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[galeorderbride]

Intimacy Prompt: #43!

43: falling asleep with their head in your lap

Thank you sm for the prompt request!!

I like the idea of post game Professor!Gale when he first starts teaching. Maybe full of self doubt over whether he’s a good teacher, feeling frustrated that his pupils aren’t understanding concepts right away (mostly blaming himself). And Tav just comforting him at their home. 

A shortie ft. Gale x tav (uses she/her pronouns but no physical descriptions). Fluffy cuteness, comfort and nothing more 😊 

Rating: T

Count: 1337 

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Gale was always a man to pour over documents with immense detail, but tonight, he seemed to be studying the same page on repeat. Pen scratching against the paper to the point of tearing, the sound of him mumbling to himself. Gale usually took so much pleasure in hours of research, absorbed in the material, but not this time. He mumbled, perturbed by his own work as he’d scold himself under his breath. 

For the first few hours, Tav left him to his work, knowing he wouldn’t feel better until he completed the task. Until he missed dinner, even when she called for him. No matter how much work he had to do, he’d made a habit of joining Tav at the table. She watched the clock tick, waiting for his steps down the stairs as the plate of chicken and vegetable stew grew colder. She should’ve checked on him already, but ever the people pleaser, she didn’t wish to bother him while in focus. 

Finally, she got up from the table and took his bowl in hand, travelling up the narrow stairwell. If he didn’t come out to eat, she would go to him. 

The wooden door was closed tight, but unlocked. Tav knocked a few times before entering, saying, “Gale, my love, are you alright? Your soup is getting cold. I know my cooking isn’t quite as good as yours, but it can’t be that scary.” 

He replied through the door, voice muffled but obviously exhausted, “Sorry, Tav, would you mind putting it away for me and I can reheat it later? Forgive me, dear, I have more to do than I anticipated.” 

Unsatisfied with his response, Tav sighed and entered his study. His back faced her, seated at his desk by a large window, fresh snow tapping against the glass as the evening turned to night. Candlelight illuminated piles of parchment around him, dotted with ink smudges and overlapping line edits. A mug of green tea sat on the end, untouched and cold. At the centre of it all was Gale, her loving fiance, slumped over the cherrywood surface with his head in his hands. 

Tav approached him, standing behind his chair as she placed the bowl on the desk and brought her hands to his shoulders. Velveteen fabric softened against her touch, lowering herself down to kiss the crane of his neck. The tension in his muscles was palpable, yielding even to the lightest rub. His tired eyes met hers, nothing but tenderness in those dark, chestnut eyes in desperate need of nutrients. 

“Gale, what’s wrong? You look as though you’ve just discovered the darkest secret of Nessus,” Tav asked. 

“Perhaps I’d feel a little better if I did,” he said, voice husky from tiredness. “At least then I’d provide a bit of value somewhere.” 

Tav looked over at his work, deciphering the multiple revisions to see he wasn’t doing research, he was strategizing classroom discussion. Private tutoring sessions, patterns of abbreviations for illusory spells, even planned workshops focusing on specific incantations. All the ideas were scratched out, or little comments written on them like ‘stupid’, ‘no’ and ‘absolutely not’.

“Are you doing lesson plans?” She asked, unable to conceal the confusion in her voice. 

“Failing lesson plans,” he said. “My students aren’t responding well to my current teaching style. They aren’t understanding concepts, their spell performance is mediocre at best, and I can see their eyes glazing over when I give my lectures on the ethics of phantasmal casting.” 

Riveting stuff, truly. His fixations on magical concepts that could get him going for hours if one wasn’t careful. Part of why Tav fell so deeply in love with him, rare to find such passion for subjects. She remembered nights at camp, taking peace in listening to his current fascination at the time. The only solace to such a deadly adventure. But perhaps a bunch of young apprentices weren’t as rose-coloured. 

“Well, you’ve only just begun teaching, love. Maybe you just need to get to know your students a little more, see what they want to get out of the class before you write the next manual on workshopping,” Tav said. 

“Perhaps I’m just not as good a teacher as I thought,” he said, voice lowering into a sombre tone as he sighed, throwing the quill pen across the desk. 

Tav ran her hands from his shoulders up to the nape of his neck, beginning to play with his hair. She gave a cheeky grin,“Last time we talked about students, I recall you thinking it was all their fault for not understanding.” 

He chuckled, “I blame you. Showing me love and humility. Now all I can do is think I’m the problem.” 

“I’ll venture to feed your ego more,” she joked, “Come, let’s take a rest for a moment.” 

Hand-in-hand, Gale followed her to their shared bedroom. A warm fire crackled in the hearth, the scent of balsam and mint enlivening the room from a scented candle on the mantle. Snow fell harder now, forming into a windy current that would surely become a blizzard by bedtime. A perfect environment for calming comfort, as Tav helped Gale remove his shirt, leaving him in nothing but lounge pants. After Tav put her own nightgown on, they crawled into bed. 

Gale rested his head on Tav’s lap, tracing his fingertips across the bare skin of her legs. Meanwhile, her hands ran through his hair again, brushing through the fine strands of beautiful, brown hair speckled with streaks of grey. Tav nestled in the pleasant bliss of hearing his even breath, calming with every stroke across the side of his head. The beat of his heart against her skin, so gloriously alive. There was once a time when he was willing to let that human beat expire, and how far he’d come, now absorbed in her embrace, filled with endless love and compassion. Even if that meant there wasn’t much power. There was no need for it in a caring household like this. 

Little kisses tickled the top of her thighs, mixed with the graze of his beard sending her into a sleepy comfort. She could play with his hair all night if he asked, such a simple, delicate pastime that reminded her of just how much she adored him. 

“Hmm, if you keep doing that, I may just fall asleep, my love,” he said, voice already trailing. His words slowed every time he was fighting sleep, mind always on overdrive but his body couldn’t always keep up. 

“Rest on me, Gale. I don’t mind,” she said, in a gentle whisper. 

He adjusted his position, wrapping his arms around the leg he rested on as if her thigh was a teddy bear. Her other leg crossed over his bare back, their bodies tangled within each other. Tav hummed a light lullaby, her voice like medicine to Gale’s ears as all his stress washed away. All that remained was the sensation of smooth skin, her nurturing voice, and the peace of being enveloped in the embrace of his greatest, most cherished love. 

As she sang, his eyes grew heavy, muscles loosening to the magic of her compassionate hands. That irresistible weightlessness began to overtake him, every thought of self doubt beginning to fade to a tiny smile. The lure of her song was so strong, she might’ve been one of the harpies they encountered back at the Emerald Grove. Their life had changed so much since then. His personal songstress caressing him in their queen sized bed, downy sheets and feather pillows as their shelter rather than tents and rocky ground.  

“Tav…I love you,” he said, lulling slowly into a peaceful sleep. The tapping of snow against the window, the snap of flame, her voice, all sending him into a comforting slumber. 

“I love you Gale Dekarios,” she said, moving a final piece of hair behind his ears before he fell into a deep sleep, making her laugh as he let out a small, adorable snore.

[kikyoupdates]

⭑˚💞⭑ yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

00 — prologue 01 — a living miracle 02 — taking precuations 03 — swinging like a champ 04 — mr. two-faced 05 — the protagonist's arrival 06 — and so it begins 07 — stranger danger 08 — unexpected kinships 09 — not a partygoer 10 — awfully persistent 11 — trying a new approach 12 — top of the class 13 — swords and scones 14 — insatiable appetite 15 — an unwanted partner 16 — too close for comfrot 17 — academic distinguishment 18 — never ask for directions 19 — royally screwed 20 — call it payback 21 — stay disciplined 22 — tavern shenanigans 23 — pricked by a rose 24 — concerning weakness 25 — on school grounds 26 — knights tourney 27 — unpleasant discussion 28 — taking chances 29 — heavy heart 30 — library brainstorming session 31 — a friend's duty 32 — intoxication 33 — the aftermath 34 — dancing without a care 35 — personality shift 36 — clean slate 37 — worst date ever 38 — threatened 39 — feelings awry 40 — happiness 41 — a taste so sweet 42 — in denial 43 — revelation 44 — endless dream 45 — bereaved 46 — a hidden smile 47 — going to be okay 48 — thief's penance 49 — enraged 50 — hope and despair 51 — a sickening arrangement 52 — in theory 53 — to challenge fate

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[bambi-kinos]

After reading your view on John's treatment of Paul, I have to ask if you also have thougts on what happend between George and Paul during and after post Beatles. We know how they both treated him as the younger brother and how he tought they were to busy being John and Paul so they failed to see him though other artist saw him etc. We can also understand how he back away from John and Yoko. But what was his problems with Paul? Paul played on more George-Beatle songs than John did and George even played on John's solo record but said he would never play in a band with Paul again. Because there still seem to that he had another issue with Paul and there still seem to be tensions between them during the Anthology. Did Paul really deserved to be treated like that by both John and George. George went on a lot about his faith and spiritual seaching but not really lived up to it all the time. He played a lot about how unhappy he was in the Beatles and being famous buthe lived large with his cars and big house etc. I'm not defending Paul, well I do, but they both treated him so badly. Why, do you have any more ideas about that. Or what other artists, like ex Wings members etc who also complained about Paul's ways. I only ever see it as jealousy.

Legit had no idea how to answer this as George's dynamic with the rest of the band is opaque to me. I put the question to the McLennon server and they provided some very good answers, they have given me permission to copypaste it all here. I hope this helps Anon.

Note: I let the others talk and then I used Discord's "reply" function liberally to @ the different paragraphs. For tumblr I have rearranged the posts so that they read in order as full conversations instead of the weird mishmash that Discord produces. When you see weird timestamps, that is why.

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Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 11:00 AM received an interesting ask from an anon, its very long so i'm just copy pasting

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What do we think of this? my take is basically that George resented Paul because he replaced George with John and their relationship never recovered, which snowballed into these bigger issues about George's contributions to the Beatles and his growth as an artist.

I think it was amoralto who pointed out that Paul was safer for George to attack because Paul would forgive him whereas with John that wasn't the case. and yet George was able to cut John off later so what gives?

LocalGoblin — Yesterday at 1:43 PM I think there's a lot to this dynamic that we're not privvy too. What we do know, however, are things like how during the white album sessions, Paul was constantly undermining George's suggestions. I think it was George Martin who said that. We can even see it a bit in Get Back.

On top of that, even to this day, Paul calls George his little brother in interviews. He has always viewed George as the little kid of the group and that would feel incredibly patronising and demoralising. Paul is a lot more wired that John, and I think that personality trait is just something that George stuggles with. John is the 'cool/fun parent'.

I know John also viewed George as the little kid. And I think this hurt George less because 1. John WAS that older kid/parental figure for so long. 2. You can't take what John was as seriously because he changes his mind day-to-day. 3. I think George honestly (probably) secretly respected Paul's opinion more. So Paul's remarks hurt more.

John = The deadbeat Disney dad. Paul = The more serious and caring/overbearing parent You can see how he would grow to resent Paul more. And I think he also blamed Paul for the breakup too. Or at least, how messy all of that was and all the horrible legal issues that came with it

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 2:06 PM this one hurts. oof. when I read about the break up in excerpts I get the feeling that George thought Paul's problem was the money and the business decisions and he didn't consider (or didn't want to consider) what was driving it emotionally….after all he felt like Paul didn't consider his feelings 😬

LocalGoblin — Yesterday at 1:52 PM Anthology is interesting though. I really think George's attitude in that it partly because he needed to do it. He needed the money. I don't think he really wanted to do it. It was Paul's baby, and he also resented him for that. Hated Paul for being more comfortable financially too. Paul didn't need to do anthology. George did.

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 1:53 PM genius, you're absolutely right

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 2:08 PM this was also around the time that Paul's sweet new deal with Capitol became a thing, i think, because Capitol offered like a significant profit increase for Paul on Beatles royalties if he signed his next few solo albums with them. That caused a lot of upset with George and Ringo iirc, so damn :(

LocalGoblin — Yesterday at 1:55 PM (Also, Paul in a few interviews, has said that he was on good terms with John when he died - UNLIKE George. Almost rubbing it in George's face. I know he doesn't mean it. But I would be incredibly upset by that in George's position. To be constantly reminded of that.)

