#or sh*ps but who knows

[sikoazayn]

"tranquilo carnal, tranquilo"

[asterias-corner]

I’m ranting in the tags because the topic is apparently sensitive on here

no tw or cw, just pissed off and concerned

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Hi, honey! Could you please write something about Emily Prentiss having a teenage daughter who sh’s and Em finds out? I know you wrote something similar and it’s perfectly okay if you feel like this is too repetitive <3 Ps; you’re so incredible and I aspire to be able to write like you do!! <3

Here you go, Anon! It's true, I've had a lot of SH-related requests recently, but I really don't mind the repetition. If it's something people want more of, and it helps them feel safe and heard and loved, I'm happy to write it. ❤️ (and thank you so much I'm so flattered! <3)

Tiny

Emily Prentiss x daughter!reader Warnings: self-harm, discussion of self-harm and self-harm tools, mental illness, internalized homophobia, explicit language (please let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.8k

Summary: After your best friend moves away, you start to struggle with depression, loneliness, and self-harm. You do a pretty good job of hiding it for a while but your mom is a profiler after all.

You’d been so good, so good, at hiding it. Long sleeves. Bracelets. You kept the tiny, sharp travel scissors in your locker at school, disguised in a bag with fabric and buttons and needles. A sewing project, you always said if anyone asked. But no one asked.

The truth of the matter was that you didn’t have many friends. And Sophia, your best friend since second grade, had moved to Denver last year for her dad’s job. You’d sworn to keep in touch, sworn that you’d stay best friends no matter what. And you’d tried, you’d really tried. But the daily texts had turned into weekly texts. The every-other-night FaceTime calls became every-other-month. And every time you talked to her, it seemed like her life was better than ever. She had new friends. A new soccer team. Even a boyfriend. It seemed like every time you called her, she was with him.

It hurt when you realized that Sophia liked spending time with her new boyfriend more than spending time with you. But it had hurt even more to examine your own jealousy, your own inexplicable rage at her moving on, making new friends, having new experiences. The reality–that you liked Sophia as more than a friend–hit you like a gut punch. And you didn’t know who to talk to about it. Normally, you’d talk to Sophia. But you couldn’t talk to her about this. Honestly, you weren’t even sure you were good enough friends to talk about boys or girls or whoever anymore. She’d drifted away and left you behind.

You thought about talking to your mom–she’d dated girls. But she was so busy with work, so stressed. She tried really hard not to let on when she was home, but you could see how tired she was, how she nodded blankly when you told her about your day, her mind elsewhere. No doubt with the hundreds of psychopaths and murderers she investigated every day.

You didn’t know who you were or what you were. You just knew that you were lonely and hurt and so deeply confused. There were other LGBTQ+ kids at school, but they’d all been out since middle school. They had that unbreakable comradery that queer kids who flock together often have. And you’d missed it.

All the confusion, all the hurt, all the feelings, roiled inside you until there was no place for it to go except out. The first time you’d drawn the scissors across your forearm, the blood had surprised you, as had the brief moment where there was blood but no pain. But when the pain did hit, it felt like a balloon had popped, like something that had been growing and growing and pressing in on you had shrunk back down to a manageable size.

Of course, the shame followed. Of course, you felt terrible, guilty, ashamed, sick to your stomach. Of course, you cried when you thought about what your mom would say if she saw it, what Sophia would say. But even worse, you knew they’d ask why. And you were terrified to talk about why. So you put on your long sleeves. You started wearing bracelets. And you hoped that no one would notice.

But that night, after a quick dinner of takeout pizza and Caesar salad, your mom had asked you to wash up and, without thinking, you’d rolled up your sleeves to do the dishes.

“Oh my god!” your mom exclaimed, rushing to your side. “What happened to your arm!?”

It was so stupid. You’d been so careful. You’d kept this a secret for months and now, with just one fuck-up, you’d ruined it.

“Nothing!” you cried, squirming out of her grip. “I just… I scratched myself, that’s all.”

But your mom wasn’t stupid. She spoke six languages. She headed an FBI unit. She was the smartest person you knew. She profiled people for a living. And she could tell when you were lying.

“Y/N!” she chastised, grabbing onto your arms hard. She'd also trained in hand-to-hand combat so you were really no match for her.

She turned your wrists around so she could see the inside of your arms, and the look on her face nearly broke you. It was sadness, it was guilt, it was shock and disbelief and worry, so much worry. You stared at the ceiling, willing yourself not to cry, mouth clamped shut.

“Y/N,” she said, quieter, running a gentle thumb along your forearms. “Tiny, look at me.” A tear dripped down your cheek. She didn’t call you Tiny much these days. And you always rolled your eyes when she did. It was what she’d called you when you were little. I love you, Tiny. You're so strong, Tiny! You can do it! Everything’s gonna be okay, Tiny.

You sniffed and lowered your head to look at her, more tears falling. You saw that your mom had tears in her eyes, too, and it made you feel awful.

“How long have you been hurting yourself?” she asked, her voice calm and gentle, full of emotion.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, sniffling. “Maybe like… six months?”

She let out a shaky sigh and nodded. “Okay,” she said, more to herself than to you. “Okay.” After a moment, she drew you into her, and you pressed your face into her chest, finally letting yourself cry.

“It’s okay, honey,” she cooed, smoothing your hair as she hugged you. “It’s gonna be okay.”

When your sobs had calmed to hiccups, you emerged, face red and blotchy. Your mom wiped your face with her hands and motioned to the kitchen table. “This might be hard for you,” she started, looking at you earnestly. “But we need to talk about it. Go ahead and sit down. I’m gonna make us some tea.”

You took deep, soothing breaths as your mom set a steeping cup of chamomile in front of you, holding her own close to her chest.

“Are you mad at me?” you whispered, scared of the conversation to come.

“No, baby,” she assured you, squeezing your hand. “I’m not mad. I’m worried about you, that’s all.”

You nodded.

“Now, first things first,” she began, and you winced, sure she was going to take something away from you or ground you or something. “Do you know how to properly clean and dress a cut like that?”

You blinked in surprise. “Uh…” You were floundering. This is not where you expected this conversation to go. “I mean, I put band-aids on them.”

“Yeah, no,” your mom said, taking out her phone and making a note. “We’re gonna get you some alcohol sterilizer. Let’s see… Neosporin, gauze bandages. Probably butterfly bandages too, just in case. And whatever it is that you’re using for… this… you need to be sanitizing it before you use it.”

Your jaw dropped and you stared at her. “You don’t… want me to stop?”

She clicked the phone shut and stared purposefully at you. “Oh, no. Hear me loud and clear. I absolutely want you to stop. But… from what I know about self-harm, it’s a process. It might take some time. You might have relapses. And I just want you to be as safe as you can in recovery.”

“Thanks, Mom,” you said quietly, surprised at her response. You hadn’t really thought about being safe while cutting. Since cutting itself wasn’t exactly safe. Trust your mom to always be looking for ways to take care of you.

Your mom pursed her lips for a moment, as if thinking about how to proceed. And, once again, you were terrified that she was going to make you feel worse somehow, even if she didn’t mean to.

“It’s okay,” she stuttered, breathing out heavily, “if you don’t want to talk to me about what’s making you want to do this, but you need to talk to somebody. So tomorrow I’m gonna make some phone calls and we’re gonna find a therapist. And if your therapist recommends it, we might need to find you a psychiatric facility for a little bit.”

Ice-cold panic flooded your veins. “No, Mom, please!” 

“Hey, hey,” she said, grabbing your hands. “It is not a punishment. There is nothing wrong or shameful about your brain needing some help, okay? Even if it’s scary, we’re gonna do what we need to do to help you get better. Yes?”

You exhaled and nodded.

“Okay. So that’s what we’re gonna do.”

You were both silent for a moment, sipping your tea. You wished you could tell what your mom was thinking. You wished you could tell her what you were thinking. You so desperately wanted to tell someone. And you were scared. Scared that your mom would never look at you the same again. Scared that you’d never again be that same little girl, her Tiny. There was too much wrong with you.

You sniffled as your eyes filled with tears again. “Mom?” you squeaked.

“Yeah, honey?”

You asked what you were most afraid to ask. “Do you still love me?”

“Oh, baby,” she said, scooting her chair toward you and wrapping you in her arms. “Of course I do. I love you so much. I’ll always love you. You’re my little girl, you’re my Tiny.”

Your shoulders shook as you wept. “I just feel…” you cried. “I just feel like no one really loves me.”

“That’s just not true,” your mom said, rubbing your back. “I love you. All your aunts and uncles at the BAU love you. What about Sophia? She loves you.”

You cried even harder. “No, she doesn’t, Mom.”

Your mom brushed your hair away from her face. “What are you talking about? You talk all the time.”

And when you finally said it, it felt like a weight off your shoulders, like you’d been carrying a mountain for months and someone had finally lifted it away. You shook as you spoke. “She doesn’t love me like I love her.”

Understanding flooded your mom’s face. She nodded, and you could tell by the look on her face, by the empathy in her eyes, by the way she squeezed your hand and cupped your face and pursed her lips that she knew. She knew what it was like. She knew the confusion and the hurt and the self-hatred. She knew it all.

And it was almost better that she didn’t say anything. Anything at all. She just looked at you and understood. She just brushed your tears away with her thumb and let you finish crying. And when your sobs subsided, she held your hand. And she kept holding it. And after a while, she brushed your hair out of your face and said, “Everything’s gonna be okay, Tiny. I promise.”

And you knew–because she was your mom, because she was her, because she loved you and you loved her–that it would be.

[littlemessyjessi]

"Babydolls and Bucky Bears": A Holiday MCU Imagine: Bucky Barnes

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A MCU Holiday Imagine: Bucky Barnes 

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader, PS Reader, Reader 

Warnings: Bucky’s past? Reader has a minor injury.  I mean, this is just referenced and nothing serious.   

