they’re hesitant. It’s almost as if they think you’re too good for them, like you’re out of their league now.

And then we get to the page of wands and the king of pentacles. I’m feeling two very different energies here. The page of wands is excitement, curiosity, this youthful spark of adventure. It’s like you’re ready to take on the world, eager for new experiences. But then the king of pentacles grounds all that fiery energy. This is stability, success, abundance. I’m getting this powerful image of someone who’s worked hard, who’s built themselves up from the ground, and is now ready to enjoy the fruits of their labor. It’s like you’ve mastered the balance between excitement and responsibility, between dreaming big and making it happen.

And right in the middle, we have strength. This is resilience, inner power, grace under pressure. You’ve been through so much, group 3. You’ve faced challenges that could’ve broken you, but you came out stronger. This better day is one where you look around and realize just how far you’ve come, how much you’ve grown. It’s that deep sense of pride in yourself, knowing that nothing and no one can shake you.

But then... the 9 of cups reversed. Huh. It’s that feeling of almost having it all but still feeling like something’s missing. It’s like you’ve achieved so much on your own, you’ve built this amazing life... but you want someone to share it with. And I’m looking at justice and the fool reversed right after, and it hits me – you’re ready for that new chapter, for that balance and harmony, but you’re cautious. You’re not about to take any reckless leaps. You’ve learned your lessons, and you’re not settling for anything less than what you deserve.

Then we get to the 6 of cups, the 4 of wands... and I can’t help but smile. These are such beautiful cards, so full of warmth and joy. The 6 of cups feels nostalgic, like reconnecting with someone from your past, someone who once made you feel safe and understood. And then the 4 of wands... celebration, union, pure happiness. It feels like coming home. And I can’t ignore the 2 of cups at the bottom of the deck, with judgment underneath. This is reconciliation. This is destiny. This is a soulmate.

I’m getting chills because this better day... it’s the day you’re reunited with someone who was meant to be in your life. Maybe you drifted apart, maybe timing was off, but they’re coming back. And it’s so beautiful because it’s not just about love – it’s about deep, soul-level understanding. It’s like meeting a mirror of your own soul. I mean, look at the combination – 6 of cups, 2 of cups, 4 of wands, judgment... this is divine timing. This is fate stepping in.

Oh, and I almost forgot – the judgment card below the 2 of cups. This is a wake-up call, a moment of clarity, of realizing exactly why everything happened the way it did. It’s like looking back and finally understanding the bigger picture. This better day... it’s the day you find closure, healing, and the love you’ve been waiting for. It’s the day everything clicks, and you feel complete.

I have to mention – the knight of cups reversed at the start... this could be them. They’ve been hesitant, holding back, maybe even afraid to reach out. But by the end of this, they can’t resist it anymore. The pull is too strong, the connection too deep. They’re coming forward, and it’s going to change everything.

This is the day your heart finds its home.

Group 4

Cards: King of swords (reversed), knight of swords, 5 of cups (reversed), 6 of swords (reversed), the high priestess, 2 of wands (reversed), the chariot (reversed), 9 of swords (reversed), 2 of swords (reversed), 9 of pentacles (reversed), 7 of wands (reversed) (ace of swords at the bottom of the deck)

Okay, group 4... wow, there’s so much going on here. All these swords... it feels heavy, like your mind has been in overdrive. It’s this overwhelming mental energy – overthinking, replaying situations, analyzing every little detail. I feel like you’ve been stuck in your head, trapped in a loop of “what ifs” and “should haves.”

We start with the king of swords reversed, and this hits me as mental chaos. It’s like you’ve been trying to make sense of everything, trying to find clarity, but the more you think about it, the more confused you get. And then the knight of swords comes charging in... this is impulsive, restless energy. It feels like you’ve been reacting quickly, maybe even saying things in the heat of the moment, or just feeling this urgency to get out of your own head. It’s like you’re trying to outrun your thoughts, but they keep catching up.

Then the 5 of cups reversed shows up, and I feel this release. This is you finally letting go of the past, of regrets and disappointments. It’s realizing that you can’t change what happened, but you can choose to move forward. And yet... the 6 of swords reversed is right there, pulling you back. It’s like something from the past keeps haunting you, something unresolved. It feels like you’ve been trying to heal, trying to move on, but there’s this one thing – or maybe one person – you can’t fully let go of.

