#the answer will forever be sign😔😔

[potatopasta69]

OMFG THE WAY I THOUGHT THIS POLL WAS GONNA PROVE ME RIGHT, BUT YALL REALLY FUMBLED THE BAG😭😭😭 WE CAN TURN IT AROUND IN SIX DAYS, RIGHT?

HOT TAKES POLL PT1: Brown Eyed Girls edition

[pa-rou]

HEHEHE mumbo DOES have a highschool level crush on mister hotguy and he's so EMBARRASSING ABOUT ITTTT

also gkjfld;sa i would tell you about my fic so easily but it's for the bigbang event going on and i am sworn to secrecy im afraid (unless you're somehow a aprt of that too in which case owo dm me /hj)

i’m not part of the event so im gonna have to wait just like everybody else 😔😔 but im excited for all the art and fics that are gonna come out of it!! :DD

[mikashisus]

TOO SWEET!

SUMMARY: it's halloween, and your plans with your best friend are cut short. arlecchino, your intimidating yet friendly neighbor, asks you for a favor, which eventually leads to a startling confession.

PAIRING: lyney x vampire!fem!reader (can be read as gn tbh)

warnings: fluff/humor, slight angst, blood + blood drinking (vampire core!)

wc: 3.6k

notes: partly bullshittery honestly. also yes this was heavily inspired by 'my babysitter's a vampire' bc i literally love that show with my whole heart and i will forever be angry that it was removed from netflix. this was barely edited so i apologize for any errors 😔🙏

this is my entry for the @/stellaronhvnters halloween event! prompt: vampires!

You cursed, the line going straight to voicemail. Tonight was Halloween, and your best friend, Citlali, wasn’t answering her phone. 

She was shit at answering her phone in general, but tonight was special. Four months ago, the two of you planned what you were going to do on Halloween night, even going as far as to set event reminders on your phones.

First, you were going to go to a haunted amusement park and get scared out of your minds. Then, you were going to go see that new trashy horror movie that was supposedly only good because Fontaine’s biggest star, Furina, was starring as the main character. Finally, you were going to buy fast food and return to your house for a sleepover. 

Wasn’t like you could sleep, anyway. 

Yet, it seemed as if all your plans were going down the drain, as not only was she not answering her phone, but she was a no-show at the amusement park. You were waiting around for about an hour, but there was no sign of her at all. You debated calling her mom, your finger hovering over the contact. 

Quickly pocketing your phone and getting back into your car, you decided you’d just go back home and ask her about it tomorrow. To say you were disappointed was an understatement, especially since you’ve been looking forward to this night for months. 

As you pulled into your driveway and angrily exited your car, you saw your neighbor’s door slamming shut. You shivered. Your neighbor, Arlecchino, was a scary and intimidating woman with three children around the same age as you. Even though your families were cordial with each other, you never made the move to befriend her kids. You didn’t think you’d ever get along anyway, especially since you all had extremely different interests and belonged to different social circles. 

Before you even had the chance to make it to your front door, she called out to you. You mentally cursed yourself out and turned to face her, greeting her with a shy smile. 

She returned it with a cordial one of her own. 

“Are you just coming home from an outing with friends?” She questioned, eyeing the purse hanging from your arm. 

You let out a heavy sigh. “I’m afraid not. She bailed at the last minute.” 

“I see. I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“It is what it is. I’ll text her in the morning.” You shrugged. “Did you need something?” 

Arlecchino, although intimidating, was a lovely person to hold a conversation with. She was a businesswoman after all. Conversing with others was in her job description. 

Suddenly, you felt hungry. Deciding you’d eat after Arlecchino left, you checked your phone for the time. It was still early enough that the streets would be filled with people, so you’d have to wait another hour or so— unless you were stealthy, but knowing you and your curse of being a klutz, you’d cause a scene almost immediately. 

And you couldn’t have the entire neighborhood show up at your door with pitchforks, so you’d just have to wait until the crowds dispersed. 

“Yes, actually…” The woman in front of you noticed your frantic fidgeting and changed the subject. “Are you alright, (Name)?” 

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m fine, I just haven’t eaten much today, so…” 

That was a lie. You haven’t had your fill in over a week, and your cravings were continuously getting worse. If you waited even a night more, you might just pass out. 

She hummed in understanding. “I see. Well, I was hoping you were free to watch my darling children tonight,” she said, “Clervie and I have dinner plans, and our usual babysitter canceled due to a family emergency. I’d greatly appreciate it if you could look over them for us while we’re out. I’ll pay you handsomely for your trouble.” 

You were more than surprised at her proposal. Any chance to gain easy cash was a welcome one in your book, but you were also confused. Weren’t her kids your age? Why was she asking you to babysit them if they could take care of themselves? 

You knew Freminet was younger than you, and that was understandable if she wanted you to watch him, but Lyney and Lynette too? Weren’t they also eighteen like you? 

Noticing your confused stare, she elaborated. “Lyney and Lynette decided to blatantly disobey my rules a few nights ago. As a result, I’ve deemed them unable to watch Freminet on their own. That is why I have asked you to do it instead.” 

She sighed, placing a hand to her temple, and you knew that look– it was the expression your mother wore every time you did something to piss her off. 

“Sure,” you answered, shrugging, “my plans were canceled, as you know, so I don’t mind.” 

She sent you a tight-lipped smile. “You have my thanks. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, and you can find all our drinks out in the garage. Please, help yourself.” She placed a delicate hand to the small of your back and led you into her house.