Use of Y/N because we all know that if I do a full backstory and name this character right now that none of us will ever see the end of this.  At least not in this calendar year.  But ya’ll know me and ya’ll should know that this has been added to the list of things to turn into stories with characters because I get attached to my writing.  Moving on. 

Fem Identifying reader because I love me some womenses.  I just like writing about a woman especially if I’m already having a love interest with a man.  Because bi panic and I’m selfish.  I want both and the joy of me writing it means I can do that and give myself that little gift. 

If you don’t vibe with that, that’s cool.  Have a lovely day and see ya round.  No worries here.

If you’re under 18, get out.  Love you but get out.   Tis not the place for you.  Be kind to yourselves, drink water and have a great day.  Love you, but leave. 

……

Bucky narrowed his eyes at the black dog that greeted him calmly when he opened the door. 

Not calmly in the way that Dumbledore calmly asked Harry if he’d put his name in the Goblet of Fire movie. 

But calmly as in the way it happened in the book. 

Because all that dog did was sit there, wag his tail and give him a doggy smile. 

Bucky rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth tugged up a bit. 

He knew his girlfriend, Y/N, was the cause of this. 

“Babe?” he called out. 

“In here!” came her voice from the living room.  

Odd that she didn’t absolutely maul him the moment he walked through the door like she usually did…. but he let it go. 

Perhaps, she was prolonging the lecture that they both knew was coming. 

She could run but she couldn’t hide.  

“Babe, come on, we talked about the dog thing…” Bucky started as he began to pull off his coat and toe off his boots. 

“He’s just visiting for a week, Buck.  Bruno belongs to Anton.” she called back.  

“Aside from the fact that you sang to me over and over and over again that we don’t talk about Bruno… who’s Anton?” he said. 

“He’s in my book club.  He and his wife, Delilah, are going out of town this week to visit the in-laws. Something about they have to go this time because her brother is bringing his new boyfriend and she’s gotta be there for moral support. Anyway,  said in-laws are allergic to dogs.   They offered for me to just stay there and house sit with Bruno but I know you and I know you’d come to collect me before the first night.”  she said, ending with a knowing giggle. 

 “Uh, yeah.  How am I supposed to sleep without my cuddle buddy?” he said, smiling as more of those giggles floated through the air like music to his ears. “Do you want some hot chocolate, doll?” 

“Ooooh, yes please!” she all but squealed. 

Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he turned towards her little hot cocoa cart. 

She’d thrown an unholy fit when she discovered them on Pinterest. 

Pinterest was Bucky’s greatest foe for it was Pinterest that inspired that woman to DIY and when her ADHD kicked in somehow he always came home to an explosion of glitter. 

However, he would admit that the little bar cart turned hot cocoa cart was actually very useful. 

He’d have been just as happy with a Swiss Miss cocoa packet but she got a thrill out of stocking it with all kinds of treats to make the most epic mug of chocolate to have ever existed….. and she did come up with some pretty good combinations. 

“Marshmallows?” he called out. 

She gasped and recognized that tone. 

She was offended. 

“Sorry.” he laughed. “My mistake.” 

“The audacity.” he heard her mumble. 

It was only a few moments more and Bucky had loaded up a tray with their cocoas along with the christmas tree cakes and gingerbread cookies that he knew she’d whine about if he brought it to her without it.  

She’d get up and get it herself… but she’d definitely pout. 

As cute as he thought she was when she was pouting… he wanted to streamline this whole process and get right to the cuddling. 

It had been a day. 

He just wanted to hold her for a while and watch whatever oversaturated Christmas movie she chose for the night. 

Probably the Grinch…. for the millionth time. 

He didn’t mind it though. 

She always cried when the Grinch’s heart grew three sizes  and he thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world. 

However, the second he rounded the corner into the living room… he just stood completely frozen. 

There, in their home was an enormous tree… made from metal. 

Boxes of ornaments were on the floor and sat on the couch, in a nest of blankets, was the love of his life. 

“Buck?” 

He blinked, “Um?” 

The sound of her taking in a huge breath should have prepared him for the onslaught of anxiety ridden explanations but he was honestly just paralyzed with shock at this massive silver tree.  

“Ok, so I know we said we would just do a fake tree because the real one would leak sap everywhere but then I got stuck on TikTok seeing terrifying, horrible stories where those things caught on fire because the wiring is terrible and I didn’t want us to burn alive so for the past month I’ve been making this and scouring all the thrift stores in the tristate area for vintage tree ornaments and I know it’s not traditional but-” she all but exploded, speaking at rate which one could only describe as that of Gilmore Girl proportions.   

“Sweetheart.”

“And I know I sprung the dog situation on you but I really didn’t know until a few hours ago but I didn’t have time to call you because I had to pick up the jukebox this morning.  It’s cute, Buck.  The tabletop ones from an old diner and it’s loaded with Christmas songs!”

“Babe.” 

“And then I had a record on hold from a vintage shop and then the lights for the fireplace came in.  The safe ones! Not the ones that will burn us alive in our sleep!” 

“Doll.” 

“So I had to run out and get the lights and then go get Bruno and get back home and get it all decorated for you because I wanted you to come home to a magically decorated home for the holidays but then I slipped and slid half way down the street in the ice and… here I am.” she said. 

Bucky set the tray down on the table before kneeling in front of her. 

“Ok, so first, take a breath. I don’t think you’ve breathed once since you started.” he teased, happy to have gotten a smile out of her. “Come on.  Big breath and let it out.” 

“Hey, those are my tricks.” 

��Dollface, I don’t think you can claim breathing as one of your tricks.  You might have to take that up with God.” 

“You right. Sorry, Jesus.”

Bucky shook his head, “And I’m not mad.   I don’t mind the dog thing anyway.  I just worry about us having time to take care of one but if you want to hear the truth- since you started working from home more… Which thank you for that by the way.  I know you can handle yourself but knowing you’re here sometimes takes the edge off a little.” 

Her hand found the side of his face, thumb swiping across his cheek, “I know, Buck.  I don’t mind it at all actually.” 

They shared a smile, “I don’t hate the idea of you having a dog here with you either.  I mean, I’d like to be included in the decision and I would really, really prefer it if they had some additional training.   I’ve thought about adopting a retired police dog.  I actually know of a few that need good homes.” 

“James Buchanan Barnes, I love that idea and I love you for thinking of it.  You might get lucky tonight if we can figure out a way to do this without me having to move my foot too much.” she said. 

Bucky smirked but wasted no time in digging around in her blanket nest to find the wounded limb, “Well, I know of several positions that involve your legs over my shoulders so I think we can figure that part out, baby. But let me see.  Did you hurt it badly?” 

“Not too bad. I just sprained it, I think.   And then of course it was icy and I slid.   Oh, we have a trash can lid to return by the way.” she said and at Bucky’s arched brow, she pulled it from where it was leaning against the side table looking very much like Cap’s shield. 

He sighed, “Do I wanna know?” 

“Well, I couldn’t get up because of my ankle and because the ice was slippery too.  Bruno is actually one smart puppy because he brought me that lid, nudged me on and then he literally pulled me home.  Anton and Delilah put his harness on for him before we left so I just held the leash and he pulled me home.  I don’t know what I would’ve done without him.  Oh, I want to make brownies for Miss Helen’s grandsons across the street.  They’re the ones that helped me inside and brought all the stuff up.   When I fell, I dropped everything, which included my phone.  Couldn’t have even called you.  Bruno was a very good boy.” she said, aiming a fond smile at the black lab sitting in the doorway. 

Bucky patted the floor next to him and held out his hand to the dog who all but ran to slide his head underneath it for pets. 

“Thanks, Bruno.” Bucky said, scratching behind the dog’s ears.  “I will cook you a steak for this tonight.” 

“Well deserved!” Y/N cheered and Bruno happily wagged hs tail. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked. 

She sighed but nodded, “Yeah, I just hate that the house is a mess.  I might need to house sit for Anton and Delilah anyway though.” 

At his furrowed brows she explained, “They fancy over there, babe.   Bruno’s doggy door literally has a remote.  As does his feed and water bowls.   He’s upscale, Buck.  I can do all that from their couch with the remotes.” 

He nodded before giving her a small smile, “Or I could be completely out of action for the next two weeks and live out this little holiday fantasy of yours.” 

“I would personally love nothing more than to have a very cute man servant for the next two weeks.” she said with an impish little smile, “However, Sam might need you.” 

“Sam is gonna be fine.” Bucky laughed. “It would be a blessing to him for me to be out of what little hair he has.” 

“Bucky, that’s not true.” she laughed. 

“He’s training like three newbies.” Bucky said. 

“Oh.” Y/N said and then gave a nod, “Yeah, probably for the best.  Ya’ll would kill each other.” 

“Exactly.” he said. “I’ll let him know later that he can finally have some peace of mind training them the way he’d like to and I will spend the next two weeks doing whatever Hallmark Holiday Bucket List that I know you have hidden away somewhere.” 

“Well, ice skating is definitely crossed off that list.” she said. 

“Baby, seems to me that you’ve already done your ice skating this year.” he said, gesturing to her swollen ankle.  “If sledding with snow dogs was on there, mark that as completed as well.” 

“Will do.” she giggled. 

“So there is a list!” 

“Of course there’s a list, James! How the heck do you expect me to get anything done without a list?” 

The two of them fell into laughter. 

Bucky ordered in, Door Dashing enough food to feed an army. 

He claimed it was because fast food would make her foot feel better.  

In reality, his babygirl was hurt and honestly he just wanted to give her all her favorites. 

He also ordered a steak for Bruno, the best boy, and decided to text that friend of his. 

A dog definitely seemed like a good idea now. 

The dog might not be ready to go by Christmas… but he could definitely make her holiday by taking her to see them. 

‘Hey, it’s Bucky.  You know how we talked about the dogs the other day? I’m on board and I got time to come by over the next couple of weeks.  Lemme know a good time.’ he texted only to receive a reply almost instantly.

‘Great timing.  Come by anytime and we’ll go from there.’ 