But then the high priestess appears, and I get chills. This is your intuition, your inner voice that’s been quietly guiding you all along. It’s like you’ve always known the answer, but you’ve been avoiding it, maybe because facing it is scary, or because it would mean making a difficult choice. But this card... it’s a reminder that deep down, you already know what you need to do.

Then we get the 2 of wands reversed and the chariot reversed. This is feeling stuck, feeling like no matter how hard you try, you’re not moving forward. And it’s so frustrating because you want to move on, you want that freedom... but something keeps holding you back. It’s like being at a crossroads but feeling too confused or too afraid to take the next step.

But here’s where it gets interesting – the 9 of swords reversed. This is you breaking free from that mental prison, from the anxiety and sleepless nights. It’s like you’re finally realizing that these fears, these worries... they’re not as powerful as they seemed. You’re reclaiming your peace of mind.

And then the 2 of swords reversed... clarity. I feel this huge sigh of relief, like the fog is lifting. You’re no longer stuck in indecision, no longer paralyzed by fear. You’re seeing the truth, and it’s setting you free.

And the 9 of pentacles reversed... this is hitting me as a reminder that it’s okay to lean on others. You don’t have to carry this burden alone. It’s okay to ask for help, to admit that you’re not perfect, and that’s perfectly fine. And the 7 of wands reversed – you don’t have to keep fighting, keep defending yourself. It’s safe to let your guard down. It’s safe to be vulnerable.

And then... the ace of swords at the bottom of the deck. This is the breakthrough moment. This is that flash of clarity, that “aha” moment where everything just clicks. It’s the truth cutting through all the confusion, all the noise. It’s like suddenly everything makes sense, and you can breathe again.

This better day... I’m feeling it so clearly. It’s the day you break free from this mental labyrinth. It’s the day you realize that all this overthinking, all this worry... it doesn’t control you. It’s the day you finally listen to that quiet voice inside, the one that’s been guiding you all along. It’s the day you make peace with the past, with yourself.

And looking at all these swords, it’s like you’ve been battling with your own mind for so long... but on this day, you lay down your weapons. You find peace not by fighting your thoughts, but by accepting them, by understanding them. It’s the day you find clarity, the day you find freedom.

It’s the day you choose to let go, to forgive yourself, to stop overthinking and just be. And I can feel how liberating that’s going to be for you. This better day... it’s the day you finally find peace within yourself.

-xoxo🙏🏻✨️

[lockandkeyblade]

A Little Self-Insert Never Hurt Anybody

That's what Danny tells himself, anyway. It's just, he wasn't expecting the new universe he'd decided to hide in to know about him, and they sort of don't.

But they sort of do, because Danny Phantom is a cartoon about his life that somehow manages to become more and more inaccurate the longer the show went on.

He's really glad it stopped on season 3. He's not sure he could've handled another season 3.

The thing is though, Danny's a 2000's kid himself. He knows that if exists, there's porn of it. So he googles himself and finds a few fan sites, finds the fanfiction, finds a couple people tossing around a few ideas of what ghost society might really be like, and...

It has a decent amount of fans (or Phandom, as they call themselves, and isn't that just embarrassing but also Super Flattering). He's not going to comment on some of the ships (he will never get pearls in his boba tea again, pitch or otherwise) but the thing is, a lot of fans just seem to be really interested in what the show doesn't give them. Not just about his struggles, but the ghosts. What they might really be like, what they might really want.

He shouldn't, but-- hey. There's no GIW here. There's no one who believes this stuff is actually real. And he misses home; misses the Infinite Realms, even if he's not quite ready to go back yet.

So he makes a tumblr, and starts writing. Talking, really. About ghosts and Obsessions, about the rules of engagement and how you never, ever ask a ghost how they died.

His follower count slowly grows, and people start to realize that IceStar14 is one of those people who will answer anything. He very carefully navigates the mindfield that is shipping by telling people to "do what they want"; he can't really stop them, nor does he have the mind to. Despite this, his posts quickly become several thousand word back and forths with mutuals who might not get everything right, but are intuitive enough to get the basics.

It's delightful. It's kind of crazy. Danny can't help but feel...understood, by other, living people, for the first time ever. By people who aren't Jazz, or Sam, or Tuck.