I think its funny that Paul is viewed as the PR savvy Beatles cause he puts his foot in his mouth all the time haha That actually might be why he's more reserved in interviews now. Sticking to a script… Who knows!

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 2:19 PM Ha, god, probably. Paul has his moments, there's a good 80s interview where he bemoaned Frank Sinatra attributing a George song to maccalennon, but he doesn't seem to have been humbled until the Heather Mills circus.

vanessaaa0388 — Yesterday at 1:57 PM In one of the AKOM podcasts they mentioned a George quote about how he was the closest beatle to John back when it was only them 2 taking LSD… it's my personal theory than in those months he almost felt like he was finally taking over Paul's spot in John's life…I dunno, I get very competitive vibes from George. In his mind he was competing for John with Paul. At least in certain points. And I think John took advantage of that.

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 2:20 PM Absolutely. Reminds me of, ha, Paul when he said that John was their personal Elvis. They all wanted his attention and approval. I also wonder if George was seeking a mentor somewhere and if he thought John was it since they dropped together.

vanessaaa0388 — Yesterday at 2:01 PM It's very complex, the Paul-George dynamic

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 2:02 PM Paul is the one who's always looking for a "project" and can't turn off, being with him must have been exhausting and then you add being talked down to all the time. whereas John can be fun and turn himself off and then maybe the sting of being talked down to isn't so bad. And like we saw in Get Back when John said "we need George Harrison" because he realized George was looking for reassurance, so he could also build George up when he felt like he should.

I guess with John its more like "lots of fun with a few pointed barbs thrown in" whereas with Paul he's steamrollering you constantly and will only occasionally throw in a compliment.

maybe since Paul is more consistent, it meant more to earn his respect? or something like that, like Vanessa pointed out George was competitive for John's approval and attention.

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 2:12 PM there's this consistent theme with George and Paul where Paul's closeness with John seems to really hurt and damage George. And its not like he could let it go easily either because Paul was also his teammate, not just John's. It was a quad act, not a double.

I think George said that being outside Lennon/Mccartney meant observing Beatlemania as a fan instead of as a bandmate. So he's getting all the trouble but very few of the benefits. And then there's the royalty issues on top of that.

Like, Paul was George's friend first, but then Paul pulped that friendship pretty much immediately when he saw John and never felt like he should do anything to fix it. And then George gets pulled into Beatlemania and then there's money problems and then Brian died.

Brian was George's big advocate I noticed, setting up a newspaper column in George's name (ghostwritten by someone else) because he wanted George to be his own brand outside the Beatles and maccalennon, so when he died a lot of that probably went down the drain too.

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 2:23 PM George seems to have been very lonely in the Beatles but due to all this:

I know John also viewed George as the little kid. And I think this hurt George less because 1. John WAS that older kid/parental figure for so long. 2. You can't take what John was as seriously because he changes his mind day-to-day. 3. I think George honestly (probably) secretly respected Paul's opinion more. So Paul's remarks hurt more.

I guess it was easier to shift some blame onto Paul. A lot of George's spiritual journey appears to be about wanting to escape like when he sings about wanting to see God but being frustrated at how long it will take him. Its real but it also seems like he was pretty weary of life by his mid20s.

LocalGoblin — Yesterday at 2:40 PM Yeah, you're so right. John was also the other Beatle who was more spiritually inclined. He was the only one besides George who was fully committed to the India trip. (At least for a time.) This was probably something they bonded over too.

There's also that quote… I can't remember what interview it's from. But George was asked what it was like being a Beatle and he says he doesn't really know. He always felt like he was on the outside looking in on Lennon/McCartney. It must've felt like a very lonely place.

vanessaaa0388 — Yesterday at 2:40 PM I'm fascinated by J&P but I give George a lot of credit for putting up with them both for so long. I would've cut them out of my life so fast 😂

Leggy「IT'S A GUNDAM 」 — Yesterday at 4:05 PM honestly they ruined George's life in some ways!

[terresdebrume]

It is 00:43 as I start this, I'm post DND session and full of emotions (they don't necessarily appear here, though I'm starting to sense a general direction for this)

Fwiw, finished the next day because my eyes can't handle a proper computer screen rn which means no working on the more formal writing projects -_-

"Two things," Mr. Payne says, holding up an index finger to mark the first item. One, I acquired us a new mission. A child has gone missing. A simple job to get us back on track."

Charles nods, walking towards the wall and the assortment of colored stones hidden by one of the bookshelves. Crystal, not quite dry but getting used to the way the rooms change, holds very still as Mr. Payne raises a second finger and continues:

"Two, I believe I have a solid lead as to Mr. Donovan's whereabouts—or his destination, at least. It took some time and a fair bit of bribery, but I did discover he was spotted going south with most of his stores the day after Mr. Rowland and I left to find you, young Crystal."

"You know you don't have to call me young every time," Crystal says, but Charles ignores her remark to ask:

"Why would a successful potion brewer and work broker up and leave right after arranging a deal with the best Adventuring duo in the city?"

He presses one of the stones as he says it, and Crystal feels vaguely proud of herself for not flinching when the fencing room lurches away from her like a rug being tugged out from under her feet, the darker floorboard and plush carpet of the Agency pushing at her feet so strongly she almost stumbles. Some of the trinkets on the shelf a clicking and ringing, and when she looks at the wide window she sees several animals shaking their heads and getting to their feet like one does after a tumble. Charles and Mr. Payne, for their parts, look annoying stable on their feet and unperturbed, as if the movement went through them entirely.

"An eminently pertinent question, Mr. Rowland. We shall need to ask him when we finish catch up with him."

"Oh," Crystal says, stomach lurching at the idea that they might be running after someone who wanted her dead, "so wha—are we—do we leave now?"

"Don't have the funds," Charles says, moving to one of the shelves nearer to the desk and pulling a small and well worn book, where Crystal has seen him take down the Agency's accounts before. "We'll need some provisions, equipment and protection for you since we can't really leave you here, a horse—"

"Uh, I'm don't think I know to ride a horse," Crystal says, which makes Mr. Payne roll his eyes.

"Of course you know how to ride a horse. Look at you."

Crystal looks down at herself. She's wearing the clothes they found her in today: sturdy pants, solid leather boots. A purple and green tunic over a brown shirt embroidered with flowers. On her hands, several rings of varying sizes, a thin gold chain at her wrist. She frowns.

"How does that translate to me knowing how to ride a horse?"

"With that amount of detail in the leather?" Charles asks. "Your shirt alone would cost most people a month's wages, and that's a fair bit of silver on your hands, but the boots are still scuffed, the back of the pants reinforced. Whoever dressed you was rich, but also thought about practicality."

"Furthermore," Mr. Payne adds, "you may speak Hilaron fluently but your accent hints at more western countries, probably Noldon or one of its smaller neighbors, and the rich families over there tend to prie themselves on their women's horsemanship."

Alright then, what the Hell. Maybe Crystal does know how to ride a horse. What does she know anymore, anyway.

[chirpingfromthebox]

All the bits from the Boston post-game press session after Finals Game 5

You can find the entire interview here! Be sure to go show them some love/views/likes/nice comments/etc for the work they put in making these available for everyone.

At the table were Jamie Lee Rattray, Hilary Knight, and coach Courtney Kessel.

We're at the end of the season here, my friends. My impulse (as always) is to be lazy and trim things down a little and save myself some effort, but it just feels wrong to trim anything off such a historic end. So I'll just suck it up and do these last few interviews in their entirety.

All the transcriptions under the break.

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REPORTER: [This reporter neglected to use a microphone, so the best I can make out is “Coach, why was it so _____?” In the comments for the video it was asked what the question was and the reporter who posts these videos said she wasn't sure, but basically it was a "What happened out there tonight?" type of thing.]

COURTNEY KESSEL: I thought we came out and actually had a good start, had some opportunities to put the puck in the back of the net. We didn’t. And then, to be honest, I think we just ran out of steam.

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REPORTER: Just for either of the players, I know you’re in that moment of disappointment right now, but are you able to just reflect on the journey of the season, getting this far, and what was established for women’s hockey?

HILARY KNIGHT: Absolutely. Obviously, it’s tough when you lose. Especially game 5, at home, in front of amazing fans. But, you know, we just came from the room, that’s kinda all we were doing, is reflecting on how proud of our group we are. How we continued to persevere regardless of any odds that were thrown in our direction. How we fought. You know, this year was a historic year. It was tough. It was something that no player was ever used to. We built it. And we’re extremely ecstatic about where it is right now year one, and where our group is; how we continue to battle and fight for one another. So I think, if anything, that reflection- point is something that we can celebrate and take away from tonight even though we did lose is our group. And how proud of one another we are in that room.

[Rattray looks at Hilary and nods]

[for the record you can really hear the emotion in Hilary's voice in this answer. If you only listen to two questions from this video I would recommend you listen to this one and the final one. They are my favorite two and you can really hear a lot of nuance in her voice in them.]

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REPORTER: Just want to ask all three of you, the job that Aerin [Frankel] did in goal tonight. 41 saves, I think it was 43 shots. Just seemed that she- that expression “standing on her head” maybe the right one here.

HILARY KNIGHT: Yeah. That game in the second could’ve opened up a lot greater than a 3-nothing deficit without Aerin between the pipes. She stood on her head all year. She showed up every single day. And so we couldn’t be more grateful and proud of her performance throughout the year. Hopefully we can help her a little bit more next year up front [laughs], relieve some of that pressure. But she’s the best goalie in the league. No doubt about it.

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REPORTER: The moment with the fans were chanting “Thank you Boston,” I dunno if you were able to hear that on the ice? [Hilary nods in the affirmative.] What did that mean to you all?

JAMIE LEE RATTRAY: Yeah, it was pretty emotional, I think. I mean, it’s pretty special what we had here. Obviously we wanted to win on home ice, but they still stuck with us through the whole game. They were loud, they showed up for us today. Unfortunately we couldn’t get it done. Super grateful for them. We couldn’t do it without them this year for sure.

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REPORTER: This crowd was the largest we’ve had all season. Standing room only, secondary market’s huge. Can you speak on what it meant to have the fans here like that tonight?

JAMIE LEE RATTRAY: I mean, it speaks for itself, right? We were super excited to get to the rink today. Just hearing the price of the tickets and stuff like that. I think we can be super proud of that, especially in our market here in Boston. I mean, it means the world to us. As players that’s all we want is to be able to fill the buildings and you’ll have a fanbase that really supports us. And they’ve been so great for us all year. Unfortunately we couldn’t get it done for them tonight, but I think we got a really special group here. Hopefully they keep coming and supporting us all next year too.

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REPORTER: I was just wondering if the two of you could answer about Aerin what you thought she did tonight for the team, to keep the team in it essentially?

JAMIE LEE RATTRAY: Yeah, she’s been our backbone. Like Hil said. I think she’s literally the best goalie in the world, right now. She literally stood on her head. She helped us through the first couple rounds of the playoffs and without her I don’t think we could get to where we are. Like Hil said, we’re gonna back her up a little more next year, hopefully. She’s phenomenal and such a great teammate too. Unfortunately we couldn’t get any in for her tonight, but she was phenomenal all year.

COURTNEY KESSEL: I would just say [she’s] super humble off the ice, and so quick, the way she tracks the puck. Just incredible. Her ability to see all those point shots and last second make those saves. We wouldn’t be where we are today without her. And unfortunately we fell a little short.

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REPORTER: Coach, do you have any updates on Taylor [Wenczkowski]? Was she okay? It looked like a knee injury.

COURTNEY KESSEL: Yeah, she’s alright.

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REPORTER: This offseason’s gonna be a shorter turnaround compared to the last couple years. How long do you guys take to wallow in this before you get ready for the next season?

HILARY KNIGHT: I think we all need a vacation. [everybody at the table laughs.]

You know, let us not forget that we had a six week training camp before the start of this year. We were in market, working with no games, a lot of scrimmages, showing up. You know this is the first year that players weren’t necessarily in control of their programming. So we expected a lot of ourselves to show up every single day. But yeah, I mean, it’s a short off season. I know there’s different national team camps and whatnot that are coming up pretty quickly in August and September, but it’s just a matter of people getting healthy and getting back to sort of that healthy standpoint before we start gearing up and training again. But it’s a long year. We said it from the get-go. And I think we definitely felt it towards the end of this run.

