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hello!! thank you for making second part of Luka fanfic!!!
may i request Luka x reader is Marinette's sister(just hear me out. they are exes. it's probably weird to date your sister's ex but it's only a fanfiction so I'm trying not to think to deeply about). i hope you don't mind. feel free to ignore my request!!!
(i think it will work greatly if reader was opposite of marinette for "balance" but everything is up to you)
It took me a long time to find the story, but I finally found my Google Documents account, I have a lot, don't question it, anyway, now I found your message and I'm posting the story, sorry if it's a little bad, I'm still going to do a part 2 hehe, sorry again, and sorry for my bad english
(fluff, Reader is oblivious to Luka's passion, End of relationship , 4 temp de miraculos spoiler, ep true, crocoduel, e dear family, reader doesn't know that marinette is ladybug
Adrien and Marinette know about Luka's passion )
𝕷𝖚𝖐𝖆 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗!𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗
"It was not long ago when your sister confessed that she was moving on, you were so proud. It had been a while since you heard from your sister how perfect your friend Adrien Agreste was, it seemed more like an obsession than a crush, but knowing your sister's traumas you put it on the same level as a crush, as it was a childish crush. Being a year older than your sister, you always try to set an example, and often Marinette asks for advice on relationships, which you may have some knowledge about due to your past relationships, but you are still proud even with Marinette's decisions, after all, she is growing up, she is becoming mature."
If she didn't keep holding onto her secrets, it was getting weirder. Your sister would stay up late into the night, some days with dark circles under her eyes, and you had to help cover them with makeup because she didn't want to worry her friends. You still believed she needed to sleep and relax; it was starting to cause problems. Her relationship with her friends was in conflict along with her relationship with Luka. Not only that, but she seemed to be hiding things from everyone, like a ticking time bomb.
It was not long ago that you entered Marinette's room, pulled her onto the couch, and gently asked her to relax.
"You're keeping things to yourself. You're keeping them as if you're protecting others, but you're actually hurting yourself!" It was at that moment that Marinette had a realization of what was happening. Marinette looked at you, at your sad and worried eyes.
"I'm sorry!" she cried out as she hugged you, and you hugged her back. "It's just that everything is suffocating me. I have to be class president and a friend to my friends, but I just can't handle this responsibility. I still like Adrien even though I'm with Luka, and I feel guilty because everyone believes in me! I can't tell them how I feel! I'm just a pathetic girl!" As you ran your hand over her back, you watched your sister cry on your shoulder. You hugged her and comforted her about it.
"Everyone has secrets, Marinette. It's okay to keep them, but sometimes you have to trust people more. You think everyone is depending on you because you believe in yourself!" Taking Marinette's hands, you looked into her eyes. "You have to know that you're not alone! You need to let people help you. Doing things alone isn't helping you; it's hurting you! As your older sister, I'm trying my best to make you okay, but I can't do it alone. I need you to help me make you happy too! Even if it means letting go of some things! You know, go with the flow." Marinette knew on that day what she had to do. Even though she kept secrets from you, even though you were the one she could turn to for help, you were there for her. She still didn't want to put you at risk, even if it meant revealing her true work.
Marinette began to admire you more. You were right, and Marinette realized that. It was on that day that she decided to end her relationship. Of course, you understood and stood by her side at that moment. You still think what she's doing is okay if it means she can be happy. You also understood Luka's side, even why he was there that day. You said it was okay to let things go; sometimes relationships don't work out, but that's okay. Not everything is perfect. And just like that day, Luka finally understood why Marinette always talked about you, why she admired you. And just like Marinette, Luka started to admire you too from that day on.
It was amazing how you always knew what to say about other people's emotions and relationships, as if you were a counselor, and some might even say you were a kind of cupid. You began to notice various posters and billboards of Ladybug and Chat Noir together, naming them the new couple of Paris. Although you were happy, your gut feeling told you something was wrong. This was when you heard Marinette shout from her room that Ladybug and Chat Noir weren't a couple. Not understanding, you just shrugged as you prepared to deliver the orders from your family bakery. You waved as you put on your helmet, leaving with music in your ears as you passed people, waving to them in greeting on a good day.
Passing through a park as a shortcut, you saw Adrien a few meters away, sitting on a bench crying. It broke your heart. One thing you were used to was hearing and seeing Marinette talk about how cool Adrien was, and having known him too, it was a strange situation to see the boy crying in a public place. With determination, you stopped your bike and left it in the corner, approaching the boy. You called out to him.
"Adrien? Are you okay?" Upon hearing your voice, the boy raised his head, quickly wiping his tears.
"Oh, hi (name)." The boy continued to look down. You put your hand on his shoulder, sitting next to him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, and the boy seems to struggle to contain himself.
"It's okay if you can't," you rub the boy's back, watching him calm down and lift his head to look at the Ladybug and Chat Noir poster.
"Hypothetically, if I've liked someone my whole life only to always be rejected, and then when I think we're okay, she confirms with words that she doesn't want me, and then I realize that maybe she doesn't even want me by her side anymore, and states that we're just partners, what do I do?"
You've heard this question somewhere before, almost similar, but you prefer to set it aside. You put your hand on the boy's shoulder, looking into his eyes.
"You know, hypothetically if that happened, what I recommend is that you let things go," observing the boy become confused, you continue, "let's just say maybe you should look for someone else. If that person didn't want to see you as a romantic partner, then maybe you should leave it like that. Sometimes moving on is better; maybe then you won't keep hurting yourself."
The boy wipes away his tears as he looks at you, smiling. You ruffle the boy's hair.
"I think I understand now, I know why Marinette and Luka like you, especially Luka," a question mark lingers in your head, but again, you prefer to leave things as they are, in the perfect balance.
"Thank you so much, (name), you've helped me a lot!" You smile at the boy as you stand up and bid him farewell. He's now looking at the sky, and you hop onto your bike, putting on your helmet. You wonder what Adrien meant, but you shrug it off as you ride away, heading home after the deliveries. You take off your helmet and put it away, shaking out your hair as you enter the bakery.
"Mom, I finished the deliveries - oh hi, Luka," you greet the boy as he picks up a package. "How's your family?" you ask, remembering the last time you saw them during Luka's mother's akumatization.
"They're fine, thank you. Were you delivering the orders?" the boy asks, turning to look at you.
"Yeah, it was just a few, so it was pretty quick."
The boy looks down at the treat in his hand, taking a deep breath before speaking again.
"You know, (name), I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime."
"Sounds good to me, we'll set a day, okay? Bye, Luka," you said as you began walking back into the bakery.
"Alright! Bye, (name)!" he replied quickly as he watched you enter the bakery, heading home. He left the bakery with a sigh.
Accepting that his relationship with Marinette had ended was already difficult, but accepting that he had feelings for his ex's older sister was even harder. And if that wasn't enough, both his ex and his friend Adrien already knew about his feelings, but it seemed like he was oblivious to it all.
It was a family day, and you watched as your grandfather and father took the galette out of the oven. You couldn't resist tasting it. It was Sunday, and you had woken up early to help your parents at the bakery. Marinette was still asleep, and you were helping your parents until she finally woke up.
"Awake, Sleeping Beauty?" you chuckled as Marinette asked for a piece. Of course, she'd wake up to the smell.
"Yeah, I was thinking I could distribute the galette with (name) to the people outside for the tasting!" she suggested.
"Great idea! It's so good to see that young people are still polite!" Your grandfather laughed as he spoke, grabbing a tray full of sliced galette. Together with Marinette, you distributed them to everyone outside.
"Happy Kings' Galette Day! Hi, Nadia! Would you like some?" you offered as Nadia and Manu took a piece and thanked you. You continued distributing.
"Happy Kings' Galette Day! Oh, hi, Luka, Juleka! How are you?" you asked as the boy took a piece of galette.
"Hmm, wow! I still don't think I'll ever get used to your parents' cooking," Luka commented, and you chuckled at his remark while offering some to Juleka, who also took a piece and enjoyed it.
"Yeah, it's really good!" Juleka agreed as you waved and walked away, unaware of the boy's gaze following you.
"Happy Kings' Galette Day!" you greeted as you entered after distributing all the galettes, putting away the tray and wiping your flour-covered hands.
"Thank you so much, (name), for helping out!" your mother said, and you simply nodded, grabbing a small plate with some galette without your parents noticing and walking off.
"Marinette hasn't tried the galette yet. I think I should give her some," you smiled, walking to her room and knocking on the door.
"Marinette?" You thought she was in her room after helping you distribute some galette. You heard noises and assumed it was her. Luckily, when you called out Marinette's name, the kwamis had time to notice that someone was about to enter.
"Kwamis! Quick, hide!" Sass said as everyone rushed into the miraculous box, hiding inside.
Climbing up the stairs, you looked inside. Marinette wasn't there anywhere, yet you entered and placed the plate on her computer desk.
"When she comes back, she'll eat it," you said as you descended the stairs again, heading to the bakery downstairs. You noticed Marinette now watching your grandfather and the mayor arguing over the last galette.
"Did I miss something?" you asked Marinette as she laughed and shook her head. You observed as your grandfather kicked out the mayor. It would've been a good meme if you had filmed it earlier.
Hearing a honk, your parents and grandfather went outside.
"Grandma?" you asked as she entered, now talking about a gift for you? Marinette already got her motorcycle, but your birthday is still far away. You don't understand, but now your grandparents and parents are discussing the early gift. Upon entering the bakery, everyone looked at Marinette as she held the box with the galette.
"Oh, I was just about to take the galette upstairs for us to eat together as a family!" you sighed in relief as everyone went upstairs to the living room, but it seemed like things still weren't resolved.
"Maybe they won't notice! But (name) isn't a little girl anymore; she's a young lady now! And I know she'll love to have the motorcycle! Isn't that right, (name)?" It seemed like things hadn't been resolved; they still insist on your birthday, which hasn't even arrived yet.
"What nonsense! (Name) will only be an adult at 18! Until then, she's still a child!"
"I'm not a child, Grandpa!" you said, already getting annoyed with your grandfather's behavior. Sure, you'll be turning 17 soon, but he still doesn't need to decide things for you.
"Allowing her to think otherwise is to educate her wrong!" your grandfather continued, ignoring your words.
"I don't think—" Marinette is interrupted by your family again.
"You came to argue again! I know my little girl better than anyone! And I think that motorcycle is too dangerous for her yet!" Your father doesn't help as he argues with your grandparents.
"You're right, son! Your mother is irresponsible!" Marinette looks at your family arguing, even you, a total pacifist of balance, was starting to get irritated with your family deciding for you. It was clear you were about to get stressed, that is if Marinette didn't see Trixx and Wayzz pointing to Tikki almost eating the galette.
"Marinette, what are you doing?" your mother asked, while Marinette, with a nervous look, holding the galette in her hands, looks at the family.
"Oh, nothing! Why don't we think it's time to try the galette?!" Marinette then quickly cuts the galette and puts it on plates, giving it to her family.