Which is really the only reason why he starts answering the more invasive asks, the ones that are far more personal than people probably expect them to be. He goes from just talking about ghosts to talking about his life, the struggles of learning his powers, the stress of living a double life.

The fallout when his parents discover his halfa status, the-- the things they did to him afterwards. He never brings up the idea of a multiverse, or how he could've gone to hide in one. Somehow, the fanfiction writers figure that out all on their own.

They give him new families and people who understand him, constantly writing stories about him meeting the Justice League, or the BatFam, and--

It's the closest thing he's ever gotten to therapy. It hurts, but people love him. Or, they love the crazy little fantheorist, and they adore Danny Fenton/Phantom. The idea of him being hurt spawns a slew of hurt/comfort content that he genuinely spends hours curled up with, on the good days. Even on the bad.

No one has to know they made him cry. No one has to know how grateful he is, that people think he deserves better. People think he deserves better. Maybe he starts to take care of himself a little more, thanks to that. Maybe sleep comes a little easier, because he doesn't have to lay in bed and try to tell himself he's loved; he can just pick up his phone and scroll a few key tags, and it's right there, on the screen. People love him. People accept him.

It's pretty great.

Slowly but surely, the posts explode. He goes to sleep one night with a couple hundred followers and wakes up the next to several thousands. It's pretty easy to find out why.

Red Robin reblogged a few of his "stories". Nightwing quickly liked a bunch of them. In fact, a good majority of the superhero community that has an online presence has made at least one comment about Danny Phantom. He has no idea how they found him, frantically searching the tags until he finds one that makes his throat go dry.

"If Phantom was real, he'd be a Robin." tumblr user Danny4LJPres suggested. It has 14,000 responses.

One of them is a reblog from RedRobin, who agrees wholeheartedly.

[threelargeelefants]

NO ACTUALLY I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS

from my notes app from a few weeks ago:

Maybe we’ve misunderstood god.

Maybe god is also just nature.

Maybe nature is the ultimate God.

But like. We fear the things we cannot control. We fear the influences on our lives beyond our control. We fear some power that might be taking control over our lives.

But back to the ant and the motherboard.

Are we not gods to the ants in an ant farm? Their entire lives and worlds contained to this small glass chamber of sand. Unaware of the great human world of technology and infrastructure and social systems and great processes and machines and structures so utterly beyond their comprehension. Their entire lives, their entire sphere of awareness and operation, is merely a sidelined curiosity to the one who created their world; incomprehensible to them, trivial to their god.

Us being gods of digital simulations and that we might be a greater being’s simulation is an old concept.

But what if it’s more like

What if we’re just ants in an ant farm? What if our god is not the great creator of our dimension; what if god is just greater nature which shares our dimension?

There’s things in our dimension we can’t comprehend. The relativity of time. The gravitational flexibility of the fabric of spacetime. The infinity of space, which is somehow expanding too. The vastness of everything and the liquid state of physics itself.

So.

What if this world was not made *for us*?

What if it was not made by our god?

What if our god is *of this world* too?

And he just made our home?

What if god is just tending to our coincidences and intuitions and inspirations and intelligence?

What if the god that steps in deus ex machina, like us dropping food into an ant farm, is as helpless about greater existence as we are?

“Why would a god allow such injustice and cruelty; why would a god allow sickness and death and suffering and good things happening to bad people and bad people happening to good people?”

Maybe that’s not up to him? If the house of the ant farm’s god floods, and the ant farm floods. The ants may despair over why their god has forsaken them or punished them. But it wouldn’t have been within that person’s control.

Maybe the everything of existence is so incomprehensibly beyond our comprehension, we can just be grateful something that comprehends more and can influence more of it than we can is offering their hand to help the little creatures we are through this existence beyond our scale.

—

To a child, their parents are god. Their parents are their literal creators. Their parents control when the kid eats, what the kid eats, where the kid goes, etc. The child knows nothing and needs to be taught the nature of the world, trusting their parents worlds. The children do not understand what is and is not within their parents control. They rely on their parents entirely. And the abandonment they feel, the betrayal, over losses or deprivations the parents have no control over, is incomprehensible to them. All they know is they go to their parents with their needs, and their parents meet their needs. And if their parents can’t meet their needs, not by choice but by helplessness, all the child knows is their parent isn’t providing.