Bucky looked over the scene in his home

An explosion of holiday cheer and right in the middle of it was his sweet girl sipping her hot cocoa watching Disney Channel holiday episodes and scratching the dog’s head. 

This was about as close to heaven as he had gotten in a long time. 

He looked up to the ceiling for a second before giving a little nod and he said a prayer to God or the Universe or however the creator wanted to be addressed these days, “Thank you. This is better than I ever thought I get and far more than I ever thought I deserved.  Thank you.” 

“Hey, Buck, come watch! Raven just had a vision that she’s  getting a necklace for Christmas!” 

He smiled and settled into the couch beside her, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“You ok, babe?” she asked. 

“I’m great, babe. This is nice.” he said. 

“I’m sorry about the mess. I’ll get it cleaned up when I can stand.” She apologized. 

“You’re not standing for several days and you can take that any way you want.” he said with a smirk before adding seriously, “And I’ll get all this cleaned up and take care of the dog.” 

“But-” 

“No.” he said. “I don’t usually get to be involved in the decorating process anyway.  I’m gone more than I’d like  and don’t get me wrong- I love coming home to it, baby.  It’s so nice to come home and see all the time and effort you put into our home.  But it’ll be nice to be a part of it.  Take this opportunity to boss me around, babe.  It doesn’t happen often.” 

“Oh, I can think of plenty of times I boss you, James.” she said, keeping her gaze on the television. 

She always looked so sweet but Bucky knew the feisty little firecracker that resided behind all that holiday cheer. 

He chose to save his response for later… when Bruno was in his bed and they were in theirs. 

“But I’ll take care of Bruno.” she continued. “I agreed.  Not you.  It’s my responsibility.” 

“We’ll call it even for him rescuing the love of my life.” Bucky said. “Besides, consider it a trial run on the dog idea.” 

“Yeah, but.” 

“Baby, I’m not taking no for an answer here.” he said before furrowing his brows. “Despite how creepy that just sounded.   Does anyone listen when they say things like that?  That sounded very-” 

“Assaulty? Stalkery?” she supplied. 

“Yeah.” he said. “Babe, that’s not how-” 

“Oh, can it, Barnes.” she laughed. “I know you would never.  You’ve literally changed my shirt for me when I was too drunk to function and puked on myself. Yet, you kept your eyes closed and still asked for consent over and over.  Despite the fact that you have seen me naked plenty of times before.”  

“Well, babe, I just-” 

“I know and I love you for it.” 

“You shouldn’t love me for basic human kindness.” 

“I don’t.” she said. “I love you because you acknowledge that basic human kindness is something that is sometimes very lacking in the world.   I know that you understand that better than most on levels that most couldn’t even come close to in their deepest, darkest nightmares.  I love YOU, Bucky.  And I know that who you are is so true because despite all of the horrible things that have happened in your life… that little light?  That little light still shines and that’s you.  That’s my Bucky Bear.” 

“I love you, Babydoll.  Merry Christmas.” 

“I love you, Bucky Bear. Merry Christmas.” 

And the house was warm and full of contentment with the lovers cuddled close, ornaments twinkling in the firelight and a hound peacefully laying at their feet. 

A Merry Christmas it was. 

…….  

Hello, loves!  I hope you enjoy this holiday content! 

Hope ya’ll are having a great day! 

Love you. 

— 

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[thefatesofspring]

You know who's stupid? The people who'd go below and beyond to justify every sh*t Rhys pulled, claiming he had "good" reasons and intentions for everything, while also claiming he's morally gray.

Sjm is one of those people. Write him off as the bad guy, make him do something very terrible to write him off as this morally gray character and then justify his bs and assasinate characters to make him look like the good guy. Wtf is he meant to be??? He cannot be the feminist king that cares for everyone and their mother while also have him be an asshole. Kaz and Carden don't need reasons for why they do sh*t. They do certain things for their own gain and they don't give a damn. They're clearly morally gray. Rhys? I don't fucking know.

Hi anon 👋🏾 again my apologies for only responding now😩

Couldn’t have said it any better myself & it further proves my point again that Rhysand isn’t written for the story let alone the plot!!

I’ve not read the shadow & bone series yet but the cruel prince series I have & to me Cardan is a perfect example of morally grey & executed really well! Ps I absolutely love Cardan! But with Rhysand & the things he’s done not just to Feyre but other courts/HL’s & the justifications are INSANE!!! Everything Rhysand has done has served NO PURPOSE or even benefitted anyone including himself and example of Rhysand doing shit that had the opposite effect of benefiting anyone including himself was when he went to the summer court & he, Amren & Feyre stole the book of breathing because he swore blind that Hybern was after it & if memory serves me correct Hybern actually stated that he was never after the book until Rhysand had taken it out of its home court…like wtf!! The actual big bad villain is telling you that your judgement was wrong & way off & somehow we’re still supposed to believe Rhysand did the right thing & is a “good person”?!!… when in reality if he had just listened to Feyre when she said perhaps asking Tarquin for the book & letting him in on what they think so many things could have been avoided including Tamlin thinking that Feyre was being controlled because now she’s out here lying, manipulating & stealing from other high lords and their courts.

Rhysand is only “feminist” to the women in his circle excluding Nesta & the irony is he never actually gives them choice just the illusion of it & yet for some bizarre reason people buy it🤷🏽‍♀️ he’s honestly just become a joke of a character that is so poorly written & executed. He’s not morally grey or even morally black he’s straight up horrible.

Not to mention ACOTAR is a legit watered down, YA, knock off version of Anne Bishop’s The Black jewel trilogy😩

[p-redux]

Sam Heughan dating news I can actually post because the dots connect!

Sooo, a couple of days ago I got this Anon in my Inbox 👇

I hate cryptic messages so I didn't post it and I had no idea who the other SH was. In the future, please, for the LOVE OF GOD, if you have info, send me FULL NAMES, I HATE initials. Anyhoo, since I didn't know who SH was, I ignored the Anon . Then yesterday I got this Anon 👇

Now I had a name. I went to her account and she's a single mother to a young son, a fitness coach, and she's from Scotland 👇

Here's an article about her from 2019. So, she had her son in 2018.

But I didn't see any proof of her being in the Canary Islands or connected to Sam, other than they mutually follow each other. And interestingly enough, she follows Karina Elle, one of Sam's exes. But that could just be fitness related. Then TODAY I get this Anon 👇

So I race back to her Instagram account, and sure enough, behind her on the wall it indeed says GRAN CANARIA Training! 👇

And THIS background is def not the UK. 👇

I DMed one of the Team who keeps track of all things Sam related and she DMed me this info 👇 She also let me know Sarah has liked some of Sam's posts.

I know Sam doesn't usually follow who he dates anymore, but that's not always the case. I'm sure sometimes he follows women he finds attractive, and then eventually DM's them, and then they go out on dates. That seems to be the case here.

Regardless, we know with 100% certainty that Sarah is in the Canary Islands based on her post. And we know with 100% certainty that Sam is in the Canary Islands based on my previous post with the fan sighting of him on the plane headed to La Palma, Canary Islands. Sooo, dots connected, my friends.

Who knows how long they've been dating, casual, or more, but as usual, and just for fun, I'm coining their couple name: #Samarah

PS. If anyone has a problem with this post, then this isn't the blog for you, go elsewhere...for the rest of us, go ahead and comment away!

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

The one of teenager/young adult HL sister, I can imagine after she show who's the boss on those two (aka translucent and the deep) i imagine Homelander just intimidating both of them like last warning for them.

Also I like to imagine that maybe Soldier boy ( who maybe never got kidnapped and set by Russian) who is still with the group of Vought but not much on screen but still doing mission here and there heard about what happened (aka little harassment on HL sister) he may or may not did also beat the sh*t out of them .... 👉👈 Just thinking don't mind me ;))))

P.s im happy that you like the idea , hope you don't mind me giving other ideias too!!

I think the moment Homie flashes his deadly sharp canines Deep and Translucent know they've really fucked up. He'll make their lives a living hell during their next meeting.

Soldier Boy is the definition of misogynist, but when it comes to his literal baby girl it’s a different matter. No one disrespects his kids. Especially his little girl. And yeah, maybe SB gets a little too fucked up one night and starts thinking about the incident more and more despite you telling him you took care of it. He doesn't like how those pathetic losers even dared to take advantage of you like that. And maybe he was fueled by these incessant thoughts and decided to take a drive into the city to Vought Towers. Everyone who sees them make sure to stay clear out of his path. Eyes are not blinked when he makes his way to the upper levels where only members of the Seven are allowed.

And MAYBE Soldier Boy totally breaks into their rooms to beat them to near death.

You actually bump into him in the hallway. "Hey da- . . . why are you all bloody?"

He won't say anything. Just pat your head with his bloody hand as he passes by you.

Its a well known fact you can take care of yourself. But it definitely doesn't hurt to have two loyal guard dogs ready to back you up.

ps. definitely loving these. missed writing about this fucked up little family 😂😅

[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge

read day 21 on ao3!

prompt: buying flowers for the other

summary: John finds flowers and poems in his locker. The notes are signed with 'SH', but John has no idea who his secret admirer could be.

Gen, 880 words, Fluff, AU - High School. Secret Admirer, Love Poems, Flowers, Shy Sherlock Holmes

or read it here (because i miss posting my ficlets on tumblr):

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John opened his locker and reached for his French workbook. His hand stopped moving halfway there. A french daisy lay on top of his books. A note was wrapped around it...

"You love me,

you love me not..."

"What the...?" John mumbled, staring at the daisy in his hand.

"John!" Mike crashed into him from behind. "Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?"

"I... uh I think someone left a daisy in my locker," John held it out to him, but kept the note.

"Oh my gosh, is it a secret admirer?!"

"What! No!" John waved that idea off.

***

Three days later John just finished his rugby training when he came back to his locker. He opened it and rose petals flew over him. A note was amonst them.

