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kaeyasaki · 4 years ago

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❝ BITES YOU! ❞

✿ cute lil messages for my besties before i get too busy with exams and forget, because who knows how long everyone’s tumblr phase will last,, dramatic gasp — apologies for typos i’ve been anti beta reading these days as you can tell

✧･ﾟ:* myra *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @luvcre

my pretty kitten, myra chan, i love you even though you like,, l*orio !! we’ve been friends for almost 6 months now, wow so cool !! no but actually i’m very grateful for meeting you. i know we already knew each other beforehand, but i think it’s rad the way we were always destined to meet !! quite literally the tumblr!romeo and juliet experience i say, but im super glad we got the chance to befriend one another and then grow so close !! i love you a unexplainable amount and you’re really special to me !! i’m extremely grateful for everything you’ve done for me, you’re a very genuine and loyal friend and i’m really proud i get to call you someone so close to me. thank you for always being you and taking such good care of me and mina whenever we’ve needed it, i think you’re the coolest and not only are you admittedly funny, but you’re someone who i’ve found so easy to be myself around even when regarding irl situations, thank you for being you and thank you for loving me being me, i love you

✧･ﾟ:* mina *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @jhxyne

i’d love you more if you’d let me date your brother but i suppose i can’t have it all </3 no seriously though, i love you stupidly too and i’m insanely happy and grateful we met almost 6 months ago. you’re on the same wavelength constantly and you’re someone i’ve found so easy to confide in and open up to so quickly. i’ll forever be grateful to you for showing me what a real friendships supposed to be like and helping me feel comfortable no matter what. you’re really cool mina and you’re also really hot >:) you’re undeniably you and don’t let anyone put you in your place which i love. i’m super proud of you for everything you do too, you’re a big deal to me and i care about you a lot. while i’ll always drop whatever i’m doing to rip a bitches throat out for you, i know you’d do the same. you’re extremely important and someone i hold very close to me, i love you

✧･ﾟ:* chloe *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @sunasbabie

man you’re really one of my longest friends on here and i appreciate you endlessly. you’ve been with me since before i was ‘mila’ and we clicked so quickly! you became a really good friend of mine in such a short amount of time too which is rare for me because i tend to hold myself back when it comes to really clicking with people but honestly i can and would talk to you about absolutely anything! you were honestly separated from me at birth i’m certain, we’re very alike and different in the same sense and you’re definitely someone i’d cling to irl <3 you’re funny and you’re genuine and i love you a ridiculous amount! thank you for putting up with me for as long as you did and i’m manifesting we one day meet, we’ll definitely end up in some sort of trouble but that’d be expected of us >:), i love you

✧･ﾟ:* val *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @atsuangel

smirks, valicità my beloved, you’re quite literally the epitome of cool. you’re easily someone i look up to and admire whether that’s from up close and after, you’re very real and you’re very easy to talk to. i adore you in every sense and you’re perfect in every sense other than your taste of men (i can fix you :,( pete davidson,, he’s not right for you!). we’ve been friends for a long time now too and i’m very grateful we met, you’re someone very special to me and someone who i’d also sell a kidney to meet >:) not only is your online presence just overall hot, you quite literally are the sexiest too wow oh look! i’m on my knees :) you’re just %+>$# hhh you’re just really cool and i’m really glad i get to call you my favourite worstie! i love you

✧･ﾟ:* venus *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @amourdite

i’m not sure when you’ll see this but venus my gf, i’d lick you right now if i could :) you’re another person i’d lose a limb for if it meant we could meet, you’re so funny and i think you were the first person to see all sides to me. you’ve put up with me annoying you for a very long time now and you’re easily one of my longest and closest friends on here. you’re super easily to talk to and even though you’re sometimes a bit weird >:) you’re overall very well grounded and level headed and i know i can always come to you for anything without feeling like i’m going to be judged. i love you immensely and i’m very thankful for you because we met during my anti social phase when i didn’t really want to make friends or anything so the fact you were able to make me unknowingly change my mind about that is a pretty big accomplishment >:) i’m always here if you need me and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* lexy *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @babymattsun

miss hot girl lexy i love you very very much !! you’ve always been really cool and you’re never afraid to speak your truth and i admire that completely. you don’t hesitate to put a bitch back in their place and you do all that while being hot and funny which is a hard accomplishment. you’re very honest and someone i’d feel so comfortable going to if i ever needed an opinion, like a straight up no bullshit type of opinion because i know you’d be able to give me what you really think without giving me an answer from the perception of someone wearing rose tinted glasses. you’re so real and you’re so you, i love you and everything about you so much and i’m always happy to see you on my dash heather you’re posting content or just shitposting, seeing your url makes me very happy :,) i love you

✧･ﾟ:* hanna *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @s9turn

screams, bye we were destined to be friends i don’t care. you are literally meant to be close to me and i’m so excited knowing that you’ll be coming to the city for uni because all my unis are either in the city or super close by train so i won’t be far from you. you’re insanely intelligent and everything you do is just,, wow. you’re extremely funny too, i love talking to you so much and even when it’s us discussing an actual topic/issue, you’ll still be making me laugh when we talk. we hate the same people and have very common interests, you’re so cool hanna and i’m super glad we met >:) not only are you my literal twin in the sense of us both getting the privilege to attend white tory schools while being poc girls :,) but you also get where the humour etc comes from making it so easy to talk to you about anything. your writing too is so well thought out and whether you’re writing long fics or crack content, you execute everything you do so perfectly i’m quite literally on my knees for you, i love you

✧･ﾟ:* chuu *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @nakizumie

ahh chuu !! i don’t even know where to start with you, you’re literally my comfort person and i love you endlessly !! i still think it’s funny we were both fans of each other and too shy to approach but i’m so grateful you did approach me because you so quickly became one of you favourite people. you’re literally an angel and deserve the entire world given to you, you’re so kind to everyone and just seeing you on my dash makes me happy !! your messages make my entire day and you work so hard too !! you’re literally perfect and i envy those who get to see yo pretty face everyday irl, they’re so lucky to have someone like you because you’re the type of person whose hard to come by often. you’re talented and easily one of the friendliest people on tumblr, we’re all very lucky to have you and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* vale *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @iwasumi

vale my love, you’ve kept me so sane on so many occasions and for that i’m eternally grateful. you’ve taken it upon yourself so many times to go out of your way to make sure i’m good and make me smile, you’re someone i treasure and i’m so lucky we met. you’re another mutual who i find comfort in and seeing your posts make me so happy because you too are undeniably true to yourself and you’re always more than happy to speak your truth. i have so much respect for you as a writer and a person, you’re a literal star and we’re all to lucky we have you here. seeing you talk about your selfships makes me intensely happy too, i love the way you talk about them, you’re always so cute about it and mention specific details which i find super special because i can tell you really do care and love for these characters and i envy they have someone like you loving them as much as you do. i appreciate you endlessly and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* sophia *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @sophiashortcake

your taste in men is always something i have to bring up because not once but twice have you shocked me with the men you end up falling for. it doesn’t matter though, your pretty face makes up for it !! i’m super glad we met even if it was on that stupid discourse night. you know, i was still in awe when i found your initial post about it because not only did you serve such logic, but you also made your post somehow look pretty in the process. again you met me while i was in my anti social phase and had no intentions on making actual friends on tumblr. obviously i had my old mutuals like clara and yelie, but it was nice to have someone a lot closer to my age and we clicked very quickly which is something that doesn’t happen with me a lot. you’re very special to me and i hope you know that. you’re very very kind and while i know tumblr is sometimes heavy and stressful, you do such a good job at keeping on top of things and handing yourself, i envy that a lot. you’re very mature and i think everyone should be more like you including myself >:) i love you

✧･ﾟ:* jae *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @ats4mu

jae, i know you’ve been busy with exams lately and i’m super proud of you for everything you’ve done. i also know you plan to come back to tumblr soon to come catch up so i’ll leave this here for you to find when you come back hottie. miss jae, i love you very very much and i’m very glad we got to meet. you’re very funny and you’re super considerate of everyone around you. you always take the time out of your day to answer everyone and interact with full intention, we’re so lucky to have someone like you on here. i also appreciate you immensely, there’s been countless occasions where you’ve taken time out of your day to make me happy and while it’s undeserving, you always made sure i was good anyway and for that i’m extremely grateful. you’re beautiful through and through and not only are you such a big personality on here, you’re also very talented in the way you word things. i have so much respect for you and am constantly looking up to you, i’m very proud of you and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* jake *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @deardaichi

HISSING I LOVE YOU SM </3 no honestly, i’m so happy we met, you have made me so much happier and the fact you knew me even before i became ‘mila’ means you’ve watched me grow as a person and watched my life and dilemmas play out and yet you still stuck around and willingly interact with me. you’re so cool and funny and i’m so mad we didn’t meet before. you’re someone i trust so so much and i’d give anything up to meet you, i’m honestly obsessed with you and everything about you. you’re so kind and welcoming to everyone yet you’re also assertive and don’t take anyone’s shit. you’re literally my twin flame and i’m ridiculously happy we got to meet, i love you

✧･ﾟ:* tina *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @ilyrinjo

ahh miss tina hi !! i love you very much and i’m so glad you’re back !! you were missed for that period of time you left so these past few weeks of you returning have been so nice !! i still can’t get over you were one of my anons before but when you did come off anon i remember us getting along perfectly upon first interaction !! you’re super fun to talk to and your opinions are always very interesting but extremely valid too. you’re someone i could happily go to if i wanted an honest opinion or mature conversation with. you make talking to you so easy and not only that but you’re insanely pretty !! the boy you’re talking to is very lucky and i hope he knows it, he won’t get better than you and i highly doubt any of us will. you’ve got such perfect looks and personality i envy your balance in that have so much respect for you in everything you do. i hope you know how special you are to me and i hope everyone else knows how much you should be treasured because you really are a rarity to this world. i love you

✧･ﾟ:* em *:･ﾟ✧ — @osamuscupid

em !! pretty girl, i’m so glad you reached out to me a while ago !! i love you so so much and your messages make me so happy !! i love hearing all about your day and i love that you feel comfortable with ranting and just talking, i feel as though i’m sometimes a bit too much, but you still reached out to me and talk to me on a daily basis, you’re very special to me and i love hearing about how you’re doing. i care about you a lot and you already know how proud of you i am, you’re always working hard to achieve the things you want and you’re always putting in so much effort too. i look up to you for that as even in things you struggle with you persist with and that’s a mindset that’s hard to find someone with. you’re very special and i hope those around you know how lucky they are to have you, i care about you a ridiculous amount and i’m so glad we met !! i love you

✧･ﾟ:* sage *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @miyumiya

omg gf i love u !! you’re so much fun to talk to and your blog is always one of the prettiest !! you’re on pretty much the same wavelength as me and i love you so much !! once day we’ll save megan from pardi and force her to open her eyes, he’s not right for her and she should’ve been our gf from the start >:( okay but asides from that, you’re very easy to talk to and i love interacting with you !! i have so much love and time for you and you’re very easy to get along with !! you’re very talented in the way you write too, so i hold a lot of respect for you as a writer and friend, i can’t wait to keep getting to know you and i’m very thankful we met angel, i love you

✧･ﾟ:* max *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @maadorii

max hi hey hello i’m in love with you but you already knew that. you’re so easy to talk to and you’re so much fun too !! i love seeing you both on my dash and in my notifs, seeing your posts make me so happy and i love seeing whatever it is you have to say. i’d say your writing is poetic and i find that very beautiful, i love reading your stuff and i think you’re great in everything you do !! you’re easily someone i’d call a friend and you became one so quickly too considering i’m not the easiest to approach. everything about you i’m obsessed with and i’m super glad we met, it’s people like you that make me happy i stuck around on tumblr, i love you

✧･ﾟ:* sushi *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @velvetfireworks

ahhhh i adore you !! everything about you is just !!! you’re so wonderful and you definitely are someone i’d approach irl if i ever needed directions or something, you’re one of the friendliest people i’ve met and i’m so glad we did !! you’re super special not just to me, but to so many around you and you’re such a rare type of person to find, i’m truly lucky i got the chance to meet you because i’m enthralled with you completely. i look up to you as a writer and a person and i’m in awe of everything you do, you’re an all round great and well grounded person and you’re someone i know i could rely on if i ever needed it. you’re super likeable and i’m so happy we became friends, i love seeing you on my dash etc and wow don’t even get me started on your content. your way with words is perfect and even though i only tend to read for tetsu, reading your other works is a guilty pleasure because while i am loyal to him, your works always have me feeling some type of way, you leave me speechless everytime. you’re wonderful and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* vi *:･ﾟ✧ — @milfvi

i still cannot get over that one, you forgot we were mutuals, and two you didn’t know you were on my carrd,, VI WTF IVE LOVED YOU SINCE MY KUROOSKULT DAYS !! you’re so so funny and i have your post notifs on for that. everything you say is funny and you’re so easy to talk to because you’re so open and i love that !! you’re very special to me and someone i care about a lot, i love you and i’m proud of you for everything you do. your blog is so much fun to look at and seeing you on my dash makes me so happy !! you’re so fun to be around and you’re for sure someone i’d click with well irl which is rare for me to admit when talking about online friends. i’m so glad we met and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* xi *:･ﾟ✧

i don’t want to tag you for obv reasons >:) but i do want to tell you that i love you and while we only became friends in february, i’m glad we did because you’ve quickly become someone i can go to when i need to vent or rant because i know you won’t judge me. i’m really happy you feel like you can open up to me too because that’s something a lot of people struggle with when it comes to me. you’re so easy to talk to and i can say anything judgement free to you and vice versa. i’m literally in love with you and don’t even get me started on your selfship. i’d honestly pay a fat sum of money for it to be officially canon because the way you talk about him leaves me giddy for the two of you, i’m very much in awe of you and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* ellie *:･ﾟ✧ — @tetsulatte

pretty gf ellie, i adore you in so many ways. you’re so kind and caring to those around you and i adore your positive outlook. you have such a talent for making such pretty blogs too !! i’m glad we met even if it was just recently, but i appreciate you and everything you do and not even just for me. i know you bring comfort to a handful of people and i see you as the big sister type of figure for sure. i think you’re so cool and i’m super glad you reached out to me because me being the lowkey pussy i am when approaching new people, i would’ve been too shy and would’ve had to settle for admiring you from afar. you’re very much appreciated and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* nayru *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @luvoratomi

nayru !! you make my day pretty much everyday and i’m so thankful someone like you came across me !! you’re so kind and fun to talk to and i think everyone’s super lucky to be able to befriend someone like you !! you’re someone i look forward to interacting with and i promise after my exams are over i’ll be practically living in your inbox, you’re someone i hold close to me and i appreciate you a stuuupid amount. i’m love hearing from you and love hearing about your day and what you’ve been up to, it makes me happy to see you happy so thank you for always making that happen !! i love you

✧･ﾟ:* misa *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @rintaromilktea

misa my pretty girl i hope you’re doing well !! i too, appreciate you an insane amount and i’m glad we became friends !! i’ve loved watching you grow more sure in yourself and confident on your blog, it makes me so happy to see you have good people around you too !! you’re someone i treasure a lot and i’m so glad we became friends !! you’re so kind and you’re always thinking of others. that’s a genuine rare trait to find in someone so i hold you very close to my heart and i’m so thankful we had the opportunity to meet, i hope you’re taking care of yourself angel, i love you

✧･ﾟ:* fyfa *:･ﾟ✧ — ✿ @sweetbakugou

hey fyfa i think you’re so rad >:) you’re literally the coolest and you’re always on the same shit as me, i literally adore you and everything about you. you always get me and i know you’re someone i could always rely on. you’re also really very funny and definitely one of my funniest mutuals, your shitposts have got me in trouble a few times in class from when i’ve read them and genuinely laughed, you’re so much fun and you’re so open and friendly, i’m so lucky we met and i’m so glad we befriended one another. i’m so happy i got to come across you on shitty tumblr and if i ever did leave, i’d definitely be running to you as one of the first people i’d be begging for other social handles to keep in contact with because where else am i going to find humour from </3 you’re so important to me and i love you

✧･ﾟ:* rose *:･ﾟ✧— ✿ @makeusfreefromthisfandom

rose !! i’m so happy you reached out to me because i love talking to you you’re so much fun !! i love that you get to be apart of me finally watching hxh (chrollo is all yours i really can’t with him </3) but not only that, you’ve been someone i’ve always looked up to as a person. you’re so real and you’re so kind and i know everyone around you would say the same. you’re like an older sibling type of figure on here and i love you for that. you’re so open and welcoming and i know you have others best interest at heart, you’re one of the best people i’ve met and i love you

hhh i think that’s everyone, but there’s a lot of people i hold close to me and appreciate even if i haven’t mentioned them on here,, you’re all so important to me and whether you’ve interacted with me once or twice on or off anon, you’ve all been super important to me growing as a person because while i was thinking about it yesterday, who i was when i first started tumblr and who i am now are two completely different people and i’m finally happy with myself :) thank you all so much i love you !!

