#my timing? impecable

[jojo-the-puppy]

k asked her if she'd be up for meeting up for drinks, but i think i did it right after she logged out for the night lol

[thescavengerplays]

GENSHIN IMPACT: OST SERIES ↠ Digital Releases | Jade Moon Upon a Sea of Clouds

[cloud-craft]

2015 caesar would be so happy right now

Anyways, my take on storyteller!xephos. I really leaned into the fact that he’s canonically the first one dead in each game, real vengeful ghost here.

[lavcndr]

someone please draw mahiru, guren and shinya as tashi, art and patrick from challengers i BEG you

[microwave-prince]

Ough..I have a really nice comic idea I wanna do but for some reason part of me is like...nah I'm gonna get so burnt out and not finish it.. so I shouldn't bother and should just write it out.. and them I'm like ooo!!! Writing it could be very fun!! But like.. when have I ever finished writing out a story??? And then it just circles back

[fuckingarataswespeak]

I'm so scared of losing my friends

[nyeddleblog]

A little piece of heaven [Part 1]

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Original Female Character x Logan Howlett. Summary: In Wade's timeline, Iris is his supernice upstairs neighbor. In Wolverine's, she's his beloved dead wife. A/N: This is a Wattpad Fic with an original character of mine that you can find here. This is just the first chapter that I wanted to share with you. Warnings: Deadpool & Wolverine spoilers, kinda.

Chapter 1: Refraction.

When they entered the room she was in a corner, elbows resting on the table as she talked passionately to Vanessa. Logan's gaze was instantly hooked on her, ever since he realized how her delicate features were exactly as he remembered. He froze, inhaling sharply as the memories came back flooding. Her gentle touch, her soft melodic voice, her cute laugh.

This wasn't, of course, his Iris. He tried to pinpoint each difference as soon as he could but both her beauty and her lively nature were tearing him apart.

Her silky blonde hair fell in blowout waves and her lips were a glossy crimson color. She wore a strange piano pleated skirt that barely covered anything and a mesh blouse that showed the bright red bralette she wore underneath. It felt like a desecration to his wife's memory. A sexier, younger, messier version of what she used to be.

Yet she laughed, her eyes crinkling, her small tooth gap showing. And her shoulders shook, and she talked, and her voice was gleeful and melodic. Iris swayed to the music delicately, timidly and then smiled at her friend in front of her.

She was a sight.

Logan felt Wade's hand gently tap his back and understood that he knew. Rage filled him. The little fucker knew, even back when Logan had told him about his dead wife. The little fucker knew and he hadn't told him that it wasn't like that in every universe. Wade knew that in his, Iris was alive and well. He was going to stab him as soon as she was out of sight.

Logan turned to leave but Wade put a firm hand on his chest and pushed him into the picture, acting as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"Wade!" Iris turned around, smiling sweetly, "I thought for a second there that you weren't going to make it! This is actually my outfit for your funeral!"

"It's the most hideous thing I've seen in my life and yet you managed to pull it off!" he answered snappily, with a smile as sweet as hers, "I came back and I brought you a gift."

Logan frowned, not remembering Wade taking anything from the void. Then, he felt his hand firmly press against the back of his neck, like he was some kind of kitten being carried by it's mother, as he dragged him and pulled him onto Iris. 

He was actually going to stab him right there.

"For me?" Iris followed him suit, putting a hand softly on Logan's shoulder, but giving him an apologetic look when they made eye contact, "I've always wanted a Wolverine!"

"Oh, sweetheart" Wade pressed his hands together and tilted his head, "I know."

"You shouldn't have..." And then she laughed, and extended her hand out for him to shake, "Iris Finch, a pleasure."

She looked up through her lashes and Iris had always had such plump, soft and inviting lips that, despite knowing it wasn't his wife, he wanted to kiss her. 

He managed a nod, his voice barely audible, "Pleasure."

And Logan tried to avoid her for the rest of the night. Emphasis in 'tried', because Wade didn't seem to respect the fact that that was not his dead wife. No, this Iris had dirty blonde hair and she never got her teeth fixed. This Iris used a different perfume, a cheaper one, and seemed to like Wade's jokes far more than what Logan was comfortable with.

But just like his Iris, she had an impecable intuition and every time he wanted to take a look at her, she stared back, giving him a smile. Just like his Iris had, she timidly approached, a known curiosity in her eyes that he missed dearly. And he was back there all over again, feeling endearment for her already.

"I know this is sudden, and maybe a bit forward, but I don't remember you."

"Oh, I'm not from..." he tried to explain, his voice rough, "I'm from another..."

"Timeline, I know" she nodded, fidgeting with the beer in her hand, "I meant..." she looked back at Wade, who was finally talking to Vanessa, and then gave Logan a bashful smile, "What was your Iris' abilities?"