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REPORTER: Courtney, I just wanted to ask you, as someone who’s been in the game- on the game for as long as you have, what do you feel for the future? I know you just, literally just, finished the season [Kessel smiles], but it’s probably crossed your mind. Just like where this can go from here?

COURTNEY KESSEL: When you think back to September when this was kind of launched and we had the draft and we’re heading off to training camps. Who could’ve ever imagined that we’re filling the Bell Center, the ACC, or- [whispers a question to Jamie Lee]

JAMIE LEE RATTRAY: [laughing] Scotiabank.

CK: Scotiabank. You know we’re filling Tsongas, we’re playing in front of 13+ thousand in Minnesota and Detroit. I think this league took off and took off full throttle. More than we could ever have imagined as coaches, as players. I think we should all be so proud. And I think the media and the people surrounding this league, you know, the Walter family- like, we wouldn’t be here, right? I think we’re all thankful for that and grateful for this opportunity. But I know that the effort that every single player in league put forth, because it was a grind, it was something no one was used to. Just incredible for every single athlete involved in this group. I’m just so proud of our group and how we battled back all year. And here we were: one game short.

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REPORTER: Jamie and Hilary, did you expect the physical play as much as it was? And do you think that going forward it’s something you know you need to prepare a little bit more for next season?

JAMIE LEE RATTRAY: Yeah, I think our game’s always been physical, but [laughing] I think it got ramped up a little bit this year. And now we know how to play it. I think we will prepare differently right in the summers, and you had to adapt your game a little bit as the year went on and I think it was extra physical in the playoffs. I think you can use it to your advantage as well. It was definitely a different look as a player for sure as the year went on. But now that we know how it’s gonna be, I think it’s easier to prepare as next season comes along.

HILARY KNIGHT: Definitely. I’d like to see more consistency with what is body checking and what isn’t body checking, I think moving forward. And I know the league’s gonna work on that and we’re gonna do our part preparing to make sure we don’t put ourselves in vulnerable positions out on the ice. But it’s definitely a different type of game. You have to see the ice differently, you have to be able to absorb hits, read coverages, and put yourself in the center of the ice a little bit more than playing on the outskirts on the boards if you don’t wanna get banged up so much over the year. But, yeah, it’s gonna be an emphasis point with everybody training this summer.

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REPORTER: Congrats on the great season. And sorry for the loss tonight. I’m wondering if you all can reflect on how you’re thinking of setting the stage for professional women’s sports in Boston in general? As you all are the only fully professional league, and we’ve got pro soccer coming, but you all are really leading the way on this. Do you have thoughts on this? What your leadership means for pro women’s sports in Boston?

[Randomly, coach Kessel has a face during this question that you'll see a lot from her during these press sessions and it's my potentially my favorite one of hers. I can't explain why it's my favorite, but it is.]

HILARY KNIGHT: I think a rising tide lifts all ships. We benefit from many women that came before us to put us in a successful position this year. It seems like women’s sports is really breaking through and what a better timing than to invest now and be part of this journey. So we’re excited to be the first in market, but we’re really excited for that NWSL team to join us, among other teams. It’s just exciting to be in women’s sport right now and at this level.

[Boston's NWSL team is set to debut in 2026, for those interested.]

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REPORTER: They’ve announced that nicknames will be coming this off season. Do you guys have any favorites or suggestions that you guys would like to see your team called?

[Hilary says something quietly to her tablemates here and they all laugh, but I’m not able to make out what exactly she says.]

JAMIE LEE RATTRAY: I dunno. We’ll see what they come up with, but I’m sure it will be a good one. There’s been some pretty good names in Boston with sports teams, so I’m sure we’ll fit right in on that. I dunno. I’m looking forward to having a logo and a team name and-

It was pretty cool though, I think the cool thing about this year is we represented our cities. And we always talk about it all the time, representing this city is something special. And to be a part of this sports market, you know, I’ve said it time and time again, it’s super special. You’ve seen the different teams and the different history behind sports, and now we get to be a part of it and it’s really, really cool. So I’m sure it’ll be a good team name. I can’t wait to get my first t-shirt.

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REPORTER: From the player’s perspective, being inside the arena, hearing the amount of young women that you hear in the audience tonight and the other things that you’ve heard from, and the cheers, the electric energy. How does that motivate you to, yes of course there was a loss, keep on moving forward into the next season and play?

HILARY KNIGHT: Yeah, on one note, at the end of it you’re just a human showing up to play the sport that you love. And when you get out on the ice with a group, you see the young faces, you see faces from all over, you see signs, candy, bracelets, you hear it. And you realize how much you’re a part of something bigger than yourself. And I think, while this loss, we feel it in our room, it’s tough because we really wanted it, not only for the people in the room, but everyone who supported us along this journey. Because we understand what type of impact and the significance of what we’re doing through sport. To have a positive inspirational point and have that impact on someone’s life is a huge responsibility and one that I know no player takes lightly. And we get to do it doing the best job in the world.

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[ask-the-splitmind-au]

Random Q&A with the Artist!

I really wanted to answer some questions I figure are probably floating around but go unasked due to them being not super related to the silly sluggies. So, here's some Q&A about my designs and the lore!

Alternative title, 'Angel wants to talk about stuff nobody is going to ask her because it only matters to her'

Q: Why does all your art have the tan background?

A: It's a soft background to help prevent eyestrain when I'm working on answering asks. Since I screenshot answers instead of saving them as an image, it's just easier to let the background be a soft color than change it back and forth every time.

Asks with Moon don't get the background itself changed, but I just put a box of dark gray behind the doodle.

Q: Why do you screenshot instead of saving the image?

A: While saving the image could get me transparent versions, since all asks are given small doodles, having one big canvas where I draw them small and then screenshot just them makes it easier. I also keep previous asks stored on different layers in case I need to drag them out for whatever reason!

Q: Why does Saint have a tamed lizard, and why is a Strawberry?

A: Originally, Saint didn't have any lizards! But, as I was readying his post, I got the idea suggested by my brother when we were playing Rain World and thought it would be really cute to have. Pacifist is a Strawberry because 1) it makes sense and 2) batflies were the only thing Splitmind Saint could reliably catch to tame anything with.

Also, a fun fact! Paci was tamed before Saint ever met Sliver, and she chose to risk their life by staying with her fluffy slugcat friend. Paci also had a brother named Geegee/GG, short for Gentle Giant, who was tamed before Sliver and her grubby ascension mitts got him.

Q: Do any other slugcats have non-sluggie friends? (Lizard, Vulture, Scavenger, etc)

A: Yes! Obviously Saint has Pacifist, but a few others have some. Ranger has a scavenger friend he sometimes visits named Acrid, and has a tamed pink lizard named Gumdrop. Arti helps carry Gumdrop places she can't normally reach. Gourmand has several scavengers he's on good terms with, but more concernedly, the slugcat colony as a whole (but mostly Gourmand) has a communally tamed Red Lizard named Crimson. Sadly, Crimson's back at the colony, and will not be appearing in the near future.

Q: Will the other slugcats (Monk, Survivor, etc) ever be available for asks?

A: Probably not. This is already a lot for me to answer, and Inv being added on as kind of an extra was a fun accident. I don't plan on letting it happen again, but with where I plan to take this blog as a story, they might show up again!

Everyone asks are the bane of my existence.

Q: Where are all the slugcats at when we ask them?

A: So! The scugerators are all gathered about half a dozen cycles' walk from the slugcat colony Gourmand leads. Gourmand is actually planning something very special about this.

I may have prepared a comic/story thing that we're getting to, very soon! It will probably be written out.

Q: How tired are you?

A: Very.

Q: How many asks are in your inbox right now?

A: 43 Splitmind asks. Yeowch.

Q: Why have asks been so slow lately?

A: The short answer is life. The long answer is that my phone is broken and I can't reliably draw on it anymore, so I'm learning my drawing tablet for Splitmind asks still. Additionally, I don't want to answer any asks until i can get the Sliver arc finished. Also, with school in session, it's harder for me to find time, and for the past week or so my cat has been fighting a losing battle against cancer. I spend most of my free time with him.

I'm almost there! Brace yourselves for some fluffy angst with Sliver and Suns!

[rollforfelicity]

What skins are all your players playing in Monsterhearts? I think there's multiple versions of each skin and I'm curious which ones y'all picked.

Ooh, this is a good question! (Also this is my first ever ask, I'm so excited!!) I'm running two games of Monsterhearts 2, but I'll talk about the one that I posted a screenshot from first, and then I'll talk about my home game because I just love Monsterhearts so much. In my streamed game, Monsterhearts: Freshman Year, they're playing The Pegasus by TechnicolorTraveler, The Werewolf (from the core rulebook), The Knight by anxiousmimicrpgs, and The Siren from the Skin Deep Collection by Ferretheim Games. In Season 2 we have slightly adapted the Darkest Self of the Werewolf and The Siren. For the Werewolf we took the escape condition from The Cerberus which is "You escape your Darkest Self when disrupted by a virtuous hero, or when the power of true love tempers your resolve." For The Siren, we swapped to the Darkest Self of The Creature.

Season 1 is five episodes where they're solving a murder on their college campus during orientation week. Season 2 is going to be six episodes (we're streaming Episode 5 on Tuesday) and the players have entered a fey pact where they have to make 4 couples fall in love by midnight on Valentine's Day, and also before Queen Mab and her court cause 4 couples to break up. Did some of them decide to get themselves involved by falling in love or starting ill-advised relationships and now they're miserable? I'll never tell. (They did. It's great.)

In my HOME game, all but one of the players are playing core skins, but we've been playing for like 43 sessions, so for Season 2, some of them switched to new playbooks and their characters have moves and aspects of each.

Kate (who is basically Captain America meets Boba Fett in terms of laboratory experiments) started as The Queen but now that she knows she was created in a lab has switched to The Hollow.

Spencer and Frances have both been playing their original skins, The Ghost and The Fey, the entire game.

Riley started off as The Vampire, but in Season 2 switched to the The Heartless. This has been really fun because Riley already didn't know who her sire was and had a plot thread in Season 1 where she was trying to find him, and because she picked The Heartless for Season 2, I ended up adding a detail about her sire taking her heart when she was turned that made the whole situation even juicier and has been really fun.

Justin started off as The Witch, but when he gained his witch powers the ghost of one of his pilgrim ancestors took up residence in his head, so in Season 2 he is now The Infernal, with the ghost being his Dark Power.

Also in my home game, I added a few basic moves because we have been playing this game for like 2 years and it was nice to add some mechanics to mix things up. So I added Act Under Pressure from Monster of the Week, and String Advance and Figure Out A Person from Thirsty Sword Lesbians. Both of those Thirsty Sword Lesbian moves work REALLY well for Monsterhearts, in case you were wondering.

[dcaiv072793]

no one

1. The Longest Masturbation Session

In 2009, Masanobu Sato won the endurance competition at the annual Masturbate-a-thon fundraiser hosted by San Francisco’s Center for Sex & Culture, an event that first surfaced in the ‘90s to destigmatize solo sex and self-pleasure. What was Sato’s time, you ask? A whopping nine hours and 33 minutes.

Today, however, Sato faces some stiff competition. According to Mel Magazine, 43-year-old Drake Hardy, a “bisexual man with a master’s degree in physical sciences,” is gearing up to break the world record, which has since increased to 10 hours and 10 minutes. Workin’ hard or hardly workin’, eh Drake?

2. The Most Orgasms In One Hour

According to a blog post from sex toy manufacturer Lelo, doctors from the Center for Marital and Sexual Studies in California once observed 134 orgasms from a single woman in one hour — the most ever documented. By contrast, the record for men stands at a measly 16 orgasms in the same length of time.

Similarly, in 1966, a woman experienced the longest orgasm on record. It reportedly lasted for 45 seconds and resulted in 25 individual contractions. Sounds like she came for a good time and a long time.