#💬stfu #it’s okay you can cry i know my poorly strung words can be tear jerking >:)#okay but fr i love u all sm #okay now that that’s done.. studying econ.. ICK

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ainsley-f · 3 years ago

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Sincerity / Sorrow

Day 16, DWC 2021

2 months and 12 days.

That was how long it had taken Ainsley to get Sammy’s birthday present., and just before his birthday arrived, too. She considered it one of her more impressive feats.

Those 2 months and 12 days of contacting various vendors and traders, pleading endlessly to her begrudged Forsaken contact for some favors (turns out sincerity in her requests and notions of friendship were sentiments the Forsaken did NOT share with her, but that’s besides the point), and one rather unfortunately planned weekend trip to Stranglethorn Vale, all led to Ainsley, in her humble opinion, to being the bestest of all best friends.

She was rather proud of finally getting her hands on the vintage engineering schematics and materials after all that…effort. This was a world that went over her head, but Sammy was a collector and a tinkerer and Ainsley, as she reminded herself over and over again in that moment, was the bestest of best friends.

She and Sammy had only known each other for a little while, though she desperately wished that they had met earlier. But with their mutual connection lying in the one person that they both loved in different ways but just as fiercely, she was glad to have met him eventually. And it was only natural for them to fall into a deep but comfortable friendship. Sammy meant a lot to Aedyn, so he meant a lot to her.

She kept this in her mind as she waltzed over to his apartment in the morning, beautifully wrapped package in hand and a smile settled on her face.

He was surprised to see her standing there, but greeted her warmly regardless.

“Hey, Ains. What brings you here?”

“This!” She brought her hands out, presenting to him proudly his gift. “Happy birthday, Sammy!”

He blinked for a few seconds, looking between her and the package strangely, before grinning sheepishly. “Oh, Ains…you…didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did, you’re my best friend.”

He accepted the gift, a hint of a flush covering his face. “Can I ask what it is?”

“Schematics for those…goggle thingies you wanted. As well as some of the crafting materials,” she stated with a beam. “Man, you have no idea the couple of months I’ve had.”

Sammy stared back at her in shock, “Ains, seriously. This…you really didn’t have to.”

She chuckled softly, “I know I didn’t. I wanted to. Sammy, you’re my best friend. There’s no better reason. And it’s your birthday!”

He couldn’t help the adoration in his eyes as he watched her glow in her own happiness. “Ains, thank you. Seriously. You’re the best.”

She shrugged and smirked slyly. “I know. Anyway, I have to head to work, but let’s meet up tonight for drinks, okay?”

With a final wave she turned around and made her exit, allowing the skip in her steps to carry her to work and the wide grin on her face to never falter.

Bestest best friend in the world? Yeah, that was her.

— — — —

Sammy watched as the half-elf bounded away. She really was something.

He could never deny her sincerity, he thought as he looked down at his gift. She certainly put her heart into everything.

…

If only Sammy had the heart to tell her that it wasn’t his birthday.

@daily-writing-challenge

#dwc2021 #day162021 #ainsley-f #writing #she'll save your life #but she'll get your bday wrong every time

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therappundit · 4 years ago

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***Best of the 1st Half of 2021: SONG EDITION***

Six months into 2021 and since 2020 wrapped up...some things in the world have changed, while other things remain the same (for better or worse). Folks, it’s time to talk about rap music in 2021...

One trend definitely has continued well into 2021: the underground rap world - I’m talking the artists, the aesthetic, the sound, the full projects, every box you can think of - continues to kick the mainstream rap world’s ass. There are already signs of the two imaginary separate worlds intermingling more and more, and we will have to deal with the pros and cons of that down the line...but one thing is for sure: rap music runs deeper, and more sonically diverse than ever before, and as long as there is an internet to enlist the ears and talents of artists from all over the world, the art form will continue to divide, change shape, borrow from the old and add some new, again and again. And we will all be better for it.

So let’s dive right in. As usual there are about 1,000 more songs that I would love to cram into this list, but there are only so many spots...and I’m married with a toddler, so even though I am listening to rap music for a concerningly large portion of my day, it takes a lot of extra coffee and less sleep to keep these posts going (but it’s still worth it, I love connecting with folks over the same under-discussed but ridiculously dope songs and artists).

There are many lists but none quite like this one, here is THE RAP PUNDIT’S LIST OF THE BEST RAP SONGS FROM THE FIRST HALF OF 2021....hope you find some joints you never heard before and really enjoy. And to all of the MCs, Producers, mixers, singers, curators, readers, writers, critics - anyone that contributes something to this music I love....thank you, as always. 🙏

[Bonus joint] 55. “GANG GANG” - Polo G feat. Lil Wayne

https://soundcloud.com/polo-g/polo-g-lil-wayne-gang-gang?in=polo-g/sets/hall-of-fame-675200176

[Bonus joint] 54. “Furious Styles” - Illa Styles feat. Nickelus F https://illastyles.bandcamp.com/track/furious-styles-ft-nickelus-f

[Bonus joint] 53. “Box of Churches” - Pooh Sheisty feat. 21 Savage

https://soundcloud.com/ceo-mrpooh/box-of-churches-feat-21-savage

[Bonus joint] 52. “Beating Down Yo Block” - Monaleo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnMPEfV0bSA

[Bonus joint] 51. “BUZZERBEATER” - Rahiem Supreme feat. Al.Divino & Estee Nack

https://franksvinylrecords.bandcamp.com/track/buzzerbeater-feat-al-divino-estee-nack

50. "A Man Apart” - Rx Papi

https://soundcloud.com/rxpapi/a-man-apart-prod-by-noisy?in=rxpapi/sets/100-miles-walkin

(Face it: you’re either feelin’ the Rx flow or you’re not. The endlessly quotable MC is not always taken seriously, but similar to how the saddest clowns are most adept at masking their pain behind a smile, Papi needs to be taken seriously as a talented rap artist.)

49. “Moving On Up” - Evidence feat. Conway The Machine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5F35OOXvQ4c

(Evidence, Babu, Daringer and Conway all joining forces on a record feels like a timeline altering reach between two completely different generations of elite underground hip-hop artists, but in the case of “Moving On Up”, it’s not just a “hey wouldn’t it be dope if” fantasy, it’s a sweet reality. Ev has connected with the Griselda camp before and of course the results are dope. Add this one to the list, one of the many fine moments off of Unlearning Vol. 1.)

48. “Gordon Ramsay Freestyle” - Remble

https://soundcloud.com/remble2/gordon-ramsay-freestyle-prod-by-laudiano

(An attention grabbing MC if ever I heard one, Remble clearly hails from the same camp as Drakeo The Ruler - Stinc Team - but with that flow and sense of humor, he may develop a lot more than just a strong following out on the West Coast. Look out for Remble, he is knocking on the door of blowing, he’s just one key feature away...)

47. “The Shifts” - maassai feat. AKAI SOLO

https://maassai.bandcamp.com/track/the-shifts-feat-akai-solo

(If you haven’t checked out one of 2021′s most quietly impressive albums, I cannot recommend With The Shifts enough.)

46. “BOXINABACK” - Bris feat. Alphie Blood

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3ai7WYivGo

(The career of Sacramento’s Bris was really beginning to pick up momentum in 2020...sadly, he was killed the same year. I cannot pretend to be an expert in the Sscramento rap scene, I just know that it’s been bubbling for a while, and this song really captured my attention as soon as I heard it. RIP, Bris.)

45. “Last Day Out” - Rio Da Yung OG

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sB51CUUod1w

(Right before Rio Da Yung OG entered the penitentiary, he dropped “Last Day Out”, a song that perfectly captures what the rap game will be missing while he’s gone - and more brutal honesty than we are accustomed to hearing from Flint, Michigan’s punchline killer.)

44. “Thousand Miles” - MAVI

https://mavi.bandcamp.com/track/thousand-miles

(The whole EP is impressive, but I think this joint most actually captures MAVI’s rhyme skills, flow and song writing ability. With young talent like this bubbling up from the underground scene, the future of rap music is as strong as ever.)

43. “Appletree” - Valee & KiltKarter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPO2AXgZMSc

(Not necessarily a vibe that everyone will be into...but one that if you are into it, you will reap the rewards in abundance. It’s so enjoyable to hear Valee applying his unpredictable cadence to new music once again, made that much more enjoyable by the fact that he has already dropped THREE mixtapes in 2021 and it’s only July!)

42. “Next Chamber” - Peter Rosenberg feat. Method Man, Raekwon & Willie The Kid

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1amHQefki98

(Admit it: this is the type of production we have all been wanting on Wu-Tang albums for years. We won’t get it, but this is closer to the sound that they represented....and of course let’s not forget about the always welcome WTK feature, who does more than hold his own over the NY legends.)

41. “St. James Liquor” - Skyzoo feat. Aaria

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWC_tFzqUz8

(Pen game’s don’t come much finer than Skyzoo’s. The Brooklyn MC put a lot of work into All The Brilliant Things, and the final result was a collection of thoughtful rap songs like this one: descriptive, autobiographical rhymes over beautiful instrumentation that conjures memories of classic Roots records, and the headspace that only the greatest early 90′s East Coast lyricism could provide. Great song, great album.)

40. “10″ - Drakeo the Ruler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIRJoQFyS6c

(One of the best stories in 2020 rap music was when Drakeo hit the street once again, after a painfully long stretch of time in prison. He really hit the ground running in 2021, dropping one quality track after another...but then again, he never really stopped making dope rap in the first place, be it in the studio or over prison phone.)

39. “MASSA” - Tyler, The Creator feat. DJ Drama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vGz0bFutZs

(When folks were saying that Tyler was RAPPING rapping on his new album, this is what they were talking about. Not since Kanye West has a polarizing rapper-producer excelled so well at spilling his guts all over a track, and moments like this "MASSA” make Call Me If You Get Lost the standout project that it is.)

38. "DARTGUNZ” - Chuck Strangers

https://soundcloud.com/chuckstrangers/dartgunz-produced-by-samiyam

(Chuck Strangers remains low-key one of the best MC / Producers in the game, but Chuck is merely flexing his bar-work on this Samiyam produced gem.)

37. “Messy” - Nappy Nina & JWords

https://nappynina.bandcamp.com/track/messy

(Big shout-out to Pitchfork for putting me on to Nappy Nina within their rap song of the day section, The Ones. I love her music, and when paired with the incredibly gifted producer JWords - who I was only somewhat familar with thanks to previous terrific collaborations with MIKE and maassai - the result is a dope ass album like Double Down.)

36. “Nobles” - The Alchemist feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Navy Blue

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQoKO_v93g0

(The instrumental sounds as a triumphant as you could expect music from this trio to sound. My only complaint about This Things Of Ours was that it wasn’t 10-50 songs longer.)

35. “Nothing Like The Sun” - Tree feat. Roc Marciano

https://mctreeg.bandcamp.com/track/nothing-like-the-sun-feat-roc-marciano

(Okay so for the past few years, I had been pressing Tree, Closed Sessions, and just about anyone that would listen that a less than a minute clip from an old Tree promo featured an unreleased Tree & Roc Marciano joint. So finding out that this joint would *finally* being released on Tree’s Soul Trap album, it felt like Christmas morning. Now the world finally gets to hear two of the finest rap artists from the past decade plus!)

34. “nine lives” - maassai

https://maassai.bandcamp.com/track/nine-lives

(A great example of a song that seems to get better and better as it goes on, maassai & that horn sample are undeniably good on here.)

33. “Lemon Pepper Freestyle” - Drake feat. Rick Ross

https://soundcloud.com/octobersveryown/drake-lemon-pepper-freestyle?in=octobersveryown/sets/scary-hours-2-1

(This one really radiates, “YES, you have heard this before”...but when it works so well, that’s not such a bad thing. Drake came ready to rap, and it will propel this joint to the top of many lists you will find on those other web sites.)

32. “triboro.” - Remy Banks feat. Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire, Wiki & A-Trak

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwSJ-DtZRBk

(I dig this in a big way. A few of NYC’s finest, flexing over what feels like blasting Kraftwerk out of a boombox on the L Train? I’m so on board.)

31. “Safe To Say” - Good Gas, Fki 1st & Band Gang Lonnie Bands feat. Band Gang Biggs & Glockboyz Teejaee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aykhcv625u0

(Of all my favorite projects that dropped in 2021 thus far, I don’t know if any have been as inexplicably under-discussed as the Good Gas, Fki 1st & Band Gang Lonnie Bands banger, Street Dream Team. I stumbled upon the project completely by accident one week while thumbing through all of the new joints that dropped from Detroit MCs one week, and I have kept it in heavy rotation ever sense. While not necessarily a spot-on snapshot of Band Gang Lonnie Bands’ typical sound, for a Michigan outsider like me, it makes for a great entry level intro to one of my favorite rappers out of the Motor City right now.)

30. "Early Exit” - Lloyd Banks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BUofKVrb-A

(Yeah the Roc Marciano verse sounds like it was recorded over an old radio on cassette tape, but as someone from the real mixtape era, I’m not going to let shaky sound quality distract from the fact that every other part of the song is fantastic. The bars are there of course, but the beat and hook are all spot-on, and sound quality be damed it’s just great to hear Banks & Roc together.)

29. "Yonkers” - Wiki & NAH

https://wiksetnyc.bandcamp.com/track/yonkers

(Rife with experimentation and half-freestyles, and sonically living somewhere between Company Flow and Ratking, the subterranean metro sounds of Wiki and NAH’s Telephonebooth might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you have been checking for Wiki’s music prior to this point, chances are you are going to be feeling this collaboration with NAH, a producer that I was previously not familiar with, but became a huge fan over night thanks to cuts like “Yonkers”.)

28. “John Wick” - AKAI SOLO & Navy Blue

(Whether you still believe “lo-fi” rap is a legitimate sub-genre or not, there’s no denying the abilities of these two gifted writers/artists. The wind is blowing in this direction my friends, I just hope you get on board soon and stop neglecting all of the great rap music rising from this corner of the underground.)

https://akaisolo.bandcamp.com/track/john-wick-prod-navy-blue

27. “Let It Roll Interlude” by IAMNOBODI feat. Phonte & BeMyFiasco

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVA1hXEnwnE

(Hard to believe that arguably the strongest rap verse of 2021 would be so under the radar, but here we are...)

26. "Taylor Made Suit” - Evidence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qLIuc3z7KQ

(Perhaps the thing I love most about this new Ev - both the song itself, as well as the entire album - is how incredibly effective he sounds over minimalist production throughout. “Funeral suit, same as my wedding suit”...shout-out to the legendary MC and producer, both for everything that has has endured in his personal life and his ability to turn his pain into art.)

25. “GOOFIEZ” - Mother Nature and Boathouse feat. Valee

https://mothernaturebarz.bandcamp.com/track/goofiez-featuring-valee

(When Chicago talent gets busy on a record, not many can hang with them. Be on the lookout for more and more big things from the likes of Mother Nature, Valee, and Boathouse.)

24. “Peach Cobbler” - Navy Blue

https://navybluethetruest.com/

(I’m not sure if there is a “chosen one” right now, someone destined to reach such levels of success and/or respect that Drake & Kendrick-esque waves are felt over a generation...but if there is, the mega-talented producer/MC/skater/whatever he wants to be Navy Blue might fit the bill.)

23. “Rose Gold” - 42 Dugg feat. EST Gee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhmKfKZr-PQ

(There are more than a few songs off of 42 Dugg’s Free Dem Boyz that belong in my Top 50, but “Rose Gold” gets the nod off the strength of the menacing beat paired with 42 and one of the most scorching hot rappers walking the earth right now, EST Gee)

22. "MANIFESTO” - Tyler, The Creator feat. Domo Genesis & DJ Drama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnDXCoHRl4o

(The Selena Gomez/Justin Bieber bar will garner most of the hype around this joint, but don’t let it distract from the fact that this song is one of the best collaborations between former Odd Future members since the collective’s creative peak.)