Logan frowned. His Iris. He knew the distinction, he knew the distinction, but how did she know he had a Iris? He licked his lips, feeling uncomfortable, yet he answered "Lucid dreaming."

Iris nodded, "And she never told you what dreamwalking was?"

He felt his nostrils flare and anger start to get a hold of him. He didn't understand why yet, but Iris' existence alone was starting to enrage him. Felt like an impostor, uncanny and profaning.

"No."

The girl, oblivious of his annoyance, smiled widely and started explaining in depth the abilities of his beloved dead wife. To be fair, she was explaining her own abilities but Logan didn't want another version of Iris telling him something about her. 

"...And that's why every time I fall asleep, I usually see a Wolverine." she continued, making him raise his eyebrows "And of course I don't think I've met every single one of them, but I'm pretty sure I would've remembered you if I had!"

"In order for you to dreamwalk into another universe, you need another you inhabiting it, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, my wif... Iris" he corrected himself, making sure that he was staring straight into her eyes and making himself clear, "Has been dead for over twenty years."

Iris's smile faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise.

"I... I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought..."

Logan's anger was slowly simmering down, replaced by a cold, hard realization. It wasn't really her fault that she was another version of the love of his life, however fucked up that was.

A long silence stretched between them, filled only by the soft murmur of the crowd. Iris was the first to break it, smiling yet again. 

"So, you're my new downstairs neighbor, huh?"

A/N: I hope u guys understand where I'm going with this... And yes, I'm going to make a side fanfiction where I write the sweet, tragic story of Logan and Iris of his timeline.

NEXT PART.

[anpanman95]

JACK AND JOKER: Sacrificing Love against Tragic Love | Old Love vs New Love

They did it again.

Well, they’ve been showing us these contrasting parallels ever since the beginning.

Showing us that Jack and Joke’s new love is all about (self) sacrifice, and Hope and Save’s old love is all about tragedy.

I already knew this, but it hit me hard towards the end of episode 11 with this moment:

First of all this whole scene was an absolute masterpiece. I’m a music composer for the media, I write, study and analyze music for a living, and let me tell you this scene might be one of my top 3 moments of this show just because how the music was treated here. (The music actually adds on to the point I’ll make in a bit, by the way)

First, we have our self-sacrificing lovers. Jack and Joke’s love has been all about self sacrifice since the very beginning, starting with Joke turning himself to the police to set Jack free

and coming to a full circle moment when he gives the ring to Boss in exchange for Jack’s freedom, once more.

Joke has sacrificed himself, their love, and their happiness for the sake of others (in this case, Jack) twice.

They fight for the world. Their love is new love. They have a lot they need to go through to put themselves first, to put their wants and desires first.

Then, we have our tragic lovers. Their love is old love. They’ve been fighting against the world for each other, to finally be together and free, for a long time (even if it isn’t explicitly said, it’s evident when you see the lengths they’ll go for each other)

They don’t sacrifice their love, they sacrifice the world. And it has nothing to do with their personalities, or that they are bad people. It’s just they are so damn tired of everything they only have each other to rely on. They only have each other.

But where does that lead them?

To more tragedy.

[the music on this scene was impecable]

Jack and Joke’s new love still has room to grow, which is why they can sacrifice it. They let the world come in between them for the sake of others, while still loving each other dearly.

But again, their love is new. Fresh, still technically untouched and unharmed by outside things out of their control. Yes, the world is against them, but their reluctance to choose each other relies solely on their own fears and sense of responsibility to the world and their loved ones.

Hope and Save do not have that luxury, and don’t even want to have it. Their love comes first, because God knows how long they’ve been fighting for it. Old love that certainly already went through everything you can imagine.

It’s true we don’t get much of their backstory, but through their actions we can tell why they won’t sacrifice their love for anything.

Can you imagine what they might have gone through? What their love has faced?

Of course, they choose each other above all things, they had enough.

Jack and Joke will choose each other in the end, but they still have a long way to go (season 2? haha yes i’m delusional)

This doesn’t mean Jack and Joke don’t love each other enough. But even though they’ve known each other for a long time, they haven’t loved each other for that long.

Their feelings appeared five years ago in a little spark of life but it was so short lived they simply didn’t get the chance to even acknowledge it before the world came in between them full force.

The spark was only re-born and ready to be noticed when they finally had a moment to breathe, a moment of peace with no other worries coming in between.

Hope and Save have already gone through all that, have truly gone to hell and back.

Hopefully they’ll get their heaven soon.

Honestly I did not feel so much for them in the beginning. Their scenes felt underwhelming, and I wasn’t keen on them. But this episode left me absolutely in pieces. My opinion on them did a full 180.