"Roses are red,

violets are blue.

I might be mad,

but I like you.

-SH"

John grunted and kicked his backpack softly. Whoever thought it was romantic to put roses in his locker forgot about the mess they made along with it. He cleaned it up, but sone small part inside him queried who "SH" was...

***

The next time there was an actual flower bouquet in it. Tulips. John had to smile, he loved tulips. He caught himself looking for a note. There, behind his English workbook, he found it.

"I dream of tulips,

yellow, blue, the leaves are green.

I dream of my lips on your lips,

no inbetween.

-SH"

John laughed. The poems really weren't that great... however he couldn't help but wonder, who the secret admirer was. SH... Sabrina Hollen from his English class? Susanne Heeling from biology? Sabrina constantly joked around with him and Susanne seemed to stare at him but whenever he tried to look her in the eyes... she looked away, cheeks pink.

Or could it be... No, no way the serious chemistry nerd would hide flowers in... but what if? Doesn't matter. It's not him... and besides, John wasn't gay.

John hadn't noticed he had crumbled up the note in his hand. When he flattened it again, he saw a PS on the backside.

"Meet me tomorrow. 3pm at Speedy's."

***

"Just don't get killed," Mike said over the phone.

"I'll be fine," John allayed. "Okay. I'm here. I'll text you."

"Alright. Enjoy. No murders!"

John rolled his eyes, "I'll do my best to not get murdered."

"That's my man. Don't forget to text!"

"Yes, yes. Bye now!" John hung up.

He was here. At Speedy's. Going to meet his secret admirer (not his murderer, he hoped).

He sat down on a desk in the back, but he could overlook everything and he was close to an emergency exit - just in case. By now it was 2:57 and John was getting nervous. Would his admirer actually have the guts to show up?

The time passed and at 3:04 he slowly started doubting his decision to come here. He wasn't sure what - or better, who - he was expecting even.

'My lips on your lips, no inbetween,' an inner voice whispered.

Just in that moment the door opened and the chimes above it jingled. A shadow stood in the frame... and then it moved towards him, with a confidence, John admired.

When the shadow turned into a human with a face... John gasped...

"Sher- Sherlock?"

"Hello, John," the tall boy stood in front of the small table, where John had sat down.

"I don't- are you... did you put all the flowers into my locker?" John suddenly felt extremely nervous upon seeing Sherlock Holmes. He knew him from chemistry class, they did a few experiments together and had a great time. John had loved how the serious boy's face lit up when he tried out something new and it worked.

Sherlock twisted his face as if in pain. "It was Irene's idea. She was sick of me whining at her about how I wanted... want to know you better."

That made John relax, he asked, "Want to know me better as in," a huge grin spread on his face, "'my lips on your lips, roses are red, tulips are green, no inbetween' way or a... platonic way?"

Sherlock - still standing - just stared at him. He looked slightly in shock. "I never wrote that."

"Eh, close enough," John leaned back, waving dismissively with his hand.

"You clearly have no idea about poetry, John."

"Well you better be glad, otherwise I wouldn't be here on this date with you," John smirked.

The stiff expression on Sherlock's face melted and turned into a smile. He plummeted onto the chair opposite of John and sighed, "Alright, fair enough." Then he blushed. "Date," he pointed out.

John laughed. "You wooed me with flowers and poems, what did you expect?"

Sherlock smiled, his cheeks turning even redder when he laid a hand over John's. "I wasn't sure it was gonna work. Thanks for coming."

John felt his hand starting to sweat underneath Sherlock's, so he pulled it out and slapped his thighs. "I'm gonna grab a coffee. Can I get my date something?"

"Oh, uh... coffee. Black, two sugars."

John got up. But when he walked by Sherlock, he leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I am so happy my secret admirer is you."

Then, he headed to the counter to order.

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i would be SUPER happy if you gave this ficlet some love on ao3 as well! 🥰

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[tarotmundomonde]

The person on your mind March 2024

love reading (feelings & actions)

Let me know, if it resonates and what you think about this type of a reading!

pick a number 1-5 OR an emoji 💟 🐳 🦚 🕸️ 📒

(ps. this reading is for practice and for fun)

1.💟 Okay, gotta be honest with this pile. At first, when I did the reading step by step, it seemed like overall you are dealing with someone, who does have some feelings for you, but whom to someone else is coming first. Therefore it looked like this person was keeping you as a back-up plan and ghosts you rather than directly rejects you. However, once I pulled all the cards to the table, something was off. So that interpretation might be true to someone. However, after taking a second look at your spread, it seemed to be your narrative about the situation, not the actual truth. Like you think that the reason why someone is not talking to you is, because they are in love with someone else and that it's the obvious. That it's time for you to accept that, you think this story is over and it's time to release it. However, this narrative of yours is not theirs. Looking at the cards, the connection is on pause at the moment, dormant, but the light is not gone. The connection is very much alive, it's simply on time out. This person sees you and you see them. And this person adores you. But it looks like things are lost in translation, you've misunderstood each other. You started writing different stories and chapters on your connection. You think they are taken? They think you are taken. So this person has taken distance from this connection, perhaps trying to release it. But your connection has a really strong heartbeat to it, no kidding. And whatever happens, there is a new beginning on the horizon. Your person has feelings for you, but they feel that they cannot tell you about them. It pains them, the feeling that they can't talk to you nor express their feelings to you. And as the month of March goes by, it really looks like they are madly in love with you. And it hurts that they can't just grab you into their arms and kiss you like there is no tomorrow. Again, they feel they can't tell you. As for their actions, it does look like rejection for sure. It's like they refuse to communicate with you, to talk to you. But the thing is that what they are trying to say is that they have dignity. And they are trying to get their sh*t together and you should, too. But in no way the cards are implying them ending things with you successfully. It looks like they want to make a point by putting the connection on hold. Like they are saying, if you want them, then it's only you and them. Kinda like by putting your connection on pause, they want you to realize that they are the one you have a heart-based connection with. Because this person is very aware that there is something deeper there between you two, so they are waiting. They've made up their mind and they will not budge.

2.🐳 Looking at the cards, it looks like you are in the middle of some kind of healing process. This person could actually be a distraction. Maybe they tried to use you for healing, but it doesn't look like you are supposed to know that. Online interaction could be emphasized in this connection. But it feels like this connection is perhaps short-lived or has some frustrating aspects to it, some repetitive pattens to it. There is definitely active spying going on here and mind games. But the attraction is real. This person could be quite attractive. So you two can't help but be curious about each other, but there is also dissatisfaction and isolation. And a sense of comparison. This person compares you to others and things. Currently, it looks like their feelings are more on the friendzone side towards you. They might have experienced you as a third-party that they are working on releasing. Like they are detaching themselves from you. But still, they kinda want to be there, they want to be friendly towards you. And as the month of March goes by, they could feel a little sorry, like they can't help but disappoint you. It's like they are saying that it's a pity, but now they have to fully prioritize another connection. It's like in their heart they want to tell you that they simply cannot be with you, they can't give you love or a relationship. Maybe friends could be possible, but nothing more. As for their actions, it's very passive. It looks like a break-up. But they are still there. It's kinda like you can see them happy with someone else. But oddly, it's like this person is expecting you to wait on them and they are expecting to see you try connect with them. Their attitude is that either way they will be happy and the one doing great. So it does seem that you two are still "connected", but perhaps for some healing reasons, like you are learning a lesson. They are bringing you some sort of drama and challenges to you. This person truly feels in their power and they seem to know the power of their attraction, so they are literally swimming in it. And it seems their presence is supposed to activate you to find your power, like you are meant to experience empowerment. So that's what is coming through for you in this reading.

3.🦚 Looking at the cards, this looks like a genuinely romantic connection with a lot of physical chemistry and a spiritual connection. This could also be a rather new connection. But even if not, definitely there is a feeling of trying to solidify the connection, a sense of wanting to protect it and to make it grow. Perhaps you are looking forward to taking the next step in this connection, for example a first kiss. But there are obstacles here. Whether it's distance or some sort of illusion and confusion you are dealing with. This person feels like they get and can get so much from you. But in their heart, they also feel like this connection could have a future. They feel like they want to be your companion in life and have you as their companion. And as the month of March goes by, it looks like they really want to speak about something with you but don't want to be the first one to bring it up. So instead, they are trying to stay as patient as they can and just wait. As for their actions, it seems to match with their feelings for you. They seem to take a more strategic approach towards you. Trying to figure out your next moves and to see, how they should play their cards with you. This person wants to be seen by you, they want to shine, they want your full attention. There will be focus on communication, on socializing with you, whether it's hanging out, going on dates or just texting/calling. But this person definitely graves to have intimacy with you. However, they want to feel special, they want to feel worthy. So it seems they might be seeking validation from you or some proofs that they are important to you. Like the fun and intimacy is not enough, they want to feel irreplaceable. So things will not move that smoothly forward this month. This person wants you to know the unsaid, to read between the lines. Like they refuse to say or ask, what they want to hear and know from you. So in the end, it's like they are waiting on you, waiting for you to realize something and to bring it up. This could be also simply them saying pick me to you.

4.🕸️ Looking at the cards, someone in this connection is all about the self-interest. They are in it for the benefits. It looks like someone here is looking for the right moment to make a move. Something about commitment or making a proposal. Also, delusion. Oh wow, so there is another woman, who entered the picture and she is like a wild fire in their heart. If they ever had any feelings for you, they are all gone. And as the month of March goes by, it looks like just like the wild fire came in, it's gone. Suddenly, it's over and they are in their blues. And that's when in their heart they feel like coming back to you feels right. Because they feel like you would welcome them back and that in your arms they would heal and feel safe and better. They seem to feel like you are a safe space, homey and comfortable and familiar. As for their actions, this person is extremely self-confident, whether it shows or not. They are certain you've been waiting for them. So it seems they plan to simply re-appear, as if nothing ever happened. And they'll come to get what they need from you. This person is more perseverant than you'd think and they know they are 100% sure that if they just wait, triumph is theirs. This person is like they know you don't want to be without them and that their presence is important to you and they know you want to see them. So it seems like they might try to come in and offer some kind of a more firm foundation to you. But remember, it's all about their self-interest, about what's in it for them. And this person believes you are obsessed with them and that's where their confidence about you stems from.