21. “What’s Next” - Drake

https://soundcloud.com/octobersveryown/drake-whats-next?in=octobersveryown/sets/scary-hours-2-1

(Pay attention to this Drake guy, I think he has a shot of making it. He makes it seem so easy, yet he has no peers at his level right now. There’s the growing underground elite...then there’s Drake, and little competition to duke it out with him when it comes to smash rap hits....assuming that is still supposed to be a thing?)

20. “MOMENTZ” - Mother Nature and Boathouse

https://mothernaturebarz.bandcamp.com/track/momentz-2

(You would be hard pressed to find a more enjoyable, high quality tape than SZNZ. The Chicago MCs rock a beat that sounds like a Camp Lo leftover - and I mean that in the best way possible - and show a natural penchant for earwormy choruses that should serve them very well in this biz.)

19. “Grace Jones” - maassai

https://maassai.bandcamp.com/track/grace-jones

(Somewhere between spoken word and where Lyricist Lounge-era Rawkus resides, you can find the warrior poet that is maassai: quite simply one of the most impressive MCs in rap right now.)

18. “How It Feels” - Lil Baby & Lil Durk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAsRTTO8L2k

(I know how it feels to care relatively little about a collaboration project between two of the game’s more revered Lil’s, then be blown away by both of them rapping their asses off for like 20 songs.)

17. “Falling Out the Sky” - Armand Hammer & The Alchemist feat. Earl Sweatshirt

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctmTme9cG74

(There’s wavy, and then there’s wavy in the hands of The Alchemist, Earl Sweatshirt and Armand Hammer. One of Haram’s many standouts, this one is probably not what fans expected when they first saw the album’s tracklist, but it might actually be more special than we expected.)

16. “Capitol 1″ - EST Gee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ng7Sg1_RTM

(Mark my words: by the time we reach the end of 2021, EST Gee will be in the top 10 of every reputable rap site’s best MC list. At least I know that he will most likely be on mine.)

15. “LUMBERJACK” - Tyler, the Creator feat. DJ Drama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WOjaYotX1c

(Who knew we needed Tyler to join forces with DJ Drama to rap over a Gravediggaz joint? Never one to do what everyone expects, when this cut dropped about a week before his new album was released, it was clear that he was ready to pick up where he left off with his impressive bar-work on a flurry of features in 2020. Now that I think about it, after “Something To Talk About” and “327″ maybe we shouldn’t be surprised that Tyler dropped one of the hardest joints of the year.)

14. “The Stellar Ray Theory” - Mach-Hommy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3GWJrL2ht0

(The single that Mach & Griselda stans were terrified to hear, at the risk of revealing their no-longer-a-secret project to be a painful example of how far the parties had drifted since their over-publicized fallout, only to find the opposite: Mach & Gunn didn’t just find their chemistry once again, they improved upon it.)

13. “Sandra” - MIKE

https://mikelikesrap.bandcamp.com/track/sandra

(With his new Disco! album, MIKE managed to step outside of his typical lane of delivery, showing how nimble he truly is as a MC, and even takes his skills to another level as a producer, delivering what might be the most enjoyable album of his career thus far.)

12. "No Time” - Your Old Droog feat. Wiki

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y8Ozq9tMLE

(The new YOD album sounds so painstakingly written and executed, you would never believe it just casually dropped out of the blue one evening. Few are better at crafting themes without compromising the joy of listening to the music, Droog delivered once again.)

11. "What The Money Taught Us” - Skyzoo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV2QEbxMYgU

(This new Skyzoo album has so much beauty to unpack, please dig in if you have been keeping it on the back-burner for some reason.)

And now the Top 10...

10. “Folie Á Deux” - Mach-Hommy feat. Westside Gunn & Keisha Plum

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LF1-VvJsbqI

(Conductor Williams does it again, putting his own unique touch to one of Pray For Haiti’s standout cuts. The song is almost beautiful sound if it wasn’t for Westside Gunn, Mach and Keisha Plum pumping their own unique rawness into the beat. This one represents everything going right with Griselda right now.)

9. “Hallways” - Peter Rosenberg feat. Roc Marciano & Flee Lord

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrDrvozDzo4

(Superior to anything on last year’s Mt. Marci, Disco Vietnam really blessed Flee Lord and Roc Marciano with the type of late night loungin’ in New York banger that Roc knows how to knock out the park better than anyone. “Hallways” screams late night underground radio in a way that feels both nostalgic and fresher than just about anything out right now.)

8. "Seeing Green” - Nicki Minaj feat. Lil Wayne & Drake

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diUcHDlCqMo

(Many have tried to recapture the skill, swagger, and star power of The Roc in the early 00′s, but most have not been able to come close. Leave it to the diamonds in Young Money’s crown to come through and capture the pomp and circumstance so successfully, it’s amazing that Just Blaze wasn’t somehow involved. If you aren’t feelin’ at least one of these verses, time to join a hater support group.)

7. “Prayers Over Packages” - DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz & DJ Muggs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2r2AYxN20ZI

(Most underground artists must be so excited to have the legendary DJ Muggs lace them with a full project, and I’m sure Rome Streetz was honored. But while Muggs delivered another strong performance on Death & The Magician, it’s Rome that elevates the material to truly masterful levels.)

6. “Wants and Needs” - Drake feat. Lil Baby

https://soundcloud.com/octobersveryown/drake-wants-and-needs-feat-lil?in=octobersveryown/sets/scary-hours-2-1

(Yes Drake still has the touch, one of rap music’s few legitimate hitmakers left....but hot damn, it’s Lil Baby coming through to turn the joint to ashes that carries “Wants and Needs” to song of the year caliber levels.)

5. “S.R.D.” - Peter Rosenberg feat. Styles P, Ransom & Smok DZA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tzSrIZ8tso

(Don’t overthink it: the watery boom-bap backdrop provided by Buck Dudley is exquisite, and all three MCs go in. I think it’s time to admit that if it wasn’t for the like him or passionately hate him aura around Peter Rosenberg, a lot more folks would. be praising this compilation as one of the finest since peak DJ street tape era.)

4. “Black Sunlight” - Armand Hammer & The Alchemist feat. KAYANA

https://armandhammer.bandcamp.com/track/black-sunlight-featuring-kayana

(What more can I say about this union by now? Al dipping into his breezy bag to bless the lyrical onslaught of billy woods and ELUCID was not something that I thought I needed, but after hearing them cook together I don’t know if I ever want Armand Hammer to go back to the bleak soundscapes they’re often know for. The contract in style was so effective throughout Haram, bringing out the best from all parties, in my not-so-humble opinion...hopefully even more to come from this alliance.)

3. “TV Dinners” - The Alchemist feat. Sideshow & Boldy James

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuUGrlVivic

(A slick, seemingly harmless little head nodder from The Alchemist, Boldy and the rapidly ascending main-stage level Sideshow. I felt this one right from the jump the day Al’s This Thing of Ours EP dropped, and it’s remained high on my list of 2021 favorites ever since. Give me a bunch of chill MCs doing deceptively slick pen-work over a jazzy but simple loop, and I’m set.)

2. “The 26th Letter” - Mach-Hommy feat. Westside Gunn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7jcjW8h230

(Forget the albums that go for thousand of dollars. Forget the mysterious aura around him, forget the Twitter stan-dom and those that loathe them, and forget the flames of Griselda gossip that are fanned by both fans and doubters....and just imagine you never heard this MC rap before and you have just pressed play on “The 26th Letter”. )

1. “Kill All Rats” - Conway & Big Ghost LTD. feat. Ransom & Rome Streetz

https://bigghostlimited.bandcamp.com/track/kill-all-rats-ft-ransom-rome-streetz

(Whenever attempting to wrangle my favorite songs into one tidy list, there is one ex-factor that can elevate a collection of bars to an elite song: execution. You already know that when punchlines kings the caliber of Ransom, Rome Streetz, and Conway The Machine get on a record together, it’s bound to be a bar-fest....but to the extent of “Kill All Rats”??? Not expected. The name of the song itself invites a certain degree of redundancy, but when three great MCs jump on a track and write verses near the top of their skill level - and when a producer like Big Ghost sounds equally incensed with the instrumental that he brought to the table - even a straight-forward posse cut can end up being the best rap song of the year thus far.)

*COMING SOON: BEST RAP ALBUMS, AND RAP VERSES OF THE FIRST HALF OF 2021...stay tuned.* 👀

See also:

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/649527317251670016/best-of-the-1st-quarter

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/638904640503726080/the-best-rap-songs-of-2020-great-songs-that

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In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said - Chapter 2 “The ‘Jon Situation’”

The party's time of death was 12:42 am.

Sansa and Margaery were sitting on the steps leading to the entrance of the house, bored and tired.

"So... why did you say that you didn't want Robb to see you like this?" Sansa ventured. Almost instantly, Margaery's cheeks flushed in a shade of pink oh so lovely. She knew that she would regret teasing her friend, especially when it was Jon, out of all people, who was coming to get them home safely. But she teases me endlessly, she thought. Now I can tease her.

"No reason" she muttered. She wouldn't meet her eyes. So unlike her confident (and normal) self. It only made Sansa smile. "I can't have him saying that I'm not a goddess 24/7. I got a reputation to look after" she elaborated, but her words didn't quite match her semblance. Sansa's smile morphed into a grin. Oh, she would have her time on the sun. Or on this case, the moon.

"You like him!" she gushed. Margaery tried to cut her off but it was of no use. "You do! You like him!". Sansa started laughing, a strange exhilaration taking over her. Gods, I am drunk.

"It's not my fault your hot brother dropped by the other day, all flushed and sweaty from running" her friend blurted. "I'm still a woman, Sansa. A human being".

"First off, ew" she started. Margaery threw her hands in the air as she mumbled something to herself in response. "Secondly, he dropped by? When?" she asked her. Their parents and younger siblings would be coming down to King's Landing to spend the holidays with them. Sansa knew her brother Bran wanted to check out Jaehaerys' Philosophy School. He still hasn't made his mind about which college to choose: King's Landing College or Oldtown University.

"He said it was about your parents. Apparently, they rented a house just outside the city" Margaery told her. "He wanted to let you know that you could bring a friend over if you wanted. Which is a godsdamn tragedy, since I'll in Pentos for the holidays" she pouted.

"And he couldn't tell me that over the phone?" Sansa wondered out loud. Her friend just shrugged and realisation hit her hard in the face.

Gods, he's pulling a Sporty Robb, Sansa thought, becoming exasperated in a second. Sporty Robb was the absolute worst. When she was a freshman in high school, Robb was the guy all the girls were mooning over. She had to endure the helpless sighs the girls would make each time they'd arrive, or leave, or just walked from classroom to classroom. Obviously, all that attention got into his head, in part thanks to one Theon Greyjoy, a new student from Pyke. Every time he would finish his rugby practice, he would go straight to where the cheerleaders were, trying to make idle conversation and flirt with a new girl each week. He would do that, every. single. week. And that's how Sporty Robb came to be.

She couldn't believe her 20-year-old-brother was behaving like a teenager again. She'll have to talk to him about Marge. She wouldn't let him ruin one of the few friendships she has in the South.

Though I hardly believe True Love is what Marge feels for him, she thought.

She spares her friend a look; she's resting against one of the marble columns, looking up at the sky, mesmerized by the stars.

Gods, we're both so drunk.

*******************************************************

"How long till your darling Jon comes? It's not like we're in up in the Vale" Margaery complained.

Your darling Jon

Sansa can feel her face redden. "He was sleeping when I called him" she said all too fast, her voice too high. "He lives near the Iron Gate and we're practically in Rosby". She hoped that her reasonable explanation would be enough for her friend to shut up. "Besides..." Don't do it, screams the voice in her head. Don't you dare do it. "He's not 'my darling Jon'".

And then, there's that look in Marge's face. That 'bitch-please-you-can-try-to-fool-yourself-all-you-want-but-you-won't-fool-me' look. I walked right into that one, she half thought, half chastised herself.

"Really?" her friends said, lifting a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "We're gonna do this again?"

"He's not 'my darling'" she basically shouted. Get a fucking grip, that same annoying, yet reasonable voice inside her head told her. "He isn't" she said, once she gained some semblance of composure.

"Then why is it that since your arrival" she started "you haven't been out in a single date, hm?" she was looking at her as if she were a police detective fishing for answers from a criminal.

Sansa would've laughed, if only she didn't have the impulse to scream at her in exasperation.

"Because not all of us think about dating all the time" she retorted.

"But you do think about Jon all the time" she pressed on. Gods, she was relentless.

"I do not think about him all the time" she said, outraged.

"Yes, you do" Margaery teased in a sing-song tone.

"No, I don't!" she denied, feeling her cheeks starting to redden once again.

"You do!"

"I don't"

"Yes, Sans, you d-"

"Would I have secured a date with one of the boys from the rugby team if I was thinking about Jon all the time?" she retorted, in hopes to make her shut up, but as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

"You naughty, naughty girl" she said, all too amused. "Dating one of your brother's teammates". Oh, she was delighted. "Does he have a name?"

"Dickon" she replied through gritted teeth.

"The Tarly boy?" she gasped, bringing her perfectly manicured hand to her chest. Sansa could only roll her eyes at her. "Girl, you got your she-wolf paws on a hottie. Let me tell you. One time, I went to the running tracks after our Political Theory class to meet Loras. I don't remember what for... but that's not the point. The point is that I arrived just after rugby practice had ended, and I saw your Dickon along with Robb, cooling off near the benches-"

She had to stop her. Or else she would be like this during the whole ride home and Sansa simply wouldn't survive that. It was too much. "We just agreed to go out someday, it's not like we're having a full-blown love affair" she interjected, grabbing her friend by the shoulders, begging her to stop her drunken rambling. But Marge could only flash her that beautiful smile of hers. That infuriating smile of hers.

Just as she finished talking, she heard a car pulling over. A black Camaro SS. And suddenly, she felt her whole body redden at what was going to happen. She didn't know what would happen exactly, but she knew nothing good would come out of this. Nothing good can happen in car ride with me, Jon and a drunk Margaery, she thought somberly.

"Jon, the Dark Knight, to the rescue" Margaery shrieked, full of glee, and stood up as soon as she saw him. Sansa didn't need a mirror to know she was as red as a Dornish Camellia. She chanced a glance of Jon; a beautiful shade of pink starting to cover his cheeks. He always looked so cute when he'd flush. She didn't notice she was staring, at least not until she saw him standing right before her.

Shit

"So, I guess you had a great night" he offered with that gorgeous half smile of his. The one that would make her heart skip a beat or two. She saw that half smile transform into a full-blown smile and Sansa could swear she felt weak in the knees. You. Are. Staring, the -apparently sober- voice in her head told her.

"'Twas alright" she said, trying to appear nonchalant. "It was pretty snobby, actually. Marge and I tried to save it, but it was of no use".

Margaery, upon hearing her name, snapped out of her own world to correct her. "More like I tried to save it. I danced my ass off trying to revive the party and what did you do" she complained. "You know what she did, Jon?" her friend asked him, her voice full of hurt and wearing the most endearing (and hilarious) version of her "little rose" face. "You know what she did?" Seven Hells. Drunk Margaery had even more of a flair for the dramatics than sober Margaery... and she was pretty dramatic while sober. "She ditched me" she finally said, voice and face equally hurt. "For a handsome, tall stranger. Can you believe?". The astonishment in her face and the whole clutching-my-pearls pose would've been hilarious to Sansa... if it weren't for the tiny fact that she was telling Jon fucking Snow she flirted with Dickon, as in Dickon, his and Robb's teammate. "She's even gonna go on a date with him" she whispered to him, giggling like a child, because of fucking course, Margaery was having a field day with this.

Jon turned to look at her, his cheeks turning pink again, and Sansa wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow her right there in that exact moment. She was about to say something when she heard Margaery's playful and oh-so-innocent voice. "So, it looks like you might have some competition now, Dragonknight" she added while walking towards Jon's car. Sansa could just feel the smirk in her friend's voice.

The Stranger take me.

*******************************************************

The one-hour ride from Harry's mansion to her and Margaery's flat was the longest hour in Sansa's life.

They spent the first fifteen minutes in silence: Margaery fast asleep in the backseat, Sansa staring out the window and Jon focused on the road.

With each minute, the silence grew stronger and stronger. It's was deafening and unbearable. She was desperately looking for something to say, but didn't trust herself in her drunken state. And in the trance Jon puts me in every time I'm close to him, her thoughts reminded her, proving her point.