"Mmm! It looks delicious! Oops! Let's eat!" Even holding the galette, the family continues to argue, and you try to at least get a voice there.
"Your tone is too protective with your daughter! Just like your father did with him! Do you at least give her freedom?!" Your grandmother retorts as she eats.
"That's how it's done! Parents have to protect their children!" Your grandfather says as he argues with your grandmother.
"But I don't need that! I'm old enough, don't you think?!" you say as everyone still argues.
"Yes, and I'm not overprotective of her!" your father says before your mother steps in.
"Oh yes, you are! And she's not a little girl anymore!" your mother says as you agree, the argument was getting on your nerves.
"I think the motorcycle is an exaggeration!" your mother responded to your grandmother as you rub your forehead.
"What (name) lacks are rules and discipline!"
"What she really needs is more freedom!"
"What she needs is a father who can protect her!"
"Who chooses what she needs is (name) herself!"
"I could if you stopped deciding things as if I were a newborn baby!"
A fight continued for a while, but you couldn't bear to be ignored anymore when your family was making decisions for you.
"Enough! I'M TIRED OF ALL OF THIS!!" You stand up, dropping the plate with the galette, stomping your feet in irritation as you leave the room. You hadn't noticed Marinette's absence in the room; you were too irritated with the situation. Slamming the door shut, you lean against it, sighing before finally leaving and heading to your room.
"I need to relax!" you mutter as you scratch your neck, heading to your desk and grabbing your backpack. Maybe you could draw or do something until the situation resolved itself. Closing and locking the door for privacy, you put the key around your neck as you walked out of the bakery. You hadn't noticed a small purple butterfly flying towards the window of your house. You began to walk, perhaps heading to the museum, a quiet and peaceful place to relax when you needed to.
"(Name)! WHERE ARE YOU?!" You heard someone calling you; it sounded like your mother, but it might just be in your head. Ignoring it, you continue to vibe with the music in your head.
"(Name)?" You look up to see who called you, seeing Luka. Removing your headphones, you wave to him.
"Hey, Luka! How are you?" You approach the boy, who was smiling.
"So, about that matter, are you up for going out today?" Luka says, but before you can respond, you hear a crash.
"(Name)!!! YOUR GRANDMOTHER BEFANA IS GOING TO GIVE YOU YOUR FREEDOM~" You look up to see your grandmother akumatized on her motorcycle, approaching quickly.
"I guess our date will have to wait for now. Let's go!" Luka says, grabbing your hand and running, dodging Befana's shots. You manage to run into an alley, stopping to catch your breath, leaning against the wall and trying to calm your breath.
"I guess we'll postpone it for tomorrow," you joke, pointing your finger at Luka, who chuckles a bit before asking seriously, "Do you know what happened for her to be like this?"
"Family stuff, and I haven't even been gone for 5 minutes!" You say before running your hands through your hair. You don't notice Luka looking at you and then out of the alley, seeing a certain red kwami flying away, until you start hearing loud noises and the ground begins to crack.
"What's happening!?" You say, holding onto the wall, feeling the ground shake. Looking up, you notice something—a huge galette painted red with black dots.
"But what—"
"Let's go!" You're interrupted again when Luka pulls you, running out. Looking back, you see your akumatized grandfather shouting.
"(Name)! I WON'T ACCEPT THIS! YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO DATE YET!" Your grandfather shouted as he started running after you. Looking at Luka, who was dragging you as you fled from your akumatized family, you didn't even realize what your grandfather had said. You were too shocked by everything. Luckily, as you ran, you saw Ladybug and Cat Noir heading towards your house. But again, you were dragged into an alley, watching your akumatized family pass by. You take a deep breath after running so much.
"Hope Ladybug and Cat Noir end this soon!" you say, panting, while holding onto your knees.
"They will, I'm sure of it," you hear Luka say, also panting. You turn your head, smiling at him.
"Look!" You turn your head to see Ladybug's ladybugs fixing things, especially patching up you and Luka, who got a little scratched up from the situation.
"It seems like everything's resolved!" you say happily, watching everything being restored.
"Let's go see your family!" You hear Luka say, and then you agree, walking back to your house and observing everyone gathered in the bakery. You don't even notice the boy still holding your hand.
"I owe you one, Luka. Thank you," you say.
"You can repay me by going out with me tomorrow. Deal?" Luka suggests.
"Sure! Let's set the time!" you say, looking at Luka, who smiles and agrees. You finalize your farewell by hugging the boy and saying goodbye.
"(Name)!!!" you hear your family calling you in unison. You turn your head towards the bakery to see your family coming out, smiling. You sigh with a smile before entering.
"Let's finish eating the galette first, then we'll figure things out!" you say, listening to your family chatting and apologizing for the gift mishap.
Bonus:
"Sorry, guys, I couldn't get a piece of galette for all of you," Marinette apologizes to the kwamis as they watch her.
"Don't worry, Marinette! Actually, your sister came earlier today and left a plate with a piece for you. Since there was plenty, we took the liberty to eat some. Hope you don't mind," the kwamis explain.
"It's okay!" Marinette says, a bit shocked at the situation but soon smiling. "She's always like that anyway, haha."
"I have to thank her later," Marinette thought to herself.
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The reason why I need to rewatch the first three episodes of Arcane S1 is because I had genuinely forgotten Sevika was technically with Vander before she was with Silco and that fascinates me.
Vander lost her loyalty but not Silco, because he didn't have time to - would she have rejected him as well, if she'd learnt that he was planning on refusing to give up Jinx for Zaun's independence, the WHOLE reason they'd done all this ugly shit, the Whole reason she'd stayed loyal to HIM and not try to take power herself? Because she was more certain that HE could succeed in freeing Zaun than everybody else? Like I know she says in S2 specifically that they're not giving Jinx to Zaun - but that's after the Council blew up, without her having ever knowing there was another option before that.
I'm also crazy about her relationships with the sisters. Her genuine surprise when Vi shows up at the Last Drop for the first time. Like! If she was hanging with Vander's crew for years (even if maybe she was also already working with Silco? Again, need to rewatch, etc.) she saw Vi grow up. Vi knew her enough that Sevika's betrayal was still violently hurting years later. When you look at the way Sevika and Vi are brought against one another.... Do you think Sevika was another model for little Vi? Did she want to EMULATE HER???
And on the opposite side, Sevika DESPISES Jinx, that she most definitely saw grow up this time around. She's crazy! She's a liability! Silco gives her everything and anything she wants and never lets her suffer any consequences because he loves her to bit! Did she see in Jinx the hint of the weakness that had "plagued" Vander? Had she gathered the danger of Silco following Vander's steps by choosing his kid over the cause??
And yet. Despite it all. They both grieve for Silco (would Sevika and Vi, in another world, have grieved for Vander? How CLOSE was Sevika from Vander??) and Sevika is ready to use Jinx's insane actions to keep the cause going. Cause she, above all else, prioritizes Zaun. Like. When it all comes down to it, Vi and Jinx might be the emotional heirs of Vander and Silco; but Sevika and Ekko are the true heirs of Silco and Vander's ideals.
Im sad the show didn't have more time for her in arc 3, because she deserved it, imo. She's so interesting, the way she thought she had to put herself behind other figureheads her whole life,... the way she tries to take the mantle on her own but the show first says.. no.. people will folllow the blue hair girl... the people need the SYMBOL, not just the pragmatic realistic, down to fucking business angry woman.... she herself believes that too much to get on top of things... right til the end? I wish we'd had ONE more scene where she does, in fact, succeed in becoming the leader herself.
Anyway. I'm rambling again. I'm sorry. My point is. Post S2 Ekko, Sevika and Vi grudgingly building a new future for Zaun together (Jinx hiding in the vents, as ever, etc. helping in the shadows).
The whole gang carrying SUCCESSFULLY what Vander and Silco had failed to do by falling apart.
#arcane#arcane spoilers#sevika#sevika arcane#god i wish i could write fics. or at least someone could lead me to the perfect fic that explores just that#now that i thought of sevika and ekko as true political heir of vanco i cannot stop thinking about it#also: WHERE is Sevika during the whole arc 2????????#like! Why is she not with Jinx and Isha anymore? Why doesn't she follow the sisters to the commune thingy? Is she not intrigued by Victor??#i feel she would be intrigued by victor!!!!!! even if she thinks it's creepy!!!!#we deserved at least one scene to know what she was up to????
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Important message about Aaron taylor johnson and his wife
Guys we gotta start being real. I just saw a post about someone being sad that aaron was still with his wife. Guys, I know this is gonna hurt to hear. It hurt for me to realize it, but you guys need to grow the tf up. This has been happening since he got with the woman.
If you honestly think he's gonna divorce the woman who gave birth to his kids ur delusional, it's not gonna happen y'all. I'm as much of an aaron fan girl as the rest of you guys, but i'm also realistic. Let's not forget that the man has children with the woman. He obviously loves her even though.....you know. It doesn't matter. That's his marriage at the end of the day y'all. And when he was first spotted without his ring. I thought the first couple of posts about it was funny, but after about five, it got really unfunny and really weird, really quick. These videos could be affecting his mental health. And all the people on the internet being weird could also affect his mental health.
You have to remember you don't know this man AT ALLLL. Like this was a realization, I came to about a month ago. You have to grow up eventually and realize He's just a random celebrity. Yes, he's attractive, but that's about the only thing yall really know about him. I have my thoughts about the marriage. The same way we all do, but at the end of the day, that's his marriage he chooses to stay in, and his decision. Remember this yall he got his WIFE'S name tattooed across his chest, not his children's. That was on purpose to SEND A MESSAGE.
Yes, this hurts me to say, but honestly, it needs to be said. Y'all are starting to sound like kpop fans a little, control yourself, please. And please remember he could be seeing these posts or if that doesn't do it for you. His kids could be seeing it. I'm not completely innocent, I've made some jokes too. But most of them, almost all, were on my private story, so he will never see that. Unlike some of you guys post. Like you can joke about it all you want, but don't get weird.
Like I didn't have an Aaron taylor johnson fan page, but I had a page where I would always fangirl about him. And looking back, i'm a little embarrassed. And that's just from a couple months ago, so I don't understand how some of you aren't embarrassed about some of the things you do now. He's not going to want to fuck someone who made threats on the mother of his childrens life. Again, this isn't me showing any support for this large age gap or anything, of the sort. I actually don't support large age gaps, it's just really weird to me. And seems like a huge power play.
But those are my thoughts and my opinions. I'm not gonna flood his comment section with that buffoonery. I chose not to follow him on Instagram. Because I didn't want to see his wife I protected my peace bro yall got to do the same. AND REMINDER THIS IS A GROWN ASS MAN IN HIS THIRTIES. He's not eighteen anymore. HE'S CONSCIOUSLY making the DECISION to STAY WITH HER. I get it. I truly do. Watch his movies and thirst over him, but don't harass his family. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.