5.📒 Looking at the cards, maybe one of you or both are students or there is emphasis on studies or work. Something seems to be hindering the connection this month. Perhaps some limitations and complications, for example time constraints or business trips or being at a distance, etc. Otherwise, it seems the connection in itself is quite healthy and prospering. Indeed, it looks like your person doesn't have time for love. They seem to be so preoccupied with other things. They feel a bit conflicted towards you, because they feel like they don't have the time to see you nor talk to you. Yet, they want to do well with you but they can't. So, it's difficult for them. And as the month of March goes by, this person really wants to approach you but feels a little intimidated. They want to learn more about you, they want to get to know you better. But they may feel like they need some encouragement from your side. As for their actions, this person really wants to be honest with you. They seem to have some concerns and fears, perhaps they feel a little trapped. But they would like you to take the lead and that you show them actively attention. This person really wants your attention and support. It feels like they do want to give you hope so that you wouldn't stop being into them and wouldn't stop showing them interest. This person does want to see your connection develop further. So this could be a bit of a test from their side towards you as well. To see, how much you truly are into them. And if the conclusion is they are sure about you, then it seems they do want to take the next step towards you.

[piedpiperslists]

Hey cutieeeeee

How r u?

Do u have any sad fic recs? Like heart wrenching angst that'll make you cry?

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Hi. I've had so much going on these past months so I haven't been on here as much, but I'm hoping to get back to reading fics before the year ends. Fingers crossed I don't get distracted by other things before this happens 😅

There's quite a lot of angsty fics with happy endings that made me cry lmao but I'm going to assume by heart wrenching you mean fics with no happy endings.

I already have a list here for breakup (KSJ, JJK) and unrequited love (KSJ, JJK) fics. You can also check the general angst tag here (KSJ, JJK).

But let me list here some fics that still hurts me to this day whenever I'm reminded of it :'). PS I haven't read any fics since April so none of these are recent fics.

* s - contains smut

Seokjin:

Don’t Let It Fade by wtf-yoongi - drabble / angst, established relationship Summary: Sh*t happens and you’re trying to understand what you’re feeling.

Point of Origin and Intersections by vanaera - drabble / angst, established relationship Summary: People come and go at certain points of your life. You just didn’t expect you’ll find yourself and Seokjin back to where you started.

Vow by vin-taege - drabble / angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: You looked beautiful walking down the aisle. His tux was cleanly pressed, his hair sweeping into a curve above his eyes. It was exactly as he pictured it to be, and he couldn’t help but cry.

Daffodil Street by vantaenims - one shot / wc~8.1k / angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: You’ve been struggling for quite some time to overcome your feelings for your best friend who doesn’t even love you the way that you do but there are instances when he would ignite your hopes or maybe this is all just in your mind but is too much to ask for something more?

Exile by joheunsaram - one shot / wc~2.8k / angst, exes au Summary: When Seokjin sees you with your new boyfriend, all he wants is to get you back. Based on the song exile by Taylor Swift.

La Douleur Exquise by junqkook - one shot (s) / wc~3.6k / angst, soulmates au Summary: The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Seven Seconds in Heaven by jimlingss - one shot / wc~5.8k / angst, established relationship Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away.

Jungkook:

Dressed in White by vi061313 - drabble / angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: He took one last shaky breath and watched with a tight, sour feeling in his chest as you turned away from him and faced your groom, smiling even wider, so wide he was sure your cheeks would rip.

Goodnight by latetaektalk - drabble / angst, breakup au Summary: Jungkook and you lay in bed one last time as you talk about your failing relationship.

I Know the End by onlyswan - drabble / angst, breakup au Summary: But you had to go, I know, I know, I know. The End I Didn’t Know by onlyswan - drabble (s) / angst, exes au Summary: After awhile you went quiet, and I got mean.

Champagne Problems by yoongiphoria - one shot / wc~2.3k / angst, established relationship Summary: He gave you his heart to hold, and you hope to god that someone, someday, can put the shards back together.

Covert Affairs by minisugakoobies - one shot (s) / wc~4.3k / angst, enemies au, spies au Summary: The five times you cross paths with legendary spy Jeon Jungkook.

Even Winter Ends by jysmloves - one shot / wc~3k / angst, breakup au Summary: Jeon Jungkook is winter, but like all seasons, winter eventually comes to an end.

Lifting the Veil by fortunexkookie - one shot (s) / wc~3.5k / angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: Jungkook had always known that the happiest day of your life was going to be his worst, but he never imagined the reason why would’ve been anything other his love for you.

And while were on fics that made me cry, let me recommend this once again lol

The End by jimlingss - one shot / wc~31k Summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

[kindestofkings]

photography era [3]

elijah hewson x reader

reader is childhood bestfriends/ who doubles up as their occasional photographer, who is currently touring with the band!

authors note: hahahah I litch was like im gonna make a short little part 3 just to wrap this idea off and then next minute im reaching the pic limit, anyway I think it turned out cute so enjoy !

I really appreciate all the love i've received with my last insta au's y'all are the best <3

(PS: Picture credits to whoever took them)

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inhalerfan1 feeding us ryan girlies off the bat, appreciate you <;3 lewevans hahaha wait until they get moody and tired.. -> they're gonna get WORSE??

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inhalerdublin Thank you Lille for kicking off our EU tour.

We’re back in Amsterdam tonight for our biggest show so far at @afaslive

📸 yourusername

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inhalerfan1 AMAZING SHOW!! the post concert depression is too real rn..

inhalerfan2 hiring yourusername was your best decision yet boys these pics are so hot

inhalerfan1 inhaler through the female gaze has righted all the worlds wrongs (liked by elijahhewson,bobbyskeetz, ryanmcmahon_15 and joshjenkinson_)

inhalerfan3 bobby girls we're being FED

yourusername I got you girlie xx

yourusername great evening !! but I am realising im touring with 4 boys for two months.. @nieveella y'all need a photographer??

(liked by nievella) bobbyskeetz why are you always tryna get rid of us.. yourusername try listening to your 12 year old boy humour 24/7 this is a hardship !

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yourusername guys i'm a failure, E still hasn't agreed to cover I'm Just Ken 😭 What is the point of having friends that can sing if they wont take my requests 💔

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inhaler1 you are the gift that keeps on giving

inhaler2 for real get a girl who can do both

joshjenkinson_ I was gonna be pressed but i'll let it slide cause of my caption

bobbyskeetz you need to be stopped. @elijahhewson MAKE HER STOP

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evehewson hahah you are the best ever

yourusername and you are my favourite hewson! inhaler3 inlaw bonding? inhaler2 girl chill

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-filling this dramatic fella with drink to get back in his good books

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yourusername please take these photos of the boys as an apology for my last post. they are very serious musicians and are very handsome. again sorry for any upset caused.

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inhalerfan3 hahahahahhah who is holding the gun to your head rn girl?

yourusername im sure I dont know what you could possibly mean (totally unrelated robert keating can be kinda scary)

bobbyskeetz now that is more like it

yourusername @bobbyskeetz @elijahhewson am I forgiven yet? can I come for pints now

ryanmcmahon_15 I think your last post ..slayed? yourusername THIS is why your my favourite and why you had first spot in the post 🖤 inhalerfan3 hahah did you choose the order based on who you like the most rn yourusername @inhalerfan3 👁👄👁

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inhalerfanupdates GUYS I'm just back from my inhaler show and im shaking look at this pic yourusername took of my friend and I with eli! BEST. NIGHT. EVER.

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inhalerfan 1 no way that is adorable, yourusername is one of us with the 0.5

inhalerfanupdates she was literally so nice aswell! they had walked by us so fast and I think I was so visibly upset, which she spotted and made eli come back over to us! inhalerfanupdates she was also chatting to us for a little while after, talking about tour and all she comes across real genuine <3

inhalerfan2 they're dating right??

inhalerfanupdates I really think so after seeing them walk and interact together. its been so hard to tell cause shes always joking and is so close with them all. inhalerfan3 they have to be dating they're my parents.

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inhalerfan 4 you are literally traveling around europe, freeloading off your famous friends. so so ungrateful god

inhalerfan2 hate to break this to you but being mean to one of his best friends / photographer is not going to get Eli to date you! inhalerfan3 haha girl no need to be so meannnn

elijahhewson I told you we should've skipped drinks

yourusername it was for the plot hotstuff (liked by bobbyskeetz)

bobbyskeetz why is the world so loud??

ryanmcmahon_15 *three idiots

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lewevans told you they get tired and moody

yourusername oh wise man 😭😭 you were so right

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inhalerdublin she loves to joke around and despite what bobby says, its the very reason we love her.

but our photographer for the europe leg/ our bestfriend yourusername is flat out working, making sure we look our best and coolest, we remind you to be kind in your comments towards her - eli, ryan, bobby and josh <3

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yourusername BOYS im so unwell this is so sweet

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[differentsublimephantom]

Hey y’all! I thought I should make a post explaining my AU and what’s happened to Ezra/Scribblecop in it, just because why not? So here is a messy timeline of events! This is a weird hodgepodge of info dumping, and fanfiction, so you have been warned.

PS!! This is heavily based on an amazing ((and sadly unfinished)) gcbc fanfic I’ve read, and I would’ve asked the og writer permission to use this storyline in my AU, but they have , since deleted their socials (other than discord), and when I looked them up on discord they had fully disappeared. Here is the fic in question, I encourage that you read it before you read this!

So full credit for the basic plot goes to them, and I’ve made a few tweaks and fleshed out the story more here and there, but I felt I had to give explicit credit to them for the ideas. (and Ezra as a name for scribble cop!)