She was starting to panic, when words left her mouth, without her permission. "Sorry about Marge" she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. Jon spared her a quick look. His eyes looked almost black and so deep and beautiful... Fuck. "You know how she is when she's drunk" she explains with a laugh; a laugh that sounds too forced in her ears. The thing is, Jon doesn't know how Marge is when she's drunk because this is the first time that she has to be alone (and wide awake) with Jon while being drunk. At least last time, I was lucky enough to pass out, she thought, feeling resigned. Here's the thing about about first times: they were fucking terrifying.

Jon only hummed in response. His eyes never leave the road.

It only made look at him again. Carefully.

His hair was pushed back from his face, into a man-bun. A few unruly curls still found their way to his face. He looked like he just woke up, and seriously, it just isn't fair. It's not fair that he looks like that after just being woken up by his best friend's sister. He truly was The Warrior come alive. Aemon the Dragonknight reborn (if he had black hair and gray eyes). Looking at him, she wanted nothing more than to push those unruly raven curls back. She wanted to touch his face, let his beard tickle her palm. She wanted to stand so close to him so she could see the gray in his eyes. She wanted to be oh so close to him that she could breath him in, the scent that made Jon Jon.

It wasn't until he looks back at her with curious eyes that she realized that she was staring. Again.

Sansa tried to do her best to salvage the situation her thirsty, drunk self put her in. "You really are the best" she says. She could feel the flush creeping on her cheeks once again. Like a fucking schoolgirl, she thought.

Her words made him blush and that made her feel more lightheaded than the alcohol. "Stop it" he told her, trying (and failing) to hide his beautiful smile.

"You are" she insisted. "Here I am, miles away from campus, in the house of some rich asshole." Her description of Harry made him laugh. And in that moment, she realized she could get high on that sound. She could let it lift her up up up until she reached the clouds. "Drunk, with an even more drunk friend" she laughed, while sparing her dear friend a look; she was sleeping like a baby in the backseat. A beautiful, drunk baby. "And I call you in the middle of the night and you come to my rescue. Even though you have practice tomorrow". She couldn't help the softness in her voice as she told him all of this, because it really warms her heart that he would drive up to Rosby at 2 a.m. for her.

He just took a quick look at her, then at the road.

And then the most catastrophic thing happens. For her heart, at least.

He gave her an earth-shattering smile. The kind of smile that makes you weak in the knees and makes you wonder 'how dare he be so godsdamn beautiful?'.

Fuck

"You make me sound like a hero, Sans" he laughed. "Like one from the stories you love to read".

Seven fucking hells

He remembers. "Well, that's because you are" she said, trying to put an end to this conversation because at this rate, she would make it home as human goo.

Then, the strangest thing happened. He looked at her with such tenderness. His eyes were incredibly soft. His lips were a little bit parted. He looked like he was about to say something.

The sight made her heart go berserker in her chest.

But something shifted in his eyes. Made them hardened, even if it was just a little bit. But Sansa noticed. He half-smiled at her and returned his attention to the road ahead of him.

She rolled to her side, looking out of the window, paying attention to the trees and the stars; but soon closed her eyes. She wanted to remember every single detail of the look that Jon gave her.

Even though it most probably become all hazy in the morning.

(Continue reading on AO3)

#jonsa #jon x sansa #sansa x jon #actuallyjonsa #jonsa fam #jonsa fandom #got #asoiaf #holidays au #modern au #college au #jonsa au #my fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #enjoy some fluff just in time for the holidays #this is the fluff ball that that's been taking me almost a year to write #so pls read it

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thedesignateddriver · 6 years ago

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Nevermorered:“Fear of Storms”

This is for @nevermorered as a gift for their prompt “Fear of Storms”, which was a prompt that was so lovely to write, and it was so lovely to get to know them. I JUST got home from work, which is why I got this gift in just under the wire, but I hope you enjoy it no matter what time of the day you are reading it. This doesn’t have a title yet, not really, because I could not think of one that would stick--if anyone has a suggestion, please tell me!

I was so happy to participate and can’t wait to read everyone’s work! (If I post this on AO3, I’ll add a link!)

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A dog could sense a storm coming.

A well-bred working dog was one that did not cower in the face of noise, of danger, or violence—it stayed with its master and followed unflinchingly. But it didn’t matter how hard they were trained, and it didn’t matter if they obeyed and stayed still, a good hound would never lose that instinct that ran through them like the air they breathed: when a storm is coming, find shelter. Find high ground. There is a danger approaching.

It was an instinct, something settled deep in their bodies, a knowledge that need not be learned, a caution that could not be bred away.

There is a danger approaching. A dog knew.

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A grey churn of clouds had been rolling towards them from the north, and Sandor had spurred Stranger harder the closer it came to them, swelling over the pines. The air had changed. He stiffened in the saddle, gripping the lead.

She, of course, noticed. She titled her head back to look up at him from where she was sat between his legs, crown of red curls bunching between their bodies.

“Are you afraid of storms?” she asked.

“No,” he snapped. “Do I look like a child to you?”

“No. But you get so restless.”

“I’m no fool, that’s why. It’s danger oncoming, could be in a hundred different ways—”

“I know,” she sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that. You… when you get agitated about other thinks, it’s comes on quick, but when it storms, it seems like… like it’s slow, inside of you. As if it builds and you can’t get rid of it.”

He was silent at that. It isn’t the storms he’s afraid of, he wants to say. He doesn’t.

Since he’d spirited her away from the Eyrie, riding her away from Littlefinger before the cunt could even smell that a dog had snuck into the Vale, they had encountered a share of storms and downpours. A storm meant cover for their tracks, but it was also rougher going, more dangerous, both for Stranger’s footing through the forests and over slickened stones, as well as for the Little Bird. Arya had been small but hardier, hardened and bitter by the road north, and Harrenhall, and the Brotherhood. Sansa had suffered just as endlessly from the moment their father’s head had rolled, but not in the elements, and Sandor knew that. She was a wolf of the north, but she was also a lady. He’d been extra careful to get out of the rain in a cave or stay under the cover of trees. She never complained about the roughness, still polite with her “thank you’s” even after he snapped at her to stop saying them.

When the rain would pour in the darkness, she’d tuck in close at night, smaller body shielded and warmed nearer to him, rubbing against him in a way which no longer felt accidently. The water would soak her through and Sandor would watch the cloth cling to her body, curves that hadn’t been there before, and her little nipples press through hardened from the cold.

Storms were dangerous in that way as well.

The last downpour had caught them crossing open hills, the fog settling swollen over the pale grass. Much to his chagrin and despite his growling, she’d left her hood down. Though her teeth chattered and water had slipped down her neck to soak her dress beneath, she had been pleased to have the rain wash the last of that disgusting black dye out of her hair that Littlefinger had soaked it in. Though it was stupid, and vain, he’d allowed it. Secretly it pleased him just as much to see the black wash out in rivulets to reveal the auburn underneath, later drying like rich copper in the firelight.

But this was something entirely different. They were in the north proper now, and by looks of the distended and darkening sky crawling over them, winter had come for them. They both looked up at the sky, locked against each other in a slow sway on Stranger’s back. This was an empty and unfamiliar territory, and they were alone. Sansa blinked up at the clouds. Eye blue and clear. Sandor grew more uneasy.

“There’s no avoiding this one.”

“Aye. We’ve no choice but to keep riding.”

It began snowing that night.

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The first night in the storm, they had found a cave, and lit a small fire, and slept next to one another. The snow was thin and quiet as it touched the earth. Sandor could not shake the disquiet.

The second day, the sky had been empty of snow but heavy still with clouds. By midday it was falling, by evening falling more steadily. No sign of outpost. They’d found another cave, a little deeper than the previous one.

The third day it had snowed straight through from daybreak to nightfall. The cold had sunken sharply into the ground and slid under his cloak and armor and clothes. When Sansa had to remove her hands from her cloak, her fingers would be red within minutes. She was flushed pink by the cold and shivered in her sleep.

The fourth day, the snow came down sideways as the wind screamed. Sandor’s eyes burned and watered but he kept his eyes forward. He wrapped Sansa inside his cloak, having her press at tight as she could. She started sniffling by midday. When she’d lain down he’d run his hand over her back for warmth.

The fifth day, Stanger slipped on ice and nearly threw the both them. The snow had not let up and the drifts were beginning to pile significantly. Sansa was coughing hard now. Her breathing rattled and by nightfall, with the snow coating her whole little body, she was not quite with him, not all the way. Sandor had rolled them together under every cloth and fur they had and unlaced the front of her dress and slid his hands up around her waist and back to try and get warmth back in her. She was soft and her skin was like cream, and damn him to all seven hells if he hadn’t imagined his hands on her like this a thousand times, but it is horrible because she is leaving him, she is sick and the storm wouldn’t end, and he begs with her to get better.

The sixth day, it snowed and snowed and did not stop, as if every white star in the sky were collapsing down on them. Sansa had fever by mid-morning. They did not find the village until night had covered the North.

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Sansa thrashed on the bed, her white skin stained a splotchy grey. Sweat darkened a crown into her hair and slid into her collarbones. The fever was burning straight through her, and Sandor could feel the heat coming off of her without even touching her. He’d stripped her of dress and socks, down to just her shift and small clothes to try and cool her, and keep her from burning to death. Even then, she’d soaked through the white shift, sweat collecting on her thighs and chest, under her breasts. She had been in and out of consciousness all day

She whimpered.

“I know, Little Bird, I know.”

For the hundredth time, Sandor ran a cloth wet with melted snow down her brow.

When he’d carried her in limp into the inn, throwing his purse of coin at one of the maid girls and threatening grotesque physical violence if a room wasn’t prepared, it had been a blur. He’d settled her in the room, and gathered what he’d needed to treat her. It had been two days and Sansa only simmered in the sickness. She’d started vomiting this morning.

Sansa groaned and rolled limply to the side. Sandor moved a pail up to her, and she emptied herself, hardly anything now without food. She cried softly, exhausted.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Shrill unease slit through his stomach. He wiped her mouth. “Not a fucking, sir. Enough of that.”

She screwed her eyes shut, words sorrow slurred. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Enough of your fucking chirping, just get better. Gods damn you, just get better, you have to make it, Sansa.”

She let loose a wet cough, and breathed through her mouth. He watched the swell of her ribs. She became quieter again.

“Sandor,” she murmured. He strains his ears.

“Sandor,” she repeats, “The night of the Blackwater… you…”

He chokes. She is dying. She is dying, and if her last memory is of the night the Blackwater burned, of what he did to her, he will kill himself. He will probably do that regardless. Her lips continued to move, but he couldn’t hear if she truly said anything. Minutes passed, and her movements slowed, then stilled. He held his breath and said nothing, just pulling her back gently to the center of the bed.

The room was quiet.

It was nothing more than a small hearth and a wide bed, a single window. In the silence, in the dark, he finally washed himself. Sandor laid down on the floor next to her.

They had gotten so close to the end, and after so many years, so many years of her chained and festering in the heat of the south, waiting for a way home, she would die whimpering in her own sickness, north, but not far enough.

That had been the point of all of it, of all he’d done. All that time spent on the fucking Isle, to dig, and dig, and dig and never stop digging more graves, always—all so he could find her, at last, and dig one more. He had freed her only so he could put her in another cage, one she could never escape—the last cage, made of soil, where the earth would rip apart thread by thread. Her soft skin and auburn hair would disappear into the ground. No one would find her here, and no one would mourn her, a grave forgotten, a line of ink on a dead family tree.

And then.

And then Sandor realized it.

Buried under the drifts of snow, which only grew greater by the hour, the ground would be frozen solid. There would be no grave because a grave could not be dug for her. Sansa would die and he would not be able to rest her in the earth, and the villagers would know her body would carry the sickness that had killed her. They would have to get rid of her corpse to prevent the spread of infection.

If Sansa died, they would burn her body.

Sandor stopped himself from screaming, but he could not stop himself from crying.

The thought of her body being so defiled, destroyed with blistering skin and charred opal teeth and splintering bones and lacy little eyelashes turning to embers, was too much to bear. She would turn to ash, and disappear with the snow, and become nothing at all.

If it was the last thing he did, he would not allow it.

He would carry her away from here and lay her down among the pines and he would lie down next to her. He would be still with her and let the wolves devour them when they came. He would be still as the wolves took their lady back.

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Two days later, her fever breaks.

It still fucking snowed, but Sansa was quiet and still, and she had her eyes open and watched him through her lashes the whole day. She is limp and weak, exhausted. He is there to stand guard and pull her back in case she begins to slide away.

After he convinced the innkeep that Sansa wass not sick anymore, not dangerously, he manages to pay their serving girl enough to bathe Sansa. While he stays out of the room, he burns her clothing covered in her sickness, and find her a new shift, a new dress. He pays for a different room where the mattress is clean.

She falls asleep again in the evening and will not wake up.

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He wakes to something dragging on his chest.

The room is soaked in the darkness in the deep late of the night. The hearth has gone out. Alarm rears in him, but the touch is soft, and without seeing, he realizes it is Sansa’s hand.

She was ghosting her fingertips over his upper chest and dip of his collarbone, over the hair there. The snowdrop touches of her skin, so small, light a fire in him. Even barely touching him, he could feel the shy hesitation, her arm hanging from the side of the bed. Sandor stayed still, controlling his breathing. He did not open his eyes to spook her, so he could not see, but he could feel her peering over the edge of the straw mattress. It is the sweetest thing he has ever felt.

She shifted, letting her fingers flush closer to him. A few strands of her hair float down against his arm—it may as well have been lightning spun to silk for how it strikes him. Sansa’s fingers curled, dragging her knuckles through and pulling on the hair, as if to test the coarse texture. Sandor is already hard, and prays she cannot see well in this darkness.

And then, she began pulling on the strings of his shirt, untying it gently, making the cloth looser and more undone, and she—

He reaches up and grabs her hand, and she gasps. There is a panicked tug, but he holds her little hand still to his chest, engulfing it in his own. He opens his eyes, and after a moment searching in the dark, finds her wide eyes, staring down at him. They watch each other for a moment, breathing back and forth. It is the hours of the wolf, and there is no world outside this room, and they are both growing bold. It is only Sansa before him.

#sansan secret santa #nevermorered #sansan

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absolutelyxosmittenxo · 6 years ago

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Imagine: How miscellaneous RWBY characters express how much they love you.

RUBY ROSE: Little Red Riding Hood is flushed in the cheeks, incapable of containing her excitement to the extent you encourage herself to breathe before passing out. "You're just so cool, amazing, really cute, and I just really, really, really love you a whole lot! I can't believe you're dating me and oh my goodness I can't breathe-"

WEISS SCHNEE: Conveyed as the anime archetype 'tsundere', it simply depends on the circumstances. In your company, the heiress holds your gaze tenderly, delicately folding her hands together and speaking honestly. "I love you so much. Thank you for taking the time to know me, and letting me discover who I truly want to be."

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Distance has been asserted considering the past experiences shared with Adam Taurus - the Belladonna's daughter is mortified of what threat infatuation could pose. Yet you've seeped through those cracks; within, a timid, open minded and merciful girl desiring nothing but unity for everyone. She is smiling softly, ears exposed freely as they flick every which way. "I've been afraid for so long - but when you came into my life, I decided I didn't want to run away anymore. Now, I can fully admit I love you, and know you love me for me."

YANG XIAO LONG: "You actually stayed here with me," the bombshell blonde utters, implying abandonment was an emotional obstruction she faced more than desired. Her mechanical arm quivers under the pressure of her anxiety; but as she concludes you are there, you won't leave, she takes a moment to breathe. "I want to be there for you, like you always have been for me. You mean the world to me."

PENNY POLENDINA: Whether Professor Polendina invested in hardwiring the concept of romance or love into the robot's system, she was adapting to the idea. Little by little, she was learning more and more. Sometimes, Penny jumps to the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck, squeezing the very life out of you. "I love you! I love you! You're the bestest friend I could have ever asked for."

JAUNE ARC: "I know most underestimate me - well, I'm sure pretty much all of Beacon did," Jaune laughs dryly, evidently wandering to the bitter moments of being seen as underwhelming, even by his own family. "But I know there's people who believe in me. Even then, I was so dumb, and ignored them, and once I realized they cared, they were gone. I won't make the same mistake twice. I love you so much, I can't bear to lose you like Pyrrha."

NORA VALKYRIE: Born a rambler, once her lightning strikes, there's no way out of it. "You're always just so adorable, strong, wonderful - mhm, Ren, more pancakes, please! - When you said you wanted to be together-together, I just couldn't pass the chance up!" Through a mouthful of ooey gooey, syrup soaked pancakes, she says, "I love yoooooooooooou!"