I added more to the rant
#aaron taylor johnson x reader#aaron taylor johnson#aaron taylor johnson divorce#aaron taylor-johnson#Chronically online#aaron taylor johnson marriage
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“There is no other love, it's only yours…”
“You're all I want, all I love…” (“You’re all I want” by Cigarettes after Sex)
Yesterday I had a really rough day. It didn’t just feel like one of my regular “PEM-Crash-Days” (PEM = post-exertional malaise = the worsening of symptoms after crossing the boundaries of my condition, due to my disease ME/CFS). The whole day was also coated in a thick layer of sadness and grief…an emotional turmoil, which I could only barely endure. Well…mixing these feelings with another wave of fever and pain, seasoned with the incapacity of tolerating screen time, adding the suffocating sensation of loneliness….et voilà! The perfect recipe for a day in hell was created! 🙄
In order to cope with my emotions, I found myself drowning in my fantasies of teenage Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules…rewriting one of their short fictional scenes. Again, Severus was tormented by his own insecurities, getting carried away in self-loathing. I don’t know, how many times I’ve already written scenes like these. Jules encourages Severus to stay resilient, praising him for all those traits, which he only identifies as his flaws and weaknesses. But for Jules, there’s so much beauty, so much strength in his imperfections. She’s making his blemishes look like the most loveable attributes of Severus’ personality with her passionate speech.
When I wrote this little scene, I recognised something: I already knew, that I’m identifying myself a lot with Severus…but Jules’ words of encouragement and consolation to her beloved friend Sevy…well, they’re are also things, I would crave to hear for myself (how pathetic, huh?!). But since I’m struggling immensely with the acceptance of my own insecurities and fears, I’m not able to reassure myself of my own worth. It’s just not on the table for me!
So…I’ll just keep on telling Severus in my stories, that he deserves nothing less than the whole world…and that Jules will always try to make him feel loved and cared for. She will never stop to compare his flaws with her own weaknesses by explaining to him, how perfectly they’re matching. Jules will never grow tired to assure Severus, that his cynicism is the perfect complement to her sense of sarcasm. For the Slytherin girl, it's a clear sign for Sevy’s extremely high intellect, which is also something, that she adores about her friend. In Jules’ eyes, his bitterness mirrors a form of hypersensitivity, a characteristic, which she knows so well from herself. That’s why she’s acting so empathetically with Severus, whenever he’s suffering with his life…and Jules is convinced, that sharing those feelings will make them less unbearable! The girl even praises Severus’ stubbornness by telling him, that she’s enjoying every good and intelligent argument with him to clear the air between them. All together, Severus’ imperfections are pure perfection to the hopelessly devoted (and obviously love-struck 😅) girl.
I’m aware of the overdramatic nature and the unnecessary fluffiness of my short stories, but that’s the reason, why I’m writing them for my eyes only. It’s my form of a coping mechanism…the only way of allowing myself some kind of self-assurance and comfort…through Severus!
Some time ago, I found an artist here on tumblr, who made me fall head over heels for her tender style of drawing my beloved dungeon bat. Especially an artwork of her interpretation of the younger Snape made my heart ache with longing for him, so of course, I just had to commission @pssherri for an illustration of Severus and my OC Jules in their teenage years.
Sonja, you did an amazing job with this project and I can’t express, how grateful I am for your kindness and the dedication to your profession! It was a pleasure to cooperate with you on this idea of mine and I hope, you’ll be open to work on more of my requests some day. Thank you for everything, my dear!
🖤Severus & Julia🖤
🖤Sevy & Jules🖤
#Severus x Julia#Sevy x Jules#Severus x OC#fuck me/cfs#commissioning artwork is my goddamn coping mechanism#this is my red carpet for all the artists of snape fandom#i love severus#he’s by my side for 21 years now#21 years and still counting#i have a soft spot for young sevy#i have a soft spot for young severus#teen severus snape#severus snape#snape#i love snape#snape love#pro snape#i would protect him with my life#snape content#pro severus snape#severus snape art#snape art#snart#severus fanart#severus art#severus#i’d kill for him#i’d die for him#mecfs#writing is my coping mechanism
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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc
Artwork Inspired Posts - First / Second / Third / Fourth
(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)
Joan(Jaune) wanted to leave as soon as they reached the infirmary, but she choose to stay. She was a little worried about what happened to Ms Nikos, but she was more afraid of what Aunt Glynda would do if she returned with out the trio of students she was supposed to be supervising.
After a quick look over, Pyrrha was roused with the use of some smelling salts. The nurse then informed them she would return in about fifteen minutes for one final check before letting them leave. So as Pyrrha's teammates, well really just one teammate unloaded barrage after barrage about what happened, and how she was feeling. Joan(Jaune) sat in a very uncomfortable plastic chair, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.
"So..." Pyrrha looked past Nora at Joan(Jaune), "You are really a girl?"
"Yes."
"Really?" Pyrrha hesitantly asked again.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?" Joan(Jaune) answered standing up and approaching the bed Pyrrha was laid upon. "Like seriously, why..."
"The boobs, or the lack of them." Nora interrupted.
"I have boobs!" Joan(Jaune) snapped.
"Not from what I..." Nora didn't get a chance to finish as Joan(Jaune) grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her hands towards her chest. Nora's eyes went wide when she felt the heavily softness under her hands, "You do... "
"Anyone else need to feel me up?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she released her grip on Nora.
"Can I do that again?" Nora asked.
"What? No!"
"Please?" Nora begged, "I'll share my pancakes with you?"
"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) took a step back a little creeped out by the orange haired girl. "Is she okay?"
"That's just how Nora is." the lone male in the room, informed Joan(Jaune). "You'll get used to it. I'm Ren by the way."
Joan(Jaune) gave Ren a sideways look.
"I'm sorry, about all this." Pyrrha offered with a soft and sad smile. "I didn't mean to upset you..."
"You annoyed me. Not upset." Joan(Jaune) responded, before asking, "So what was your malfunction?"
"Excuse me?" Pyrrha asked as Ren acted as a buffer between Nora's grasping hands, and Joan(Jaune).
"Just what I asked."
"I don't... understand the question?"
'Why did you freak when you found out I was a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked, while leaning in to look Pyrrha right in the eyes. "You have pretty eyes."
"Because of stuff like that!" Pyrrha yelped her face growing flushed with color.
"What not used to be complimented?"
"No... it's... because... um... fuck it!" Pyrrha snapped. "You say stuff like how I'm hot and shit, and I'm get interested and then... I like men! I can't be attracted to a woman, even if her ass if so delicious!"
"Okay." Joan(Jaune) stood up straight, sucked on her front teeth before speaking. "If you like guys, that's great. I like guys, but that does NOT meant you can't find people of the same sex also attractive."
"But..."
"Are you really that repressed?" Joan(Jaune) asked, with a roll of her eyes. "Listen Pyrrha. I can find you hot. I can find Nora adorable, and Ren handsome. Do you follow?"
"I'm adorable? and Ren's handsome? Way to put out the moves Joan(Jaune)-Joan(Jaune)!" Nora cheered finally having given up on molesting Joan(Jaune)'s chest again.
Ren just stood there one eyebrow raised.
"I think so?" Pyrrha answered.
"Good. NOW just because you like my ass doesn't mean your suddenly going to try and make a move on me. It means you find something attractive about me. You follow?"
"Yes?"
"No you're not." Joan(Jaune) sighed. "Do you find men or women more desirable?"
"Ah... um..."
"Did you grow up in a convent or something?" Joan(Jaune) sighed out. "Fine. would you rather do this with a guy?"
Before Pyrrha could answer Joan(Jaune) rounds about hooks her hands behind Ren's head and neck and pulls him into a heated, breath stealing kiss. It last only for about ten seconds, before Joan (Jaune) breaks contact.
"You... kissed... Rennie..." Nora whimpered as she just stood there, watching her life long friend weave on his feet.
"Or would you do it with a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she closed on Pyrrha, slipping her arms around Pyrrha's shoulders and neck, to give her a sizzling deep kiss.
Pyrrha's mind screamed in confusion. Joan(Jaune) was kissing her! She was being kissed and the lips felt so soft and tasted delicious. Her tongue... WAIT her tongue!!!
Nora stood in utter shock, as Joan(Jaune) had moved from making out with Rennie, to some heavy duty face-sucking with Pyrrha. The lip-lock broke after again only lasting about ten seconds or so.
"As you can see. I'm fine with girls or boys... did she just pass out again?" Pyrrha's eyes had rolled up into her head and she lay limp on the bed, her lips slightly parted, and moist with saliva.
"RENNIE!" Nora shrieked when Ren just finally collapsed to the floor in a limp heap. "KISS OF DEATH!!!! KISS OF DEATH!!!"
"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) turns from Pyrrha to see Ren on the floor. "Shit!"
"I must feel their heavenly form again before you steal my soul with your succubus ways!" Nora cried out as she lunged for Joan(Jaune), her hands in front of her, with her fingers spread wide.
"SHIT!" Joan(Jaune) cried out as she tried to keep away from the suddenly very energetic organette.
(A/N - Okay I've been pushing in my head for a female!Jaune stealing a kiss from Ren in front of Nora, since forever. It has now happened. My life is complete! Wonder what Weiss is going to say with Nora's new fascination? Any way hope you're all enjoying this unplanned chaos.)
#artwork by @pilot-boi#rwby#the ta au#jaune arc#alksblog#@pilot-boi's art#female!jaune#glynda is jaune's aunt#no idea what this is#gender bend#I gave it an uncreative title#plot? what's plot?#nora valkyrie#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#kiss of death?
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Prompt - Only One Bed
Shikamaru groaned lightly as he walked to the village gate. Per Hokage's orders, he was tasked with housing one of the Hidden Sand's Jounin for a week, and as much of a drag it was, he was grateful only his father was home for the duration. He loved his mother dearly, but he had no intentions of hearing any talk, whether it was about dating, marriage or sex.
The very thought of bringing a woman to his mother shook him to his core, especially a woman like Temari. Temari was very forward, and often she'd lack a filter for the things she'd say. His mother quite easily took offense to things, and Temari's "I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck" nature was surely a horrible mix.
As the gate neared he tried to push his exhaustion away. Temari was a woman in high power, and despite what his younger self would think, Shikamaru respected her quite a lot. It was important to him to look professional in front of her.
Temari was a very intelligent woman. Often her battle strategies had led Sunagakure strongly, she was an amazing leader. Authoritive, but still caring towards the soldiers of Suna. She also showed great skill when it came to puzzles and boardgames, she was one of the few people to come close to beating him competitively. Her dedication to protecting her family was also quite admirable; always rushing in to defend her brothers, even when they were strong enough to do it themselves. She was so full of love, and balanced her work and home life well. Shikamaru admired her strengths greatly.
A light burn on his cheeks brought him out of his thoughts, whether it was a blush or the sun, he wasn't sure, but Temari's voice began to creep to his ears. He had to focus now.
Temari stood talking to a couple guards at the gate, the two that often teased Shikamaru for his apparent "obvious crush", Izumo and Kotetsu. Dreading the embarrassment, he waited for her to finish talking before approaching so they didn't have to stay long.