They broke my heart.

I do hope they get their happy ending. They deserve it as much as our main couple.

Thanks for reading! Leave your thoughts, I love reading them❣️

[brianwashere]

hello!! saw your writing today in my tags and got interested, read some more and you seem really cool :D i got one fic stuck in my head though, the one you posted earlier today with the 7 foot spider reader! it was really cool but i kind of thought about a follow up (and I made sure to check your rules before this)

i was thinking, m/n is really big, intimidating and generally a badass- however. in bed (nsfw) he’s inexperienced, shy af, and ends up just being really submissive (you actually didn’t specify if you prefer dom or sub reader, i assumed you mind neither, but if u don’t feel comfortable with this then just ignore)

thank you, and keep up your great works so far :D

Anon, you’re officially my favorite fucking person ever. Oh my god. This req. warmed my heart. Idek what. It just did. Thank you for reading my other fics too. Wow. I’m reeling rn.

Also you didn’t specify who with so I just did HCs for Noir and Miguel

Pls req again soon! You’re so sweet

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony **

Summary: look at req

Tw: explicit activities ehehehehe, language

-Miguel-

The first time you two try anything he’s expecting you to be all dominant and get his ass blasted

Y’all two are making out and he’s ready to take it to the next level

And you’re nervous cause you know he’s expecting you to be this super experienced “knows how to make you scream immediately” kinda guy

The truth is you haven’t had much experience because while people may be into the whole “huge man” thing they’re too scared to actually come up to you and even have a conversation

And you’re also scared of hurting your partner

Just a mix of things that led you to little experience

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to figure it out

As soon as you glanced at his face nervously he knew something was up

At first Miguel is surprised bcc he would’ve expected men and women to practically be hanging from you

Once he recovers from the initial shock he’s down with topping and showing you the ropes

It’s a bit of a boost to his ego, not to mention a massive turn on for him

He never lets you shy away from him/cover your face. He loves seeing you. He knows he’s not stronger than you but he’ll still pull your hands away/pull you closer

But sometimes he does wanna be on bottom

Queue very erotic teaching sessions

When you do something he likes he’ll definitely over exaggerate so you’ll know

He also loves marking you up in more…intense ways because he knows it won’t really hurt you

Clawing your back. He’ll claw the SHIT out of your back.

Biting you too. Sometimes he just can’t help it

He finds out you have god tier stamina and impecable recovery time and will definitely use that to his advantage

*cough cough* Overstimulation and denial *cough cough*

He’s down to do whatever you’re comfortable with but sometimes he really needs some stress relief i.e. getting a blowjob or just fucking you senseless

He won’t admit it but he likes when he’s the little spoon after you two are done

~Noir~

You got nervous and told him the first make out session that you had practically no experience

He was a little taken aback, again, you’re so big and so hot how could people not be lining up for a piece of you

It makes him feel even more lucky to be with you though

“Oh…that’s ok, dear. We’ll take it slow, then.”

Then he finds out your submissive too and he’s pretty sure he has a heart attack

Now he was pretty vanilla at first but then he found the internet and stumbled upon some kinks and did some…research

Behind. He loves seeing your back muscles move and twist under him

He likes tying your wrists together with some of his webbing

It’s strong enough that it could actually hold you if you tried resisting, maybe not for very long, but it wouldn’t snap like thread at the slightest pressure

He loves praising you. Praise. All the time. Always praise. You could breathe and he’d be on his knees for you

Every time he does something new he asks if you’re ok with it

He’ll be gentle if that’s what you want but he figures out that’s usually not the case

Usually you want everything he’s got, as much as he’ll provide you

He does love soft romantic nights with you though

Where he gets to enjoy your large beautiful frame and your contrasting shyness

When he gets to slow down and drink in ALL of you

The noises you make, the small movements, your incoherent mumbling

He loves ALL of it

He’s so down bad for you not even a joke

A little guilty pleasure for him is kissing you senseless

He loves being the big spoon for you, even if it just feels like a backpack is attached to you

[astropookie]

WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS RELY ON ME?!??! astro placements

NAUDLINE PIERRE - EN

Sun 4H on Ascendant Persona Chart

ALWAYS people I know for a short period of time believe in me like if I was someone that knows everything’s gonna be okay. they love the security and home vibes I give. they’re often searching for my assurance and hugs. they’ve told me I give “mother” vibes 😭 and I tell things realistically but in a way other people understand with calm.