PYRRHA NIKOS: Destiny was debatable; was it predetermined, or was it belonging to you as you paved your own pathway along life? It was a definitive question the invincible girl pondered frequently. But the very fact you try your best to bring joy into her life, in spite of potential doubts of your worth? She is absolutely smitten. With a light stroke of your hair, and caressing your cheek, Pyrrha smiles warmly, "You are everything to me."

LIE REN: Ren relies on subtlety to depict his emotions. One could say his motto is "Actions speak louder than words." Indeed they do, considering whenever push comes to shove, his affection manifests itself in simple ways. Particularly holding your hand. You could be clinging to your very life line, hope fading as the world seems to be plummeting into oblivion. However, once the huntsman intertwines his fingers with yours, you realize everything will be okay on the end.

SUN WUKONG: His velvety smooth, cream yellow tail is embracing the branch haphazardly, as he awaits your presence. As soon as you stroll on around, the monkey faunus seizes the opportunity to execute his plan. Dropping down, Sun swoops in, kissing you square on the mouth as you emit a surprised squeak. "Love you, babe!"

NEPTUNE VASILIAS: It was gentle leaning, inspecting your features, admiring how lovely you were. He was a love sick fool - you had the flirty boy enraptured, head over heels, considering himself every term to describe how much he was falling deeper in love with you. Neptune adores you. "Gosh, you're cute," he smooches you on the cheek, How'd I get so lucky?"

COCO ADEL: Her expressions of love are never discreet; Fox, Velvet and Yatsuhashi are subjected to her attempts of showing it often. Before you awaken, the gunslinger equips an appealing color of her lipstick, and inscribes a few words upon the mirror. In the morning, as the time signifies you must rise to the occasion, you venture into the restroom, only to see what Coco had left behind. "I love you" written in lipstick, her signature emblem implying it was her.

VELVET SCARLATINA: Each picture was worth a thousand words - upon every photograph snapped, Velvet could sense the devotion, sweetness, heartfelt moments and even beyond emanating from the scenes captured. Thus, she compiles them to the best of her ability. The shy bunny is internally bouncing off the walls as she hands you the album she created, confessing with rosy cheeks, "Every moment we share reminds me of why I love you so much - so, I thought, why not show you all the moments we have had together?"

OZPIN: Millenniums were spent contemplating pensively, having people lose faith in him, watching everyone else perish as he was forced to wander the Earth. The academy's headmaster has suffered severely. The thought of having you cease to exist while his soul remains is ingrained his mind. But Ozpin concludes worrying for the future isn't going to be helpful. For now, he must cherish what he had. As he sees you sleeping soundly, and leans over, pecking your temple, he truly can say, "I love you to the moon and back."

GLYNDA GOODWITCH: Left to mend the broken pieces of a once content Vale, Glynda has suffered the hardships of immense, overwhelming grief. Ozpin was off to reincarnate wherever his soul wound up, students fled across the kingdom, majority barely seeing the light of day since the fall. But you didn't leave. As you raise Glynda up, explain how grateful you are for her efforts, how Ozpin and all the students are proud of her, she is reminded of why she fell in love with you. "Thank you for staying beside me in this time of hardships - you mean everything to me."

QROW BRANWEN: Alcohol flooding into his brain, the uncle of Ruby and Yang is spouting lyrical nonsense. You sigh in response to your beloved's irrational babbling, having his head rest in your lap. He is the equivalent of a toddler following a few or several alcoholic beverages. "I love you~" Qrow would confess constantly, trying to smother you sloppily in kisses, breath radiating the worst of odors before passing out. After waking up the next day with a hangover, the Branwen groans from the migraine, apologizing for his goofiness. "I don't know how you do it, but thanks for putting up with me."

WINTER SCHNEE: Family was a touchy subject to graze on in terms of a persuasive yet spiteful father neglecting his children unless they were needed to serve a purpose. All the soldier considered to be family, for the most part, was her younger sister, and butler, Klein. However, it's a rare sight to see as she disentangles her luscious white hair from its bun, and she is witnessed smiling so sweetly as she peppers you in brisk kisses. "It isn't often someone comes into my life and makes it more worthwhile - but you have helped me cherish it even more."

JAMES IRONWOOD: His body was composed not of flesh and blood; metal prosthetics filled the spaces of appendages deprived of him. Yet James was as handsome, wholesome, and endearing as he always has been. With the man's chest exposed, ebony bangs slightly out of place as you both had just woken up, you rest on the edge of your bed. He's breathing gingerly, as you stroke your thumb under the surface of his palm. Raising your hand to his lips, he kisses it, expressing, "I love you so dearly."

OSCAR PINE: He wouldn't be the kid he was prior to merging souls with a seemingly immortal man. No longer a farmer hand reduced to playing the role of feeding livestock and raking hay. Now, he was thrusted into the life of a new incarnation of the one meant to defeat an unstoppable force. Through it all, though, Oscar was falling in love. He plucked the loveliest flower he could find, stroking the back of his head nervously as it offered it to you. "I know there's so much going on right now, with there perhaps being a war, people trying to kill us constantly - it's just crazy. But you give me a chance to breathe. And, as silly as it might sound, I really love you for it."

CINDER FALL: Perhaps the wicked woman's upbringing was similar to Cinderella, yet she couldn't seek the happy fairytale ending her inspiration was fortunate enough to have. Or, at least, from what we have seen. To you, Cinder is an enigma, much to be explored as she is in pursuit for power. But you turn the tables as she stops the world to get off with you. Having you close your eyes, Miss Fall indulges you in her, lips touching yours endlessly, and you are on the verge of fainting from being so breathless. "Do not think - succumb to these urges to embrace me, and I shall never let you go. Maybe you and I can find that happy ending we desire, as we rise to the top, and all else fall."

ROMAN TORCHWICK: Smoke drawls from the cigar tucked in between his lips, the con artist grinning as you curled yourself around his waist. Being pummeled by fifteen year old girls weren't exactly confidence boosting, but at the end of the day, to have you be so loyal and endearing has his heart skip a beat. Roman parts the cylinder momentarily, "Dear, have I ever mentioned how much I adore you?"

MERCURY BLACK: One, two, three - the liplocks multiplied as the mechanical marvel covers your body in kisses. He doesn't hesitate to express his dedication, although preserves it for private settings, sprinkling playful banter here and there. The assassin's son swipes away any residue residing on your mouth, smirking, "Babe, you're my one and only - don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

EMERALD SUSTRAI: In your arms, the master of thieves believes she is finally at home, a safe haven where she can not worry about going hungry or being reduced to filth. She isn't manipulated to conduct misdeeds as she is by Cinder; you have compassion for her, saving the time to make her happier and make her feel loved. Really, Emmy never anticipated to receive such affection. But as the thief dissolves into your embrace, she whispers, "God, I love you."

NEOPOLITAN: As far as we are concerned, the killer queen waving around a lethal parasol cannot emit sound from her vocal chords. But verbal obstacles won't stand in the way of this tiny antagonist. Neo props herself up on her tip toes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. No hidden intent, yet you have your worries. Of course, your expectations are evaded, as she stands on top of your feet, kisses your lips, and signs the typical romantic phrase for you.

SALEM: Externally, Salem appears monstrous, depravity consuming her as revenge drives her motives. Beneath the surface, however, the eternal being exposes gentleness, in which she nurtures you, raises you up, refusing to let you crumble. "I have lived as long as you can imagine. It's scarce, for someone to catch my interest as you have. Ozpin's dominion shall fall apart, so long as all is executed as it should. As I seize control, you will forever remain by my side. That much I can promise you, my love."

ILIA AMITOLA: "I always wanted Blake to look at me the way she did with Adam," the memory causes the chameleon's heart to throb undeniably, "I was hopelessly in love with her." Alternating accordingly to her emotions, Ilia's speckles changes to a pink resembling cherry blossoms. "But now that I've met you, I can forgive myself for my past mistakes. I don't need to blend in - you love me as I am. And I love you just the same."

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zumpietoo · 3 years ago

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Stillbitter iz VERY Bitter

Love how she manages to “doesn’t matter/not real/sour grapes/I don’t believe it anyway” all in one reply!

TBH, nowhere have I see a “rumored Jaib love confession”, besides right here, by yours truly. And since WHEN do they EVER believe me (even tho my track record’s a shit ton better, amirite?)---that said, I’d love to see it happen AND, dude, that coffin was nailed over a year ago. Once again, your kween ensured it.

That was dictated by other projects, but yeah....not real, cuz you say so.

You aren’t getting Jizzy next season, either....but, hey, go ahead and be wrong some moar....

Ummm.....no, dude.....that was for the BAV triangle.....currently, there’s only ONE outcome for Jughead: he dies and for Jabi, default endgame.

No, you’re just pissed because there’s NO cake for you, just the sour grapes you’re currently sulking over....

Plus I thought “the beats” were “yours”????

No moar Jizzy, loser....again, your kween made sure of that....

Plus, again, Jabi shippers aren’t Barfies. Suck it.

Already endlessly debunked...and if it’s all “pretend”, then doesn’t it not matter, period, anyway?

Plus, OFC, he didn’t even think of or mention Slizzy, once....

Lurker is mad, too.....also “bad faith” in what?

Locky “I’m rubber you’re glue”, I guess??? And doesn’t grasp the concept of “past, ended relationships”

Jandy (who continues to show us what a disgusting asshole she is on a daily basis, now) Different, Vale Jabi, given how important this is to you, did YOU block that out?

Again, you guys do struggle, even when it’s the narrative you created, huh?

Because you fail to grasp how actually sweet and unselfish each was being. And/or that he didn’t remotely mention Slizzy.....so maybe you should laugh at that. I sure am!

Ooohh....thank you Locky!!! I had forgotten that. Still think TLK

Maybe you should watch the scene to grasp what actually happened, Buttwind

We (Jabi) did. And entire season ago, Izzy

Why not? I’ve certainly had no shortage of shit from when YOU”VE been consistently wrong.

Yes, it did. Jabi were each incredibly unselfish and put the other person first and Jug forgot Slizzy exists. Feel better?

#riverdale spoilers

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naernon · 6 years ago

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Let's see, how about 19, 33 and 38?

as usual, tysm!!!!! i love these things y’all i swear. kinda stressful when there’s a lot to do but overall very fun.

i didn’t proofread any of this and i went a bit wild with my answers and like.. containing my ever-present urge to Ramble so like.. im sorry in advance @ anyone who tries to read this

19: Favorite TES music

i’ll list my favorites, with the exception of the main theme! no particular order.

blessing of vivec (morrowind)

auriel’s ascension (oblivion)

peaceful waters (morrowind)

far horizons (skyrim) also please watch this live performance, esp. 3:30 onwards. it’s a tear-jerker from how gorgeous it is.

sovngarde (skyrim)

summerset boss fight theme (ESO: summerset)

three hearts afire (ESO: summerset)

masque of reveries (ESO: summerset) ESPECIALLY love this one out of the ESO tracks

there’s also some auridon tracks i do not know the name of that i love. also whatever the fuck this is, particularly starting at the time-stamp; i love it endlessly but i dont know what the fuck it’s called.

BUT WAIT! TWO MORE!

red mountain (young masculine voice/ESO bard song)

from dread daedra save us (young masculine voice/ESO bard song)

that man’s voice… is voice goals :’). it isn’t possible but if i could change my voice, even post-transition (i don’t think i can achieve that voice even with hormones), i would 100% change it to his. i know singing voice can be different from speaking but still. wow. there’s a limited amount of other cis male voices that i hope i can achieve one day other than his.

ok, i’m done, that’s it– no… no it isn’t. I forgot one.

forgotten vale (skyrim, dawnguard) timestamp is where ALL of the tears start flowing. jeremy soule is fucking brilliant, god bless him. you can feel the history of the falmer. you can feel what happened to them. you can feel the deep hurt of gelebor and to an obvious extent i’m sure, his brother. you can feel it. you can feel all of it. beautifully fucking immersive. bra-fucking-vo, soule, christ. I know i’m a giant pussy anyways and im also into soundtracks and OSTs to a borderline lame extent but really, I’m tearing up.

TLDR; i know it asked for one favorite track but i love too much to choose. sorry gfughfugf

33: Favorite class to play

nightblade! I suck at it, but i find out of all the ESO classes it’s the one I jive with the most fluidly and easily, likely because i gravitated towards it in the first place because my dumbass thought “nightblade… night……. stealth… stealth… night…. therefore this’ll be the closest to the shit i do in the other games!! great” and since that was my first character it paved the way for my other ones and now nightblades outnumber the rest of them in terms of what my characters are in ESO, despite attempts to diversify. gfughufgfg oops

in skyrim, oblivion, morrowind of course the bow (esp. stealth bow) tends to be pretty fun and easy buuuuuuut in skyrim, mostly, it gets… TOO easy. I like a bit of challenge, you know? of course this is also an easy choice but i always like good ol’ daggers. in morrowind, sword and shield for some reason just. I like. and i havent played much oblivion so far but i think i also just go for bow in oblivion. again, i’ve played skyrim more, so that means multiple playthroughs and thus more room to get bored as shit with the same old, same old.

I don’t know how we got to weapons when the question was classes… jesus christ, cassius, oh my lord. stealth. that’s my answer ghfdghdgdg.. just… stealth and agility. assassin, thief, rogue, etc. any class that centers around being speedy and sneaky.

38: You have awakened to find you’re in Tamriel. How do you react?

probably panic. I love tamriel, but put into it randomly with no in-depth familiarity of every-day dialogue ques and protocol, every little detail, etc.. that I’ve learned throughout 10+ years of being in the real universe? Without being raised in it from birth? I’m sure i’ll learn eventually, but it’d be very, very difficult, especially with how even the most minute things play a role in the societies and culture of tamriel. The closest thing to that in real life is back in.. I’d say during the ancient civilizations, where individual societies and cultures were more isolated– take me from a humble life in rome to say, greece, or egypt! there was society and cultural exchange, but differences are still quite large, compared to what i and most of you are used to, which is a more… central culture, even going from western to eastern, etc., etc.,

“cassius it’s not that deep” no!! if i was in tamriel i’d get the daylights punched out of me as soon as i opened my damn mouth!! I’d be the n’wah, the nebarra, and whatever fucking word in each province means “outsider” all at once with no place to call home!! fuck that, man, like SHIT

no, but jokes aside, once i get used to wherever i end up, if i don’t already find someone or a group of people i can trust to show me around, if you keep my current appearance, my best bet would be daggerfall, i’d say. daggerfall or cyrodiil. i’d pass as a ….breton/imperial mixed race OK. and there i don’t have to worry about as much racial shit, hopefully. but if i’m an altmer i’m going to goddamn summerset, i swear to god.

eventually i’d find a husband (maybe an elf……………..) and we’d buy a farm wherever we live and grow crops together with 2 children and an assortment of dogs, cats, and other animals. that is all, thanks for coming to my ted talk

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littletyrell · 7 years ago

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winter is coming.

For as long as she lived, Margaery was certain she would never rid her mind of the image of the Red Keep from the vantage of the small window in her carriage.

The massive entity had loomed threateningly as they’d made their way out of the city’s limits, and had continued to intimidate even as it began to fade into the distance. It was only when it had been swallowed up by the darkness of the night that Margaery had allowed herself to release a long sigh, purging herself of several weeks’ worth of stress and despair. Her Grandmother reached over to squeeze her knee comfortingly, but Margaery struggled to even offer her a thankful smile.

The young Queen had been assured in the days that preceded her escape that her wrongful imprisonment would be coming to an abrupt halt, and that she was meant to be ready when the time came. Scrolls of paper had been tossed haphazardly into her cell at random times of day and night which swore that there was no evidence to hold her, and that even the High Sparrow would be forced to relent and free her without the labor of a trial by faith. These words were uplifting, but did little to prevent the overwhelming sadness that would appear when Margaery was ultimately left to suffer alone in her small cell -- or to even hear the not-so-distant cries of her similarly-imprisoned cousins, who were beaten by the Septa in an effort to bring forth the so-called “confession of sin” and the “redemption” which would follow. The Septa would come for her as well, but she dared not hit so hard as she was able -- there was some manner of law to be had there for a Queen, and perhaps Tommen had screamed and cried on her behalf from within the safety of the castle’s walls.

The day she was visited by Cersei Lannister had been the worst of her days stuck in that cell. The other Queen had come for no reason other than to gloat, and when that had become clear to Margaery, she was no longer able to hold the hatred she had choked on since first arriving at the capital. Margaery promised that all the pain that Cersei had caused the realm at large would be paid back to her. She lodged curses at the vile woman, and swore up and down that she would receive punishment from the Gods.