He muttered a small greeting, ignoring the shit-eating grins from the men beside him, and turned to Temari.
Her eyes carried dark circles, clearly tired from her travels. She had a tendency to get careless and do the whole trip on one nights sleep and a nap, and while Shikamaru found it troublesome, it was the perfect excuse to get home faster.
"Oh! There's the little love bird. It's such a shame he always keeps you waiting. It's already late afternoon!"
"Yeah! Come on, Shikamaru. Have some mercy on the poor girl, she's already stuck with you~"
Temari shook her head, half waving to them while walking off. The two said their goodbyes, and after Shikamaru glared at the them for their immaturity, he started to lead Temari across town.
They went their typical route, passing shops with their keepers trying to draw Temari in with their wears, kids dancing and playing together on the path, and all the usual Shinobi and Kunoichi making their way to their posts. It was relaxing in the only way your hometown could bring, and although Temari wasn't from Konoha, he could see her enjoying it too.
She watched the busy streets with a soft smile, the same smile she gives to her brothers, full of love and admiration. There was a sadness in her eyes, though. The sadness of growing up, or more so, watching your family grow up. Shikamaru didn't understand how it felt, but maybe one day he would.
As the sun began to set, they arrived at the house. Loud talking and slight shouting rustled the walls. Shikamaru groaned, recognising the voices, and slid open the door.
"I'm home, father... and Chouza and Inoichi."
The three men turned to them, raising their glasses and laughing. While Shikamaru and Temari stepped inside and removed their sandals, the room was filled with tipsy greetings.
"Welcome home, son. And, uh... who's your friend?"
"She's uhm, a Jounin. From Suna. She's staying here for a week."
Temari looked around while Shikamaru spoke with his father, grimacing at the smell of alcohol as she passed by. Family photos and clan symbols lined the walls. It was far more cozy than her home at Suna. With both her and Kankuro on missions, and Gaara as the Kazekage, it was practically unlived in.
Bits and pieces of conversation filtered in through her focus, Shikamaru arguing with the three men about their relationship. In a way, it reminded her of her own parents during their love, commenting on any boy she showed interest in and teasing her about crushes. None the less, what Shikamaru said was true. They weren't together, and while she was an adult and he was still 16, they wouldn't be until many years have passed.
Eventually, Shikamaru got fed up with their banter and lead Temari to his bedroom, where she would be staying throughout the trip. It was a small room with a simple double bed, very little furniture inhabited it aside from necessities. It had a door leading to a private bathroom as well.
Exhausted and quite gross from her travels, Temari decided to hit the showers while Shikamaru prepared the room better. Fluffing the pillows and making sure nothing vulgar was out in the open; he was a boy in his late teenage years of course. When he was done, he sat and waited for her on the bed.
The sound of running water covered the loud three man party in the living room, Shikamaru was rather surprised that Ino and Chouji weren't there was well. Usually if one generation of "Ino-Shika-Chou" was present, the other would be too. Maybe his father took pity on him and decided just three people teasing him was enough.
Around five minutes had passed before the water shut off, and Shikamaru prepared to take one himself. The door opened and after one final look around the room, he had a realisation.
"Where are you gonna sleep, Mr. Crybaby?"
He didn't have another place to sleep.
Shikamaru's face began to flush from embarrassment. How did he not plan this out better? He felt like an idiot. Temari's laughter didn't help either.
"I didn't plan this right."
"Clearly," Temari snorted. "But it's fine. I'll sleep on the floor, I have a sleeping bag."
Shikamaru watched her unfurl it, stopping her before she laid down. Temari raised her eyebrow, unimpressed by the contact.
"No. You've had too big of a walk to be sleeping on the floor. Take the bed."
Temari moved her body from his, crossing her arms and looking down at him. It wasn't much of a tactic to intimidate him, only to show her displeasure, but it was affective in both.
"I'm not taking your bed from you."
"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor!"
They went back and forth for a few minutes, both just as stubborn as the other, before Temari gave up.
"Look, if it's that important to you, lets just share the bed. Put pillows in the middle."
Shikamaru grumbled lightly. While he did respected her greatly, she was quite a troublesome person. He swallowed his pride and accepted.
The rest of the evening went smoothly from then on. Shikamaru gathered some food for them while Temari took the time to relax; stretching and easing the tension in her muscles. Shikamaru's matress was soft. It sunk in beneath her weight quite a bit, constantly making the pillow wall fall apart, but it was worth the annoyance after the past few days.
Shikamaru came back with a simple meal. With how fast it came, Temari guessed it was premade. Shikamaru didn't seem like the type to cook, quickly or good, but food was food in the end.
While they ate, Shikamaru looked at Temari closely for the first time since he met with her. She was only wearing a bra and long pants, a good portion of her skin showing, and the most odd thing, she had her hair tied into two rather than four. Her skin looked rough and damaged from wear he sat, he was willing to bet it'd feel just the same, and her body had many healed scars from training and battle. He had heard how harsh Suna's training was, he wondered how many scars were from village people and how many were from enemies.
"Whatdya staring at?"
Shikamaru turned away embarrassed. "Nothing... sorry."
She laughed and shook her head, finishing her food before lying down again.
"You apologise too much."
Shikamaru ate in silence, trying to keep his eyes to himself. She was right in a sense, he apologised a lot when it came to her, something about her nature made him want to, even if it was any other person he'd just shrug it off. Deep down, he knew his father was right. Izumo and Kotetsu too. Naruto, Asuma, Chouza and Inoichi. They were all right. He loved her, he just wasn't ready to admit it.
Temari tossed and turned for a bit trying to get comfortable, settling for laying in her side. Back facing him. Part of him wanted to pull the blanket over her, another part wanted her to hold him close. He settled for taking care of the dishes, trying to pull his mind away from his feelings.
When he returned, snoring had filled the room. Temari's position much more sloppy then when he had left. It was unladylike, but still beautiful. Shikamaru smiled softly, the muscles in his face straining when he tried to stop.
Turning off the light, he crawled into the bed beside her, her body out of sight with the pillows dividing them but the feeling of her body remained. The bed was more comfortable, more warm, and more cozy with her in it, and he quietly wished she could be there longer than a week.
Shikamaru's eyes grew heavy with the warmth, the sound of her snoring made him feel oddly at ease. Usually he hated noise when he was trying to sleep, but there was something about Temari that made it tolerable. She made him feel safe, protected, at home. It was easy to fall asleep by her side.
In the morning, he was sure she'll find a way around sharing a bed, but for now, he'd enjoy her comfort while he could.
#temari nara#nara temari#temari no sabaku#sabaku no temari#shikamaru nara#nara shikamaru#temari x shikamaru#temashika#shikatema#izumo kamizuki#kotetsu hagane#those two guys from naruto#shikaku nara#chouza akimichi#inoichi yamanaka#naruto#naruto shippuden#mini fic#prompt : only one bed#for @nezukoo-channn
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2013 vs 2024
tbh, this is incredibly difficult for me. as a trans woman, there are certain expectations for posts like these. some gruff but sad looking man who was transformed into a happy beautiful girl via hormones. so you might think that nothing has changed. or perhaps i have gone backwards, gotten hairier, bigger, becoming even more of a man than i started off as.
this might be hard to read, so i'll put the rest under a read more. CW for homelessness, starvation, transmisogyny, and probably a few things i'm missing.
my transition has been messy. in some ways, you might say that i spent the first 25 years of my life transitioning. as a child i was efemminate, loved to play dress up and dolls, but my father was so against this that he filed a lawsuit against my mother, getting a court order forbidding her from "forcing me to crossdress." this set the tone for the rest of my childhood, which is a story i will not get into here because it is much worse than the story i'm trying to tell.
growing up in a christian fundamentalist home meant that it wasn't until much later, after my mother gained custody and i had gone on to experience even further ruination of my life, that i even learned that trans people exist. that this was a thing you could do, could be. a brief flash, something hiding behind my eyes, and i had locked it away. of course i wasn't trans. i was an athlete, a martial artist, a musician, why would i need to think about gender?
when i was 16, i joined tumblr. i saw a blooming transgender community, got to see the inner thoughts and conversations that trans people were having, couldn't avoid certain things any longer. i started to identify as nonbinary, eventually even coming out to my mother, who certainly TRIED to be supportive. it was exciting, made my heart race a little, made me scared. i had no idea what i was doing, or how my world was about to turn upside down and inside out.
the summer i turned 18, i was severely injured in a martial arts tournament. my right knee had caved in, the bone at the site of the joint crushed by a man i had thought was my friend. i didn't realize what had happened, and so didn't go to a doctor until two weeks later, at which point the damage was considered irreversible. everything i was disappeared. i lost all will to live. i stopped drawing, stopped playing music. i started drinking heavily. my family knew i was struggling but any efforts to fix the situation just made it worse. my mother and older brother had been putting more and more pressure on me to get a job and get out of the house, even though i could barely walk. my older brother told me that my mother was going to kick me out if i couldn't start contibuting. i still couldn't. i became homeless for the first time at the age of 19.
when you're homeless, it's like every single day is drawn out into countless hours, and you either have nothing to do, or far too much to do, and nothing in between. i had an online partner at the time, someone who turned out to be a chaser targeting suspiciously egg shaped men and nonbinary people, who spent the entire time getting more and more frustrated that i didn't have the time to be a fucktoy. i ended up insitutionalized for a month, after which i was kicked to the curb and left with nothing but a backpack and the clothes on my back. any journey of self discovery i may have been having was on hold until i wasn't fighting for survival.
my rescue came from a nonbinary lesbian who reached out to me. i was offered a room, a place to stay for no cost. they helped me break up with my partner. i found myself in a new sort of situationship, but at a confusing cost. why was this lesbian interested in me? was that even okay? eventually we had a conversation. they revealed to me that they had thought i was a trans woman. the fact that i had been seen as a woman hit me like a truck in a blindzone i didn't know i had.
after a difficult few days of arguing with myself, i couldn't hide from it. i was a woman. maybe i had always been a woman. a thought more terrifying than it had any right to be.
i grew my hair out. i started shaving. after a few months, i was even able to book my first HRT appointment (thank you state of washington trans healthcare laws). i came out to my mother a second time, and her reaction was much different this time. maybe due to the distance that had grown between us, the past hostility that left scars still bleeding, but i suspect it was because telling her that her firstborn son was actually a woman was much scarier to her than telling her that i didn't really care about gender.
this photo is from the day that i had my first HRT appointment. my soft chin, once a weakness, could be bared proudly, the ambiguity in my face becoming something that i cherished.
a year later, i had the longest hair of my life. if i shaved and wore makeup, and dressed right, i could get gendered correctly so long as i didn't speak. in that regard, i was truly getting the full experience of womanhood. my relationship with my partner was going strong. i thought that i had found my forever.
things got messy. you will probably hear me say this again. you won't find many better ways to describe my life, other than messy. my partner had always been polyamorous, but i was not, and had not ever pretended that this was not the case. so when one of my partners friends confessed her love to them, they went into panic mode. suddenly they were pushing everyone away, reverting to old bad habits and anxieties, and our relationship began to fall apart.