Jupiter 1H on Ascendant Persona Chart

Influence. That’s the word. Jupiter 1H on pc influence and -OMG-, at the point, it influence and form others lives and character. They attract people by being themselves, they’re the light that stands out on the crowd. The palm of their hand touches grass and flowers start growing 🌷✨🧚‍♀️🌈 they’re THAT person. Imagine how exhausting it’ll be to be popular bc many people relay on you. How optimistic and trustworthy, sincere and confident…too good to be true: they’re exhausted -what I’ve said before-. To suppress all emotions seen as negative, that are not accepted for the ones around you, or to have that pressure your whole life of being the support of everyone, except yours.

*birth chart aspects:

Sun trine Pluto

They trust you. They have faith in you. Why? You know what you want, you’re not lost, you have a clear vision of your path and how you’re gonna make it. You have these confidence that attracts people. Your inner strength feels right and that you recognize it and your weaknesses and positive traits. A natural leader. You see what others don’t, you’re always doubting or not trusting a situation 100%, they can stay calm bc of you. You see potential in things that normally are taken back or ignored. I don’t think you really care about what others may think but what’s behind that’s happening seduces you. People are drawn to you.

Moon conjunction Midheaven

another placement that gives mother vibes, although has more influence referring to a public or a bigger amount of people. your image is impecable in terms of being liked by others: sympathetic, caring and warm -just like you wish your mom was-. you’re diplomatic. they feel accepted and they belong with you. your mother it’s a really important person in your life that influent you in a way, how others see you treating them reflects on how your mom did it with you. MATERNAL INSTINCTS. INTUITION. you could be too protective over your friends or who’s on your life at the moment. the thing is that you can explode on an unexpected moment or it’ll seem unexpected bc everyone around you project this motherly image of you. you could seem too “strict mother” or taking too much time worrying about others or to not “disturb” them.

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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for threatening to kick my cousin out for breaking my house rules?

For context, I (28F) live alone with my golden retriever and two cats in a reasonable spacious house. I work from home as a baker. This is all relevant to the story so I decided to clarify from the beginning.

My cousin Lily (26F) broke up with her girlfriend. They lived together, but the apartment belonged to the girlfriend so Lily had to leave. Since I'm the only one in our family that didn't cut ties with her due to her sexuality (as I am also a lesbian like her, although I'm closeted to our relatives except her), she asked to stay in my place while she looked for somewhere to leave. She also asked if she could bring her pug too, since the dog was hers to begin with and the girlfriend didn't want to keep her. I said yes.

I have to clarify from the start that, in almost every aspect, Lily has been a great guest. She helps me with house chores, with the bills and the groceries, she's not messy or noisy and she respects my boundaries. Her pug (I'll call her Daisy) is also a very sweet, docile dog who gets along well with my dog and cats. Separatedly, both of them are perfect.

The problem is that, in order to spoil Daisy as much as she's used to, Lily keeps breaking some very basic rules I established when she came to live here. One of these rules is that no pets are allowed in the kitchen. My kitchen is my workplace and it has to be impecably clean at all times. One day I came home earlier than expected from the market and Lily was in the kitchen feeding Daisy. I reminded Lily that Daisy was not allowed in the kitchen and she laughed it off, although she looked a bit uncomfortable. I asked her if she let Daisy in the kitchen everytime I wasn't home and she tried to derail the subject, which was enough of an answer for me. I had to clean the whole kitchen afterwards because I had a cake scheduled for that day and I almost didn't finish it in time because of the delay.

Another rule Lily broke is that she couldn't give Daisy my dog's snacks. My dog has heart issues and I give him some (very expensive) medicinal snacks that help him with his condition. It was pretty obvious Lily was giving Daisy the snacks anyway by how fast they ended and, when I confronted Lily about it, she just said Daisy loved the snacks and she just couldn't deny her baby what she wanted.

The worst happened when she broke the most important rule: never, NEVER leave the backyard door open. My cats are indoor cats and my neighborhood has heavy traffic and also a bunch of malicious people who hate cats. The outdoors are very dangerous for them, so the backyard door needs to be left closed at all times. One day, I came home to a desperate Lily that, after a lot of hesitation, said that one of my cats ran through the backyard door and disappeared. When I asked (kinda yelled, I was panicking) why the fuck that door was open, she confessed she let Daisy walk a bit in the backyard and, since she needed to keep an eye on her but she also wanted to stay on the couch, she left the door open and one of the cats left.

I had a lot of luck that one of my neighbors found my cat the following day and was able to return him to me, but it was then that I decided that a serious talk with Lily was in order. My cat was okay and back home in a miracle, but a lot of horrible things could have happened to him.

So that's what I did. I sat down with Lily and told her that, although she was very dear to me and it was a pleasure to have her and Daisy with me, she was breaking several rules that I established on her first day with me and, after what happened to my cat, I couldn't stay silent anymore.