Maybe we’re the same when we cry to god how cruel he must be for the choices he makes. I’ve accused free will of being a sick experiment; why, if he’s in control of everything, would he choose to not intervene, etc. But maybe he didn’t create us, didn’t create our world, and maybe he doesn’t have control over everything so much as just. More knowledge and power than us. Not all-powerful.

If humans are to eldritch beings like ants are to humans does that mean that there're eldritch beings that absolutely love humans and devote their immortal timeless existences to studying us?

[rosevilles]

going insane about severance.

How does outie Irving know about the dark hallway / elevator? Who is he calling? If he had a map with Burt's name and address on it, why didn't Burt know who he was?

The Milchick and Natalie conversation. The Milchick and MARK S conversation. That elevator scene made me want to THROW UP. Are they going to turn Milchick???? What is Ms Huangs DEAL? GOD I -

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Just My Type

This one is for @henderdads with her prompt - accidental first kiss. Happy Valentine's Day, Cass! I hope this will bring you some joy!

Steve Harrington wasn't known for sharing his problems with others. He was the one who resolved all your issues, not brought more to the already very overcrowded table. The kids needed some stability, and as much as he loved Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, they weren't exactly fit for that role. The girls would soon leave Hawkins for college (Steve was so proud his heart could burst), and Eddie had his hands full with the whole finishing high school thing while still recovering from being nearly eaten by demobats.

No, Steve had this handled. He was the least fun of the four, but reliable. As far as the kids knew, the only issue Steve had was his inconsistent and ever dramatic love life, nothing else.

When Steve's eyesight started getting worse, likely from all those concussions, he handled it on his own. No need to worry anyone. A secret pair of glasses for home, prescription sunglasses for driving (and yeah, he looked cool in them, despite the kids' grumbling), and that was it. They didn't need to know. Everything was working out just fine. He was great at faking things.

At least until that fateful day. But we’ll get there. First, something about Steve’s love life.

See, Steve was dating around. He had been feeling anxious, unfulfilled, and the more he thought about it, the reason wasn’t Nancy for once. Even stranger, he knew he was over her, but the feeling of needing something and not being able to get it wouldn’t leave. So he got out there, used his charm, and prayed he’d finally find the one.

So far, it wasn’t working out. Most of the girls he went out with were lovely, kind, and gorgeous, but there was always something missing that made him break things off before anyone could get hurt. He had a type - curly or wavy dark hair and even darker eyes, but hey. It wasn’t his fault that Nancy had been the closest to an ideal relationship he’d ever had! That had to be the reason, he thought. Maybe his concussed brain decided that curly hair meant a good girlfriend.

“It’s not like I can help it,” he lamented, pretending not to see Eddie’s amused smirk. They had become good friends after their Upside Down near death experience, and as Dustin never failed to mention with a truckload of disgust, they were now practically inseparable. “Who doesn’t like curly hair? They’re making it this whole thing. I’m over Nancy.”

Eddie snorted and tossed his chemistry textbook somewhere towards the pile of stuff that might have included his desk. “Uh-huh. Sure thing. So this new one-”

“Jenny.”

Eddie snapped his fingers. “Yes. This Jenny. It’s just a coincidence that she’s a dead ringer for Wheeler.” He nudged Steve’s side with his bare foot. “Come on, Harrington. Be honest with your only adult friend.”

Steve kicked him in retaliation. “Wow, rude. I’ll let you know, I have Robin!”

“Buckley is so much more than a mere human, Steven. She doesn’t count, she surpasses our species. Whereas I,” he announced to the broken ceiling fan, “am very human, non-judgmental, and I have seen you go through half a dozen ladies of the same type since the spring break. So?”

Laughing, Steve kicked him again. “So nothing. She doesn’t look like Nancy. Hell, she looks more like you - her hair is darker, more wavy, and she has those really pretty dark eyes. And she’s tall. Are you saying you’re my type too?”

Eddie rolled over and batted his eyelashes. “I don’t know, Steve, am I?”

Steve hit him with a pillow in the face. If he hadn’t been so busy laughing, he might have just noticed the tinge of longing in Eddie’s voice.