the friend, we'll call her A, pretended to move on, started dating someone else. my own friendship with A was strained by the situation, and her new partner, a butch lesbian named rowan, seemed to be suffering for it. i realized that the only way our relationships could survive was if we tried to work out an agreement to polyamory. in the end that wasn't enough, but i was desperate. i was starting to see the cracks, realizing that if this fell apart, i would be homeless again. my leg injury had already been so badly worsened from my first experience with homelessness, i knew that going through it again would be the end of me.
since my partner and A were now seeing each other, i began to get ignored. the only time either of them spent talking to me was talking about each other, either joyous or trying to fix some new problem. at this point, i started getting to know rowan. we had a lot in common, i had never talked to a butch before, let alone known one, and seeing the way that they navigated gender made me jealous. i didn't know why.
more and more, rowan and i were separated from the broader relationship, and as we talked more, something developed. i had already felt it the first time we spoke, on some level, but it had grown and grown, from respect, to admiration, to desire and love. we were in a polyamorous relationship after all, so it made sense to me. but shortly after, when i told my partner what i was feeling, they freaked out. this wasn't the agreement, they had only agreed to them being able to date other people, didn't think that it would need to be specified because i wasn't polyamorous.
the entire relationship falls apart and we go back to being two separate couples, and the end of that came swiftly after. they cheated on me with A, and when i found out, that was it. my now ex partner told me that i could stay at the apartment until the lease ran out, and they would move back in with their parents. they took all the furniture, i was left with an ancient computer, a blanket, some clothes, and two pillows. my depression came back with a vengeance, and i stopped eating. by the time the lease ran out, i had lost a dangerous amount of weight. i became homeless for the second time at age 22.
this time, after only six months, i found a thin sliver of hope. i was given a place to stay. a single-wide trailer that i would share with three other trans women and a hairy nonbinary lesbian. you've probably heard the stories of similar situations. it's impossible to have healthy boundaries in a space the size of a can of sardines. or healthy anything really. i got involved in an incredibly toxic relationship with one of the other trans women, who i found out was dating nearly a dozen other people.
the only thing i could do was try to feel wanted. desired. i began experimenting with my image.
i re-established contact with rowan, but there was so much there that i couldn't bring myself to face yet. as i began to experiment with more masculine presentation, those around me took a greater interest in me. i was an object of desire. it was the most worth i had felt i ever had.
i wasn't eating again. so my weight kept dropping. in the three-odd years since my first encounter with homelessness, i had lost 30% of my entire bodyweight. this only made my physical issues get worse and worse.
i wasn't done with experimentation though. what could i do with this newfound territory?
the time came. i couldn't stay anymore. the relationship had fallen apart, and my connection to the household had been sent away in exile. the irony of this is not lost on me. i was lucky enough to be able to couch surf for a few months this time.
i lost weight again.
and again.
my knee got worse and worse. my iliotibial band tore. my birthday came and went, nobody celebrated except for rowan, now my only friend.
a week after my birthday, a lesbian couple contacted me. told me that they had a spare bedroom, and that if i could cover the costs of my own food, could stay for as long as i liked.
i started HRT again. rowan and i had managed to work through all the shit and scum of our past and started a relationship anew. it felt like this could be real.
i started to look a lot like my mom. kind of uncomfortably like my mom. rowan was butch, so i had thought i should be a femme. i didn't understand what that meant, but whatever it was i attempted, it wavered dramatically.
i began to switch, every month or so, between masculine and feminine presentation. my chest had grown enough that it was visible now, and i experienced an equal amount of joy and fear when i was gendered correctly in public, having learned to fear people finding out that i was a trans woman.
the weight didn't come back. it was like my body had burned itself so far down that it could not regrow. i had no energy, and my physical condition continued to deteriorate. but i was allowed to be myself. and i was in love with a butch. maybe that would be enough.
i began to develop a fashion sense of my own. the butch label was starting to appeal to me. and my roommates seemed to agree, since they both shifted towards butchness and masculinity alongside me. but it wasn't to last. one of my roommates, a TME lesbian i'm gonna call M, suddenly went off on a transmisogynistic rant to me. M's partner was a trans woman, and hearing this caused me to suddenly re-evaluate everything. did this happen because M viewed me as more masculine now, a more acceptable target? would this happen to G, M's partner?
i hardcore shifted gears back to feminine presentation. it felt safer. i stopped eating again. things weren't okay, but they were bearable this way. but then, one day, we got locked out of our apartment. a stupid, played out thing that happens to everyone at least once. while my roommate G went to see if the apartment manager was in with a spare key, i attempted to climb our balcony and get in through the unlocked back door. when i was up on the railing of our balcony, it gave way, and i fell to the asphalt below, breaking my back. following a trend that i set half a decade ago, i didn't realize it had happened. my back hurt, but i thought it would go away. it did, replaced by a vast numbness through the middle of my back. i began to collapse any time i tried to exhert myself physically at all. i would only find out why years later. the fact that i couldn't contribute to chores anymore, and nobody knew why, made the situation with M deteriorate much faster.
at my lowest point in years. my relationship with rowan was the only thing that kept me from giving up, but after the third time M decided to spew vileness at me i just spent months locked away in my room, terrified that any time i saw M was going to be another lecture about how i was disrespectful, loud, obtrusive, intimidating, too quiet, too lazy, whatever incoherent train of thought i would have to face next.
it was too much to handle in combination with the events of 2020, the lockdowns, the illness, the forest fires, things ended up coming to a head. at age 25, i became homeless for the third time, during the pandemic and a wildfire that filled the air with plastic fumes so thick you couldn't see ten feet in front of you.
i got in contact with my mother and had her take my cat, because i knew i couldn't take care of her like this. that was the last time i saw my cat in person before she died. rowan was frantically trying anything and everything possible to help me. i thought that this might be the end.
three and a half years ago today i got the best news of my life. there was a way out. it would be a long and tricky road, involving moving my whole life to a new country. but we could do it. not only could we do it, but we actually did it. in a months time, i was in rowan's arms. for the first time in our years of knowing each other, there was nothing keeping us apart any longer.
i was finally able to rest. able to eat. i started to regain weight for the first time in nearly a decade. i felt my energy come back, slowly at first, and then more and more until i was capable of functioning, even if at a low level. it's around then that i find out the truth of what happened to my back. it still hasn't properly healed.
in my gratefullness for life and love, i briefly forgot my identity crisis. i was happy to just exist without fear and pain. it wasn't until about a year ago, when a miracle occurred, that this changed.
i woke up one morning, feeling more energetic than usual. i think to myself, maybe i can do some light exercise, for old times sake.
my knee doesn't hurt.
my knee doesn't hurt.
MY KNEE DOESN'T HURT.
a wound that i thought would dictate my life forever, given actual time to rest and food to fuel the process, had healed. everything that i had ever given up on came rushing back into my head, ideas about who i could be, what i could become, what other injuries i might be able to recover from if i treat them right and rebuild myself. ten months ago i began to work out consistently. my back is slowly healing. i am stronger than i ever was before.
i have had to rebuild myself so many times. did i ever discover the secret of butchness in the process? no, that's something that i think will take the rest of my life. for now, my butchness is an enduring pillar, the only part of myself that never fully burnt away. standing up for myself, being my own person, loving another butch, refusing to lose the kindness i so desperately clung to my whole life, refusing to limit myself and my dreams, this is who i am. i am friends with other butches. i am not alone anymore. for now, this is butch. this is me.
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Maybe I'll find time to make a longer AT post, maybe even a detailed presentation, but for now I have to say:
The arc they put Simon on for the miniseries is just so, so wrong. It's incompatible and not what his character needs to grow at all.
Simon's problem was never that he couldn't see how important he was to the world or other people. In fact, that was one of the flaws Simon always had - valuing himself based on what he could do for other people, and not for what he values in himself.
Simon lived for Marceline because he needed to care for her and keep her alive. It was the right thing to do, and this sense of purpose slowed his descent into madness a lot more, but it wasn't enough.
When Simon is freed from the crown in the future, he doesn't worry himself about Marceline anymore because she's grown up and outgrown him. She's not a weak little girl anymore so Simon decides in his short time that she can live without him, now that she doesn't need him. Of course he knows that his death would be sad, but Marceline has friends and family now. In his mind, Marceline will be ok because she's not alone.
What else does Simon do with what little time he's given? He apologises to Betty.
Again, it's the right thing to do. Their "breakup" was very scary and confusing. So he makes it his duty to explain himself to her and he tries to set Betty free. "I went crazy. You don't have to feel bad about leaving me. I forgive you". Again, Simon is thinking about his life in relation to other people. He was a bad boyfriend to Betty in that moment, so he must rectify that.
And after that, what does Simon do? Does he fight to stay alive? Does he ask for help, does he try one last time to crack the crown and free himself before he dies?
No. Simon seeks and accepts death because he's tired, and he thinks he is empty. That there is no point to him staying alive.
Nobody needs Simon anymore.
Simon does not value or care about himself.
🐰🐈 So, how does this relate to the Fionna and Cake series?
Well, the issue is that putting Simon on this "Ghost of Christmas everything" style journey through the multiverse does not address Simon's problems at all. Simon isn't a selfish and arrogant character like Scrooge who needed to learn to care about and value other people. In fact, Simon was always very aware of how much people needed him. Simon liked feeling needed.
So this whole "Look Simon, Marceline is evil in the universe where you're dead!" and "in this universe, the crown ruined Finn Merten's life" isn't helpful for pushing or developing Simon's character. If anything, it's just enabling his tendency to value himself as a tool for other people.
And I know people are going to say "yeah, that's the point. In the end Simon learns to live for himself because Betty has moved on from him and wants him to be happy".
But it's like...no??? That's not really a cohesive story at all.
Man wants to die, metaphorically or literally. He can't admit it, because it's shameful to himself. Then someone needs his help, so he uses "helping people" as an excuse to sacrifice himself again, so that he can feel good about himself.
But this multiverse journey doesn't teach Simon to start doing things for himself again. The only new "friends" he makes are Fionna and Cake, and that was really forced. Simon isn't pushed to change anything in his life in the series, because he's not even inside his life anymore, he's hopping around in a multiverse adventure that is basically just a longer, more distracting version of the adventure Finn sent Simon on in episode 2.
Simon isn't shown the benefits of living for yourself. He's only told to keep on living "because he has to". Because the multiverse needs him. This is just Simon and Marcy 2 all over again, but worse, because we're supposed to believe that this experience showed Simon how to care about himself. This is the same reason he was living for Marceline. "Because he had to".
And what's the conclusion of this mismatched character arc? Does Simon finally find something new and exciting that sparks his will to live again? Does Simon make a new friend on his own volition, without the obligation of "saving them"?
No!!! XD We go on another tangent where Golbetty shows Simon he was being selfish because he wasn't paying enough attention to Betty's needs, puts him back in exactly the same shitty situation that pushed him to death to begin with -
Except now, for some reason, he feels happy, and doesn't want to die.