When I started to cite the rules she broke, she would always answer something in the lines of "but I could do this in my house". Pets aren't allowed in the kitchen? Daisy was allowed everywhere in her house. Daisy can't eat my dog's snacks? Daisy could eat whatever she wanted in her house. The backyard door has to be always closed? In her house the doors were always open.

Here is where I probably was the asshole. In a very calm tone, I told her that this is not her house, it's my house. She's not my roommate, she's my guest and, as a guest, she's in no right to choose which rules she wants to follow. She has to follow all of the rules and, if she's not okay with that, she will have to look for another place to stay.

She understood that as me kicking her out (I'm not, if she start doing things right she's welcome to stay as long as she needs) and now she's deeply upset with me. She's not leaving her room (neither is Daisy, I guess she thinks I have a problem with her dog too) and she's ignoring all of my attempts to talk to her.

I'm feeling really bad about this outcome, since this isn't what I wanted at all, but I do think I endured a lot and her endangering my cats wasn't something I could ignore.

Should I had handled this in a different way, tho? Was I TA?

What are these acronyms?

[fallinforerling]

may i request (from the prompt phrases) 2 - 8 - 17 with erling 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

the shirt dilemma - eh

A/N: As I usually say: ERLING BRAINROT. I can’t stop writing for this man, I’m ABSOLUTELY in love with him. Thank you SO MUCH!!! for 800 followers. Feedback is always appreciated! Love you always xx

ೃ⁀➷ erling’s taglist 

 ೃ⁀➷ erling’s masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

 : ̗̀➛ requested phrases: 

2. “i'll never wear the jersey of someone who isn't my boyfriend.”

8. “why are you staring at me like that?”

17. “you have a really pretty face, have you ever heard that?”

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“I can’t believe people actually waste their time plotting about this stuff…” You murmured more to yourself than anyone else in the room, still scrolling through the infinite amount of photos that you found on Twitter. “Kinda creepy…” 

“What’s up?” Jack murmured back, kicking your leg with his foot. You raised an eyebrow in his direction. “C’mon, you just said something that implies tea. Now you have to spill it.” 

“I don’t have to do shit, Grealish.” You laughed, kicking him back. “But okay, here.” You sat on the couch. “I was on Twitter, and I found some tweets with my name on it, which is kinda weird since I’m not a public figure so… I don’t know, I was digging on my own shit until…” You turned your phone so he could see it. 

His eyebrows raised until they almost touched the base of his hair, giving you a full view of the funniest expression you’d ever seen on him since ever. 

“That’s an interesting take.” 

“¿De qué hablan?” (What are you guys talking about?”) Julián asked, entering the room with hands full of snacks. 

“Nada.” (Nothing) You really hated Julián’s impecable hearing. He was always around the corner when you were gossiping with Jack. “Más bien dame comida, que me tuviste esperando como mil años. Me muero de hambre.” (Give me some food, you’ve got me waiting for like a thousand years. I’m starving) 

“Luego no me pidas que te cuente algo, porque te vas a quedar con las ganas.” (Later, don’t ask me for any gossip, cause I won’t share any) He replied, throwing a bag of chips at you. 

“I actually love when you two speak Spanish in front of me and I understand absolutely nothing.” Jack said after you grabbed the bag, not paying attention to the dirty look Julián gave you before sitting next to him. “Makes me feel like I’m back in Spain for some vacation.” 

“I just love when she speaks Spanish.” Erling’s voice startled you. You looked up at him, who was just entering the room. You tore your eyes apart from his figure as quickly as you could, wishing that the heart eyes weren’t that noticeable for any of them. God, he was so handsome. 

“You love everything that she does.” Julián said, giggling a bit when you shot him a nasty look. That little fucker. 

“True, you’re the biggest fanboy I’ve ever seen in my life.” Jack teased, nudging Erling’s arm when he sat next to you. 

“What can I say? I’m a man with great taste.” Erling shot back, leaving you all shaky on the inside. You had to prevent your mouth from falling wide open. You could never get used to that type of compliments coming from him.

It was times like these when you wondered if Erling had any feelings for you. It would be awesome if he did. But you knew it couldn’t be possible; he was playing and teasing around. You were just friends.

“If you’re going to flirt with her, I’m leaving.” Jack said, openly enjoying how uncomfortable you were getting from all the attention. “But also? We could manage to see if we can get this little brat to come to the next game, eh?” 

“No, no! Don’t start with that. I already said no a million times before.” You were tired of it. You knew, from past experience, that you would be recognized, and those stupid gossip sites would eat you up. 

“C’mon, don’t be such a… coward.” Julián replied, always up to teasing you as well. “It’s fun, you should totally go. Emilia’s gonna be there.” 

“But…” 

“No, no, not ‘but’. You’re coming, end of discussion.” Erling cut you off, smiling widely when you looked at him. “Please?” 