..

To recap: the two things that led to the most important day of Steve’s life were a) his tendency to date a certain visual type of girl; b) his unwillingness to admit to anyone that he needed glasses.

Here’s what happened.

Steve, being both a good friend and a good boyfriend, took Jenny to see Eddie perform with the Corroded Coffin. Was metal his favorite music genre? Not really, but he wanted to support Eddie, and Jenny didn’t seem to mind, she even agreed to wear a Corroded Coffin t-shirt from Steve’s wardrobe.

Steve found himself enjoying the concert way more than he’d expected. The alcohol helped, sure, but it was so heartwarming to see Eddie in his element, scarred, but still the same. Steve had even learned to recognize the lyrics within all the noise, and even if he wasn’t ready to discuss that with Eddie yet, Steve considered them surprisingly deep. He really hoped Eddie would make it big, he was a wonderful guy, and life owed him big time.

After the concert, Jenny excused herself to the bathroom, and Steve went to grab some beers. His head was pleasantly buzzing, and even though his eyesight was more blurry than usual, he found his way through the crowd with ease.

He put down both beers and wrapped his arm around Jenny’s waist. He’d lost track of time at the bar, she must have come back in the meantime. And so, as they tended to do, he touched her cheek and turned her face into a quick kiss.

Steve noticed several things at once.

First, stunned gasps from the Corroded Coffin members, along with Robin’s snickering.

Second, Jenny’s cheek felt different. Almost stubbly?

Third, it was the best damn kiss he’d ever had.

And fourth, before the kiss could end, he felt something wet - the beer he’d just brought - hit his head and back, along with an angry shriek.

What happened next was a blur, and not just because he had trouble seeing it. He was vaguely aware of a second Jenny hitting him with her purse and storming off, Robin trying to control her laughter, and the person next to him, also drenched in beer? That was Eddie.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry!” Steve instinctively grabbed napkins and started drying off the beer in Eddie’s hair, on his jacket. “I...OK, not the best time to tell you, but I’ve noticed I can’t see shit, and normally I wear glasses, but I couldn’t take them with me because I look like a baby accountant or something, and I didn’t want you guys to worry. And uh, you probably know, but your hair looks kinda like Jenny’s, and I’m really sorry I did that without asking.”

Eddie was motionless, letting Steve fret over him. He was just staring into the distance, cogs turning in his brain.

Robin, bless her heart, re-directed the Corroded Coffin guys to grab a mop and a dry t-shirt from Eddie’s van for both Steve and Eddie. After that, she started ushering the unlucky pair towards men’s bathrooms, to “wash off that smell before it’s too late.” She snapped her fingers in front of Eddie’s eyes, getting him to move.  

As she shoved both of them towards the sink, she grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him close. “Since you are freshly broken up, I would strongly suggest you think hard and fast about why you made that mistake, Steve. I can’t spell it out for you, even if it would be easier for everyone involved.”

Steve took a deep breath. “Yeah, uh...I think I might know.”

“Might?”

“I definitely know.” He rubbed his forehead. “I’m so dumb. That...even if I didn’t mean to, it wasn’t fair to Jenny. Or the ones before.”

Robin smiled at him and, not unkindly, patted his shoulder. “They’ll get over it. In the meantime, your man looks like he’s about to faint. Don’t mess this up, OK? I couldn’t stand to see you brooding again and going through another set of Eddie substitutes.”

After she closed the door behind Steve, she grabbed the mop and started cleaning the mess. She could say it would cost Steve a lifetime of driving her around, but she knew he’d do that anyway.

..

In the bathroom, Eddie was slowly finding his words. “You...you kissed me.”

Steve took a step towards Eddie, trying not to spook him. “Yeah. I know it sounds like bullshit,” he said, pushing down the bitter memories of that word, “but I really mistook you for Jenny. I can’t see much, especially when it’s dark. I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

He couldn’t see Eddie’s face, but his voice didn’t sound fine. The music from the club drowned out most of the quieter sounds, but Steve could swear he heard a sniffle. “Of course,” whispered Eddie and he seemed so sad. Steve wanted to punch his own face. “Of course it was a mistake.”