This is all completely wrong!!!!
You can't show a couple's entire relationship with 1 bus scene and then tell the audience it was unbalanced. It looks like Simon is being punished for one mistake (not getting on the bus) even though Betty is an adult woman who makes her own choices, and needs to communicate with Simon as well. It's lazy, it's rushed, and it's so half baked that the sentient dough is raw and asking not to be baked into bread 💀
Simon and Betty's problems are not given enough time to fit into the 'Simon your life impacts others arc' and it doesn't properly address Simon's inability to live for himself at all. We're shown he worships Betty and that his love makes him live for others, but we're never shown why he's like that. There's no new context about Simon, no new information.
We get a little hint that before meeting Betty, he actually was living for himself and doing his own things, but that's it.
And this whole miniseries, as well as reducing Betty to a sexist girlfriend prop again, does nothing to address or even validate Simon's misery.
All it does it tell a depressed, suicidal man that he's not allowed to die because it would make other people sad, and that he plays some stupid cosmic role in the multiverse.
Simon is being treated like a tool, again.
Betty doesn't have her own voice outside of Simon, again.
Anyway, yeah. I didn't like this miniseries obviously, hahaha 😅 and this isn't the only problem I have with it, not by a long shot.
This story was tone deaf and insensitive. Justice for Simon and Betty! They both deserve better writing.
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Matty Healy + daughter!reader
warnings: yelling, drug use, rehab, relapsing, nothing graphic but it’s mentioned for sure, george being the best
a/n: HI IM BACK. sorry for being inactive. finals are kicking my ass. fun fact i thought i posted this earlier but it never posted and just deleted and went away😀 anywhooooo ty to the anon who requested this ily!! hope you enjoy!
Noises appearing in the middle of the night were not an unusual circumstance in the Healy household. You’ve slept through storms, blasting music, sirens, anything and everything you’ve heard, you slept through. Yelling, however, was something new. You couldn’t quite make out what it was because your closed door muffled the sounds, but you could make out the voices of your father and your uncle George.
When you got out of bed and and took your little legs to the top of the stairs you silently watched the argument take place. You stayed hidden.
‘You have a daughter, man.” George said,
Your father sat cross-legged and slouched on a couch. “She’s fine.”
“She’s nine!” George yelled. “She’s a nine-year-old little girl who watches helplessly while you get high like a fool every day!” You saw a tear slowly roll down your father's and George’s cheeks. They truly love you more than themselves and would do anything for you. For the last nearly 10 years you have been the light of all their lives. George was determined to not let Matty’s stupid actions get in the way of you living your life. George softened his voice. “And she loves you. More than anything in this entire world. She loves you. But I can’t have her growing up in this god-forsaken house with you.”
Matty grew defensive and stood. “Then you take care of her then!”
“I’m not her father!”
He stayed silent, accepting his defeat. He knew he was hurting you, even though it wasn’t his intention, he just didn’t want to face the reality. The reality was he was hurting and scaring his little girl.
“You need to go, mate. We’re doing this because we care. I can’t see you like this anymore.”
“What about y/n-”
“I will take care of her. She’ll stay with me.”
Stay with George?
“You need to go.”
“Go where?” Your quiet, timid, little voice asked.
All heads turned to you. Matty wiped his tears and passed George to take your hand. “C’mon baby, we need to talk.”
…
He said he was leaving. He didn't know for how long - at most a couple of months. You would be staying with George. He would take care of you and protect you. He’s done it most of your life anyway so that was nothing new. He said he wouldn’t lie anymore. He promised he would get clean and come home to you, and everything would change for the better. You cried for an hour while sitting in his lap. He rocked you back and forth gently, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He carried you back into your room and tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead, and telling you he would see you in the morning before he left.
The next day, however, he left without saying goodbye. All of your uncles were downstairs in the living room. Faces red with worry and sadness. You already knew he had gone, but George’s face gave you the confirmation you needed to finally let it all out. He scooped you up into his arms from the bottom of the stairs, telling you it would all be okay.
…
A couple of weeks had passed. Your father was across the globe in Barbados of all places, and you were in Londen with George. Living with him wasn’t that different, they did share a house after all. But there was still a hole in your heart that only your dad could fill, and that became clear when people started noticing your mood changing.
George tried cheering you up, asking about your day, school, or anything to get you talking or get your mind off your dad leaving. Most nights consisted of you crying into his arms over your dad’s lies and words. You were young, but not dumb. You knew your father was addicted and addicted badly. You were angry and sad and missed him and felt so much more. Sad he was gone. Angry he left without saying goodbye. Betrayed thinking about all the times he chose drugs over you. You had never felt so many emotions at once and didn’t know how to handle it. Thankfully, you at least had George.
…
2 months later, his treatment was up and he was supposed to come home. You were so ecstatic. Just the thought of your dad’s time away running up gave you the motivation and energy to get through the last 2 weeks. Adam and Ross were scheduled to pick him up from the airport but when they returned without your dad and sombered faces, you knew something was up, and you feared the worst.
You sat up from the couch and walked towards them, George following right behind you. He had received a next from them earlier telling him what happened. “Where is he?” You asked.
Ross’s head hung low, avoiding your eye contact so you wouldn't see the tears falling from his face. It didn’t work though. You’ve never seen Ross cry. Ever. Something must’ve happened.
Adam spoke up, knowing that Ross couldn’t. “He relapsed, Darling.”
Your heart fell into a million pieces. “What?” You turned to George for confirmation. It’s not that you didn’t believe, you just didn't want to believe,
He looked at you and somberly nodded his head, giving you the information he needed.
You ran upstairs, slammed the door, and sobbed into your pillow.
…
You woke up a few hours later to yelling, feeling an intense amount of deja vu. You heard some voices downstairs, one of which included your dad. You snuck out of bed and made your way to the stairs. You saw your dad. He looked different. He still had his messy pile of curls lying on his head. He grew a bit of a beard and mustache, it was clear he hadn’t shaved in awhile. He was less skinny. His eyes were laser-focused on your uncles.
“You can’t keep her from me.” He said, almost with a deep growl.
“You need to leave,” Adam said.
“She is my daughter! I made her for crying out loud!”
Adam had his hands gently pushing back on your father’s chest and shoulder. “She doesn’t want to see you-”
“Bull shit.”
“I don’t.” Your little voice said.
Matty smiled and walked towards the bottom of the stairs expectantly.
“Hi, darling.” He said smiling. Tears started to form in his eyes but he whipped them away as soon as he could. I missed you.”
You stayed put, afraid to move a muscle.
“Can I have a hug?” He asked, reaching his arms out. You stayed hidden.
Matty cleared his throat, then spoke. “Y/n, it’s time to come home now.”
“They said you relapsed.”
“N-no! I…no. So it’s time to come home.”
“I thought you said there would be no more lies.” You said, with tears falling from your eyes.
“Y/n-”
“I’m staying here.”
“Darling-”
“I’m staying with George.”
He rose and his face turned stern, “Get in the car.”
“No.” You said, getting scared and starting to hide more.
He stood. “Y/n Healy. Get in the car. Now.”
“She’s not getting in the car,” George said.
“Yes, she is!”
“Matty, stop.”
“She’s mine!”
“You promised!” You yelled. All heads turned to you.
“You promised you would get clean. You promised me you wouldn’t lie to me anymore. You promised you would be my father!”
“I am your father.”
“Then where have you been the past 2 months?” Matty stayed quiet. He had nothing to say. He knew he failed and failed miserably. It would take much more than him getting clean to get his baby girl to trust him again.
“I’m not going home.” You said, crossing your arms. “Not until you can keep your promise.”
“Just leave. Like you did before, without saying goodbye.”
“Y/n-”
“Leave!” You turned and went back to your room.
…
As much as you wanted to remain positive that eventually, you would happily return to your father’s arms, every hint of hope slowly got lost over the next few weeks. Time went on. You turned 10 and at your request, your father wasn’t there. After some coaxing by George, you agreed to let him take you on a late-birthday picnic.
“How was your birthday?” he asked while eating the sandwich he had packed earlier.
“It was fine.” You said, shrugging.
“Fine? It’s your tenth birthday! That had to be a big deal?”
“Yeah. It was fun.” You paused for a second.
“I regret not letting you come though.”
He nodded, put the sandwich down, and whipped his hands. “You know…It’s gonna be three months tomorrow.”
You looked up at him and furrowed your brows, “Are you lying?”
He smiled. “Cross my heart.”
3 months clean.
“The house feels empty without you there.” You looked down. “Mayhem misses you. I miss you.” He scooted closer to you and took your hands. “Come back, darling. I’m not lying when I say I’m so much better. Everything is so much better.” You looked up at him, he smiled. “I lost a lot of things over these past few months, but I can’t lose you.”
“You have to promise me, for real this time, you won’t hurt me again.”
“I swear.”
“Pinky swear?”
He smiled and took your pinky in his.
“C’mere.” He said, pulling you into his lap.
He hugged him and after a moment whispered in his ear. “I’m proud of you.”
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(HEADCANON) I've actually been meaning to ask you this for a while!! But would Luci, Mammon, Satan, Asmo, Beel + The side characters be willing to adopt? Let's say Mc's completely infertile, but they want to start a family. Which brings the question: Would the children be either from the Devildom or from the Human Realm? Trust that I will be binge reading all of your posts after I send this ask
A/N:Sorry for the late reply, I have been sent to tumblr prison for a while so I couldn't receive asks and stuff like that.
This is more focused on where they adopt the kid from rather than raising a kid, so if you want something along those lines, feel free to send another request! ^-^
All of the characters x gn!MC adopting a kid
They basically adopted Luke already so I am sure all of them will be more than ok with adoption. 😭😭
Simeon is Luke's legal guardian so he would 100% be on board with getting another kid.
Mammon pretty much adopted a child back in the human world too.
The demon brothers despite not being related by blood still see eachother as a family(basically adopted each other as family).
Family is more than just blood relation to all of the characters, so I doubt adoption would be a problem. They will still see the kid as part of their family.
Now onto whatever they would adopt from the human world or somewhere else:
Both options are sad if you stay and think about it. Adopt a human kid and your partner has to see both you and their child die from old age. Adopt a demon child and you'll never really get the chance to see them grow and they will have to see their parents die.
Lucifer
Don't you two have Satan already as a child??
He is pretty tied to Devildom so he can't really leave and bringing a human kid around could be dangerous.
The relations between Devildom and human world did get better but he doesn't want to risk it so he would prefer to adopt from Devildom.
He is already looking after his brothers and Diavolo, so what is another one. Hell! The kid might be better behaved than them.
Since Satan got born out of Lucifer's wrath...does that mean Lucifer can make other demon spawns out of his emotions???
Mammon
He already takes care of a girl from the human world, you two might as well adopt her.
Since he isn't as tied down to Devildom as others so he doesn't have any problems with adopting from the human world and moving there. He is already pretty familiar with place.