3. The Oldest Pair Of Twin Sex Workers

In 2012, Martine and Louise Fokken, then 70-year-old identical twin sisters and long-time sex workers in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, released their memoirs and a documentary film about their lives entitled Meet The Fokkens, according to the BBC. The Fokken sisters are widely considered to be the oldest twin sex workers in the business, not only in Amsterdam, where prostitution is legal, but anywhere in the world. BRB, buying tickets for Sister Act 2: Fokken Me Up, coming to a theater near you.

Additional elderly escorts include a Taipei woman in her 80’s nicknamed “Grandma” and Sheila Vogel-Coupe, considered to be Britain’s oldest prostitute, who is now in her early 90’s.

4. The Largest Natural Breasts

Annie Hawkins-Turner, better known as Norma Stitz (aka enormous t*ts), is the Atlanta-based fetish model and entrepreneur who’s held the Guinness world record for largest breasts since 1999. Now in her 60’s, Hawkins-Turner’s bra size is a 102ZZZ and it’s speculated that each breast weighs anywhere between 55 and 85 pounds. In 2011, Hawkins-Turner appeared on the UK’s This Morning to speak about her experience growing up with such a prominent chest, for which she’s been the victim of relentless bullying and teasing from strangers practically all her life. Of her work in the fetish industry, she told the show’s hosts, “I've shown people that big is beautiful and you can be sexy in your own way.” Team Norma forever.

5. Most Sexual Partners In A 24-Hour Period

The holder of this record is widely considered to be porn star Lisa Sparks (also known as Lisa Sparxxx), who — at an event in Warsaw, Poland — reportedly had sex with 919 individual men back-to-back within a period of 24 hours. No one seems to have been able to out-bang Sparxxx since that fateful day in 2004, so she remains the reigning champ. And frankly, it’s a tall order — there’s not enough lube in the entire solar system to keep the chafing from 900+ partners at bay. We salute you and your steel vagina, Ms. Sparxxx.

6. The Oldest Male Pornstar

At 60, Tokyo-born Shigeo Tokuda retired from his desk job as a travel agent and took up something a little more stimulating: Porn. Now well into his 80’s, Tokuda has starred in more than 350 adult films and is widely considered the “undisputed king of Japanese mature porn.” Flex, king.

7. The Oldest Virgin

In 2011, UK-born secretary Clara Meadmore died a proud virgin just before turning 108. During a public celebration of her 107th birthday, Meadmore reportedly told the press that the key to her longevity was her abstinence. To Meadmore, sex and intimate relationships seemed like “a lot of hassle.” Maybe she was onto something… *texts ex*.

8. The Biggest Collection of Penises

If you’ve got a yen for general erotic art, The World Erotic Art Museum, located in Miami Beach, has thousands of works for you to browse. But if you’re looking specifically for a collection of more than 200 penises, you’re going to need to head to the Icelandic Phallological Museum in Reykjavik, Iceland. You’ll see whale penises, you’ll see fox penises, you’ll see penises belonging to characters from Icelandic folklore. This is your one-stop phallus shop. Bring your own condoms.

9. The Largest Orgy

The world record for the largest orgy was broken back in 2006 when 500 naked, writhing bodies came together (in more ways than one) for a sex session in Japan. Since then, the record-holders have proven difficult to de-throne. According to Men’s Health, “Menage Life's Sin City 8 sex festival endeavored to hold the world's largest orgy” in 2018, but logistical difficulties resulted in a sub-par total of 375 people. Better luck next time.

10. The Longest Marriage

Warning: Painfully sweet content ahead! Zelmyra Fisher, born in 1907, and her husband Herbert Fisher, born in 1905, sealed the deal on May 13, 1924 in North Carolina and remained married until Fisher’s death in 2015. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the two had been married 86 years, 9 months, and 16 days as of February 27, 2011. Mawwiage indeed!

11. Most Queefs In 30 Seconds

For those who are less literate in yonic expulsions, a queef is a form of vaginal flatulence, usually accompanied by a fart sound, that escapes the vagina when built-up air pressure is released, especially after or during sex.

In 2009, Howard Stern held a queefing championship, and the results seem to defy all logic and scientific principles. Abby, the winner, reportedly let 93 queefs rip in just one minute for an average of three per second. Truly, an amazing feat. All hail Chief Queef.

12. The Strongest Vagina

13. The Largest Penis

There’s a bit of a dispute about who is the true holder of this coveted record. For many years, New Yorker Jonah Falcon was considered to have the world’s largest penis, clocking in at 9.5 inches flaccid and 13.5 inches when erect. However, in recent years, a challenger from Mexico has come forth named Roberto Esquivel Cabrera, who claims to be the proud owner of a 19-incher. Go long, boys.

14. World’s Longest Kiss

According to Guinness, the longest kiss on record lasted a staggering 58 hours, 35 minutes, and 58 seconds. The love birds in question? Thailand’s own Ekkachai Tiranarat and Laksana Tiranarat. They completed the smooch at an event organized by Ripley's Believe It or Not! in Pattaya, Thailand in 2013. Talk about a marathon makeout sesh.

15. Longest Ejaculation By Distance

The official number on record is 18 feet, 9 inches, reportedly spewed from an American man by the name of Horst Schultz. However, according to a recent Mel Magazine article, these numbers are completely unsubstantiated. It’s not even clear if this Horst Schultz character is a real person or just an urban legend — an Abominable Sperm-man, if you will.

Whether or not he and his record are legit, the lore of Schultz’s ejaculate has inspired one anonymous 35-year-old North Hollywood man to shoot for the stars — or at least the other side of the room. The man, whom Mel Magazine called “Matthew,” is nothing if not dedicated to his craft. His training has whipped his pelvic floor into “prime shape,” through “various exercises.” He’s also employed “electrical muscle stimulation machines that work via anal probe.” To date, Matthew has passed the 5-foot mark with his sperm. When he reaches six, he reportedly plans to contact the Guinness Book of World Records to finally set the record straight. Far out, dude.

16. Greatest Speed Of Ejaculation

This is another record reportedly held by Mr. Schultz, of ejaculation legend. If the numbers are correct, Schultz is responsible for a jet stream of semen traveling at 42.7 miles per hour. Sir, we’re gonna need to see some license and registration, please.

From octogenarian prostitutes to heavy-lifting vaginas, there’s no shortage of amazing things we can do with our bodies. Clearly, that old saying is true: Everybody really is good at something — even if your special talent is rocketing your semen into space.

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[modybod]

Shes talking about her tongue split!

Translation:

(0:01) Hello friends, how are you? Good (0:03) afternoon, the thing is that I left (0:05) a story on my (0:08) work profile where I post (0:10) all the tattoos I do, (0:12) Dragon Tattoo, telling you (0:15) that I have flash tattoos available (0:16) and my schedule is open for this month (0:18) of September, so if (0:20) you feel like asking me for a quote for a (0:22) tattoo, do it over there, at (0:24) Dragon Tattoo. All the (0:27) prices for the flash tattoos and the (0:29) designs I have available (0:31) are in the highlighted stories (0:32) on Dragon Tattoo. If you want (0:34) to get a quote for a normal session, (0:36) where you get a big tattoo, like, I don’t know, (0:39) on the forearm, calf, or something like that, (0:40) you can send me (0:43) a message, and I’ll give you (0:44) all the information. (0:47) Every time I post a story (0:50) talking, people notice (0:51) that my tongue is split, and it’s not (0:55) something I usually show, but (0:57) people always ask me how the experience was and who did it for me.

Well, first of all, I (1:02) got it done by the amazing Gato (1:04) Moreno. He’s from Mexico, but (1:06) he travels to many countries. (1:08) I’m going to leave his username here (1:10) so you can follow him and go to him (1:12) because he’s the best at doing (1:16) tongues, super skilled. So, (1:18) about the experience, (1:21) at the moment when they do it, you don’t feel anything because they use (1:23) anesthesia and all that.

The next (1:26) day, it does feel horrible, but (1:28) there’s nothing you can do. I say this (1:29) is for the crazy ones. I honestly cheated a bit (1:32) and went to the pharmacy to get an injection (1:34) for the pain, and it helped me a lot. After (1:37) about a week, I was super fine, and (1:39) I highly recommend it.

In fact, you even forget (1:43) you have it. I forget (1:44) sometimes. So, it’s a win-win.

[therichantsim]

I originally wrote this after reading Gym Life S15.Ep:43-BMB21, but before I saw that Spa Day S15.Ep:44-BMB22 was posted. After reading Spa Day, I had to consider whether or not my thoughts changed. So I sat on it for a bit. Then I read Get Somebody Else to Do It S15.Ep:45-BMB23 this morning and that confirmed for me that my thoughts didn't change.

I agree with what Quinton was saying in the last scenes of Gym Life. BUT!

I think Quinton missed the mark with Yasmine's date. They are all perpetually being put on the spot; they're all interviewing for the role, but so far, everyone's date has been couched in their interests but in a way that they could offer commentary on it but also enjoy each other's company. With Yasmine, he took her to a place, albeit, very much couched in her interests, but in a way that she became the sole object of commentary. Dani didn't have to convince the club to cha cha slide and Noemy didn't have to prepare a feast; they both got to enjoy their interests whereas Yasmine had to prove hers.

I think it came from a good place, the same place in Quinton that produced the other dates, but since she's an influencer, he could have seen what she was made of in that respect from her social media. I think the gym environment was inspired, but at a gym it would be inappropriate for her to comment on the other gym-goers, so she couldn't even turn the tables to her advantage and could only do what he asked her to do from the door, which was perform. He has some far-reaching connections, so maybe he could have arranged for her to get a peek behind the scenes of someone she admired in the industry; not to meet them, because three's a crowd, but just to hang out, observe, and experience it a bit. Something like that would have afforded her the same advantage as the others.

As for Yasmine, she seems to have completely forgotten it was supposed to be a date. Not entirely her fault considering what she was initially tasked to do, but it was not a good look for a perspective partner or future trainer for her to be so focused on herself. She only checked in with him once. Her bio might say that she's looking for love, but she seems like she'd be better off with a business partner.

Now, while Quinton didn't get to interact with Yasmine in the same way as the others, he did get to see her passion, her determination, her tunnel vision, and that while she seems to be competitive, she's mostly competing with herself. And, if nothing else, I think he got to see that she is not ready for a life with him and what that entails. Tunnel vision and child rearing don't mix.

Even if with the date Quinton was aiming to see if Yasmine, when surrounded by her interests, could manage to broaden her focus and be aware of and attentive to her company, I still think making her perform when the others didn't have to was shortsighted of him. He's a thoughtful dude, so I know it wasn't intentional, but the consequences of that was Yasmine was at a disadvantage and that Quinton didn't get to share the time with her in the same way. They did have time after the workout on the sofa, but by then it was already too late because the cadence had been set.

Now, that is what I wrote initially, and after Spa Day, my thoughts haven't changed. But I will say that while it wouldn't make sense for Quinton to take her to hot yoga before a workout, the new experience aspect of the session was more in keeping with the previous dates. Since it came after the performance, though, it still feels like Quinton missed an opportunity to get to know her in the same way/at the same pace.

Rockwall climbing was a new experience as well, but it was wrapped in the performance, so I don't want to say it doesn't count, but maybe that it doesn't carry the same weight.

But I guess when all is said and done, he still learned what he needed to.

I am so happy to have your feedback because I struggled to write this date, because gameplay it was awful. Any interactions outside of them working out seemed to irritate him. His mood was often either bored or tense. Her negative trait is self-absorbed. So, story wise I ran with that to match why he had a negative moodlet. However, without giving up too much info Quinton has plans for Yasmine. But I love how you broke this down. Yas also had no backstory outside of her being a barista and wanting to train celebs for me to build upon, so I heavily leaned into the self-absorbed or "tunnel vision" as you put it. Even in the house she always goes off on her own to swim or workout. She never interacts with him without me queuing her up to do so. While at the spa when they got in the hot tub, he actually moved away from her, but I left those pics out because it seemed too harsh. I actually felt bad. Now, remember Yasmine has a free pass from elimination this first round because she won the bowling tournament. So hopefully things can turn around.