Eddie straightened his back and wiped at his eyes before turning towards Steve. “Don’t worry, Steve. It happens. I mean, you should feel more sorry for yourself, you’re single again, and if Jenny or anyone from the club talks, they’ll think you’re a-”

“I don’t care.”

With a bitter chuckle, Eddie shook his head. “You don’t get it, Steve. You have a reputation to protect. Our lovely and pious citizens of Hawkins expect something like that from me, they know I’m...wrong. But you? You’re the golden boy. Steve, you should think about what this will do to you.” He wasn’t looking at Steve, his eyes were glued to the floor. Steve didn’t need a hint to know why Eddie was blinking so rapidly, why he sounded so strained.

He reached out and grasped Eddie’s hands. “Eddie. I really don’t care. I won’t feel sorry for what someone might think. The only reason I’m sorry is that I kissed you without you agreeing to it, in front of people, because...” He took a deep breath and squeezed Eddie’s hands. “...because I wanted our first kiss to be something special. Not a case of a mistaken identity caused by my shitty eyesight. And I wish I could have done it differently, that we wouldn’t be in this dirty bathroom, and sticky and disgusting from that beer. But even if I’m sorry for not asking you, I’m also glad. Because it made me realize something really important.”

Eddie was staring at him with wide eyes, still wet with tears, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. A hint of hope. “And what is that?” he asked.

Steve moved several wet strands of Eddie’s hair from his face. He looked just a little bit like a wet rat, but to Steve, he was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And he couldn’t wait to bury his hands in Eddie’s hair properly, when it was freshly washed. Maybe smelling of Steve’s shampoo. That was a thought.

He stroked Eddie’s cheek and for the first time in so long, he felt puzzle pieces falling in place. This was right.

“I realized that I didn’t answer you when you asked me,” he smiled and pulled Eddie closer. “You, Eddie Munson, are exactly my type.”

[sakuraszn]

# LOVES LAST FLIGHT ! ㅤ♡

ft. cupid!katsuki bakugo x reader

synopsis.. once an angel of love, he was punished for meddling too deeply in human affairs. Stripped of most of his power, he has one final chance to make things right. With only a bouquet of enchanted roses, he must deliver a message of love to a soul who has lost all hope, before his wings disappear forever.

cw.. sfw content┊fluff┊mild romantic themes┊ a hint of angst┊supernatural

nia's notes.. happy late valentines day! here’s a little something for you guys on this special day, hope you guys enjoyy💌 [0.7k words.]

Once, Katsuki had been an angel of love. He had tangled fates together, whispered in the ears of poets, and turned yearning gazes into destined encounters. But unlike his celestial brethren, who worked with a light touch, Katsuki had always been reckless. He had interfered too much, defied the natural order, and even tried to force love where it didn’t belong.

And for that, he had been punished.

His wings, once so majestic and radiant, had faded into nothingness. The divine power that once coursed through him had dwindled away, leaving him trapped in a sorrowful limbo between heaven and earth, no longer an angel but not quite mortal either. Now, he faced a poignant, final task—one last opportunity to demonstrate his worth before his wings vanished forever, a haunting reminder of who he used to be.

In his hands, he held a bouquet of enchanted roses, their petals pulsing with soft light. Each one carried the essence of love—of laughter shared, of hands brushing in quiet moments, of unspoken confessions finally voiced. If he could deliver them to a soul who had lost all hope in love, he might be forgiven.

But time was running out.

He discovered her sitting by herself on a weathered park bench, a neglected book lying forgotten in her lap. The streetlights struggled to illuminate her, but even in the dimness, he could sense the deep weariness etched in her eyes. She wasn’t merely tired—she was utterly defeated.

Y/N.

That was her name. He knew it the moment he saw her, felt it resonate deep within him.

Katsuki had watched countless souls lose their faith in love, but something about her made his chest ache. She wasn’t just heartbroken; she had locked her heart away, convinced that love wasn’t meant for her.

Carefully, he stepped forward and placed the bouquet beside her. He wasn’t sure if she would see it—his presence was fading, and soon, he would no longer exist in this world or any other. But if she touched them, if she accepted them, then maybe…

Y/N shifted, rubbing her tired eyes before glancing down. She frowned at the roses that hadn’t been there before. A trick? A coincidence? She hesitated before reaching out.

The moment her fingers brushed the petals, warmth bloomed in her chest.