And so the Gods answered.

A scroll had been tossed into Margaery’s cell at an early hour, with an uplifting inscription: Cersei imprisoned. A few hours later, another scroll appeared, this one even more promising than the last: Tonight.

All it had taken was a changing of the guard, and suddenly Margaery was being rushed out of her cell -- and Megga and Elinor were not far behind. They were dressed in heavy, concealing cloaks, and shuffled under the protection of darkness into two separate carriages. When Margaery was settled into her own carriage, she had found none other than her Grandmother waiting inside. The embrace that the two women shared had been tender and real, and Margaery had found herself crying in a way she hadn’t since she was a little girl.

Even despite her desire to flee the capital and be done with it for good, the Tyrell in her struggled against the fear, questioning with a sniffle: “ -- will we -- should we -- should we retake the throne?”

“Are you out of your bloody mind, girl?” Olenna had tutted, though the bite lacked in her tone. She brushed a wrinkled hand comfortingly over Margaery’s brow, and the young queen’s eyes closed as she relaxed into the contact. “Cersei’s Sparrow has turned this city upside-down -- if we stay, we’ll be eaten alive with all the rest of them.” Scoffing, Olenna made a move as if to look back in the direction of the capital. “Good riddance to the lot of them. Let them burn together -- and burn they will, if we’re to believe this truth of the Targaryen girl and her three demons. She would’ve had no mercy for anyone else calling themselves Queen, dear -- if it wasn’t for this, I would’ve found another way to get you out of that viper’s nest.”

Margaery tried to keep her elation at bay. It felt so strange, to have abandoned the fantasy of being the queen. It felt as though she’d ended that life in the cell Cersei had made for her, and had come out a different person. The only trouble was she didn’t know what it was this Margaery wanted.

“If not here,” Margaery ventured, “ -- then where? Home?”

“A war in the south,” Olenna agreed with a nod, “what dear Renly had wanted all along, realized all too late.” Olenna scoffed, continuing: “war will come, should Cersei free herself of that prison she’s made for herself. The bitch is slippery, and she very well might manage it. Should she, I suspect she’ll turn to take her revenge on Highgarden and every other land she thinks has wronged her.”

“She feels wronged by the realm,” Margaery added, a frown pulling on her lips. “She seeks war with each House that does not bend to her.” Olenna hummed her agreement, and Margaery leaned back against the carriage seat as she contemplated the path that was laid out before them. They had two choice: to tuck tale and defend themselves, or to defend the realm at large. The latter was what she’d wanted as Queen -- to make the realm better via the removal of the Lannisters. The option still presented itself.

“What if we went North instead?” Margaery thought aloud. “What if we joined Stannis, and made him King? He may not have the love of the people, but he is intelligent and capable -- even Renly would have admitted such a thing.” Sensing her Grandmother’s rejection, Margaery pressed: “it is his right to inherit the throne, Grandmother. And our error to deprive him of it. All of this -- all of this could have been solved so long ago, had we just allowed it to pass as it should have been. The realm will be safer for it. And House Tyrell will be hailed as the saviors of the realm for delivering Stannis unto the throne.”

“It is not a bad thought,” Olenna commented after a long moment, seeming to relent. “But even despite the forces we have with us now, we need the permission of that oaf to move them --”

“What permission do you need?” Margaery countered, her golden gaze suddenly steely. “He will do as you say and question nothing of it. The decision rests with you, Grandmother. The fate of the realm sits in your hands. Yours, and no one else’s.”

While Elinor and Megga returned to the safety of Highgarden, Margaery and Olenna took to the North. Her two abused cousins carried with them a letter sealed by Olenna, ordering Mace to provide a division of their soldiers to journey North and accompany their party. It was some weeks before they had their affirmation -- and some time more before they received word that their soldiers marched. Olenna had commented to Margaery that the troops they promised Stannis would be a month or more delayed when they themselves arrived North, but Margaery was not swayed. She thought only of the best sort of revenge against Cersei -- a Westeros made better in the wake of her dethroning. Perhaps she would not even be executed, despite how badly she knew others -- as well as herself -- would wish to see her blood. Perhaps it would be a worse punishment to have her suffer with her misery.

Across the months of their journey North, Margaery thought often of who she would be in this new world. She’d tried and failed three times over to be a Queen. To the realm at large she remained a maiden, still able to marry -- though she suspected many might see her as some sort of a beautiful curse, unable to bed someone without causing their demise. Despite this, she could not imagine herself marrying some Reachmen lord that her father would choose for her, and being no one at all. Nor could she imagine herself attached to a Storm lord chosen by Stannis to affirm the alliance he knew nothing of, though she knew it was very likely a possibility of her fate. She thought endlessly and determined nothing.

The worst of their journey came when they moved through the Stormlands, and caught word of Loras’ fate. The details were sparse and grim: he had fought Cersei’s false war and had been defeated. He was said to be laid out in agony at Dragonstone, wounded from blade and burns and slowly inching towards death. The news had set Margaery into tears for days, and she had begged for nearly a week to divert their course and reclaim his body from Dragonstone. Her Grandmother’s repeated insistence that they could not go to a land teaming with Lannister soldiers was sound, but Margaery could not rid herself of the nightmare of sweet Loras dying with not a soul around him who truly loved him. She prayed for his soul in the night, and begged for his soul to stay by her side as they journeyed onward.

They had made it through the Vale with relative ease, despite their caution. Upon reaching the territory, they had learned of the pitiable fate of Lysa Tully -- and the fate of her child, now made the ward of Petyr Baelish. They dared not journey to the Eyrie to meet with the mockingbird, though they suspected that he was well aware of the forces which moved through the region. These suspicions were confirmed when a flurry of news greeted them in a letter signed by Baelish, leaving them as chilled as the snow that coated the ground.

Stannis was dead. His army was dead. Lord Bolton was dead. The bastard Bolton called himself Lord of Winterfell. The bastard Lord had married a girl said to be Sansa Stark. Sansa Stark had escaped the bastard, and was thought to be plotting the siege of her home.

Winterfell would need to be retaken swiftly, and the letter suggested that the Eyrie’s forces would be deployed only if called upon by Sansa. Without them, however, it was likely any attempt to fight the Bolton army -- bolstered by traitorous houses of the North -- would fail. The night after they’d received the letter, Margaery dreamed of red hair, and of a beautiful girl who seemed to carry with her all the sadness of the world. When she awoke, she demanded that they come to her aid.

“We do not know if Sansa Stark is alive,” Olenna had protested, exasperated at that point by their fruitless journey. “Look at the snow falling around us -- it is all the more likely she died out in that cold, hiding away from that little monster. That little slip of a thing could not survive this.”

“This is her home,” Margaery had protested, steadfast in her desire to journey on to Winterfell. “For all that she has survived already, she would have survived her own home. Grandmother, we cannot turn our backs on her.” Margaery’s expression had crumpled then, remembering how they had left her to be married to Tyrion when their own plot had fallen through. The youngest Lannister was far from a cruel man -- but it had been a mockery nonetheless, and Margaery knew Sansa had suffered for it. “What would we be, if we turned our backs now?”

They did not move from a small inn nearby Moat Cailin for nearly a month -- they would not go to Winterfell without their army in tow. During this time, Margaery and her Grandmother acclimated as best they could to the North. The bitter cold was not good for a woman of Olenna’s age, and Margaery sought to have her constantly cloaked in large furs that seemed to drown her. Margaery herself was swathed in them, and found that with each passing day her skin seemed to pale in the icy region. When she cast a glance at her reflection in a looking glass, she found that she did not recognize the girl who looked back. This was not the little queen of the Red Keep -- it was someone else entirely. It was someone she did not quite know yet.

When their army arrived, they moved at last for Winterfell. In the deep snow, they seemed to travel more slowly than ever before -- a journey meant to be 6 months had seemed to stretch to 8 or 9 by the time they’d closed in upon Torrhen’s square, just southwest of Winterfell. It was there that they received their last bit of news: the Bolton bastard was dead, and Winterfell had been retaken by House Stark -- led by none other than Jon Snow, Winterfell’s own bastard boy. In the wake of this battle, the Northerners had called out for Jon to take up a long-forgotten title: the King in the North.

When Margaery had heard this news, a shock of laughter had overtaken her. Olenna had turned, frustrated, and demanded she divulge what it was that amused her so.

“We journeyed all this way for a King,” Margaery exclaimed, her shoulders shaking with a kind of grim mirth, “ -- well, we’ve found one, haven’t we?”

To this point, Olenna joined in on this rueful, mourning laughter. It was a dark humor, twisted by months of strife and years of blood before it. It was the work of the Gods, Margaery knew, that they had someone still achieved the purpose of their journey.

When they arrived at last at Winterfell, they were met with an understandable opposition. House Tyrell, for all the North knew, were allies of the Lannisters. An envoy from their forces was sent to parlay with a soldier of Winterfell -- a massive man with fiery hair -- and communicate the message of House Tyrell’s break from House Lannister. When their man returned some time later, he was escorted by that same giant, who called himself Torrhen. She and Olenna had been permitted access into the castle, but their men would remain outside Winterfell’s protective walls.

They were escorted to a study within the family’s solar, and were told to wait -- they would be greeted by Sansa Stark, as she would be the only one among them to confirm their identity. Margaery stood uncomfortably in the room, facing away from the door. Olenna reclined in one of the seats beside her. When the heavy door opened, Margaery inhaled softly.

“We came to offer you aid in the retaking of your home,” Margaery spoke, her lips curving into a rueful smirk as the words left her lips. She dared not turn her head to greet her former friend, though she wished too desperately. “Too little and too late, as I can clearly see. Our help was hardly needed.”

#001 #i am sorry both for how long this took and how much dumb exposition is here #NO NEED TO MATCH LENGTH

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Your life is gonna change me (Biadore) Chapter 12 - AbbiNeedless

Soooooo… Some trigger warnings? You may cry in this chapter, I cried a little bit while I was writing it so… Get tissues.

“My love, I don’t think I’ll be able to go with you to the airport.” “How are you feeling?” Bianca sat with her on the bed and took her temperature, it was normal. “It’s my back, it hurts a lot.” Adore leaned back on the headboard and looked at the ceiling. “I can stay home if you want.” “Oh no, no, no, Bea.” She took her face in her hands. “Listen to me, Bianca del Rio, you worked your ass off to get that spot in the fashion week, you’re not going to waste it because my back hurts, I’ll call my mom or Jinkx or whoever to come and take care of me but you are not staying home because of my back’s pain, you heard me?” “I did.” “Good.” She gave her a peck. “Now I want you to scare all those fashion whores with your designs, I’ll be watching from here.” “I’ll do it, hey, what about a good luck kiss?” Adore nodded and Bianca leaned forwards to kiss her wife, her lips met softly, Bianca bite softly her lip and Adore’s hands went under her blouse, playing with the line of her bra. “Tia, Marco called and said- Oh Jesus.” Valentina opened the door but closed it again at the sight of her aunts making out. “Sorry!” “You have to knock, remember?” Bianca gave Adore a last quick kiss. “I’ll see you next week.” “See you, babe.”

Bianca took her suitcase and walked out of the room.

—-

“Are we ready to board the plane?” Marco asked them. “Yeah.” “Don’t forget to put your phones in plane mode or turn them off, ladies.” “I know, Marc.” Bianca took out her phone, when she was going to turn it off an incoming call from Adore was popped on the screen, she pressed the green button. “Give a moment… Hello, my love.” “Bea…” “Baby, is something wrong?” “No, not at all, I know I last saw you like an hour ago but I wanted to hear your voice.” “Oh, Dorey…” “It’s just that after your dad leaving yesterday and you two leaving to New York today the house feels really lonely and I just wanted to hear your voice before you got on the plane.” “Well, you’re hearing me now, baby. Hey, why don’t you go to your mom’s or invite her to the house? So you can be with someone and don’t feel lonely.” “I think I’ll do it.” “Hey, queen B, we have to board the plane!” Marco yelled at her. “I’m coming! I gotta go, baby.” “Oh, right, I just… Call me when you get to New York, please.” “You know I will, I love you, my love.” “I love you too, baby, kick their asses.” “I will, for you babe, I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up and turned off her phone, she joined her coworkers and boarded the plane.

—-

It was Tuesday’s night and Adore had finally followed Bianca’s advice, Bonnie was staying on her house while her family was away, today Ernie left his children with them to spend the day while he and his wife went on a date, Aria and Ray were sitting on the floor playing with the dogs and Jesse was on the dinner room with his headphones on. Bonnie sat with her daughter on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn, they were ready to watch the New York fashion show.

“When are your girls appearing?” “From what Bianca said on her text, now.” She pulled up the cover and laid her head on her mom’s lap, all day long she had been having cramps and until the afternoon they had gotten more bearable. “What did you say was the name of Bianca’s studio?” “Karma.” “It’s their turn.”

Adore turned on the volume. Raja, Tyra, Bianca and some other designers sat on the first row, the lights of the stage turned on and the first model walked out, it was Violet and she was wearing an outfit that she has never seen; it was a short and colorful skirt and a white blouse with a embroidery design on the neck and sleeves and a headpiece she remembered seeing on her last visit to the studio.

“That’s a really cute costume, who made it?” “I think Raja.” She started to feel a little pain on her back again, she paid no mind to it, she was sure it was because of the way she slept last night, she continued watching the show.

Tyra’s model was next, Naomi was wearing a Brazil Carnival costume, it was a rhinestone bra with a matching low part, a red collar and an enormous headpiece with rhinestones and feathers, the whole outfit that covered her thin body was in red and black.

“That looks gorgeous!” “She looks like a bird.” Ray said and hugged her grandma’s leg. “Yeah, like a pajarote!”

As the others models walked the runway Adore noticed all the costumes were from other countries, that entire runway was about international fashion.

“Tia, Tia, Vale is on TV.” Ray jumped to her side and talked to her belly. “Babies, your sister is on TV!”

Their sister? Adore was shocked after hearing her nephew calling Valentina her children’s sister, then she was shocked because she got shocked after hearing Ray considering her Ethan and Willow’s older sister, it made sense, since he was born he had seen her around, he must thought she was their daughter, Valentina had been living with them for five years and Adore loved her endlessly.

He was not wrong.

She was her daughter as well.

“Jesse, look at Vale!” Ray yelled at his older brother. “I’m coming.” Jesse joined them and sat in the smaller sofa, Aria crawled to where his older brother sat and he took her on his arms. “She looks like Linda Evangelista, though.”

Adore looked at the TV and saw her wearing her mariachi costume and also wearing the earrings her grandfather had given her.

“Well, she is a model.” “Did Bianca make that costume?” Her mom asked her. “She did.” “God, she is such a good seamstress!” “Valentina looks really good.” Jesse said. “I know!”

Valentina left the stage, the designers got up and walked to the setting joined by the presenter.

“That was a great collection, what were your inspirations?” He asked them with his high pitched voice. “We wanted to show a different side of the immigrants, oh yes, I said that.” Bianca said on the microphone. “Sadly the only thing that a lot of American people see on the immigrants is just that, that they’re immigrants and this ignorance is even bigger now with our actual president. They don’t see what’s behind them, they don’t see the beautiful cultures that are part of these amazing people. So we asked ourselves; how can we show these people that? And this was our answer.” “Yeah, we created this Worldwide Collection featuring typical clothing from a lot of countries.” Raja said and passed the microphone to Tyra. “India, China, Mexico, Brazil, Ecuador, South Korea , Guatemala, all of these countries have something in common, most of the immigrants in North America are from those specific places and we decided to do a tribute of their cultures by creating this collection.” “And what a better way of showing it!” The presenter said, the models walked the runway again making a line and joined them on top of the stage. “Thank you for this amazing collection, Karma Studios.”

They made a little bow and left the stage.

“That was such a good show!” Bonnie said, she noticed that Adore was holding something back, she had her eyes shut and her lips pressed on a line. Bonnie helped Ray to get down and looked at her daughter. “Adore, are you ok?” “My back and my stomach hurts.” “Did you eat something spicy or dairy?” “No, I haven’t eaten since… Mom.” “What?” “I think I just pissed myself.” Bonnie took the cover from her and saw all of her daughter’s clothes were sodden “Shit, Adore that’s not pee… Adore, the pain you’ve been feeling are contractions.” “What? It can’t be, I’m only seven months, they shouldn’t been- Holy shit!” She felt a hard pressure on her belly and her back. “Mom…” “Grandma?” Jesse looked terrified, it seemed that he was going to throw up. “Shit, shit, shit, I have to take you to the hospital.” She looked at her older grandson. “Jesse, call your dad and tell him to come back, we have to go and you’re in charge of your siblings while your dad arrives.” Bonnie rushed to the nursery. “What are you doing, mom?” “We have to take some things for the babies in case they’re born today! Jesse, help your aunt!”