So. Takos Tuesday has happened. Gc and bc are still recovering, and trying to make amends for the trouble they caused. They are no longer switching using the two faces, instead they now have clip-on sunglasses to switch between GC and bc. Emmet and the other masterbuilders crew have assembled a team of volunteers (including gc and bc) to help rebuild and repair the city!

Emmet has even gotten them out of trouble with the law a bit- giving them a deal that says they won’t have to go to jail, if they get mandated therapy, and 18 or so months of volunteering/service. They still have to go to court, but they both agree it’s better than being arrested. Gc and bc agree happily, and keep going to the volunteer meetings.

(Btw, president business has the same deal given to him. Emmet says it’s in the name of fairness. Baby boy has good intentions, but he is kinda naïve.)

Things are going great! Until they aren’t.

(Btw in my AU president business is an AWFUL person. I know that in canon he has a bit of a redemption arc, and in some rp blogs on here he is not the worst person, but in this universe he feels no real remorse for the things he did. *yet*.)

President business also attends the volunteer meetings, although he is always late by half an hour or more, and doesn’t seem to care. And one day he sits right next to GcBc.

(Okay, another side tangent! In the og fic I was inspired by, gcbc and ez have DID. I do not have DID. So I am very nervous to write a character with DID, because I’d hate to offend someone. That being said, I’m going to face my fears of hurting someone’s feelings, and try my best, so if I get anything horribly wrong IM SO SORRY, PLEASE CORRECT ME.)

At this point in time Ezra has not fully made himself know to gcbc. He didn’t really exist before takos Tuesday (because as I understand it, personalities/alters can sorta just appear after a traumatic enough experience? It’s just that DID can only start in people younger than 9ish?) so gcbc have no idea he’s now sharing a body with them.

Ezra was “created” (or whatever youd call it) by the traumatic event where Gc got his face erased, and essentially got put into a coma.

Because of this, president business is a trigger for Ezra, and when he sees him, he automatically comes to the front/is in control.

But GCBC DONT KNOW THAT YET. So, when business comes into a meeting (late as per usual) and sits down right next to gcbc, Ezra (who everyone thinks is GC btw!!) starts giving him a death glare. This prompts business to start teasing and messing with “GC”, and causes “GC” to lash out verbally back.

Lucy is having none of their sh*t, so she breaks them up, but when the actual GC comes into a meeting the next week, he gets pulled aside and asked by Metalbeard to either grow up and stop messing with business, or leave the meetings, and GC says that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Metalbeard doesn’t believe him, but let’s him off with a harsh warning.

(yeah, I know that sounds harsh, but the masterbuilders are kinda mean at the start, and get a redemption later.).

Time skip because after that nothing seems to happen, business isn’t sitting right next to the cops, so the problem seems to be solved! Gcbc visit their parents, who are recovering in the hospital (pa copp had his leg amputated btw) (inspo for that from this fic.)

Poor GC and bc seem to be disassociating more often, and things seem to be moving around their house that the both swear they didn’t move, but they just brush it off, because they’re both doing too well at the moment to worry about it.

Ezra is, of course, the one moving stuff, and the one who was fighting with business, but after the warning from Metalbeard, he quiets down. The next time he takes over, he finds a journal in their apartment. It’s an old one, before Vitruvius’ prophecy kinda old, and it just has some back-and-fourth messages from GC and bc when they were fronting alone, years before they worked for octan.

He decides to write something in it, and a day later GC and bc find it, and are UNDERSTANDABLY VERY CONFUSED. But they don’t know what else to do, so they just write back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hello. Is anyone reading this?”

“Yep! who is this??”

Two days later they get a reply:

“I don’t know.”

“Well who is writing this then?”

“I don’t know. Someone.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And that was that. They tried to get more of a response, but the mysterious writer stopped replying.

Ezra, I’m reality, was having an existential crisis, (You would to if you didn’t know who you were!), and was very worried when, two days to the court date he found out that they had to appear in court.

Why was he worried? 1. The poor guy doesn’t know why he has to go to court/what he did, 2. Business is going to be there, 3. He’s worried that the mandatory therapist will try to “cure him” by getting rid of him. Ezra is going through it in this fic.

Anyways, one more meeting happens before the court date, and as per usual, business is being an asshat. He decides to cause trouble. One more time he decides to mess with “GC” Ezra, and surprisingly, ez doesn’t react. Doesn’t respond. He’s too busy planning Business’ death.

Not kidding! Ezra tried to kill business. Just like the masterbuilders though, he has his redemption arc too. But for now… Ezra goes to business’ new, much smaller, office, the night before the court date. The old octan tower is mostly dismantled, and in ruins. Slowly being cleaned up, and taken away, piece by piece.

Ezra, pretending to be GC, gets business to come down to the front desk, where he explains to at he’s “tired of being a goody two shoes” and wants to run off with business. He doesn’t though, but business doesn’t know that. So he eagerly says yes.

Cut to the abandoned octan tower. “GC” says he wants to pick some stuff up before they flee the country, and business agrees, foolishly following him inside. Here’s where Ezra’s plan gets a bit.. not thought out on his part (ah yes, phantom, blame it on your characters not your writing!👍🏾)

Once business is inside, Ezra goes up to the buildings controls centre, it’s a very high tech place, so he can just press a button and lock all the doors in the building. No exit means no where to run. He finds an old blaster that still works, and sets fire to a few things with it: the emergency exit, the car they used to get there (through the emergency exits door, before he shoots that), and the controls centre itself.

Business may be a bad guy, but he’s certainly not stupid. He very quickly and correctly deduces what’s going on, and tries desperately to find a way out. (During all this, the masterbuilders have heard that business is apparently missing, and so is gcbc, so they visit the office building, and some other places to try and figure out what’s going on.)

This all culminates in Business disarming Ezra, and shooting him in the left leg. Ezra manages to outrun business long enough to make him temporarily loose his trail, and hides in the relic room. Business finds him, and Ezra admits defeat. Relics all around them, and Ezra backed into the desk at the back wall, sitting on the floor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Just kill me.”

“What?”

“Just kill me! I know you want to, and you know there’s no way out of this anyways, so what’s the point?”

“…”

Business shrugs and picks up the sceptre.

“NO!- NO. Please. Not with that. Not with THAT! Use the blaster!!”

Ezra pleads. Business is in total shock. After all those years of working with GC and bc, business learned a little bit about how they work, and while pondering the situation, something clicks in his mind.

“…I’m… not.. talking to good cop, OR bad cop, right now… am I?”

“Took you long enough.” Ezra spits.

“Well who are you?”

“I’d rather you just kill me.”

“I’d rather know who I’m killing first.”

“….. I’m not fully sure who I am.” Ezra chokes on a stifled sob.

“Well what’s your name?”

“…I wanted it to be “Ezra” but now I’m not so sure about that..”

“Why not?..”

“It means protector.. and I dunno if you’ve noticed, but so far I’ve done a sh*t job o’ that.”

Business chuckles.

“Well, I think Ezra suits you.”

“Thanks.”

Silence. Then Business speaks again.

“This- All of this. It’s my fault isn’t it?”

“No kidding.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay? Why should I care? Am I supposed to forgive you?

“Well… isn’t that how it works?”

Ezra laughs tiredly. This psycho doesn’t even know how an apology works? Yeah, that tracks.

“No! No! That’s- of course that’s not how it works. You think that just because you say a few words, shake a few hands, and “pinkie swear you won’t do it ever again” that’s supposed to make things BETTER?!” Ezra screams. Business doesn’t reply, only snaps his head up to look at him, in response.

“You destroyed hundreds- no, THOUSANDS of lives, FORCED US to kill hundreds of innocent people, put my brother or whoever he is- IN A COMA. And after all that, you just say “sorry”? You are a sociopath. A crazy, irresponsible, cruel, evil, sociopath.”

Business simply stands there for a moment, Taking in Ezra’s words.

“….I’m not gonna kill you y’know.”

“Why not? It’d be better than jail for attempted murder.”

“Well…… you deserve better than this. I’m not killing you.”

“Fine! Let the fire and smoke kill us then.”

“Well we could try and get out of here?”

“Nope, I blocked the exits.”

“A window might work.”

“You shot my leg, I couldn’t land.”

“Well-“

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masterbuilders to the rescue!!!!!! They finally figured out what was happening, and where they formerly evil pair (trio?) were. One spaceship building sequence later (thanks Benny) and they were off to the hospital for gcbc’s leg and to give business a check up.

On the very awkward ride over, business explained the very little info he had figured out, about Ezra and everything. The builders were confused, but nodded and smiled, thinking that business was talking crazy. Ezra had passed out due to the blood loss.

At the hospital, when gc and bc wake up, they are quite confused. Why was there a gunsh*t in their leg? And why were they here? And why were all the masterbuilders here? And why was Business here? A lot of understandable questions. Unfortunately for gcbc, Lucy didn’t think so.

Lucy is (like everyone except Business) going to get her redemption arc, but you can’t write a story without something driving the plot so..

Lucy thinks that gcbc were completely faking when they told Metalbeard they didn’t confront Business at the meeting, and that this is the same situation. As far as she knows, the only people in gcbcs body are GC and bc, and she’s not even sure if they are really two different people and not one who acts differently sometimes (go easy on her, she’s just very uneducated on personality disorders and stuff)

Lucy very loudly voices this, that she thinks they are faking and using the “we’re not the same person” thing as an excuse to do dumb stuff, just as Gcbc’s parents walk in.

Gc takes over, and (as calmly as he can) explains why Lucy is VERY WRONG and gives a 3ish minute crash course on DID to the builders. Then asks them to get the hell out of their hospital room. After a talk with their parents, they go home with them. (ma and pa live fairly close to gcbc, and are now both discharged from the hospital.).

The copp family happily goes home, and gcbc are sitting on their old bed, in their childhood room. After some conversation between GC and bc, they hear another voice in their head. Ezra says he’s sorry, and admits he definitely didn’t think that through, and GC and bc comfort him a bit.