Memories rushed in—of love that had come and gone, of laughter she had almost forgotten, of nights spent dreaming of something more. But it wasn’t just the past that she saw; it was the future. It was the love she had yet to find, the hands she hadn’t yet held, the moments waiting for her if only she dared to believe again.

Tears welled in her eyes, not from sadness, but from something she thought she had lost forever—hope.

Katsuki exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He had done it.

A sudden gust of wind swept around him, and he felt it—the final feather drifting from his wings. He looked down, expecting to see nothing but bare skin where his wings had once been. But instead…

New feathers. Smaller, but solid. Not the wings of an angel, but something else.

Something human.

He inhaled sharply, the scent of roses and earth filling his lungs. His heart pounded—a mortal heart. The weight of divinity lifted from his shoulders, and for the first time, he felt something real.

And then Y/N turned, her gaze locking onto his.

She blinked, surprised as if she hadn’t noticed him before. “Did you…?” Her voice was soft, uncertain.

Katsuki hesitated. He had been invisible to her moments ago, but now she could see him. Now, he was standing in front of her, flesh and bone, as human as she was.

He smirked slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. That was me.”

She studied him for a moment, her eyes flickering to the roses before returning to his. There was an undeniable spark in her gaze, a comforting warmth that sent butterflies fluttering in his chest.The air around them seemed charged with possibility, and he could feel the fragile, beautiful bloom of affection starting to unfold between them.

He wasn’t an angel anymore. He didn’t have to meddle.

But maybe… just maybe…

Love wasn’t finished with him yet.

And love had found her again.

©sakuraszn! xoxo

[isagrimorie]

#i think it's interesting to see agatha see another's grief#and probably not a coincidence that shortly she makes some space for rio's grief#for probably the first time#because man. when before this is she going to have been close#to anyone else who is grieving?#agatha coming to terms with her grief is a huge part of her arc#and part of that is coming to terms with how unexceptional it is#she's not the only one in the world who has felt this pain#and i think maybe for centuries she has wanted to believe that#wanted to believe that it was exceptional#and hidden the truth of nicky's death partly because it felt so singular#but it's not#sometimes boys die#all people grieve (via @sapphoshands)

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.03

[07-riley]

flowers (Simon Ghost Riley one shot | valentine's day special 2)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x female reader ★ masterlist here ★ valentine's day special 1

She didn’t want to make too much of it; she had never given much importance to relationships, barely having time for that because of her work. But she always thought that if she ever got the chance to go on a date, she simply wouldn't refuse to accept it.

That had happened two months ago. She'd had some sort of date with her lieutenant, then another, and then two more. If what they did could even be called dates—after all, they always ended up doing something that they could enjoy without leaving the base, sometimes it was just impossible to go anywhere. Surprisingly, she had enjoyed each one of those outings. It wasn't that he was intimidating or anything like that. In fact, more than once he had made her laugh during an awkward moment, and he always seemed focused on his work.

Now they had a sort of relationship that went a little beyond just being colleagues. Unlike everyone else on base, she'd stopped calling him "Lieutenant" or "Ghost" now he was Simon to her. She'd seen him without his mask more than once (though the first time had been by accident), and during one of their dates, they’d shared a kiss. But nothing more.

She'd tried hard not to think about Valentine’s Day and wonder if they'd do something together. She knew it wouldn't happen when she overheard the previous morning that Simon would be busy almost all day. If she could, she would have complained to Price, but they weren’t close enough for that kind of joking. He was her superior, after all, and she trusted him enough to ask for a day off when she was with cramps but nothing more.

She pushed the door to her room open, her back aching, just wanting to collapse onto the bed and rest. Her whole body hurt; she had increased her training three days ago, and now it felt like it was killing her. A sigh escaped her lips as she finally fell onto the bed, feeling her muscles relax and…

There was something different.

Her gaze fell on the desk in front of her bed. She usually used it to place clothes she would organize the next morning or papers she needed to review later. But she never used it as an actual desk; it was always covered with clutter, but not now. A part of the desk was cleared, and there was a bouquet of flowers resting on the old wood. It didn’t seem like it had been there long, maybe just a couple of hours.

The first thing she felt was panic. Someone had entered her room—the room she herself had locked when she left that morning, the room whose key only she had.