[queenstarlight2]

I posted 86 times in 2022

That's 86 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (99%)

1 post reblogged (1%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@queenstarlight

I tagged 85 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#the hobbit - 57 posts

#the hobbit headcanon - 53 posts

#lotr imagine - 53 posts

#lord of the rings - 50 posts

#the hobbit x reader - 49 posts

#the hobbit headcanons - 48 posts

#lotr x reader - 47 posts

#lotr elves - 47 posts

#lord of the rings imagine - 42 posts

#lord of the rings x reader - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 43 characters

#something from my other account that failed

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Imagine Legolas watching you get killed in battle and him not even being able to respond

501 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#4

Imagine yandere Hannibal killing your abusive husband and taking you for himself as his wife 

561 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

Imagine just moaning yandere Thranduil's name in bed while you are riding him (the fic is basically like the Elrond version but it does have a few more lines and a few lines were also changed to fit more into Thranduil style)

(NSFW below) (Ellon meaning male elf or just elf)

Pants and grunts filled the room as Thranduil's breath labored while you bounced on his cock. Trying to remain quiet, so the whole of Mirkwood doesn't hear how much of an whore you are for its king.

"such a good little one, taking my cock so well"Thranduil's hips harshly and unexpectedly thrust up, sending you to a climax as your head snaps up and your back arches, tightening around his pulsating cock as you cummed. "hah~Thranduil~" you moan in ecstasy, still enjoying the way his massive cock filled you.

Thranduil grabbed your face and kissed you. Looking into your hazy eyes. "my love, I haven't even begun tonight's true adventures " he flipped you, so you would be below him, as he grabbed the headboard and smirked at you. you felt Thranduil's silk sheets as you felt your slick go down your thighs, suddenly knowing that the silk sheets were bound to be ruined by the time you were finished, most likely by dawn if your beloved's eyes were anything to go off of. Hungry, completely madded by your taste, and completely jealous of all the Ellons staring at you earlier in a gown that was only meant for his eyes.

576 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#2

Imagine yandere Hannibal asking how often you and your husband have had sex during a therapy session saying it might be making you unhappy. When the reason he asked was that he wanted to know how many times he was going to have to fuck you to make you forget about your husband

735 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Imagine Legolas getting hit by a love potion and him falling deeply in love with you and him just littering your neck with hickeys and love bites and him just kissing you over and over again and unbeknownst to you, he was already in love with you and him just turning into a Yandere due to the love potion 

1,002 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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I posted 8,468 times in 2022

That's 8,468 more posts than 2021!

3,215 posts created (38%)

5,253 posts reblogged (62%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 6,705 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 2,867 posts

#k&j ask - 1,917 posts

#begging - 360 posts

#whump art - 352 posts

#pet whump - 346 posts

#vampire whumpee - 229 posts

#txt - 216 posts

#torture - 176 posts

#whumper turned whumpee - 169 posts

#tiny whump - 166 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#the basement jim is keeping kane in is unfinished but its like fine. its clean and whatever. its definitely nicer than where kane was before

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Kane & Jim Masterlist

(vampire whump, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker)

Jim had lived as the prisoner of a cruel vampire for years, forced to provide blood for his insatiable appetite, before finally escaping. A decade has passed since then, when he hears word of a vampire in the custody of a group of hunters matching the description of his former captor, Kane. Wanting closure, he negotiates to have custody of Kane transferred to himself. But when he finally lays eyes on the vampire, it’s like he’s a complete stranger: A sobbing mess begging for mercy, not the arrogant man he once knew.

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listed in chronological order, but writing order is indicated by the number next to them. click here for chapters sorted by newest update (and click here for canon drabbles sorted by newest update).

Kane & Bellamy - Prequel: (recommend not reading until after Family Reunion)

The Knight (#14)

Clean Break (#30)

The Contents of Several Unopened Envelopes Delivered to Kane de Sang (#41)

Jim’s Captivity & Recovery:

You’re Mine Now (#7)

Tomorrow (#8)

Run (#3)

Rebellion (#27) + Alternate Ending

Happy Birthday (#25)

Too Sick (#11)

Curls (#33.5)

Family Reunion Part 1 (#12)

Family Reunion Part 2 (#13) + Bonus

Quiet (#16)

Broken (#21)

Slice (#29)

Out (#22) + Bonus

Home (#23)

Everything’s Different Now (#43)

Drabbles: Calm Down, Midday Snack, Jim’s Nightmare, Fuck you

Intermission:

Something New (#19)

Power (#34)

Kane’s Captivity: (this arc is interactive, see here! anything tagged “canon kane whump” is canon!)

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355 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#4

you’ll have to rip adverbs and italics and commas and stuttering out of my cold dead hands

388 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#3

"livestreamed torture session where viewers suggest / pay for whumpee to be tortured in specific ways" is such a classic but i just thought of the funniest inversion: livestreamed torture session but the viewers are all sympathetic and paying for whumper to stop and give whumpee a break. chat is all like "fuck dude that's too far" "take the knife out" "let them have some water and a snack" "headpats pls"

411 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

#2

me asking to be added to a taglist

424 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Make it stop" / "Please make it stop" is like the whumpiest phrase. the complete & total desperation of it all... just begging for someone, anyone to make the pain go away

427 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

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I posted 1,127 times in 2022

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Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#logan speaks - 414 posts

#logan shitposts - 77 posts

#<<< that’s a new one - 66 posts

#logan writes - 63 posts

#logan reads - 20 posts

#anj 👩‍🚒 - 18 posts

#hope🦇 - 15 posts

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#logan recommends - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#and my family is leaving me at home but i wanna go with them but i also don’t wanna go but i also don’t want to be at home by myself

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#5

Taking inspiration from this post I saw on my dash from @boldlyvoid:

I’m gonna tell you what color a handful of my comfort characters remind me of, but will provide no explanation as to why. (I agree with the characters and color associations she mentions, so they won’t be covered here)

1. Evan Buckley from 9-1-1 is a marigold yellow

2. Steve Harrington is like an olive green

3. Wanda Maximoff is like a pastel red. Not a full crimson, but soft like a little bit of pink is mixed into it to make it blushier

4. Matt Murdock is like baby kitten grey

5. Peter Parker in any form is baby blue, be it Toby Peter, Andrew Peter, or Tom Peter

6. Benedict Bridgerton is indigo

7. Remus Lupin is chocolate brown

8. Harry Potter is like Heineken bottle green (if you’ve ever seen a Heineken bottle you know what I mean)

9. Newt Scamander is like a rich lapis lazuli blue

10. And Percy Jackson is seafoam green

No I will not elaborate

11 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#4

My Personal Spencer Reid Headcanons

Part 1/?

The only things he knows how to cook before meeting you are Ramen and Box Mac and Cheese (and even then he still isn't very good at it)

He memorizes all of your clothing sizes so he can just tell people right off the bat for gift-giving purposes (or for him to get you things *wink wonk*) instead of having to ask you first

He genuinely enjoys hearing you talk, so he’ll ask questions that trigger info-dump sessions on purpose just to hear you ramble on about whatever hyper-fixation he asked you about, because you always do the same thing for him

He is ENDLESSLY fascinated by makeup, so if you’re the type of person who wears/knows how to do makeup, he will sit and just watch you do your makeup, occasionally asking what a product is for or what techniques you’re using

The books on his bookshelf are organized via the Dewey Decimal System, and you buy him a label maker for that express purpose so he can label the space on the shelf instead of having to put a bulky lamination on all of his books

Despite never wearing matching socks, all of his socks are organized by color (you helped him get divided drawer inserts for that)

He does not know and cannot for the life of him figure out how to play Snaps, Black Magic, or any of those other weird mind-numbing camp games, which you always laugh at him for whether you know how to play them or not

He can successfully fold a fitted sheet because his arms are so long, and it endlessly pisses off everybody

He still doesn't know how to use chopsticks

He dotes upon you whenever it's your time of the month, because he hates it when you don't feel good and he wants to help you feel better

Even though he tries his best to avoid germs, when he does get sick, he's the biggest man-baby imaginable and you have to drop everything to take care of him (even though you'd do that if he WASN'T a man-baby)

You somehow convince him to read Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, and all those other fantasy/dystopian fiction novels for kids and young adults, and even though he tries to act all cool and say they weren't as good as Chaucer or Vonnegut, he actually really enjoyed them

He sucks at remembering to drink water, so you have to get him an obnoxiously neon colored water bottle so he'll remember to use it

The only form of exercise he can do well and for a prolonged period of time is sit-ups, so he has pretty decent abs

He had no idea how to properly care for his wild curls until you came along and helped him research how to do it best

He likes podcasts, specifically ones about books, movies, and tv shows, but he does have a select few true crime podcasts that he likes to listen to, even though he's very familiar with most of the cases they discuss

He only gets an iPhone so he can receive pictures and videos of his godsons from JJ and Derek, and eventually so you can send him pictures and videos of your sons and/or daughters (also for certain word and math puzzle games that you download for him when he first gets it)

He really likes the home organizing shows they have on Netflix, and once you came home to find him Marie Kondo-ing the entire apartment

16 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#3

My Personal Matt Murdock Headcanons

Part 1/?

(And yes. I have discussed a handful of these with my beloved moot @leossmoonn before)

Due to his enhanced senses, he knows the perfect time to flip a pancake, never burns anything, always makes the most perfect toast, and he always kills flies on the first try

As much as he pretends to hate it because it’s kinda blasphemous, one of his favorite songs is Take Me To Church by Hozier. He also really likes Devil’s Advocate by The Neighborhood and (don’t tell anybody) Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

He’s really good with kids. Like, unnaturally good. Like, you’ll walk into a room and see him regaling your nephews with stories of Battlin’ Jack Murdock, or all of your nieces doing their best to put his hair in ponytails or “forcing” him to sing Disney songs with them (and melting when he actually gets really into it)

The most chivalrous little shit on earth. Always opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you when you go out to eat, helping you out of taxis, kissing the back of your hand, shit like that. Simply because he loves hearing the heat rush to your cheeks

He’s annoyingly good at hide and seek, at least from a seeking standpoint because of his super weirdness. He can’t hide worth a damn, because he’s almost six feet tall and not that flexible, so he ends up trying to hide behind the big plant in your living room and you can just barely see the tiniest bit of his fluffy hair peeking out over the top of it

He’s a complete pansy when it comes to spicy food or strong flavors. The only spicy things he can kind of handle are Hot Cheetos or Takis, and even after those he has to chug like half a gallon of milk

He’s surprisingly good with animals. Like, say you’re at a petting zoo for a younger relative’s birthday party. You’ll end up finding him in some obscure corner of the animal pen with a baby goat fast asleep in his arms. Or if you’re at a family member’s house for a holiday and they happen to have a dog or a cat, you can bet the second he sits down that animal is going to make themselves at home on his lap or around his shoulders. It’s even funnier if the dog that picks him as their dog bed is huge, like you just walk into the living room to find him being borderline smothered by a very self-satisfied fully grown Great Pyrenees

His favorite times of year are the beginning of spring when all the flowers and trees are blooming, and the holidays because of all the yummy baked treats you’re constantly making that make the whole apartment smell like a real deal bakery

He can’t bring himself to go within 50 feet of a Bath and Bodywork’s or a Yankee Candle because of all the competing robust aromas, so he’ll just tell you what candle or bath product he’d like, because he physically can’t go near either of those stores without getting a wicked headache

After a particularly rough night out on patrol, you’ll most likely find him on the couch cocooned inside a weighted blanket with his expensive noise cancelling headphones over his ears, because sometimes the only way he can get calm enough to meditate is if he can’t hear anything and he doesn’t have any outside stimulation

He loves audio books, especially the ones where the narrator uses different voices to distinguish what character is speaking. Knowing this, you buy him the Harry Potter audiobooks, and it’s safe to say they quickly become his favorite because Stephen Fry is the MVP of character voices

Because his senses are so refined, you, Foggy, and Karen come up with a game where you give him five of the same thing but from different places or brands (like four black coffees from four different coffee joints and one homemade or five pints of vanilla ice cream from five different brands) to see if he can tell the difference between them. Annoyingly enough, he can, and it pisses you guys off to no end

He memorizes the heartbeats and walking patterns of the people he cares about (aka you, Foggy, and Karen), so he can pick you guys out of a crowd of thousands and instantly tell when there’s something wrong be it your heart rate is slightly irregular, your walking pace is accelerated, or god forbid you have a slight limp

Much like Anakin Skywalker, he can’t really handle the texture of sand (of course you quote that one scene whenever he mentions it just to mess with him), so he’s not the biggest fan of the beach. Then one year for a vacation you take him to your relative’s condo in Coquina Beach, Florida, and the second he feels how soft the sand is, he changes his mind about beaches, and you two decide to try and find the beach with the softest sand in the world

He loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his old Columbia sweatshirts or tees. Once when he came home, you were wearing one of his white work button ups and no pants, and he just about lost his remaining five marbles

He unironically loves VeggieTales, especially the Silly Songs with Larry. You’ve caught him humming “Oh Where is My Hairbrush?” to himself while he’s getting ready for work too many times for it to be a coincidence

He has a really good singing voice, but he only ever busts it out at a karaoke bar after a few too many whiskeys, and yet he still sounds coherent when you drunkenly usher him onto the stage. Once he sang “Hold Me While You Wait” by Lewis Capaldi, and the entire female population within the bar (and a couple of dudes, tbh) basically melted into the floor, because he has no business having the voice of an angel when he’s drunk off his ass

He likes going to museums with you that specialize in your niche interests just to hear you infodump to him about the stuff you already know and the new stuff you learn while you’re there, because he loves listening to your voice in any context

30 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

I Swear

(A Spencer Reid Fic)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Platonic-ish Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader decides to clean the apartment, but she finds something of Spencer's that she was never supposed to see

Genre: Pretty angsty right in the middle, but it gets sweet and fluffy at the end, I promise

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Spencer's no-no juice arc, mentions of the circumstances that CAUSED said no-no juice arc, crying, general ouchies.