Later in the morning (it’s morning now, because the incident that just happened, happened at night), Ma cop says she made some breakfast, and the boys leave their room. Pa is sitting at the dining table with a laminated piece of paper, a blank piece of paper, and an old mug filled with pens and pencils.

Ezra, Good Cop, and Bad Cop (who are all co-fronting at this point, aka their are all sharing control), sit down, and GC and bc instantly recognize the laminated paper.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gc: “Oh my goodness. Is that?-“

“Yes it is! Found it in my office.”

Bc: “Good lord, dad, you had that thing laminated?”

“For to the memories! Besides, it’s comin in handy now isn’t it?”

Ez: “Um…. What is that?”

“Oh- it’s just something the boys did when they were younger.”

At that moment, Ma (who had been listening to the conversation), walked in and answered the question Pa technically hadn’t.

“When the boys were younger, me an’ Pa were both very busy working all the time. And while Daniel was only ever alone for about 10 minutes before one of us came home from a shift- ten minutes was all my awful sister, their aunt, needed to call cps on me. They got put in a very awful foster home while me and Pa fought tooth-and-nail to get them back, and that’s when they got Dissociative Identity Disorder.. The poor dears were only seven at the time..” Ma paused to let him catch up, then continued.

“When they got back home to us, and after their diagnosis, they decided in order to get to know each other, they would both write down questions for one another, and us, on that piece of paper, and then we’d reply to them. Daniel uses the black pen, Danny blue, Pa green, and me red.“

Ezra nodded, taking in the information.

“So that’s when they split?”

“Yep. Went into the situation with one son, came out of it with two!” Pa joked.

“And although the ordeal was unfortunate, we are a bit thankful for it. I couldn’t imagine not having Danny here today!”

Ezra thought some more.

“So, Daniel came first then? Like- he was the host so to speak?”

“Yep!” The parents replied in unison.

“Er… and, who is Daniel again?”

Ezra got his answer in the form of four answers, all at the same time.

“Me. I’m Daniel.”

Gc: “You’ll have probably heard him be called Bad Cop. He’s very nice though buddy!”

Ma: “One of our sons. The “Bad One”.”

Pa: “That’s Bad Cop, lad. Danny is Good Cop.”

“Ah. Okay..” Everything was quiet for a moment, and then Ma spoke up.

“So, er, whom do we have the pleasure of speaking to?”

“…Ezra.”

“Well, welcome to the copp family Ezra.” Pa said.

“Thank you… uh, not to sound rude or anything but.. you guys don’t… hate me..Y’know, for the attempted murder thing..?” Ezra said cautiously. Both cops glanced at each other, and then back at Ezra. They looked like they had just seen a puppy get killed.

“Oh heavens no, dear!! We both know it’s hard to deal with. Poor Danny was very mixed up when he first “woke up”.” Ma looked very reassuring, and suddenly Ezra got the urge to hug her. But he didn’t.

“So…” pa starts.

“D’you want to do the questions thing?”

Ezra, Danny, and Daniel respond with an enthusiastic yes, with Ezra assigning himself an orange pen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As promised, this story has a happy ending. After Lucy’s mistake in the hospital, Benny (who has hyper fixated on different disorders including did, and knows a bunch about it) was very disappointed in the group, and gave them all a big infodump about it.

After the whole ordeal came out to the judge, the court date got pushed back. So, two weeks of recovering, and family bonding later, the cops entered the court room.

(I’ve written all of this in ONE DAY and am getting kinda tired of writing, so imma make the rest of the story pretty quick)

Good cop, bad cop, and Ezra thankfully don’t get in trouble for trying to kill business. The court figured that because Ezra didn’t actually SUCCEED in killing him, they’d just call it a lesson in karma for lord business and leave it at that.

(Yes I know that’s very inaccurate to what would happen irl, but this is a fanfiction based on a ten year old movie about LEGOS so I’m not exactly going for accuracy here.)

Lord/President Business is sent to jail instead of mandated therapy, partly because he agreed to run away with gcbc (the masterbuilders got video evidence from the office’s security camera) and partly because idk man I’m tired and because I said so.

After they get their sentences or whatever, the masterbuilders all come to apologize to gcbcsc, Lucy and Metalbeard especially. Benny invites the cops out for lunch with the masterbuilders (slight coppernaughts??) and they say yes. More apologies are said at lunch, for takos Tuesday, and for not being more supportive of the cops during the meetings and stuff like that, and all of them agree to start over as friends, and both parties agree to try and make amends for the past.

The end!

See? I told you this had a happy ending! Sorry this got rushed at the end, and I’m also sorry if this is hard to read/unclear? I tried. Also, if you made it this far: HOLY CRAP THANK YOU FOR READING ALL OF THIS. I DEFINITELY WROTE TOO MUCH. But who cares!!!

Anyways, I’m gonna take a nap now. Bye!

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's mastelist

❒ genre: Fluff; Slice of life

❒ words: 1.6k+

❒ summary: In which a little fan steals Chaeri's heart

❒ warnings: None I guess

❒ notes: Soobin as a guest star! - It was a request but accidentally deleted the ask.. Hope this post finds your way anyway anon! ps. sorry it took so long, let me know if you enjoy it!

[16092019] BTS departure

The Incheon Airport was a sight to behold, bustling with life and energy. Fans of all ages filled the terminal, their eyes alight with anticipation and eagerness. Excited conversations filled the air, mixing with the click of cameras and the ever-present hum of travel. Impatient paparazzi jostled to get the best photos, their lenses trained on the celebrities that had arrived. Barriers and guards were placed all along the airport to prevent overexcited fans from invading the private space of idols. 

BTS could say they were used to all that by now. Especially in Korea, when their schedules brought them to travel abroad, the flood of people who gathered to greet them and wish them a safe trip was impossible to count. 

There were so many people that it was really getting difficult to be able to distinct the voices, the words, and who they be owned by to. But yet, Chaeri did not know how either, managed to link the voice that had shouted to her to the face to which it belonged. 

Just as tall as the barriers that kept the fans in place, a little boy who could have been no more than 6 years old clutched a black puppet to his chest and, with his free hand, pointed at her - or rather, pointed at her shirt, on which a dragon was printed.

"Dragon!" He shouted, his childish voice just loud enough to be heard. Chaeri's eyes widened a little as she looked down at the figure printed on her chest and then back up at the kid. All around them, the other members were starting to move forward, but Chaeri glanced over her shoulder and paused for a moment before doing so. 

Her bodyguard warned her not to get too close to the crowd, but there was something in this young fan's voice that touched her heart. She raised her hair with one hand and stepped closer towards him so he could see what she had been hiding at the back of her neck: beneath her hair was a tattoo of a dragon, identical in every detail with the one printed on her shirt. 

The little boy put his puppet down and opened his mouth in awe; many others around him mirrored his expression after seeing it, causing an even bigger commotion than before. Despite all the chaos happening around, Chaeri couldn't help but smile at the child's reaction. Moments like these made her feel like it was all worth it - the long hours in the studio, the grueling rehearsals, the constant pressure to be perfect. 

Chaeri was running out of time and the security personnel were closing in. She whispered to the fan, "Quick! Slide under the barricades and give me a hug before they catch us" The young boy's face lit up with excitement at being so close to his idol. He scrambled beneath the barriers and raced forward, barely allowing himself to pause as he reached out hesitantly to touch her. His arms shook but Chaeri bent down towards him, granting him one last precious moment of joy before she had to drag him back behind the line of barricades.

The little boy then caught Chaeri off guard; he slowly picked up the black puppet he had dropped to the ground when he spotted her and held it out for her to take. "This is for you," he said, his lips turning up ever so slightly at the corners in a timid grin. "It's a dragon, just like yours" His arm rose to point towards her neck. A flicker of emotion crossed Chaeri's face as she looked down at the puppet with fondness before glancing back up to meet his gaze; her eyes shone brightly with appreciation. She could feel everyone around them mesmerized on the scene unfolding before them, their eyes flickering between admiration and envy. With a gentle smile curling her lips upwards she wrapped her hands around the soft fabric of the doll before standing up again. One last time she looked into his eyes and promised: "I'll keep this forever!"

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💭 Chaeri keeps proving why she's my bias. The way she interacts with fans is just amazing 💭 That little boy handing Chaeri his dragon puppet was the cutest thing I've ever seen. My heart is melting ❤️ 💭 I can't believe Chaeri let a fan hug her! So jealous! 😭 💭 That little boy must be on cloud nine right now! I hope he knows how lucky he is to have met Chaeri 💭 I never knew I needed a dragon tattoo until I saw Chaeri's. She's always setting trends

[02042023] Busan Audition

"How is Europe, Oppa? Are you spending good times with your family?" Chaeri owned and had owned many talents; unfortunately, she had lost the one of being on time. She remembered how, in the early days of her career, she was always the first one to get up, be ready, and show up wherever their schedule led them. She was 14 years old then. Probably, at the 'ripe old age' of almost 25, she was too tired all the time to be punctual. With her shoulder she held her cellphone attached to her ear while, on the other end of the phone, Namjoon was telling her how much those days were relaxing him, how happy he was to be able to spend time somewhat quietly with his family. At the same time, her hands were busy signing in at the auditorium where the auditions for the new male group that BigHit had planned for the next generation of k-pop artists would be held. In her delight, she was asked whether she wanted to supervise the auditions of the new proposals, as a senior member of the company. She could not have been happier about it, honestly. And she would have been even happier if that very kind but terribly annoying receptionist stopped making her sign paper after paper, despite her repeating that she was already late. "Mh-mh, yes. Soobin will attend along with me" The receptionist handed her another packet of papers to sign and Chaeri almost dropped the phone from the precarious position it was in, out of sight. "We should do also a motivational speech or something…. If only I can get there on time, clearly" She couldn't help but cast an oblique glance at the woman on the other side of the desk who, herself, seemed to be having a great time.