I feel like he would want to adopt more from the human world because of the girl he took under his wing. But he doesn't have any real problems with a demon kid either and would love them all the same.
Leviathan
He is still an admiral right?? So I feel like he is still pretty tied to Devildom, even if his title is of no use.
Since he is more tied to Devildom you two are most likely to adopt from there too. But if you really want to adopt from the human world he won't argue about it. He will love and take care of the kid either way.
Satan
I feel like he would prefer a demon kid more because he is afraid of hurting a human kid by accident since they tend to be way more fragile than a demon child.
He is just as afraid of hurting a demon child too because of his wrath. He just doesn't want to be a failure of a dad.
There is also the fact that is part of the demon elite, so he is also a bit tied to Devildom. No way as much as others but still, it would make it difficult for him to adopt a kid from the human world with you.
Asmodeus
Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn't have already a bunch of kids walking this earth both in the human world and Devildom maybe Celestial Realm as well
Jokes aside he doesn't have a preference about it, so it will be up to you to decide from where do you want to adopt.
You would think he wouldn't be able to really leave Devildom due to his fans but that's actually not a problem?? Somehow??
Beelzebub
He doesn't care about where the kid is from, it doesn't make that MUCH of a difference to him.
He will maybe want a human child just a little bit more so you could actually watch them grow. He feels like it wouldn't be fair to you to not be able to watch your child grow, even if that means he will have to watch both of you die from old age unless 👀👀👀
Belphegor
After the whole attic incident he finally could let himself love the human world again just as he did in his younger days. Because of that he might prefer a human child just a little bit more
At the same time, he doesn't feel like he shouldn't after hating humanity for such a long time. He has mixed feelings about either choice
Diavolo
Because he is the king of Devildom he will need to have a demon child. Personally he would also love to adopt from the human world too but he knows that it will not be possible.
There is also the fact that he can't leave Devildom to go stay and raise children in the human world and he would hate to bring a human child in Devildom until the relations between the two worlds are way better.
Barbatos
He has to stay by Diavolo's side in Devildom, so he is against adopting a child from the human world and bring them in a dangerous place for them.
If there comes a future where Devildom becomes a safer place for humans he might think of also adopting a child from the human world.
Solomon
At first it was a no brainer to think that a child from the human was the obvious answear but when you stay and think about it...he would also want a child with a longer life span.
He is really conflicted about it so he leaves the final choice up to you. Either choice would be ok.
Simeon
Is Luke not enough for the two of you?
I don't think this time will be between a child from Devildom or the human world but a kid from the Celestial Realm or human world.
Tho with how....complicated things are up in the Celestial Realm in general I think the more obvious choice would be to adopt from the human world.
SPOILERS FROM SEASON 4!!!
Since he became a human with a normal human life span, adopting a child from the human world is really the only sensible option at that point.
END OF SPOILERS!!
Mephistopheles
He is part of the nobility so even if he wanted to adopt a child from the human world he wouldn't really be able to due to his status
Friendly reminder that while he acts like an ass to everyone he has a big soft spot for kids, no matter the realm they come from! Idk how relevant is to the ask, but I think it's cute.
Thirteen
I guess every world is good to adopt a kid from??? She is a reaper, not really belonging to ONE specific realm. At least that's how the game shows it.
It's really up to MC to decide
Now I have this mental image of her having to lead both your soul and her kid's soul to wherever souls go to once both of you die :')
Raphael
Again, it's between Celestial Realm and human world. Just imagine how the Celestial Realm would react to an angel adopting a demon kid and bringing them to past the Heaven's gates.
Unlike Simeon who isn't as tied to Celestial Realm, he has to stay there and idk how much the Celestial Realm is willing to let a human child run around.
MC has been there once(twice practically...It's hard to explain without spoiling something from season 3) but still...better adopt an angel child.
MC is more likely to be allowed in the Celestial Realm than some human kid.
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Just to help conclude this one. Also trying to write a post-apocalypse Buddie AU. Definitely different than yours, a lot darker and from an isolated, angst Buck POV. Hopefully I’ll finish it in this lifetime 😂😂😂😂
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Maybe three or four years old. She has big, sad eyes that tug at Hen’s heartstrings, even before she knows anything about her. Something has happened to this child.
When Hen and Karen make their way outside to greet Shannon and Taylor, the girl is being held by Eddie. She must have been passed off to him so Shannon could greet her son. They’re hugging tightly, and Chris is chattering to her about everything that has happened since they last spoke.
“Who’s this?” Karen asks, walking up to him to inspect the little girl.
Taylor turns to face her. She takes a sort of nervous breath.
“This is Mara,” Taylor says. The little girl turns her head at the sound of her name, but doesn’t make a sound. “Lucy and Felisa found her and her mother travelling. Trying to get out of town. There was an accident, her mother was hurt…”
Hen can fill in the rest.
“Poor angel,” Hen says gently.
Karen runs a hand over the girl’s curls. “Oh, honey…”
Shannon straightens up, still hugging Chris to her. “We thought…”
“I mean, maybe you aren’t interested at all,” Taylor interjects.
“Right, which would be totally fair,” Shannon says. “And we can keep her.”
“We can,” Taylor says. “Not that we have any other kids around.”
“You want us to take her in?” Eddie says.
“Well, yeah,” Shannon admits. “Or, some of you. Any of you. Whatever works best.”
Hen and Karen exchange a look.
“Shannon, I…” Eddie starts and trails off.
“Okay, we were being nice,” Taylor says. “We meant Hen and Karen.”
“Or anyone,” Shannon says diplomatically. “Hen and Karen just came to mind first. That’s all.”
Hen and Karen had always wanted more children. They’d talked about it before. And then… The world sort of took that dream from them.
“She’d have a better life here,” Taylor says. “With all the kids and books. The beach right there. She’s so little. Maybe eventually she won’t even realize her life isn’t normal.”
That’s a good point. It’ll feel more like growing up on a commune than in the apocalypse. The other kids here will all remember the world before. At least parts of it, in the boys’ cases. Mara wouldn’t. Won’t.
“I mean,” Karen says, taking a nervous breath. “We should talk to everyone. And to each other…”
“Yeah,” Hen nods. “We should.”
Even though they both know no one here will deny a sweet little orphaned girl a home. Half of them are parents, and the other half are Chimney and Buckleys. No way they’ll say no.
So really, they just have to talk to each other. Maybe spend some time with Mara? But does it even matter how much time they spend with her? She’s just a baby, really. She needs a home. Just like Denny had needed a home.
Oh, boy. Hen knows exactly what she wants.
And from the look in Karen’s eyes, so does she.
When Shannon and Taylor leave, the next afternoon, they don’t take Mara with them. It only takes Hen and Karen a few hours to fall in love.
October 20th, 2018
Eddie sits on the beach, early in the morning. Not long after sunrise. Everything feels golden and hazy. Warm. Even if the air temperature is a bit cooler than Eddie would want it to be, in front of the water.
He’s sitting on an old driftwood log, mug of homegrown peppermint tea in hand. He’s just sort of watching. Watching the boys play in the shallow water, splashing each other and laughing. Watching Buck work at the fishing nets. Eddie had offered to help, but he’d been helping Bobby with construction for a long time yesterday while Buck watched the cams, so he told Eddie to relax. Stay in bed even. Eddie hadn’t wanted to stay in bed. He is more than happy to sit here and watch. Getting to watch his son happy and free of fear, with friends his age? Getting to watch his very handsome boyfriend with sea water glittering off his skin? Yeah. Who would pass up either of those things?
It’s been going really well. Living here. Being with Buck. Giving Chris a stable place. He’s felt so much guilt for so long. And hey, he still does, a lot of the time. A month and a half doesn't change much internally. It’s a slow process.
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hi! i would like to request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? if it’s possible, i’d like a third year kageyama with fem!Reader please. i would like if he called me 'honey' in the letter! we’ve been friends through highschool years (maybe we were seat mates, and progressively got closer) and we’re about to graduate so he finally confesses his love for me. for tone and genre it’d be great an adoration and pure fluff, where he feels stupid for not realizing his feelings earlier and talks about his fascination over reader. location: we still are seat mates, so he leaves it in my desk before leaving for training, along with some candy. xtra info: we’re both 17/18, i’m constantly described as sunny and clever, so i kind of help him a lot academically, and like to go see him play. thank you in advance, i hope you have great valentines
Kageyama's Confession Letter to His Friend
This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.
| Pairing: Kageyama x Fem!Reader| Genre: Fluff| Post-Type: Letter| Word Count: 730|
Warnings: a kiss
Note: Hey, thanks! Happy Valentine's Day, hope you enjoy your letter from Kageyama!
You wave goodbye to Kageyama as he heads to volleyball practice like usual, though he looks nervous and runs out before giving you a second glance like he usually did at the end of the day.
Though, you shrug and go to your desk to get your things and that’s when you see the envelope and a small box of chocolates in a heart box on your desk. Did you have a secret admirer? It was Valentine's Day after all, but you weren’t expecting to actually receive anything from anyone. You carefully open the envelope and read it’s contents;
Y/N,
Uh Happy Valentine’s Day.
We’re already seniors and soon we’ll be going our separate ways to university and following our dreams. But before that, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you. I was stupid for letting it go this far without saying anything, but I can’t pretend like all I feel for you is friendship.
I hate this feeling in my chest whenever other guys come up to you. What if they jump in before I decide to finally grow a pair and tell you first?
Y/N…I like you, I have liked you for a while now despite how hard I tried to push those feelings away. I thought maybe volleyball was the only thing I’d be able to hold in my heart, but you’ve managed to squeeze yourself in and I can’t seem to get you out of my head.
I know it’s stupid and you don’t have to return my feelings. But I’d be an idiot to just let you go without saying what I truly feel.
You’ve managed to deal with an idiot like me this long, helping me in the classes I struggle with so I don’t get banned from playing Volleyball. You’re the reason I’ve been able to pass all my classes and stay in Karasuno.
I know it seems sudden, I tried my best to act normally around you, but I can’t hold it in any longer. You don’t know how hard I’ve held myself back during our games when we win. My eyes automatically look for you first to see if you’re looking back, which you always are…
I hate how cheesy it is for me to say all this on Valentine’s Day, but you seemed sad last year when the other girls received chocolates and other trinkets from their admirers. Even if you don’t feel the same way, then please keep the chocolates anyway.
That’s all I wanted to say. Do with these words as you please, you know where to find me if you feel the same.
Tobio.
Your feet quickly carry you to the gym where you knew his team was currently practising for an upcoming match. You burst into the gym, out of breath, causing all eyes to turn to you as you walk up to Kageyama and drag him away from you, muttering apologies to his team but asking for a minute of his time.
Kageyama grumbles, his face going red as you walk him out of the gym for a little more privacy, away from the curious eyes of his team. He’s about to scold you for just dragging him away like that without warning, even though he really didn’t mind, he was just freaking out. Were you going to yell at him for liking you? Or maybe you were going to say he made you uncomfortable and didn’t want to be his friend anymore. He’d never been this nervous before.