A/N: This is for @imagining-in-the-margins' Roommate Challenge. I apologize in advance for any pain this may cause. And this is post-finale, but Reader doesn't meet Spencer until around the middle of Season 13, so she isn't fully aware of all the crap our favorite boi went through

Word Count: 1121

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When Y/N set out on her spring cleaning mission, she was not expecting it to end in tears. Well, she usually doesn't expect anything to end in tears, but especially not tidying up her shared apartment with her best friend.

Y/N is the owner of a very small and homey second-hand bookstore that just so happened to be Spencer Reid's very favorite place to go when he needed to de-stress after a rough day at work. One day while he was in about two and a half years ago, she helped him find a book he was looking for, they struck up a conversation, and they've been friends ever since.

About 6 months ago, Y/N's apartment building got condemned for a multitude of health and safety violations, and she didn't have anywhere else to go because all the apartments available for rent were too far away from her shop. She vented all of her frustrations to Spencer when he came into the shop that day, and he very generously offered to let her live with him in his apartment.

Anyways, Spencer was off at Quantico for what he assured her was only going to be a cut-and-dry paperwork day, so she decided to get some cleaning done, because between him being an avid reader, her making a living collecting and selling second-hand books, and both of them working so much, the apartment was starting to resemble a small post-apocalyptic library.

She reorganized the two large bookshelves (one for him and one for her), scrubbed the kitchen counters until they were spotless, emptied the fridge of any spoiled food, and wiped down all the surfaces in the bathroom. And she had to admit to herself that she did a pretty good job at making the apartment look habitable again.

Then Y/N started cleaning up the floors of her and Spencer's bedrooms so she could vacuum, and while she was picking up all of the mismatched socks strewn about in Spencer's room, she knelt down to make sure there wasn't anything under his bed, and she found a small wooden box with a clasp on it. She dumped all the socks into his hamper (while reminding herself to start on laundry later), then grabbed the box from under the bed to investigate.

She sat on the end of his bed, then undid the clasp and opened the box to find three small glass vials filled with clear liquid. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, then she picked up one of the vials and turned it around to read the label. She almost dropped the box when she read the word "dilaudid" on the little sticker, and tears started coming to her eyes. Y/N knew that Spencer had been through a lot from when she first became friends with him, but she had no idea that he'd had these kind of issues, and that was probably on purpose on Spencer's part.

The front door opened, and she heard Spencer call out, "Y/N/N? I'm home!", so she used all of her resolve to contain more tears and slowly left his room while holding the little box. He hadn't noticed her come out of the room, and he continued hanging up his jacket while saying, "Hey, did you clean the apartment? It looks great! You know you didn't have to do that ri-...?", but he cut himself off when he saw Y/N standing in the living room with tear streaks on her face holding the object he hadn't even thought about in almost 3 years.

Spencer's face immediately fell, and he said, "You were never supposed to see that," which only made Y/N want to cry even more. She tried to fight it, but she broke down sobbing, and had to grab the back of the couch to stop herself from sinking onto the floor, because she knew that if she did, it would break Spencer's heart even more.

Spencer ran forward, gently took the box from her hands, then scooped her into his arms bridal style before carrying her to the couch and sat down with her. Y/N buried her face in his neck and cried harder than when her family had to send the dog they had since she was four across the Rainbow Bridge right before she graduated from high school, and Spencer could feel tears welling up in his eyes as well, because he'd never imagined seeing her this broken up over him.

After she had calmed down a little, she whispered, "Why didn't you tell me?", so he replied, "Because I didn't want you to see me as some fragile broken former addict. I just wanted you to see me as Spencer, the guy who nabs all the good books from your store before anyone else can get them, the guy who makes you watch Doctor Who with him all the time, the guy who teases you for not being able to handle Indian food, just... your Spence," his voice breaking at the very end.

Y/N looked up at him and said, "You'd still be my Spence if you had told me. Your past mistakes don't define the kind of person you are," before wiping her eyes and letting out a tiny sniffle. Spencer nodded and said, "It's a long story, but I know you won't judge me now, so... here goes nothing," with tears in his eyes.

He told her his whole story, about Tobias Hankle and his multiple personalities, about his kidnapping, about his struggle with substances, and about how ten years of sobriety were ripped from him when he was drugged and framed for murder in Mexico, and Y/N listened intently the whole time.

When he was finished, she asked, "And the box I found under your bed?", so he said, "I haven't even thought about it since before we met. I've been sober again for almost 3 years, and I'm not planning on giving that up again anytime soon, I swear," which made her smile before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. He hugged her back, then kissed the top of her head before saying, "Thank you for being my friend," so she squeezed him even tighter and said, "Thank you for being mine," and they just stayed like that for a while.

Y/N said, "Wanna watch Doctor Who?", and he said, "I swear you can read minds sometimes," before grabbing the remote off the coffee table and going into HBO Max. Y/N snuggled into his side, and they watched the show peacefully for a few hours before falling asleep that way on the couch, more in sync than they ever have been before.

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CM Taglist: @homoose, @libraryofloveletters, @hurricanejjareau, @xgoldentigerlilyx, @less-intelligent-spencerreid, @boketto2-0, @aryaarathornson, @houseofhotch, @spoookymuulders

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54 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

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My Personal Eddie Munson Headcanons

Part 1/?

He always has you do his eyeliner before his shows with Coroded Coffin because he insists he’s terrible at it, but he really just likes how you sit on his lap and hold his face while you do it

This little shit is the biggest gentleman on the planet, and you wanna punch him in his stupid perfect face because of it. Always helps you step over puddles, always gives you his hand to get out of his van, and you haven’t opened a door for yourself when you’re with him since you first started dating

He tries to teach you how to play the electric guitar, but you’re horrendous at it. He has more luck with acoustic though, and when you get good enough to sing and play at the same time, he loses his shit because he taught you that and you’re amazing

This man is such a cuddle monster. Like, his 5’10” ass koalas around you the second you’re in bed or on the couch, and he buries his face in your neck to be as close to you as he possibly can (he’s only the littlest bit touch starved)

He has no idea how to react when you compliment him. He’s so used to being insulted and called awful names by all the douchebags at school, that when you brush hair away from his face and say “You have the prettiest eyes, Eddie”, he frickin melts like a popsicle on the 4th of July

He pretended to be annoyed by it at first, but now he openly loves it when you play with his hair and put braids in it and all that jazz

He loves it when you lay on his chest while he’s reading or sit on his lap while he’s writing out a new campaign for the Hellfire boys. He especially loves it when you ask him to read to you or offer up ideas about what bullshit to put the boys through at the next Hellfire meeting

He takes Will under his wing the second he meets him and makes him his Junior Dungeon Master. They combine forces and make the most elaborate campaign either of them have ever made based on their escapades with the Upside Down stuff. They even manage to get Max, Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan to design characters for it and play through it

He and the other Hellfire boys give you their old dice sets when they get all beat up and worn out so you can make crafts with them. Every member of Hellfire has a bracelet you made them with their respective dice sets, and they treasure everything you make them with every fiber of their beings

He’s really good at climbing trees. Like, you can blink and the dumbass is halfway to the top of the tree already. He says it’s because he likes to see the town from a different view point, but you know he just likes to show off

Metal may be his main wheelhouse, but he secretly loves Cyndi Lauper. You’ve caught him singing “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” in the shower on numerous occasions, but you never say anything about it

This man can’t keep his hands to himself worth any type of damn. He always has an arm around your waist or around your shoulders, always holding your hand, or he has his arms wrapped around your middle from behind while he presses kisses against your neck. He’s a leg man too, but y’all can jump to your own conclusions there

He taught himself how to knit once when he was stuck at home with chicken pox, and now you and the Hellfire boys have a collection of scarves, hats, and mittens he’s made for you, and they actually do a good job of keeping you warm in the winter months

He has a rock collection that he started way back in third grade, and everytime he finds a cool rock, he takes it home and puts it in a big Tupperware tub he nicked from the kitchen when he was little and first started his collection

He makes guitar pick necklaces from random abandoned picks he finds in the parking lot behind The Hideout, and he gives them to the people he cares about. So you have about 13 different ones, his uncle has a handful of them, and the Hellfire boys all have one or two

He begrudgingly allowed you to paint his nails black once, but then he realized he looked kinda cool, so now he always asks you to do them for him

He gave you one of his rings on a chain as a sort of promise ring situation because your fingers are too small to actually wear it

He secretly loves the movie Dirty Dancing, but nobody else besides you is allowed to know that, because he thinks it’s embarrassing. You think it’s cute though, and you always tell him “I’ll be the Baby to your Johnny any day, Eds”, which makes him blush

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I posted 1,373 times in 2022

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I tagged 1,287 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#personal - 125 posts

#life inspo - 68 posts

#asks - 58 posts

#art - 57 posts

#amv - 45 posts

#love tag - 43 posts

#suck session - 37 posts

#mcr - 33 posts

#video - 32 posts

#me tag - 28 posts

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#i do not find my da attractive i do not find my da attractive i do not find my da attractive i do not find my da attractive i do not

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#5

pov you accidentally came out as bi and then had to come out as straight

5,152 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#4

the moment we've all been waiting for

8,849 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#3

first song in 8 years from my chemical romance????

17,707 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#2

let's hear it for our annabeth!!! so so excited for her!!!

21,239 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the devil works fast but wikipedia editors work faster

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I posted 255 times in 2022

That's 255 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 232 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#frostandflamesthoughts - 91 posts

#elowynsays - 84 posts

#frostandflamesfanfic - 66 posts

#doctor strange x reader - 44 posts

#stephen strange x reader - 43 posts

#ask el - 40 posts

#doctor strange - 39 posts

#benedict cumberbatch - 38 posts

#elowyn recommends - 34 posts

#stephen strange fanfiction - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 67 characters

#dear god brain let me write what i want without causing me painnnnn

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#5

Stephen's Ruff Day (Strange x Reader)

Stephen's Ruff Day

Request: NO

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warning: Just fluff with brief mention of sibling death

Summary: There's a new addition to the Sanctum Sanctorum and Stephen isn't too pleased about it. When little Billy starts causing trouble around your home, Stephen gives you an ultimatum: either he's trained or he's out. What happens when you happen to catch a sight that's too cute to handle?

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558 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#4

You Matter to Me (Strange x Reader)

You Matter to Me (Rated T)

Request?: NO

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: Self-conscious Stephen, domestic fluff, traumatic flashback

Summary: During a calming baking session within the Sanctum Sanctorum, Stephen has a tough time working through his fears. When you do your best to ease his mind, the two of you end up in a bit of trouble.