Aw, man. Fuck big blonde guys with green eyes. 

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So there you were, two days later. Full of regrets and suffering, seeing how your friends (or more like enemies at this point) were smiling like little kids while you stood in the middle of the Etihad Stadium shop. Your arms were crossed, not wanting to give in two times in a row when it came to these guys’ wishes, but it was getting more and more difficult as the minutes passed and Erling’s eyes kept flashing you little looks that were keeping you on the edge. 

“Why?” You finally spoke up, giving in to the silence that had overcome the room. “I’ve already accepted to come against my will. Why do I have to wear a jersey as well?” 

“Because! Everyone that really loves the team wears a shirt!” Jack said, giving you a knowing look that screamed duh. “You’re our friend, it would be so rude if you just go there wearing…” He pointed to your baby blue shirt with a grin. “That.” 

“What’s the matter with it? It’s City’s color, isn’t it?” 

“C’mon, you’re not actually doing the most out here wearing a blue shirt, darling.” Erling’s voice had an effect on you. Dammit. “Be a good girl and wear a jersey.”

No, no, no. Don’t fall for it just because he called you a… Oh, god. God, help your daughter. 

“Fine!” As usual, you just gave in once Erling stepped in. “Pick a stupid shirt so I can get out of here.” 

You were hoping that you were being dramatic over nothing and that they’d probably pick a blank shirt with no actual handle on the back, but as Erling approached his own fucking section, you knew you were absolutely fucked. 

“No! Not your stupid ego getting the best of you, I’m not wearing a Haaland shirt!” You wanted to. But it was the worst idea in the world. “I’ll never wear the jersey of someone who isn’t my boyfriend. That’s just a horrible idea.” You didn’t know why you just said that, but it was out there before you could backtrack on your words. 

“Why not?” Jack asked, getting closer to you with that cheeky grin that you hated. “What’s wrong with wearing a friend’s jersey just for today? It isn’t good enough?” 

Oh, you knew what he wanted to say with that little tone on the word “friend”. 

“Because, my dear Jack. People love to speculate about things without actual proof. So, if they see me wearing Erling’s shirt while being here, they’ll think I’m his girlfriend, and…” 

“So what?” Erling said, already handing you a shirt. “Let people assume whatever they want to assume.” 

“Perhaps, would it be that bad if people think that you are his girlfriend?” It was the first time in twenty minutes that Julián had said a word, but when he did, he cornered you. “Just saying…”

“Yeah, would it?” Erling’s tone sounded almost evil as he slightly pressed the shirt towards you, leaving you no other option but to take it. “Just put it on.” 

“I hate you…” You whispered, still grabbing the shirt with a bit more force than necessary. 

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You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you for the entirety of the game, which was ridiculous since you were the most boring person and no one— and when you said no one, it was really no one— was giving you a second look as you sat and watched the game like everyone else did. 

The paranoia you were feeling was ridiculous. Never in a million years have you felt more targeted for wearing a fucking shirt that said Haaland on the back. You could only pray that a photo of you didn’t make it to Twitter, where a bunch of weird people were already making assumptions about the actual nature of your relationship with Erling. That’s why you were being so negative about wearing anything City or Erling related. You knew how the rumors started.

Like it would ever happen in reality. 

“Relájate, boluda. Parece que estás acá contra tu voluntad.” (Girl, relax. You look like you’re here against your will) Emilia shouted over the fans’ voices, seeming entertained by your current state. Just like her boyfriend, apparently. 

“¿Te parece?” (You think?) You couldn’t help the sarcastic tone in your voice. “Todo gracias al pendejo de tu novio.” (All thanks to your stupid boyfriend) 

“Ay, ya. No es para tanto…” (Aw, c’mon. It’s not that big of a deal…) She paused, giggling. “Estás así porque te gusta Erling, ¿no?” (You’re acting like this because you like Erling, aren’t you?) 

“¡¿Qué?!” (What?!) You shouted, feeling your face go deep red as the referee blew the final whistle, letting the entire stadium know that the game was over. 

“It’s so obvious, babe. You totally like that man.” She took your hand, not letting you overcome the fact that someone finally acknowledged your feelings for him. “Let’s go.” 

“Where?” Was all you managed to say, looking around to check if someone was paying attention to you. Again. 

“The dressing room.” 

Oh-oh. 

Your eyes darted to the pitch, where most of the players were still walking around while exchanging greetings and jerseys. You spotted Erling right away; it was very difficult not to. He towered over almost every single person that walked past him, which could be funny if it weren’t for the fact that Emilie knew about your feelings for him. Suddenly, it felt so real. It felt like everyone knew. 

“Move or I’ll have to drag you there myself.” Emilia’s tone gave the impression of being absolutely serious about the dragging part, so you started walking out of pure instinct. 