Adore tried to get up from the sofa after her mom left but she couldn’t do it.

“Tia, are you ok?” Her nephew took her hand and rubbed circles on her back. “No, Jesse, I’m not.” She failed at holding her tears back. This was not supposed to happen now, she had done everything right, she had taken every vitamin, she had taken every special care that Sasha told her, she had gone to every appointment, she had done everything right and at the end she failed.

She failed again.

This was not fair.

—-

“You’re gonna be ok, Adore.” Her mom sat on the driver’s seat and started the car’s machine. “Breathe, baby, breathe.” “Mom, nothing is gonna be ok! My water was not supposed to break now, I’m not even eight months.” “Adore, being in this state is not gonna help you or the babies.” She tried to remain calm as she drove through Lincoln boulevard. “Mom, this is not supposed to happen now!” She felt an acute pain on her lower back. “Mom, this hurts!” She let out a tearing sob. “I know it does, we’ll be in the hospital soon.” “Not soon enough!” She took out her cellphone and passed it to her mom. “Call Bianca, tell-tell her that Ethan and Willow are coming.” “Baby, I’m driving.” “I know you are, I’m not stupid!” She saw her mom pressing her lips and focusing on the way. “I’m sorry, mom, I didn’t want to yell.” “Don’t be, I know what you’re going through.” Bonnie took Marina freeway and turned right to W Slauson avenue. “Where now?” “Just drive straight this street.” “There is the hospital.” Bonnie entered the parking lot and parked in front of the hospital’s door where a short guy and bald lady were waiting with a wheel chair. “Are they waiting for us?” “Yeah, she is our doctor, Sasha. I called her.” “Why is she bald, is she sick or something?” “No.” Bonnie got out of the car and opened the door for her. “Hi, Sasha.” “Hello, Adore.” The short guy took the wheelchair next to her car and helped her sit down. “Mrs. Delano.” “Noriega, please, I go my single name again.” “Mrs. Noriega.” Sasha nodded and a man joined her. “Jay can park your car so you can come with us.” “Yes, just let me take this shit with me.” Bonnie took two bags from the back of the car and gave Jay the keys. “Thank you, mijo.” “No problem.” He got into the car and drove away.

Bonnie walked with them and registered Adore, a nurse took them to a big room and helped Adore get into the bed and connected a sensor on her finger and another one on her belly so they could monitor the babies as well, a few minutes later Sasha appeared again.

“Sasha, what’s happening with my babies?” Adore asked her nervous. “A twins’ pregnancy tends to be over sooner than normal pregnancies, I told you that it was probably that they would be born around the eighth month.” “Yeah but you said that if they were premature babies they would born around October 15th not September 25th!” “I know I said that, but it seems it would be sooner than we thought. Adore, I’ll make sure your babies are born in the best conditions, trust me.” She checked the levels on the monitors. “I see… Adore, I have to check you down there.” “Oh, ok.”

While Sasha washed her hands Bonnie took her cellphone out and walked out of the room.

“Mom?” “I’m going to call Bianca, I’ll be back in a minute.”

—-

Marco passed a bottle of wine to Raja and closed the door, she looked back at her friends.

“Bea, that was such a good explanation of our project!” Raja said and poured her a glass of wine. “It was really good.” Tyra added. “Thank you, ladies, it was like a smack on the face of Donald Trump.” “I can bet he is gonna tweet about us in the next hours.” Courtney said and sat with Bianca. “Melania and Ivanka were in the audience, right?” “Yes, they were and they looked uncomfortable.” “Cheers for that!” Raja raised her glass and was joined by her coworkers, Bianca heard her cellphone ringing somewhere in the room. “Hey, Court, can you get that for me?” “Sure.” She got up and took her cellphone from her purse. “Hello?” “Ok, ladies.” Raja said. “What are we presenting tomorrow?” “I’m presenting my ‘Gone by the window’ dress.” “Work! What about you, Bea?” “I’m presenting the yellow dress with the removable tulle skirt, Val is gonna dance on it for the audience.” “Yas, Bea! That’s gonna make them gag.” “I’m counting on my niece to do that.” She took a sip of her wine and saw that Courtney was looking shocked as she heard someone speaking on Bianca’s phone. “Courtney, who’s that?” “Bianca, it’s your mother in law, something happened to Adore.”

Bianca put her glass on the table and ran to her, Courtney gave her the phone.

“Bonnie?” “Thank God you took the phone.” She sounded relieved. “Bonnie, did something bad happen to her? To the babies?” “Yes, something like that, her water broke.” “What?” She caught her friends’ attention. “What do you mean her water broke?” “Exactly that. The babies are going to be born tonight.”

Bianca felt how the air abandoned her lungs, she felt she was going to faint but Courtney caught her, her hands were shaking.

“Bon, are you sure of what you’re telling me?” “Yes, Bianca, I saw how her water broke and I took her to the hospital myself, I’m outside of her room and your doctor is checking on her.” “Fuck… I’m- I’m going to take the next flight to California, I can be there in a few hours.” “You have to hurry, Bea.” “I will, I’m leaving.”

She hung up and looked at her friends.

“What happened?” Raja took her hand. “My babies, they’re coming today.” “What? Today?” “Yes, Tyra, today.” She opened the door and went to her room with them by her back, she took her suitcase and packed everything that was out, she took her sketchbook and tablet and handed them to Courtney. “I need you to finish this week without me.” “What?” “You worked as hard as I did in these costumes, you can give my interviews and reviews.” “Bea…” “Please, Courtney, I need your help.” “I will.” “Thank you, thank you so much.” She hugged her friend with all of her strength, Raja joined the hug and wrapped her arms around them. “We… We’re going to look for Valentina and tell her you’re leaving.” Raja said. “Keep an eye on her, please.” “We will.”

Raja and Courtney left her with Tyra on the room, Bianca finished packing, she unlocked her cellphone and opened the Delta webpage to book her flight back home.

“Bianca.” “Yes?” “I know how you’re feeling.” “Yeah, sure.” She typed her credit card number on her phone. “Well, not really how you are feeling but how Adore must be feeling right now.” “What do you mean?”

Tyra sighed and removed the bracelet she had on her right wrist, Bianca saw there was a name tattooed on her skin, ‘Jeremiah’.

“I have a son, he is eight years old and he is the reason why I live.” She put the bracelet on the bed in front of her. “Nine years ago I was finishing college with the best grades, I had a nice boyfriend and a lot of friends, I was living in a dream but then I got pregnant. My boyfriend dumped me, he said my baby was not his and my friends stopped talking to me, I couldn’t go out to the clubs or bars with them anymore and my mom kicked me out of the house. My world fell apart in front of my eyes and the only thing I was sure of was my baby. I lived during my entire pregnancy with a friend and when I was around my sixth month I felt something was wrong with him, I had to be taken to urgencies, the doctor told me that my placenta was calcified and my baby was not growing correctly, I had to have a caesarean section.” “Oh Tyra…” “It was the worst time of my life, when I saw my baby I saw that he was so little and I thought I may break him if I touch him, the doctors were not sure if he was going to survive but I knew Jeremiah was strong, he conquered, he survived and now eight years later he is with me. He is fine and I know that if he could make it, your children will make it as well.” “Wow, that’s… I didn’t know you lived through that.” “It’s not a story that I tell a lot of people.” Tyra traced a finger over her tattoo. “Bianca, I’m sorry if you felt that my intentions were malicious, I swear I didn’t mean them to come up like that.” “Why did you give my address to my mom, Tyra?” “No mother should be excluded from her children’s lives.” “And when you told me I should stay with Adore instead of coming to New York?” “I had the feeling something could go wrong.” “And you were right…” Bianca received a notification, her flight was booked and it took off in an hour and a half. “I have to go the airport.” “Let me ask for an uber for you.” “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me, that’s what friends are for.”

—-

Sasha looked at her.

“Ok, Adore, you are two centimeters.” “That little?” “Yeah, you are a new mother so this process may take longer for you.” “Oh my God, why?” She covered her eyes with her arm, she felt how Sasha sat on the bed and took the arm from her face. “Adore, you are not in a lot of pain.” “I am in pain!” “But is it physical or emotional?” “I…” “This is harder without Bianca by your side, isn’t it?” “It is.” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “I thought that when Ethan and Willow arrived Bianca would be by my side taking my hand and telling me everything was gonna be fine.” “I lived the same experience.” “You did?” “Yes.” Sasha took off the gloves. “My husband was not here for our daughter’s arrival.” “What do you mean?” “My husband Jaren and I had a baby a few years ago.” “Jaren, have I met him?” “Maybe you’ve seen him around in one of your appointments.” She put the stethoscope on the bed. “When my baby was going to born Jaren had to leave to Canada for his work, when he came back a week later I already had Harriet with me, going through the delivery without him was hard and the first days after Harriet was born were hell without him but in the moment he came back all was better.” “…” “I know Bianca is going to be here soon enough.” She took the stethoscope and got up from the bed. “If you want to hurry the dilation you can try walking with your mom, I’ll be back in 30 minutes to check on you.”

—-

After six hours flying Bianca’s plane landed safely in California’s airport, while she waited for her suitcase she turned on her phone and started reading all of her messages.

Marco: Tyra already told me what happened, don’t worry, Courtney and Valentina are taking over, I’ll make sure everything goes right and I’ll keep an eye on your niece

Raja: I’m sending you all my love and good vibes, I hope everything is ok

Valentina: Tia, I’m so sorry, I should have left with you

She typed an answer.

Tia B: No, kiddo, you have to be there, show them what the del Rio can do! Valentina: but you’re always there for me when I need you! I wanted to be there for you Valentina: It’s not fair that this happened when we were in NY Tia B: Sadly life is not fair, baby Tia B: I’m heading to the hospital, I’ll call you later

She took her suitcase and called for a taxi, while the driver took her to the hospital she dialed Adore’s phone number.

Beep… beep… beep… “Come on, pick up…” “Hello?” “Bonnie? It’s Bianca.” “Bianca, where are you?” “A few minutes from the hospital, how’s Adore?” “She is here with me, she is tired.” “Can I speak with her?” “Sure… Dorey, it’s Bianca.” She heard how the phone was handed to her wife. “Bea?” “Adore, I’m so glad I can finally talk with you, are you ok?” “I don’t want to answer that question, Bea but I already had the epidural.” She sounded disappointed. “Oh, Dorey, you didn’t want it.” “I know I said I didn’t but this hurts a fucking lot, you don’t have an idea.” “I’m sorry I said that.” “It doesn’t matter.” “I’ll be there in a few minutes, I’ll be by your side, my love.”

Adore hung up.

—-

Bianca rushed to the reception desk and saw Cynthia sitting in her chair.

“Hi Cynthia, you know where is Adore?” “Hi corazón, I do just let me…” She typed something on her computer and wrote Bianca’s name on a sticker. “Paste this in your dress, Adore is in room 326 in the third floor.” “Thank you, Cynthia.” “You’re welcome, mi amor, and I’m praying everything goes well.”

Bianca thanked her again and entered the elevator and pressed the third floor button, she needed to see her wife now.

—-

Contractions had gotten worse in the last hours, she was having them every four minutes now and every contraction was worse than the last one.

“Ok, Adore, let’s see how you’re doing.” Sasha checked her again. “Hey, you’re gonna be ok, baby.” Her mom kissed her forehead. “You’re eight centimeters, we’re almost there.” “Can I push now?” “No, you have to wait until you are ten centimeters to push.” Sasha said with her calm voice. “This sucks!”

They heard a knock on the door, Bonnie went to attend it.

“You don’t have to wait a lot, Adore, you’re doing great and possibly in an hour you’ll be able to push.” “I wanted to push until Bianca was here and she hasn’t arrived.” “You are wrong, my love.” Bianca entered the room with Bonnie by her side, Adore noticed she still had the make-up from last night and was also wearing the same dress she wore to the show. “Bea…” She let out a sob, Bianca wrapped her arms around her and Adore hide her face on her neck, letting out all of the tears she had been holding since her talk with Sasha. “I’m here, I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed her head, she heard the door closing on her back. “I’m sorry I fucked this up.” “You didn’t fuck up anything.” She pressed her lips on her forehead. “I did! Look at me, I’m full of wires and I’m dilating, Ethan and Willow are going to be here sooner than what they should be!” “Adore, listen to me.” She took her face on her hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong, babies come when they want to come.” “But they shouldn’t want to come now!” She felt another contraction. “Holy shit, this hurts.” “Hey, lay down.” Bianca guided her to the bed again. “They’re going to be fine, you’re going to be fine, we’ll make sure of that, do you trust me?” “I trust you my life, I always have.” “Then trust me when I say that our kids are going to be ok.” She guided her face to her belly. “Ethan, Willow, listen to mama; we are going to meet you today and even though we wanted to wait a little bit longer we will welcome you with the same excitement and love, aren’t we, Dorey?” “Yes, we are.” Bianca gave her belly a long kiss. “Bea, can you cuddle with me?” “Anything for you.”

She took off her heels and got into the bed behind her, Bianca sat against the headboard and Adore sat between her legs and leaned against her bosom, it was more comfortable than just being lie down on the plain hospital bed, she felt safe with her protective wife’s arms around her.

Contractions were not as bad now that Bianca was with her.

Bianca’s phone screen lit up with a notification, it was twitter.

@realdonaldtrump: Those were the words of a sad and uninformed woman. Ignorance is not bigger now that I am president… @realdonaldtrump: …you are the ignorant! We are never buying clothes from Karma Studios ever again!

She gave Adore her phone.

“It seems that the cheeto got mad at me.” “Can I type an answer?” “Sure.”

@thebiancadelrio: We’ve never sold you our designs, anyways.

“He may block you after this, you know?” She gave her the phone back. “I don’t give a fuck.”

After an hour and 20 minutes Sasha came back and checked her one last time, the whole night and morning had been full of pain, Adore was really tired and sore.

Sasha looked at them.

“Is everything ok?” Bonnie asked her, Sasha took a deep breath. “You are ten centimeters but the babies are not coming.” “What does that mean?” Adore asked her, she felt afraid of whatever Sasha was going to say. “Adore, we need to prepare you for a C-section.”

Bianca looked away and Bonnie covered her mouth, Adore couldn’t process what Sasha had said.

“No, no, that can’t be.” She looked at her wife. “Bianca, I want to push.” “I’m sorry, baby but-“ “Bea, I want to push, plea-“ “I’m going to be brutally honest with you.” Sasha said and pointed to the monitor that was connected to her belly. “The babies’ heart pulses are falling and if you don’t have C-section your babies could die, even you could die.”

Breathing was difficult after hearing Sasha say those words, she put her hands around her belly and looked at her doctor.

“This is the only way, right?” “I fear it is.” “I understand, am I having it now?” “You are, I’ll call the nurse to help you prepare.” “Can I enter to the operation room with her?” Bianca asked her. “Yeah, you can, I’ll tell Ivy to bring you the necessary clothes.” She looked at Bonnie. “Mrs. Noriega, I have to ask you to wait on the waiting room, you can call other family members if you need their support.” “Thank you, Sasha, I will.”

—-

-Courtney added Bianca to the conversation-

Will: Bitch, is Adore ok? Alaska: Courtney just told us what happened Jinkx: Do you need any help?

Bianca is typing…

Bianca: Adore is having a c-section Chris: holy shit… Katya: Wait, now? Bianca: yes, she was dilated and ready to push but the babies were not coming and their pulse started to fall Jinkx: my God… can we go to see her? Bianca: we’re about to enter the operations room Bianca: you can come but they’ll make you wait in the waiting room Chris: I’m heading to the hospital right now, I don’t give a fuck if I have to wait there for hours Bianca: thank you, Chris Bianca: Bonnie is in the waiting room and I think Ernie and Frankie are there as well Chris: Ok, I hope everything goes well

—-

Adore was wheeled to the operation room by Bianca, when they entered the room she was surprised to see the amount of doctors and nurses that were there, Adore recognize the chubby doctor that was talking with a dark skinned man.