One morning in the Sanctum Sanctorum, there was a sound rarely heard. Somewhere within the great hallways and magical rooms was a kitchen, with a very confused sorcerer and his baker of a significant other. The clinks and clanks of cooking utensils bounced against the walls of the mystical sanctuary, performing an unlikely melody to an otherwise quiet day.

At first, the Cloak of Levitation had been more than willing to help you. It would gather the ingredients and cooking utensils that were too far out of reach. However, when it came to the baking itself, you and Stephen were on your own. You couldn't blame the mystical artifact, though. There was only so much chaos a person could take in a kitchen. Eggshells littered the counter, flour coated your hands, and somehow oil had ended up on the ceiling.

“We only need a quarter of a cup of powdered sugar,” you instructed as you measured out a thing of cocoa powder. There was a streak of flour against your cheek that you hadn't bothered to clean up -- a battle scar from the cupcakes you had baked earlier. “Any more than that and the icing will be too sweet.”

Your boyfriend of a sorcerer grumbled to himself as he attempted to coordinate his hand movements with the package of powder. “Why do they make it so hard to open these things?” 

His frustration was evident in his tone of voice. Stephen was always self conscious of his hands, not to mention his ability to do anything with them. He hated that feeling. Before his accident, he felt like he could do anything. Now here he was, hands shaking and unable to tear a hole into a thin plastic casing. It made him feel less than enough without fail. Every single time.

“Oh, honey,” you giggled at his aggravated pout at the bag. You hated to see him like this but you had to admit it was kind of adorable. As you leaned over to pull open the plastic, you pressed a kiss to his chin. “It’s alright. They’re just tricky.”

Stephen frowned at the measuring cup in his shaking hand. “How much again?” he tried to keep his voice from cracking. He should have known there would be no hiding anything from you.

“Okay, honey,” you lifted a spatula and cocked your hip to the side as he dumped the white substance into the mixing bowl. “What’s the problem?”

“There isn’t a problem.”

“Liar.” You started to cream together the ingredients, smiling at the creamy brown concoction now forming. As you scooped the mixture into a piping bag, you couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at your boyfriend. “There’s something bothering you.”

Stephen sighed. “It’s my hands.”

The spatula you were using to scoop the frosting out of the bowl stilled in the air. Concern for him was evident on your face. “Is the pain back?” you fretted. “Did something happen?”

“No! No, no, not at all,” he assured you. “It’s just...how do you put up with me? With- with this?” He held his hands up for emphasis. The redness on the skin had gone down over the years, scars fading to become less noticeable. They still shook — something Stephen could never control, especially without the Time Stone.

“Oh, honey,” you put the spatula down to scoop his hands into yours. Your thumbs gently traced along his knuckles and you brought them up to lips to press a kiss against them. “I love everything about you. That includes your hands. You might not be able to do everything you used to, but I don’t care.”

Stephen stiffened in your hold. “It’s been seven years-“ he hesitated after you gave him a knowing look. “Fine, two years. I should be able to do more by now! But they’re just useless!”

“Stop that.” You hated using that tone with him, you really did, but you couldn’t bear to hear him like this. He had been through too much- you both had- for him to be so hard on himself. “Please. Stephen, your hands... they’re a reminder of how strong you are, of how you survived. If you didn’t have these scars, you never would have come to Kamar-Taj, become the sorcerer supreme...”

“Saved you from that idiot with a gun...”

A small smile flickered across your face as you remembered the day your paths crossed. You had been coming home after a trip to the bank. Life after being Blipped meant that you needed to get a little financial help. Unfortunately, you and thousands of other people were on the same page. If that wasn’t bad enough, some of them had the ingenious idea to take what they thought they deserved.

That’s how you found yourself staring down at a barrel of a gun.

You hadn’t even heard the gunshot, much less felt it when it went off. The authorities said it was just a trigger-happy thief, but you knew that wasn’t the case. You could see the fear in his eyes when he held the weapon, but his hand was steady. He didn’t regret what he did. What more could a man lose after coming back from the dead? It wasn’t a fatal shot, but you still lost a lot of blood. Shock had overtaken your body to the point you were frozen in the alley you had been corralled into.

Thankfully for you, as your attacker was preparing to take your latest loan, a flash of red material and orange magic came to your rescue. After Stephen apprehended the guy, he helped you with your injuries. You had been fortunate to be shot in the shoulder. If the bullet had been a few inches lower, it would have been a different story, he assured you. He had saved your life that day and to repay him, you asked if he wanted a coffee.

Both of your lives had changed that day. It was as though something was pulling the two of you closer, binding you together. A coffee date led to something much more serious. When Stephen had asked you to move in with him, it had been an adjustment, but a welcome one. The Sanctum Sanctorum hadn’t just become your home. It was your sanctuary, a place where you could feel safe and be with the love of your life. With Stephen, you felt safe and secure. But to hear him question his own usefulness when he’s already done so much for you…

“I love you,” you said simply.

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562 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#3

You're Not - (Steve Harrington x Reader)

You're Not (Rated T)

Request?: No

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k (Hell yeah, we back, baby!)

Warnings: Slight language, Jason Carver being a bit of an ass, Steve being hard on himself, Reader could be implied Hopper if you squint but up to you!

Summary: Inspired by an episode of Love Daily on Netflix (episode: Hit); The year is 1985, you're on a school field trip to cheer on Hawkins High at the championship game before spring break. When the game doesn't pan out as expected, you're even more surprised to discover the one and only Steve Harrington in only his underwear at your hotel room after being locked out by his teammates. What happens when the two of you have a little heart to heart? (reposting because Tumblr ate it)

You hummed to yourself as you walked through the halls of the hotel. Your Walkman was secured at your hip and the well-worn pads were adjusted against your ears. The soft tones of Cyndi Lauper filled your senses, a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips. Chicago was always a bustling city, people pushing past each other in the streets, cars honking aggressively at the chaotic levels of traffic. It was quite the adjustment from your home in small-town Hawkins. All the hustle and bustle made you glad you were only in the city for one more night. 

Yet as you looked through the window of the eighth floor, it just seemed…different. Magical, even. From here, the pedestrians and automobiles were tiny, merely blinking lights and waves of brightly coloured clothing. Their presence seemed almost meaningless as you watched them navigate through the streets and sidewalks with a rhythmic pace. 

Why your school had decided to turn the basketball team’s championship journey into a field trip, you had no idea. Something about school spirit, supporting physical education, rah rah sis boom bah. The game itself had really been a bit of a let down, but that wasn’t saying much since you spent most of it reading. The cheers and groans from the crowd were enough of an indication for you of the team’s current status. You had only looked up from your fantasy world one time- the minute Steve “the Hair” Harrington had attempted to make one final shot for the team…

…and missed. 

It had been a quiet rest of the day after that. There were no parties, no celebrations which would consist of unsupervised teenagers getting stupid drunk regardless of the chaperones on the trip. Everyone had been so sure that 1985 was going to be the year, the time small-town Hawkins would be put on the map for something positive. But it didn’t happen. After the last two years, nothing seemed to go right for your hometown. A kid disappearing, dying, then coming back to life….one of your best friends mysteriously dying from a gas leak… now the town had lost its one shot of making a positive headline. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you fumbled with the room key in your front pocket. You knew you had jammed it into your pants earlier, but it now seemed to have disappeared. There was a thud to your side as another room door slammed. You turned to look and see King Steve himself talking with a few of his teammates. The music coming from your Walkman made it difficult to make out what they were saying, but judging from Steve’s lack of pajamas and frantic hands, it wasn’t the greatest conversation. 

Your fingers came into contact with cold metal in your pocket and you grinned as your room key was secure in your palm. You unlocked the door without hesitation and immediately began your nightly routine. As you were preparing to change, you realized you had forgotten to place the room service tray you had requested that morning back outside to be picked up. When you opened the door to set it aside, you were surprised to come face to hand with Steve Harrington. 

The boy before you held a sheepish grin on his face, the surprise evident in his eyes. “Oh, uh,” he said, hand awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. “My uh, my teammates thought it would be a great idea to lock me out. Would I be able to borrow a towel or something?”

It took a few minutes to realize Steve was actually talking to you. “Sorry, what?”

Steve sighed, a few stray pieces of hair falling into his eyes. “My teammates locked me out of our room,” he explained again. “Do you have a towel I can borrow so I don’t break any laws here?”

You glanced behind you into your room. Your roommate had yet to come back in for the night; they had mentioned trying a new fake id at the bar down the street. Whether or not they’d be successful was yet to be seen, but as long as you weren’t on the hook for it, it wasn’t your problem to worry about. They had invited you to tag along, but you had declined in favor of taking in the city sights from your room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a large t-shirt stuck out of their duffle bag – presumably their boyfriend, who was also on the team. 

“How about I do you one better?” you asked as you swiped the fabric and held it out to him.

There was a fleeting appearance of relief etched across Steve’s features as he grasped the shirt from your hands. In the process, you also managed to pick up one of your old zip-up hoodies for him as well. Your fingers touched for a moment in the process and you tried to ignore the slight tingle as it wormed its way under your nails. The two of you had hardly spoken over the last four years – why you would even want to try and start a conversation didn’t make much sense to you either. Yet here you were, standing in your hotel room with Steve Harrington tugging on an old band t-shirt of your roommate’s. 

“So, uh,” he said as he looked around your room. “You usually have your own room on these types of field trips?”

You scoffed. “Oh yeah. I always make sure to reserve my room in advance. Drives the chaperones insane,” you said with a shake of your head. “No, I, uh, I always seem to end up with roommates that think it’s cooler to go get drunk than stay in and read.”

Steve quirked an eyebrow, obviously amused. You could practically feel the flush as it crept its way up your neck onto your cheeks. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” You tried to hide your embarrassment by flopping on your bed and grabbing a pillow. “I hear it now, Snoresville.”

“No, no. I think it’s…cute.” 

“Uh, thanks?” Cute. Did Steve Harrington– King Steve– just call you cute? You had to be hearing things at this point. In an attempt to cause a distraction, you stood up and adjusted the dial on the small television positioned in the hotel room. Your hand nervously reached to the back of your neck to scratch away the awkward sensation prickling through you. “Make yourself comfortable, seeing as your roommates probably aren’t going to let you back in.”

“What about your roommate?” Steve gently perched on the edge of the other bed. He seemed nervous, something you’ve never seen him be throughout your time in high school. In fact, everything about this version of Steve seemed different compared to the King Steve everyone used to worship. The roles were reversed now. Instead of being cocky and confident as all hell, this Steve was…almost shy and didn’t know how to approach you. 

“They probably won’t be coming back tonight,” you said with a wave of your hand, pulling the blankets on your mattress around your form. “They don’t really care what I do anyway.”

“We could give ‘em something to talk about. Ya know, like, putting something on the doorknob…” Steve’s toothy grin sent butterflies shooting around your stomach. 

You shook your head. “As tempting as that offer is, they��ll probably be way too invested in what’s-his-face…uh, Walter? Yeah, I think his name was Walter-”

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636 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#2

Recipe for Family (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Recipe for Family (Rated G)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: None, except tooth-rotting fluff (I was in a mood guys)

Summary: Set Post-ST4. The year is 1990. Everyone has moved on since the events of Vol. 2 and living their lives, Steve more than others. He finally has everything he's ever wanted. Now it's Thanksgiving in Hawkins and he begins to realize more and more about what he's grateful for...and a lot of it has to do with you and the micro-clones you call your family.

“Are we sure that’s everything?”

“Potatoes, cranberry sauce, turkey’s in the oven…I think that’s everything, babe.” Steve’s eyes raked over the rows of platters which were currently littered across the kitchen island. This was one of the first times he could really remember seeing his parents’ kitchen full of this much life and chaos.

Actually, that was a lie.

The first time the Harrington family kitchen at this level of chaos was in the early days of your relationship, when you had first started dating. Steve had mentioned how much he had disliked the holiday season. What point was there to celebrating the holidays if you didn’t have people to share it with? This had evidently been a mistake to tell you, as on the morning of that Thanksgiving, you and Dustin were perched on his doorstep with an abundance of shopping bags and baked goods.