You made your way across the sea of people that were leaving or lingering around the benches. You saw how it all appeared to move a bit slower as you followed her, who still had a hold on your wrist, like she was almost preventing you from escaping. You didn’t want to see Erling right now; the way you were so worked up about Emilia’s words was stupid, but you knew yourself, and it was very possible that you were about to blow everything because of the nerves. 

“Breathe. You’re crushing my hand.” 

“Is it too obvious?” You whispered once you made it to the tunnels. 

“That you like him?” She turned to face you, smiling a bit before fixing your hair. “Not to him, I believe.” Her eyes looked behind you, a bigger smile appeared on her face. “But maybe it’s time to let you know that he likes you. Gotta go, Juli’s coming. Good luck.” She kissed your cheek briefly before walking away, leaving you nervous and shaky. 

It seemed like being nervous and shaky was the new thing for you. 

“What happened to the “no wearing a shirt that’s not my boyfriend's” rule?” You could feel Erling’s hands pinching the fabric of your new shirt before you turned around to face him. His voice was filled with that unique tone he only used when he won, or got his way around something he wanted. Today, both things happened. “Looks great on you, by the way.” 

“You made me wear it, loser.” The only way to dissimulate the silent screaming you wanted to do right now was to answer with irony.

“And it’s the best decision I’ve made so far.” He stood in front of you in all his glory, clearly enjoying how pissed you were. You couldn’t help your eyes from going to his bare chest for a whole minute, biting your lip when your eyes met his. His smirk was so big, you wanted to punch him. “About to make the second one.”

So, so handsome. And so, so cocky.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Was all you managed to say after a few seconds of pure silence, despite all the teammates roaming through the tunnel, clapping and screaming from their recent win. 

“You have a really pretty face; have you ever heard that?” He leaned in, and your heart almost escaped through your throat. You couldn’t tear your eyes apart from his. 

What if Emilia was right? Was this the right moment? He was totally flirting with you… Wasn’t he?

“I…” 

“What about this? You wait here, looking as lovely as you do right now until I shower… And then I can take you to dinner so we can celebrate the win?” He whispered the proposition like it was a promise. At this point, you couldn’t even speak. “How does that sound?” 

“Yeah, sure…” You whispered back, holding your bag so close to your chest that you could feel the handles burying themselves in your skin. 

“Perfect.” Then he kissed your cheek, and you really stopped breathing for a few milliseconds. And as you were starting to have a little panic attack, he left.

Have you just… agreed to a date with Erling Haaland? Well, fuck.

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I'm back againnnnnn with another idea that come into my mind

So, Pup didn't get the chance to live comfort before entering 141

I feel like, at their old base, Pup would, when nobody would look at them, hug themself to try to calm themself down and to try to have a little bit of comfort

I also feel like Maddox would find Pup doing that one day and just scream at them :(

How would 141 react to seeing them hugging themself? I imagine that they would be scared of their reaction, to be honest

And how would they react if Pup would scaredly admit what happened before, not being able to look at them and their tail hidden between their legs?

✨️ anon

Your work is impecable as always starry ✨

Maddox would for sure shout at them, but he’d embarrass them too. Make sure to shout loud so everyone in their immediate vicinity knows what they’re doing. He’d make an example out of the stupid baby wolf, as he always does to any hybrid that displays behaviours he wants stamped out, and would tell them to hug themselves while they get hit and see if that silly act of comfort helps any when they’re being attacked.

If 141 caught them, Pup’d go all shaky and wait for the barrage of teasing or prepare to be told off, but that wouldn’t come. I think Gaz would be the first to act and he’d maybe a sling a shoulder round Pup and scratch their ears, he’d tell Pup “you can just tell us if you need somethin’ you know, don’t have to be embarrassed - even if it’s a hug.”

As much as Pup would be standing there feeling like their cheeks were going to overheat at being caught out, they’d still twist in Gaz’s arms and hug him properly and maybe stay quiet for a lil bit before Ghost would take them for a minute to go decompress and talk about it. Price would make sure Simon got a room nice and quick and Soap would stand guard making sure nobody tried to knock or disturb him while he gives Pup some time to come back to themselves from their lil panic.