Seeing the internal battle in his eyes, you ease his thoughts by leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips.
“Of course I’ll be yours. You should have told me sooner. I thought I was the only one feeling this way,” you breathe out, almost amused.
His ears are bright red from the kiss and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, yet his stomach is in a jumble of knots.
“Then uh, you wanna stick around so we can go out after practice?” He asks, unsure of himself.
You nod in agreement, letting him go back to practice while you watch. He’s very new at this, you’re the first person he’s ever been with. It’ll definitely take some time for him to be more comfortable and confident in your new relationship, but he’s beyond happy about being with you now. He won't mess this up.
Posted: 2/14/2024
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I feel like Jessie's background with Emily resonated with me the most because of the way it portrayed girlhood.
The Toy Story movie shows a lot about childhood in a boy's eyes (Andy), he lives in a "boy" room, has "boy" toys, watches "boy" cartoons and even the main characters, at least in the first movie, are all masculine characters. We see the adventures he creates with his toys and most of them are stories of action, with male characters as protagonists, it's not like there's anything wrong with that, but it's more focused in a boy's childhood itself, from the toys, to the media he likes to watch, to the room, and everything.
But Jessie... Jessie had a girl owner. And that only scene, with the "When She Loved Me" song, portrayed that very well. Not only because they added a girl but because the world around Emily and Jessie is a girl world. A "girl" room, "girl" adventures, even the fact that she enjoyed a cartoon fron her time and liked it through a girl's eyes and you girls know what I'm talking about, just has a big emotional impact on me. Some of you reading this post maybe felt like me: had the Monster High fever in 2014. Watched all the Barbie movies. Had everything princess themed.
I like how Emily didn't cared much about gender steriotypes (dresses and makeup) when she was younger, just like Jessie. Most of us don't, and after a specific age we start to care and enjoy. And I liked how the movie emphasized this, that Emily has changed and grown up, but Jessie hasn't. It's almost as if Jessie had a childish soul forever, which in fact is quite real due to the fact that she's a toy. Maybe what Emily left behind stayed in Jessie. I think the fact that Emily was the one who took Jessie out of the box also affected her a lot, because Jessie learned to live through Emily, and whether she liked it or not Emily helped shape her personality, like sharing opinions and liking the same things. I think that was also one of the reasons Jessie got so sad, because she and Emily were so similar and so well-matched that it was almost like losing a part of herself. Emily probably saw herself in Jessie's character, the red hair, the brave and sweet attitude, the cowgirl style and the love for horses.
Many of us identified with a character growing up, for example, I loved Raven Queen from Ever After High and everything about Ever After High, I had products, toys, dolls, even my school backpack, I watched the cartoon and carried my doll everywhere, I made her watch it with me, wanted to have purple highlights in my hair, and I thought she looked so much like me. Today the show was canceled without an ending and the dolls are no longer made. I still have mine, but... do you notice how familiar this story is? (I also didn't liked makeup and clothes much back then.)
When Emily started to grow up she changed, and also started to enjoy things that we, for example, started to enjoy. Makeup, music artists, stylish clothes, which are also part of the huge girlhood experience, one way or another. The little girl that loved Monster High is still in you, but now she's grown up and she enjoys listening to music and getting dressed. I listen to Lana Del Rey and Aurora now, like many of you probably listen to your favorite artists too. I went to concerts and own albums.
And that's why I love Jessie's flashback so much: because while the whole series is based in a boy's childhood, there are some small moments that weren't, and those moments were so perfectly represented, because every girl has a story like this. Yours was with what? My Little Pony? LPS? Barbie?
I feel like the Barbie movie got that really well in some moments too. It's the kind of thing you don't see in media that much. Girlhood truly is an experience.
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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU
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yourusername My forever date 🤞🏼💘 always fun when we get to let loose and party it up. Hire us for your next wedding, we’ll definitely get it turnt.
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yourbestiename 😜😜😜 👯♀️
jackharlow Y’all are another level of crazy, I’m just happy my wife is back home because single you is another level of scared I have.
yourusername You’re so dramatic lmaooo
claybornharlow WHY WASN’T I INVITED?????? That’s the real question here!!! Sis yourbestiename I thought we were partners in crime 🤔
yourbestiename We are, but this was a girls night 😜😜😜
claybornharlow I could’ve dressed up as a girl and called it a day 🤦🏼♂️ 🙄
yourusername Next time Clay, I promise you’ll have the time of your life 😝
claybornharlow bet 🫡🤝🏻
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urbanwyatt Weekend with my mini mi 🤞🏼💖
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jackharlow 💜
cozane omw now!!! I missed my little best friend
yourbestiename My baby 🫶🏻 Nina loves youuu so much Cassie poohhhh 😘
user Damn so you only have her weekends? that’s sad.
user & the fact that Y/N moved out of Kentucky to LA just to get back at him.
user that’s low even for her.
ynupdates You guys just talking without even knowing anything. Didn’t your mom teach you to stay out of grown folks stuff?
yourusername 😘🫡
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yourusername Get you someone who looks at you the way my bebecita looks at me 🥹🥰 my partner in crime, even when she gives me tough love.
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jackharlow Funny, she looks at me like that too so I guess we’re fighting because she’s all mine
yourusername Boy sit down 😂
yourbestiename My baby for life 🫶🏻 you know I always give out tough love, I don’t sugar coat anything!!!!!!!
druski But can you look at me like that?
yourusername UMM NOOO
druski Damn and here I thought you’d let me slide in and give me a chance since Urban left your ass.
yourusername DRUUUUU 🤦🏻♀️ Urban didn’t leave me lmaoooo.
user Then what?
user aren’t you two divorced already?
user Damn so Stassie really saying the true?
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user Tell us
yourusername I ain’t telling y’all shit. Mind your business, keep it pushing boo 😘
user Ew & the fact that Urban doesn’t even come and defend you says a lot. You two in bad terms.
yourusername Ohhh okayyyy 👍🏼 you know everything.
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urbanandynupdates Not Maluma posting and deleting this 😱
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maluma 😚😚😚
jackharlow He needs to get knocked out again???
yourbestiename He wasn’t even at the wedding so I’m confused.
yourusername He’s just starting drama.
druski He’s like me 🤣🤣🤣
urbanwyatt 🙄
urbanwyatt Because he send me the first pic talking about he’s with my girl and he might take her back to his place after the wedding.
yourbestiename HE WASN’T EVEN THERE LMAOOOO WHAT
jackharlow And you still want to drop that song with him? After the shit he’s trying to pull?
yourbestiename Don’t even start. Bye ✌🏼
jackharlow 🤦🏼♂️
user THESE HOES AINT LOYAL
yourusername Who are you calling a hoe? you all LOVE to speak on something y’all know nothing about!!!!! Our fault for sharing our lives with the internet. Lesson learned ✔️
user Girl please, put all that energy towards your baby daddy!
yourcousinname Stassie is that you???? Don’t need to hide behind fake accounts boo. We know you’re obsessed with them all.
yourusername LMAAAOOO
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urbanwyatt My Cassie 💗
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yourusername My chiquita hermosa 🤩
yourbestiename Cassiepooohhhhh 🫶🏻
jackharlow They grow up so fast 😢
urbanwyatt TELL ME ABOUT IT 😫
maluma Soon to be stepdaughter 🤓
urbanwyatt COME AGAIN?
urbanwyatt Yeah I’m gonna need someone to bail me out because this fucker is just asking to get his ass beat.
user The fact that she’s been with you more than Y/N speaks volume.
user It’s what I’m saying!!!!!
user Partying and not being with her daughter is crazy to me. You’re doing good Urby.
yourusername LMAAAOOO
user It’s funny that you’re a deadbeat mom?
urbanwyatt I’ve let you guys say whatever, I’d left you all wondering and just be evil. But enough is enough. Y/N and I are separated but we’re on good terms. She has a career, a career that sometimes she needs to travel and our daughter doesn’t handle well being on airplanes. We both have full custody of our daughter, so I don’t know where you all get that she’s not with our kid. Don’t speak on something you know nothing about. Y/N and I may not be together, but she’s the mother of my child, she’s still my number one, my ride or die, my best friend. Don’t get it twisted now!!!!
druski TALK YO SHIT WHITE BOY
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Samwise Gamgee and elf reader made me cry deeply inside at the fluff and I don’t know how else to satiate this need, except to please request more fluffy (maybe smutty) writings on their happily ever after. Especially since I believe eventually Sam must too go to the undying lands since he held the ring after Frodo was paralyzed? (In the books at least?). Does his elf wife give him a big bunch of kids? Or are they a small family with one or two? Gotta know about those half elf half hobbit babies.
(oooh yes okok I'm gonna do some headcanons on this :) enjoy!)
(Sam x female!elf!reader, continuation of this post)
Once you first move to the Shire with him, Sam gives you as much time as you need to settle in before he starts bombarding you with anything.
He more than happily shows you around and introduces you to everybody (the introductions may or may not come at a party that Merry and Pippin may or may not have organized in secret).
Once you are fully settled and happy, Sam is quick to propose to you. It isn't a huge busy affair, just a simple romantic evening together, and he proposes as you watch the sunset.
Obviously you say yes.
The wedding planning is not something either of you are particularly fussy about, so if there's a really particular thing you'd like then he's fine with it.
Most, if not all, of the Shire is invited to celebrate, along with a few close friends from further lands. The remainder of the Fellowship is present, who cheer by far the loudest when the two of you kiss, along with Arwen, Faramir and Eowyn.
Sam just about feels his heart stop beating when you tell him you are pregnant for the first time.
Cue a mild sequence of panic and many gentle reassurances from you.
The pregnancy is not easy by any means, but it is certainly nothing to panic over and you have very few complications, and soon enough you give birth to a wonderful baby girl.
Her hair is light and curly, just like her father's, and the tips of her little ears come to a point - an indication that she was definitely half elf.
At your suggestion, which Sam enthusiastically agrees to, you name her Lily.
You end up having four more children over the years - two boys and twin girls. They are all a handful to deal with sometimes, but Merry and Pippin are the best uncles ever, and will happily spend a day with them to give you and Sam a break.
Because of how tall you are compared to them, be prepared for your children to just start climbing you at any given moment.
You watch, hand in hand with Sam, as they grow up in front of you, and you watch as your husband begins aging too.
Wrinkles begin to form on his skin, his joints begin to ache, and you fear his mind is not as sharp over time as it once was.
You begin to prepare. Many years ago you had consulted with Arwen and Legolas about this eventuality, and had it all planned out.
So when all your children have grown up and started their own lives, and Sam tells you he fears it is his time to go, you simply smile softly.
You have explained to your children already, and while they are sad that the both of you are leaving, they understand and promise to take care of each other.
You take Sam back to Rivendell, where he had asked you to stay so long ago, and find a boat waiting for you.
His hand over yours, he murmurs "Where... where are we my dear?"
"Do not worry, my love. We are going to join my kin."
And with that, you board the boat, and sail to the Undying Lands with your husband.
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