The three of you had spent most of the day together in the kitchen, crafting a holiday meal fit for the whole party. Well, if Steve was being honest, it was more so a duo rather than a trio effort. Dustin had thought it would be helpful to “monitor” your progress by shouting random encouragement from his spot at the island, a bag of chips at his side. Steve couldn’t complain though. It had been one of the best Thanksgivings of his life. He tried so hard to memorize every detail of the day, from the way you shared your grandmother’s secret sweet potato recipe to how many times a stray lock of hair would fall into your eyes.

Now here he was, five years later in the same situation. Except things were a little different now. Thanksgiving was still meant to be shared with his friends, but now everyone had all grown up. The kids he used to babysit were college students now, having just come home to Hawkins for the first time since August. He and Dustin still spoke every chance they had, the young genius being the reason Steve’s phone bill is so damn expensive nowadays. The kid just had to be smart enough to get into Columbia.

Another big change was that Steve now owned his parents’ home. After some protest, they moved out after giving their son the keys and lived in a retirement community just outside of Hawkins. They still don’t talk to him, but that’s okay. He finally came to terms with something truly important: they may have been family by blood, but they weren’t the family that mattered. No, because that was you. . .

. . .and your two daughters: Amelia and Emery.

One year after the chaos of Vecna and the great Hawkins earthquake of ‘86, during your two year anniversary, Steve had finally mustered up the courage to ask you the big question. Proposing seemed a lot easier when he first bought the ring. He planned the whole night: a movie, dinner by candlelight, he even wrote an entire speech. Yet in the heat of the moment, all words simply left him except for those four crucial ones.

He still can’t believe you said yes, not to mention that you gave him two little miracles at once. The twins were three years old now and looking more and more like you every day. However, you still swear that Em has the start of his famous hair and striking hazel eyes. There was nothing Steve loved more than coming home after every long shift to his girls. Every day, without fail, they put the biggest smile on his face as they clung to his leg and held on for dear life as he made exaggerated steps toward you to share a gentle kiss of hello.

“I still feel like we’re missing something,” you mused to yourself as you absentmindedly wiped flour off on your apron. You had been cooking for almost three days straight to make sure that there would be enough food for the stampede of guests arriving in the next few hours. “Did we get the rolls from that bakery Max likes? And the special butter for Will? I know certain dairy bothers his stomach.”

“Babe, relax.” Steve pressed a kiss to your flour-covered cheek. “We have everything. Don’t forget, Robin and Nance are bringing over the green-bean casserole. Jonathan and Will were in charge of the stuffing and Eddie’s bringing over the mulled cider with Argyle.”

“I better not see any weird pineapple covered sides or joints being passed around,” you said with a sigh. Steve watched as your nose scrunched up into that little wrinkle he loved so much. He wished he could lean forward and kiss it off your face entirely, but there were much more important matters at hand. You would certainly kick his ass if he fell behind schedule due to stealing some private time.

Instead, Steve turned his attention to his current challenge: baking the perfect pumpkin pie. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he tried to soothe as he prepped the pie tin. “Everything is going to be okay. Just head upstairs and get ready. I’ll finish up what’s left.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now go before I pick you up and drop you in that bedroom myself.”

You smirked. “Is that a threat, Mr. Harrington?”

“No,” he replied. “It’s a promise. Although I can’t promise I’ll be too willing to leave if I have to take you up there myself.” He picked up a nearby dish towel and playfully snapped it in your direction. “Now hurry up. Our guests of honor will be here soon.”

You shook your head with a ghost of a smile, making sure to press a kiss to his lips before you sauntered over to the stairs. Steve rolled his eyes and felt the corner of his own lips pull up into a smirk as you purposefully swayed your hips when taking the first stair.

As he rolled out the final pie crust on the calendar, Steve felt a squeeze around his right leg. Looking down, he caught sight of messy sun-kissed chocolate ringlets and big hazel eyes that shone as bright as stars. “Daddyyyyyy,” came the high-pitched and dramatic cry from his daughter. “When can you pway?”

Steve chuckled. “Soon baby, okay?” He reassured her with a warm smile. “Daddy has to finish making these pies. Why don’t you go and make a card for Uncle Dustin with Amy?” He gestured to the living room, where her lighter-haired sister was happily scribbling atop the paper on the coffee table, eyes glued to the television before her.

His mini-doppelganger gave a huff of indignation far too mature for any five-year-old girl. “But ‘wan play wiff you!”

“Soon, Em. I promise. Daddy just needs to finish the pies.”

Emery tilted her head and Steve had to fight the urge to push back a loose strand of her hair back with flour covered fingers. She appeared to be contemplating something, raising a tiny index finger to her lower lip in thought. The action reminded Steve of you and how you’d nervously play with or bite your lips when deep in thought. “Can I helps?”

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My #1 post of 2022

July 19th. (Strange x Reader)

July 19th. (Rated T)

Request?: Kinda??? Inspired by this post by @sobeautifullyobsessed

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Spouse!Reader; Parent!Stephen Strange & Daughter!America Chavez

Word Count: 3.3k+

Warnings: Slight suggestive content, fluff. pure fluff, a few curse words -- SLIGHT MoM spoilers if you squint

Summary: When you confront your husband, Stephen Strange, about a mysterious date highlighted on the calendar, you find yourself in for a bit of a surprise. Why is he so flustered? To make matters even more interesting, does it has something to do with your unofficially-adopted daughter, America?

July 19th. It was a date circled and marked with two large exclamation marks on the calendar in bright red ink. You had asked your husband what the occasion was, though he claimed he didn’t remember with a quick shrug. It wasn’t an anniversary or a birthday. You were sure about that, at least. Those were marked in your personal calendar and Stephen never forgot most of the time. 

When you first met your husband, the two of you had bumped into each other at the Columbia student library. You were both graduate students at the time. You were pursuing a Master’s in children’s education. For Stephen, it was his MD and PhD. There were numerous times that day you heard about his photographic memory. You weren’t sure who he was trying to impress then: you or his over-inflated ego. 

That’s what made the entire situation so odd. Years ago, this man never forgot a single day of his life. Now here he was claiming not to remember a calendar event he added on without a doubt. What was it that he wasn’t telling you? 

“Stephen,” you called around the Sanctum. You were sure he was still inside; he wasn’t due to visit Kamar-Taj until later this afternoon. Wong had made the decision to ban your husband from the area on the days America was scheduled for training. You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of Stephen’s dejected face that day. 

“I just want to make sure she’s doing alright,” he had argued. “She was having trouble with Astral Projection last week-”

“She is fine, Stephen.” The current Sorcerer Supreme rolled his eyes. “Everyone who starts training in the Mystic Arts has an adjustment period. You should understand, given your experience.”

“That’s exactly why I need to be there to help her-”

“No.”

There was a low hum of acknowledgement as the man of the hour came out of the library with a giant leatherbound book in hand. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asked, half-distracted by the ancient text. 

“What’s really happening on the nineteenth?” You leaned against the doorframe to lock his appearance within your core memories. He looked more like a dad than anything in his oversized Columbia sweatshirt and sweatpants. It did things to you, needless to say. The Cloak of Levitation fluttered when it heard your voice. Obviously, the article of clothing knew what was going on, but couldn’t speak up. 

“Uh, it was something really important,” your husband couldn’t get rid of the tinge of mystery present in his tone. Much to his chagrin, you had already latched on and began deducing a variety of guesses. “Honey…you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” you asked, still distracted by your observations. 

“The thing where you try to figure out if I’m lying.”

You stepped back. “Oh, uh, sorry.” It always freaked Stephen out when you would try to tell a person’s life story in merely moments of knowing them. He often joked that you were in the wrong field, stating the police were always hiring. “What…what even did you say it was again?”

Your husband hesitated, clearly in an internal battle with himself. At first, he thought about coming up with some kind of excuse. Then he remembered you would never buy it. "Do you promise not to tell?" he asked begrudgingly. When you gave a quick nod, Stephen sighed and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. He handed it to you before letting his hand become distracted by the spell book in his possession.

GREENWICH JUNIOR HIGH INVITES YOU. . . TO THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCE. TICKETS ARE ON A FIRST-COME, FIRST SERVED, SO MAKE SURE TO RESERVE YOUR PLACE TODAY. PURCHASE THEM FOR $15 EACH AT THE OFFICE.

Your heart swelled for a moment as you read and re-read the short message over again. On top of her training at the Sanctum, both you and Stephen thought it would be a good idea to enroll America into the local high school. She deserved to have a real school experience. At first, your husband was against it (which you had a sneaking suspicion had something to do with the local spider-man), but he eventually gave in. Being a multidimensional traveler at such a young age meant she really had no true home. America needed to interact with people, she needed the education to succeed in the future. 

Upon seeing the invitation, you couldn’t help but giggle. “You want to go to a father-daughter dance?” you asked between snorts, magic still present in your body. 

Your husband shifted from his seat facing you to staring at the wall. “I didn’t say that.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” you stated plainly. 

“Now that's just rude to point out.” Stephen waggled a shaky index finger at you before nervously turning his attention back to the ancient text. 

A laugh bounced against the hallway. “We're married, Stephen,” you replied as you lifted your left hand into view. “It's part of the expectations. I’m only telling the truth.”

There was a sparkle of light as your engagement ring and wedding band created a kaleidoscope of rainbows throughout the room. The settings were simple, but you loved them regardless because Stephen had them made specially for you. Quite literally, in fact, as he had used the sacred spells of Alara to create the jewelry himself. After the two of you returned from being Blipped, you had decided to not to waste anymore time when life could be so short. You had thought it was the start of the craziest adventure the two of you ever faced, which was saying something after you had dissolved into dust for five years in order to save the world from a purple-faced genocidal maniac. Unfortunately, the universe had something much crazier in store for you in the form of a multiverse-traveling teenager with a plucky attitude and a jean jacket. 

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I posted 223 times in 2022

That's 223 more posts than 2021!

95 posts created (43%)

128 posts reblogged (57%)

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I tagged 178 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#sunny.talk☁️ - 120 posts

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#srb - 10 posts

#txt x reader - 8 posts

#txt imagines - 7 posts

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Longest Tag: 93 characters

#so now i might be less active w postings but i will try to prepare something reaaallyy good!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

slow love;

words count: 781

pairing: soobin x gn!reader

genre: established relationships, fluff, just a tiinyyy bit suggestive (if you squint)

warnings: bad writing, lots of kisses, light makeout session

song rec.: tender - slow love;

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120 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#4

{01:43 am}

words count: 657 pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader genre: strangers to ??, fluff

song rec.: chase atlantic - moonlight

a/n: it is supposed to be shorter but idk what happened to me lmao

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148 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

{ 08:17 pm. }

w: poorly written??

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178 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#2

{ 1:15 am. }

you laid on your bed crying because of the recent fight with your parents. it's not your first one, and definitely not the last but still it hurts you everytime. suddenly you feel your phone buzzed with new message, you unlocked it and saw that it was beomgyu.

gyu♡: come outside

you:  ???

gyu♡: I'm at your front door c'mere

you didn't question him anymore and quickly grab your hoodie from the chair and put it on you. it was kinda hard but you managed to sneak out of your room silently and get out of the door.

"gyu, what the hell are you doing here at this hour?" you asked him while wrapping your arms around yourself cause you shivered from the colder temperature. "I came to see you" he smiled at you. "wait, did you cry? your eyes so red that they can light the street" he chuckled but still worried about you. you shoved his shoulder snorted at his stupid joke. "kinda...again fought with parents, nothing new" he took your hand in his and squeezed it lightly to show his support "it will be okay. do you wanna come grab some shitty burgers in that cafe at the end of the street to lighten your mood up?" you nodded and smiled at him. he always had his ways of showing you his support and make things better "thank you, gyu"

219 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My comfort is you;

Words count: 658

Pairing: bf!beomgyu x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

a/n: the last talk x today episode with Beomgyu inspired me on writing something sweet and cute about Gyu at camping. I hope that this work won't disappoint you!! <;3

Song recommendation: Cafuné - Tek it

cr. for img. - @ filmsoftxt

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