[prest0allay]

Dude. DUDE. Your art is so epic I love every frame of it--

Like!! the Lyrics!! Go so well!! "Better than I ever did" FITS. Joel had Gem's back and Gem had his and their relationship was so wholesome and healthy-- so much so that??? He didn't die??? Like-- for 4 episodes??? Where did that come from? (It was Gem. It was because of Gem)

YESS!!!! Joel using the teleportation power was my absolute favorite part of the episode. I don't think anyone was able to use their powers more effectively than he did at that moment. It was basically a 5 v. 1 (including skizz + martin) and he survived!!! Also the detail on this frame is so epic!! Impulse dying in the back, etho watching in horror, Cleo and pearl angrily chasing him while Scott is just confused?? EPIC. And Joel??? Grinning like a madman??? Because he was having fun even as he came so close to dying like 10 separate occasions??? DUDE. "Feeling like a little kid" WORKS

AHHHHHH- DUDE. I'm so devastatingly relieved that Joel wasn't there when Gem died because I would've fallen apart to see his live reaction but like-- this is almost sadder ;-; HIS FAMILY!!! DIED WHEN HE WASN'T THERE!!! AND HE WAS LEFT WITH NO ONE (but grian) like-- that just breaks me. They were there for each other every step of the way and he was steps away from her during her final moments-- not to witness it nor to save her. ahhhh- I'm dead.

(also I found it so fitting that the second she died the wild cards ended. Almost like the watchers recognized that they didn't need them anymore)

AHHHHH- JOEL REFLECTING ON HIS PAST SELF IS SO CRAZY. The redness around him?? The dogs?? The fact that his current self is surrounded by green? He didn't turn red until the end. He won by going against what he had been for 5 seasons before and won. And the red eye? symbolizing that his murderous tendencies were still there, waiting and ready to emerge when he decided to use them? So amazing.

AHHHHHHHHHH THE LAST FRAME IS SO BEAUTIFUL. The night sky?? the comet??? The GREEN glow around him with that tired but victorious smile on his face? So beautiful. You're amazing.

Anyways I am also so normal about this. Thank you for the impecable Joel content :3 it is so. so delicious.

Thank you for the amazing paragraph. I'm fighting my inner demons cause my ego is inflating thanks to all the sweet (and feral) notes I'm getting.

I like how you noticed the red eye, for me it was more like this time He's in control and not going mad. Fun fact about the 3rd pic, despite going "I'm still standing" I drew Joel sitting cause he's humbled and genuenly scarred that he's going to mess up again, since he lost Gem, the one person who helped him with his anger. But she's still there in spirit (the green headband on his wrist) all the way till the end.

I chose the song since his win for me is a celebration of becoming a better person :>

[dairyfairyy]

brent's line in soda's letter where he ends the song going:

"This house ain't a home without you."

has me in tears EVERY SINGLE TIME.

thank you, brent comer, for your impecable service. 😭😭🫶🏼

🎙: @/leahhope2412 (on youtube!!)

feat. my 12am messy writing ✨️

[dapper-lil-arts]

Out of curiosity, have you read other MLP fanfics and if you did, what are your favorites?

Oh yeah, i read a few! Not many stand out in my brain, but let me look through my favorites list on fimfic: Writing friend of mine, Redhoodie21 writes lots of really fun compelling one-shots with wonderful prose, imma just send their whole catalogue lol. But this one is my favorite, Sunset Shimmer as an alienated warrior with mommy issues? Impecable This one stands out as a rare one where its sciset, when they're both still "evil", Sunset being an bitch and scitwi being a mad scientist and hitting it off. This one is probably my favorite comedy fic ever, it's just kind of hilarious and yet plausible that so many mares would activelly pursue AJ. The ending is a bit predictable but everything else is a baaaanger. The same writer also wrote a series where the Equestria girls cast hunts the undead and it has some badass mom principal celestia on it. Iconic as hell. Super inspiring and fun, having the EQG cast get to do insane badass stuff!

A friend of mine wrote tons of cute self indulgent fics, but the standout for me is one where Misty from gen 5 is trained by Sunset Shimmer to be better, stronger, cooler! Its super adorable and allows characters that would never ever meet in canon but have much in common to show their chemistries in some really fun ways!

This one's a classic, just good old fashioned sciset, one of the first fics I ever written, actually! I remember it fondly!

This one's an honest to goodness horror fic with rarijack! a pretty fun and chiling tale that has an incredibly well put together take on ghosts n shit. My only complaints are that they didn't even mack on each other and also we as a society need to acknoledge how funny this is: "Hey fellas is it gay that the phantom manifestation of your loneliness took the form of your best friend and you cuddle it at night for comfort?"

This one has two sequels, and it's another one of those comedy fics but this time, one that acknowledges that sex is hilarious, which it is

This right here feels like it was written specifically for me, catering to my interests, babey. Centuries old Twilight and Sunset as alicorns, ruling together having already advanced Equestria into a golden age and loving each other so, SO goddamn hard. and above all, we get a badass "WHERE'S MY WIFE" tale of an godlike shimmer lmao-- Something I've written myself!

Also I'm currently working on one of my most self indulgent works lmao, rewriting both Sunset's entire backstory and rewriting forgotten friendship all in the same story :)