The flowers were beautiful, she wouldn't deny that. They were tulips, with a sunflower in the middle of the bouquet. Two of her favorite flowers. It could have been a coincidence, but it felt too much like more than just that. She needed to know who had left those flowers there—and more important, who had entered her room.

The first person she asked was Soap. He had been going back and forth all morning, but he was one of the few people still on base. Unfortunately for her, she got no answers. He claimed he hadn't seen anything, though she was almost certain he was lying.

She also got nothing when she questioned a girl in the bathroom whom she barely knew—who only stared at her as if she were insane.

She had no luck either when she casually chatted with one of the cooks or one of the nurses. There weren'’t many people around. Maybe they weren't the best options since they rarely left their work areas, but it didn't hurt to try.

By six in the evening, she slumped onto one of the cafeteria tables. She had spent the entire day running around, thinking she might find someone who had seen who entered her room and left the flowers, but she had gotten nothing. She simply sat there, staring at the sunflower as she twirled it between her fingers.

She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the new presence beside her. Assuming it was Soap, she didn’t even turn around. After all, he had been the first to find out about her search and one of the few people she trusted the most. Judging by her expression, he probably already knew how fruitless her search had been.

"Did you like the flowers?"

That wasn’t Soap’s voice.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she turned in her seat—only to find none other than her lieutenant standing in front of her. He was still wearing the same uniform when she had seen him leave the base in, meaning he had probably just returned minutes ago.

Her first instinct was to ask how he knew about the flowers, thinking maybe he had seen something. But then she realized… He hadn’t seen anyone leaving her room. He had seen everything because he was the one who had put them there.

"It was you." It wasn’t a question.

Simon shifted slightly, and she could almost swear he had that smirk on his face, the one he always have when he was with her. She had deduced it was his way of showing he was comfortable around someone.

"It was me," he confirmed.

"Why?" She parted her lips, wanting to say something else, but nothing came out. She looked at the sunflower one last time before meeting Simon’s gaze again. She was too shocked—she hadn't even mentally prepared herself to receive anything that day. They had only been on a few dates. They weren’t anything—or at least, that's what she wanted to think. If he was seeing someone else, she would try not to feel hurt.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she had convinced herself that a few dates didn't mean anything, because if she saw him with someone else, she would be disappointed. If she was honest, the thought of date with anyone other than Simon hadn't even crossed her mind.

"I’m not really sure what people do on Valentine’s Day," he admitted. "But I remembered you mentioning your favorite flowers."

"That was on our first date." She tried her best not to look too surprised. Had he remembered every detail about her, or had it just stuck in his mind by accident?

"Do you want me to forget it?"

"No," she laughed. "I liked the flowers. Thank you."

She smiled, looking down at the sunflower in her hand. When she had woken up that morning, she hadn’t expected to receive anything for Valentine’s Day, and this had been a lovely surprise—even if, at first, it had sent her into a panic over someone entering her room.

"We’ll celebrate our Valentine’s on Tuesday."

Her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected anything else after the flowers. If she was honest, she had always thought that what she had with Simon was just a few dates for fun. Even after Soap told her that if Simon hadn't been interested in her, there wouldn't have even been a first date, she had refused to believe it. Maybe she just didn't want to be disappointed if things went wrong.

The flowers weren't all?

"Where are we going?"

"It’s a surprise."

"Is it a surprise, or do you just not have anything planned yet?" she teased.

Simon chuckled as he stood up from the table. He still had a few things to do before heading back to his room and and end his day.

"I've been planning it for over a week." He gave her a look through his mask, holding her gaze for a few seconds before turning to leave. She wanted to say something, to stop him, but no words came out. Besides, she didn't even know what to say. It wasn't like she wanted to argue about it.

For over a week.

She watched as Simon left, disappearing down the hallways. There was a strange feeling in her chest, one she couldn't describe.

On their first date, she had been incredibly nervous. She had called her sister, telling her she had a date with her lieutenant and was scared that it would just be a one-time thing. Her sister had told her that was almost impossible. After all, he was a soldier who didn’t have much free time—if he was taking her on a date, it was because he was genuinely interested.

Maybe she had been wrong and her sister was right. Maybe Simon was more serious about her than she had thought.