Namjoon chuckled on the other end of the line. "You always manage to pull it off, Chaeri. I have faith in you." His words brought a smile to Chaeri's lips as she hurriedly signed the last document and made her way to the auditorium.

"Lord, I'm finally done. I need to go. I love you"

"I love you too, kid"

Chaeri walked down the hallway which would lead her to the auditorium where, one by one, the young boys would enter to perform. There stood Soobin,one of BigHit's rising stars and TxT's leader -- a vibrant smile stretching his cheeks and revealing two rows of perfect teeth. His eyes lit up when he noticed her. "Chaeri noona!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "You're here! We've got 10 minutes before we need to start."

"Sorry, I know I'm late," Chaeri replied.

The excitement in her voice was palpable as she asked, "Do you think we could get a peek at the kids?" Before Soobin could answer, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along, the soles of their shoes squeaking against the floor as they hurried towards the backstage route.

Countless of hopeful young boys were waiting nervously. Some were practicing their dance moves, others were singing softly to themselves, and a few were just staring into space, lost in their own thoughts.

One of the boys was just starting to turn his head in their direction when Chaeri and Soobin ducked back behind the heavy, black velvet curtains that separated the private area from the main one. They both held their breath, listening to see if they had been noticed. "Seeing us would have made them panic sooner than expected," Chaeri whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Definitely," Soobin agreed, her heart pounding as they waited until it was safe to emerge again.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The auditions were finally over, and Chaeri felt a sense of fulfillment. She had witnessed so much raw talent and passion in those young boys, and she couldn't wait to see which ones would make it to the final round. As she made her way towards the exit, a young boy caught her eye.

The audition kids were told to keep their distance from her and Soobin - who had left just before her -, with a line of bodyguards forming a physical barrier between them. However, one boy stepped up closer than any of the other contestants, albeit not invading her personal space. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. She smiled politely at him as she walked past, but he stepped forward and called out to her "Dragon!"

A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she remembered a small boy who had been mesmerized by the intricate swirls and curves of her tattoo. He had presented her with a tiny stuffed dragon which she still kept on her bedside table all these years later. His face had grown taller, but his eyes were still wide with childlike wonder "You've grown so much, dragon boy"

The boy gasped, his dark eyes widening with surprise. "You remember me?!"

"Of course I do, your little dragon slept with me for many nights!"

A proud smile curved the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to stand taller knowing that he had made an impression on her all those years ago. "I auditioned today. I hope I did well, and I just wanted to say thank you for inspiring me."

Her expression softened as she replied, "Good luck, then! Do your best, maybe one day we will work together"

The boy nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with determination. "I'll make sure to work hard and become a great artist!"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Bodyguards tugged the heavy doors open for her to step out onto the sidewalk. She shivered in the cool air, and fished her phone out of her pocket. The screen lit up with some notifications:

Namjoon: How did the auditions go?

Chaeri: Saw some really talented kids, excited to see who makes it to the next round

Namjoon: You always have a good eye for talent, I'm sure the new group will be amazing.

Namjoon: You're doing great things at BigHit

Chaeri: 🫶🏼

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[loustat-0]

About the plot twist Sam said :

My theory is : Lestat is the one who will reject Louis & asks him to leave him when they reunite in NOLA . It's a plot twist that wasn't in Louis's pov or Lestat's. Bc Lestat himself doesn't probably remember it later thinking it never happened or too ashamed to say it .

it's something that was never quite solved in the books but in Anne's movie script it was so & if we look at the whole books it's Lestat who usually leaves to do his stupid sh*t it will be kinda accurate in later books . And more importantly ⬇️

there's a line in the trailer that Lestat said " we now belong in two different worlds " if that line is to Louis then it makes sense that it's Lestat telling it to Louis . I don't think he's telling that to Nicholas bc we're not supposed to get Lestat's pov of TVL yet .🤔

the writers already made a plot twist about Lestat's character that Sam didn't like & got over it anyway with their reasons, repeating that aspects of Lestat's character will not be any " plot twist " a plot twist is something we don't expect from a character. Ps Ep 5 revisit will happen in S2 as well .

Except of one of the writers I think the others know what they're dealing with . As much as S2 is Louis's story & memories it's Armand's story too because he was with Louie & Lestat both . The story is also has Daniel as well .

So they must keep that in mind that S3 is Lestat's pov & story so any plot twists should eventually be something different from what Armand & Louis believe it was . Or something that Louis doesn't expect or even something that Lestat himself expect from himself in how own pov . " Letting go of Louis " . As a matter of a fact maybe that's why neither Louie & Lestat didn't completely believe it happened .

[cissyenthusiast010155]

TW: sh, talk of scars, peoples reactions, hiding sh scars, feelings of shame surrounding that.

So, I have a question, but I'm not sure how to word it...

Welll.... okay, so it started because I wanted to have a good experience... enjoying some alone time 😏😏, and I thought it would be fun to wear somthing sexy. I don't really like my body, but I thought a cute little teddy and maybe some filly underwear would make me feel pretty.

I shaved my legs and got dressed in my little ourfit... ... .... but when I looked in the mirror... I saw my self harm scars, and I was totally ashamed, which completely turned me off. I tried to think of myself as pretty, I just... I couldn't get over the fact that anyone who would have sex with me would see these... I don't even let people see the ones on the more visible parts of my body, much less the damage I have done to my thigh... I don't know how people could ever look at them... I even try not to look at them when I'm by myself... if I'm scared by them... won't others be?

So... the serious question... how would you react to seeing someone naked for the first time (in a romantic way) and seeing that they had sh scars? Would it be different if you knew ahead of time? Like how would you react if they had told you, or how if they hadn't? Like... what would go though your head... or would you want to know when or why or...?

So like... if a girl... goes down on me 🙈... she would eye-height with a bunch of scars... isn't that kinda gonna... I don't know... make her hate me? People always seemed to be so angry when they found out I was or had self harmed... I don't want a romantic partner to be angry or think I'm gross or... I'm rambling... sorry. 😔

I know this is probably really hard to answer, I'm sorry. And I know you can't speak for others reactions, I'm genuinely just wondering what you would think.

Also, if this is too much to ask, just let me know, I want to be respectful.

And thank you for being so kind to all of us. You are so wonderful ❤❤❤

-🫖

Ps. I feel like this deserves a disclaimer: these are old scars we are talking about, and I'm asking you in the context of what you would do if you see old scars. Recent sh would be a whole different thing.

{Let’s Talk SH and Intimacy…!}

Hi sweet girl…!! It is so very good to hear from you again! I hope this ask finds you well. Thank you for reaching out and being vulnerable like this. I admire your bravery and sharing. ♥️♥️

TW/CW//: Talk of self-harm, sh scars, old sh scars, sex talk, shame, mention of suicidal ideation, etc.

First off, I want to commend and applaud you for taking the time to dress yourself up and take some time for yourself. I am very proud of you, Darling. Even if it didn’t go the way you wanted it do, it’s the thought that counts in this case.

Next, your feelings and experiences are completely valid. I am so sorry for how looking in the mirror and seeing your body made you feel… It hurts my heart. But it’s so very valid.

To your first question— If you’re scared of your sh scars, won’t others be?

Again, I am so sorry for what you have undergone and the shame you feel towards yourself. You deserve only love and positivity and beauty.

To answer your question on whether other’s will be scared of your sh scars, it depends on the person. It depends on if they have ever seen sh scars, if they’ve been through something similar, if they have had someone close to them who’s been through something similarly, and more.

Personally, sh scars alone don’t scare me. I have seen them before on people that I love, and I have personal experience with suicidal ideation and other forms of sh. Now, if the sh is current or its paired with active unaliving attempts, then that would cause me to more likely to be scared and concerned. But again, it depends on the person and the person who has the sh scars.

Next, your serious question— How would I react to seeing someone naked for the first time (in a romantic way) and seeing that they had sh scars?

This answer is also not as simple, and it’s depends on a couple of factors. My reaction would depend on how well I know the person, how much I know about their struggle with sh, how much they’ve told me about the scars, and more.

Let’s say I had no clue about any scars and I see her for the first time. When I first see any scars, I would immediately be concerned and feel sad for my partner. But I would also immediately reassure her that I love her just as much with or without scars. Because in the end, I care about her, and scars won’t bother me one bit in being intimate with her.

Your next, linked question— Would it be different if I knew ahead of time?

Let’s say I knew ahead of time. What would be different would be my immediate emotional reaction, the feelings of concern and sadness if I didn’t. However, I would be just as reassuring and loving. And I wouldn’t care about the scars in terms of intimacy whether I knew about it ahead of time or not.

Then— Will your partner hate you, think you’re gross, or be angry with you?

I can’t speak for other people. But I would not. And if I did, I would have a conversation with you about it, when we aren’t in an intimate situation. ♥️

I hear where you are coming from. These were some great questions. And it wasn’t too much in the least. I’m so proud of you for asking all of this, sweetheart. You did such a good job. Hope to hear from you soon again! Have a lovely day/night!! 💞💞💞

Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥

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They have escaped to Mull. SH&SH

Anon is referring to the Isle of Mull in Scotland. 👇

From the looks of it, it's a very picturesque island with lots of hiking, beautiful scenery, castles, distilleries etc.

And Sarah hasn't posted any IG stories recently. And the last time Sam did was 23 hours ago. When I checked my IP tracker, I do have a hit from Scotland, so this Anon may very well be in the know. Let's see if we get any sightings or other clues. I'm posting this without confirmation because I have a hunch it's probably true...how romantic!

PS. If my post bothers you, please scroll on by. I'm here for those interested in what I post. The rest of you will get blocked. That way, you won't bug me, and I'll relieve you of being bothered by my blog. Problem solved. 🤷‍♀️ Again, MY blog, MY rules. Easy concept to understand, I would hope.

For the rest of us who support Sam and whoever he chooses to date, l'amour toujours l'amour. ❤️ #samarah