“Doctor Minj?” “Adore?” She approached to them and kneeled in front of her. “After all these years the Idol is my patient again?” “Yes but I like to think these are better conditions.” “Are you sure of that?” “Well, it’s not as bad having you making sure I didn’t have a broken rib or checking if my throat was damaged and if my breathing was normal.” “Well, everyone one has a different point of view.” She patted her shoulder and nodded to the anesthesiologist. “Jaren here is going to put the intravenous with the anesthesia on your arm, you are still not afraid of needless, right?” “I’m not.” “Good.” Jaren took her arm and cleaned it with a cotton ball with alcohol on it, “You are Sasha’s husband, right?” “I am.” He looked for the vein and got the intravenous on it. “Look at that, Sasha, at the first try.” “What do you mean? You normally had to put the needle in a lot of times?” “He is just joking, Bianca, pay him no mind.” Sasha said and finished preparing her instruments.

Bianca and Ivy helped Adore to lay down on the operating table, Bianca sat by her side while the doctors waited until the anesthesia did effect and started the surgery, Adore felt the movements on her stomach.

“Hey, Bianca.” She whispered to her wife. “Yes, baby?” “Tell me something good.” She asked and started to felt high. “Something good, tell you something good… Do you remember our honeymoon?” “I do.” “We arrived to that big ass hotel in Puerto Rico and you told me you’ve never been in such a luxurious hotel before.” “I hadn’t, I was not lying.” “Our room had an incredible view to the ocean and you loved to sit there and watch the sunset. We also had a lot of fun with April in Guaynabo.” “We saw the turtles!” Adore felt the doctors’ hands moving inside of her. “And a fish that looked like Nemo.” “You wanted to take it here.” “He was cute!” She felt like someone was punching her on the stomach but she didn’t feel the pain. “Yeah, he was.” “Wow.” Adore looked at the ceiling’s lamp. “Bea, that looks really bright, it’s like a little sun inside of the hospital.” “That’s a lamp, Dorey.” “No, Bea, it’s a sun. They have a sun inside of this room.” Adore felt a pushing and tugging sensation on her stomach and next thing she saw was one of her kids being held up for her to see. “Here is your daughter, Adore.” Bianca nearly cried, their girl was really small and at the same time so beautiful, she looked like a small Adore. Ivy took the little girl to her and Adore kissed her little head. “My Willow…” Ivy took the little girl from her and left the room. “Where is she taking her? Where is she taking my daughter?” “She is taking her to the neonatal unit, she is going to be just fine.” Adore couldn’t tell whose was the voice she heard, she looked back at the doctors and after a minute her little boy was held up. “Here is your boy.” “Ethan.” Another nurse whose name Adore couldn’t remember took the boy to her, Adore saw him open her little eyes it was like he was looking something. “My little boy, he is looking for his sister…” The monitor started to beep very fast, the nurse took the baby and left the room as the doctors put an oxygen mask on Adore’s face. “What’s happening?” Bianca saw the doctors getting more instruments. “We need more suction here.” “She is bleeding too much.” “She is what?” Bianca was terrified, no one answered her questions. “Mrs. Del Rio, we need you to step out.” Another nurse guided her outside of the room. “We have everything under control.” “No, no, what’s going on? What happened to her?” “Everything is going to be ok.” “What happened to my wife? Answer to me!”

She got her out of the operations room and closed the door in front of her face.

#abbineedless #biadore #lesbian au #kinda smut #romance #fluff #angst #moms #sad past #rpdr fanfiction #pregnancy #bianca del rio #adore delano #your life is gonna change me

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thewahookid · 4 years ago

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Mary Queen of Heaven! Rule over us!

November 3, 2020St. Martin de Porres Dear Family of Mary! Today in the United States, we vote to elect a president and vice president. Our country seems to be deeply divided and hurting. (Please pray for us in the USA) I believe that many countries are in the same state right now. Division and strife seem to be growing like a cancer everywhere. We know that the author of this strife and division is the devil himself. He is a powerful adversary. But he will be beaten by a Woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars. And that Woman is Mary, the Mother of Jesus. And how blessed are we to have this Woman, this Mother with us. Our Lady of Medjugorje has been guiding those of us who will listen to her call since 1981. Her words cut through all our divisions and show the way of love. Take as an example this message from July 25, 2020: “Dear children! In this peaceless time in which the devil is harvesting souls to draw them to himself, I am calling you to persevering prayer, so that in prayer you discover the God of love and hope. Little children take the Cross in your hands. May it be your encouragement for love to always win, in a special way now when the Cross and faith are rejected. You be a reflection and an example with your lives that faith and hope are still alive, and a new world of peace is possible. I am with you and intercede for you before my Son, Jesus. Thank you for having responded to my call.” (July 25, 2020) Our Lady is with us as our Queen, the Woman clothed with the sun!! And as Queen she will triumph over Satan and free her children at last from his control. In this moment of history, we need to celebrate our Queen and stay very close to her. So, I am sharing a beautiful prayer to Our Lady, Queen of Heaven, written by Pope Pius XII. There is power in declaring the truth about Our Lady and about God’s plan for us. The Father wants Our Lady to be our Queen, in a practical and real way. Her rule over us will protect us from Satan and defeat his plans. So today, let’s pray this prayer many times for our poor world, so under attack: Prayer to Mary, Queen of Heaven by Pope Pius XII From the depths of this vale of tears where sorrowing humanity makes weary progress, through the surges of this sea of ours, endlessly buffeted by the winds of passion, we raise our eyes to you, O most beloved Mother Mary, to be comforted by the contemplation of your glory and to hail you as Queen of heaven and earth, Queen of mankind. With legitimate filial pride, we wish to exalt your queenship and to recognize it as due to the sovereign excellence of your whole being, O dearest one, truly mother of him who is King by right, by inheritance and by conquest. Reign, O Mother and Queen, by showing us the path of holiness and by guiding and assisting us that we may never stray from it. In the heights of heaven you exercise your primacy over the choirs of angels who acclaim you as their sovereign, and over the legions of saints who delight in beholding your dazzling beauty. So, too, reign over the entire human race, above all by opening the path of faith to those who do not yet know your Divine Son. Reign over the Church, which acknowledges and extols your gentle dominion and has recourse to you as a safe refuge amid the calamities of our day. Reign especially over that part of the Church which is persecuted and oppressed; give it strength to bear adversity, constancy never to yield under unjust compulsion, light to avoid falling into the snares of the enemy, firmness to resist overt attack, and at every moment unwavering faithfulness to your kingdom. Reign over men’s minds, that they may seek only what is true; over their wills, that they may follow solely what is good; over their hearts, that they may love nothing but what you yourself love. Reign over individuals and over families, as well as over societies and nations; over the assemblies of the powerful, the counsels of the wise, as over the simple aspirations of the humble. Reign in the streets and in the squares, in the cities and the villages, in the valleys and in the mountains, in the air, on land and on the sea; and hear the pious prayers of all those who recognize that yours is a reign of mercy, in which every petition is heard, every sorrow comforted, every misfortune relieved, every infirmity healed, and in which, at a gesture from your gentle hands, from death itself there arises smiling life. Obtain for us that all who now in every corner of the world acclaim and hail you Queen and Lady may one day in heaven enjoy the fullness of your kingdom in the vision of your Divine Son, who with the Father and the Holy Spirit, live and reign forever and ever. Amen https://www.mdrevelation.org/prayer-to-mary-queen-of-heaven-by-pope-pius-xii/ In Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Cathy Nolan©

Mary TV 2020

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inflagranteinnuendo · 7 years ago

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Can you please do a smutty Barba for me? Where he and I have an age gap and he’s helping me study for finals, please?

AHH hello my first ask thank you so much!!! So I don’t know how to run a blog really yet so I’m gonna give my go at how I’d like to run it/format it but if you don’t like this/this isn’t what you want please let me know! I hope this is okay?? stop i love you

Also wowza this is long and i go to college so i don’t think this is a sustainable practice but i really really wanted to do a good job for my first shot

- Rafael Barba is a very important man, whom you love endlessly, but it intimidates you when you aren’t quite an established person, still working through school. Of course he has none of that, constantly reminding you that you’re just as important as he is, your age has nothing to do with what a bright person you are, and fuck the socialites at the rubber chicken dinners who have anything to say otherwise.- He’s often the one who stays up all night, and he’s very eager to have a night to relax and have some fun with you.-Except its finals week. - For the most part, he’s left you to your own devices. He’s tidied up the house, made you dinner, while you just keep on highlighting and turning pages. When it comes time to retire, you’re still nowhere near done.- “Cariño, you’ve been studying all day. You’re going to do so well, come to bed?”- You simply sigh and make a note before flipping another page, “Rafi, I really gotta get this down. My grade depends on it.”- He plops down beside you, and quirks a brow and smirks, “Well, why don’t I help you out a bit? What do they call it, incentivized studying?”- You do not have time for this but… boy oh boy, he looks gorgeous, hair a little unkempt from the housework, in his casual clothes. You ask what he’s got in his brilliant but, and only you’d know it, filthy mind.- “Vale, I’ll ask you some questions from the back, you get it right and we alternate and each take a piece of clothing off.”- That stupid, stupid smirk. Well… you did need to go over the review questions.- You’ve been studying all day, he knew you what you were doing, and his plan gets you both undressed in no time. Almost. You get a bit stumped on the question that would get his boxers off. That bulge isn’t helping your focus. You take a deep breath, think it through, and give it a shot.- “Perfect, mi amor… Don’t you think its time we take the studying to the bedroom? After all, they say sleeping on material helps you retain it-”- You cut him off by slamming your mouth onto his. You’ve been working so hard, you’ve earned it. He hikes your legs around his waist and sets out to carry you to bed when you, out of breath, pull your lips apart.- “Can we at least bring the book along?”- An important part of test taking is confidence, and Rafael knows just how to make you feel like the smartest girl in the world. Once your back hits the mattress, he’s between your legs, licking and nipping and repeating over and over how smart you are, the incredible things you’re going to do, how you’re going to ace those finals- and you’d ask him to shut up if the vibrations didn’t feel so damn good.- “Please, Rafi, I need you…”- He’s smiling when he climbs over your body and positions himself at your entrance, “Well, you did get all those questions right, didn’t you?”- He pushes in and gives it to you deep, and slow, and mutters, growls and moans praise. His fingers reach down between your bodies to rub you. He worships you- body, mind and soul.- “Rafael, I’m so close…”- He picks up his pace and lifts himself up enough to eye the book. “Hmm… well, if you want me to finish you off, mi amor, you’ll have to get one last question right-”- He’s interrupted by your whining and begging, and he chuckles before picking it up again, and deeper, to get you there.- You dig your nails into his back and scream his name when you finish, and he is pushed over the edge by watching and feeling you. - He collapses beside you and you both come down. He pushes back some hair sticking to your face and kisses your cheek, “You really are going to ace that test.”- You nip at his throat, “Thanks for helping me study, Rafi.”

Did I do it????

#rafael barba

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abeautifulblog · 7 years ago

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you are honestly my favorite fanfiction author of all time, and it feels sort of back-handed in a weird inexplicable way to have "fanfiction" preface that... in my very humble opinion, if was to list my favorite (no preface) authors of all time, you'd definitely be in my top three; beaten only by Mitch Albom and Scott F. Fitzgerald for me, and youre steadfast one of the main authors I re/read for inspiration when i write... who are the authors that inspire you most??

O wow! That is – some high praise indeed, I am deeply honored. :) It’s gratifying to hear that this fic is resonating with you, because it is the most personal piece of fiction I’ve ever written. (Honestly, I’d be happy not to write anything this personal ever again.)

As for the authors who have influenced me (strap in)…

One of the most influential writers when I was a teenager was Anne Rice and her vampire series, though I think it was less about the vampire thing and more about the raging homoeroticism (I joke that Anne Rice made me gay) and the intense, almost claustrophobic emotional intensity of those books. I’ve actually written about her influence on my writing here. (I don’t update that blog anymore, I don’t even know how to approve/respond to comments anymore, but it’s got a pretty extensive archive for people who like hearing me talk about media.)

It’s interesting because just recently (like, last week) I reread a few of her earlier books – Queen of the Damned, The Vampire Lestat, and I’m about halfway through Tale of the Body Thief – and was reminded that yes, she was in fact really good before she went off the rails. (After Tale of the Body Thief, the rest of the series is nigh-unreadable.) She writes lonely people really well – the struggle of endlessly trying to achieve intimacy and failing. When I’m on my game and writing powerful emotional content, I feel like my style owes a lot to the way she does descriptions, which is… kind of hard to describe, but it’s like… emotive language in unexpected combinations? Pairing descriptions of the landscape with adjectives that tie in to the character’s emotional state, or abstract nouns with adjectives that describe a physical sensation. I don’t know, I don’t have any specific examples I can give, but I’ll catch myself writing sometimes and go “ooh that’s good” followed by “haha, you’re pulling an Anne Rice.”

Besides Anne Rice, most of what I read is sci-fi/fantasy; I tend to have very little use for realistic/literary fiction. (Which is why it’s kind of funny that I’m 70k and counting into a suburban love story.) I like SFF, and I like it gay, and for many years it was my quest to find and read every book in the intersection of that particular Venn diagram – the fruits of my quest are here, The Gay Fiction Booklist That Doesn’t Suck. Anything with a throbbing “top pick” icon next to it is, well, exactly that, but I’m not sure whether I’d call them an influence, because I was already in my twenties by the time I read them, so my literary style was kind of settled by then.

(Although when I need to read something to ~get me in the mood~ for writing, Karin Lowachee, Jacqueline Carey, and Sarah Monette are excellent choices for top-notch prose and top-notch emotional engagement.)

Someone who’s not on that list is a relatively obscure manga writer named Miyamoto Kano, who I really wish I could rec to a wider audience, but her work is mostly inaccessible if you don’t read Japanese. Her stories have been a very strong influence on the way I write romance, namely that in the real world, sex doesn’t actually resolve anything (except sexual tension, I guess), and it is not where you should be investing your narrative tension. I’m much more a fan of letting characters jump into bed with each other before they’ve finished working out their shit, and not making the resolution of the drama hinge on them having sex.

(…Which, again, funny – because we’re 70k into A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood and they still haven’t shagged, which means I’m writing exactly what I say I don’t write.)

I’m also a huge fan of Miyamoto’s brand of off-beat realism, that you’ll get these moments of comic absurdity popping up even at the most dire moments because that’s what life is. The universe has no respect for your personal crisis, and you get weird/funny/distracting shit popping up when you’re just trying to have a good cry, or a good solid screaming match. To reiterate my favorite George Bernard Shaw quote: “Life doesn’t cease to be funny when people die, any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.” Miyamoto gets that, so beautifully.

And I’m probably forgetting something, but those are the strongest fiction influences I can think of. I read a lot of nonfiction too in order to understand people better on both an individual and a societal level – my top picks would be Influence (Cialdini), Whipping Girl (Serrano), Made to Stick (Heath), On Killing (Grossman), Stigma (Goffman), Collapse (Diamond). (With a much longer list of specialty books for specific subjects.)

For learning how to write emotional involvement, I am a serious nerd for narratology and I recommend Dorrit Cohn’s Transparent Minds. It’s not a book on how to write, it’s one that documents the different methods for conveying a character’s consciousness to a reader. I read it for my thesis, but it wound up being an epiphany, because it explained exactly why some books achieve so much more emotional engagement than others.

And lastly, because it would be ungenerous not to give a shout-out to the very excellent fanfics that are no doubt feeding into my own writing in some way, here’s a sampling of some lesser-known favorites:

Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) - Steve/Bucky, with a very different take on Bucky than what you usually see. I guess maybe this one isn’t so unknown anymore, but I FOUND IT BEFORE IT WAS POPULAR.

Odi et Amo - Eagle of the Ninth, aka, that movie set in Roman Britain where Channing Tatum and Jamie Bell were being hella gay at each other. This fic is a Dead Poets Society fusion, beautifully atmospheric, makes you wish you knew more about poetry.

Love Is All You Need To Destroy Your Enemies - Dresden Files/Welcome to Night Vale crossover. So good that I don’t even begrudge it having dethroned my own Dresden fic from being top-in-fandom.

World Ain’t Ready - Les Miz high school AU. You don’t need to know anything about Les Miz to enjoy this; I didn’t! :D

In His Image - Supernatural, Dean/Castiel. There are a number of fics that are reworkings of season 5, but this one is brilliant. Like when you’re all of a page into the first chapter of a fic and you can feel a smile starting to spread across your face because, oh, oh, this writer is GONNA BE GOOD.

If You Liked The Book, You’ll Hate The Movie - X-Men: First Class, another high school AU because why not. I have a weakness for weird, dysfunctional people being weird and dysfunctional.

…And that does not even scratch the surface of the fics I’ve read and enjoyed, but yeah.

I should stop now. Thank you for reading this far.

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