Now that you thought about it, you’ve never been inside her house before. Maybe you have, once when you were still young, but you didn’t recall it. So, in your mind, this was your first time entering the old house you always considered to look like a haunted mansion on the outside. 

You sent a quick text to Citlali, hoping she’d answer, though you knew at this point that your night together wouldn’t be able to come to fruition. 

The house was loud as you entered, with Clervie, Arlecchino’s wife, arguing about something with who you presumed to be Lyney. In the living room, the tv was on, with an old classic horror film playing. Freminet was seated on the couch, his legs crossed, and his eyes glued to the tv screen. Lynette was lying next to him, her feet sitting on his lap and her head dangling over the armrest of the couch as she scrolled through social media on her phone. 

In another room, you could hear the voices of two more children. Weird, you thought, I thought they only had three kids. As if reading your mind, Arlecchino answered your question. 

“We’re housing foster children at the moment. They’re sweet children, you’ll find them to be cooperative.” 

With a nod, you continued following her into the kitchen. There, as you suspected, sat Lyney on one of the barstools, arguing with his mother. Clervie was dressed to the nines in a long, white dress that hugged her curves and had a sweetheart neckline. A necklace with a skull sat around her neck, and her hair was pulled up into an elegant updo. 

“I told you, this is because you broke me and your Father’s trust,” she scolded her son with a pointed look, “now, we must be going.” She picked up her purse as soon as you entered, and headed straight for your direction. 

She sent you a smile, and it was then you wondered if she was an angel sent from heaven. She embraced you excitedly, holding you tightly. “You’ve grown so big! Thank you so much for taking these rascals off our hands for us.” 

You returned her smile, finding her way easier to talk to than Arlecchino. “Of course, it’s not a problem.” 

But there was going to be a problem if you didn’t eat soon. The more you dilly-dallied, the more your hunger increased. 

Clervie thanked you once more, promising to pay you as soon as they returned from their outing. She pressed a quick kiss to Lyney’s head and bid her farewells to the other children before her and Arlecchino were out the door, leaving you standing idly by yourself and a dumbfounded Lyney. 

You turned to him, only to see him staring at you wide-eyed and his jaw slack. Lynette (you didn’t even know when she appeared) was standing beside her brother, a way calmer expression on her face than her brother’s. She blinked at you, before waving politely. 

“When Father told us she was going to find a last minute babysitter, you were not what I had in mind.” She told you bluntly. 

Shrugging, you eyed the bowl of apples on the island and made a beeline for them. “Trust me, I was just as surprised as you. I wasn’t expecting to be babysitting tonight, I was supposed to be getting high with my best friend.” 

Taking a bite out of the apple, you let out a sigh of relief. This would have to satisfy your hunger for now, just until you could slip away and quickly grab a real bite. 

Lynette shared a look with her brother. “Citlali, right?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. Nerdy, know-it-all, has an obsession with the school’s lab.” 

She hummed. “I’ve partnered with her a few times before on a project.” 

“Yikes, sorry.” You chuckled, knowing how hardcore your best friend could be when it came to projects. 

“It’s fine. She’s cool.” Lynette shrugged halfheartedly and reached for an apple. 

Lyney, who had been staring at you this whole time as if he’d seen a ghost, finally cleared his throat and brought your attention to him. “So, uh… sorry Father dragged you into this. It’s our fault you’re here right now.” 

Lynette nodded, agreeing with her brother. Truthfully, you were a bit upset you were here instead of in your bedroom watching Coraline or Halloweentown, but you were also glad you didn’t have to spend the night alone. Your parents were out, your younger sister was trick-or-treating with her friends in another neighborhood, and your grandparents were on a vacation in Mondstadt. 

“We kinda forgot to watch Freminet a few nights ago when Father and Mother were at Heloir and Foltz’s choir concert,” Lyney continued, looking away bashfully, “and when Mother found out, we were in for a stern talking-to.” 

Lynette sighed softly. “Forgive us. Please.” 

You smiled at them. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I would’ve had to spend the night alone otherwise.” 

Checking your phone, you could feel your hands shake. You needed to eat, or else you’d collapse within the next hour. That, and you had a bad feeling about your best friend’s lack of response to your texts. Usually, she would’ve responded by now with an explanation, but there was none. She didn’t even open your messages. 

Did she even have her phone on? You checked her location, only to see she was in her house. Odd. She definitely should’ve responded by now. You were getting a bit worried. 

“But uh, I need to go.” 

The twins gave you a confused look, and Lyney quickly hurried after you as you bolted for the front door. “Wait, wait. Didn’t you just say—“ 

“Look.” You turned to them with an agitated expression. “I’m hungry, and my best friend isn’t answering her phone, and I’m worried something has happened to her. You guys are completely capable of watching your brother on your own. You don’t need me.” 

Lyney seemed to deflate like a balloon at your words. “But what about Father? She’ll be pissed if she finds out you bailed—“ 

“Then I’ll get back before she gets home.” You stated confidently, swinging the front door open. 

The twins watched you sprint down the driveway and down the road. Lynette turned to her brother. “Idiot. You scared her away.” 

“What!?” He slammed the front door shut and followed his sister into the kitchen. “How’d I screw this up??” 

“Because you were gawking at her like she’s a full course meal,” she picked up her phone and opened a bag of chips, “seriously, you need to get over her and stop drooling. It’s sad watching you fumble.” 

Lyney pouted. “Lynette…” 

She looked up at him briefly. “I’m just stating a fact. She’s way out of your league.” 

It was true that Lyney had a big fat crush on you. Ever since you moved in next door when you were children, he has had feelings for you. He was perfectly content to watch you from afar during elementary school and middle school, but ever since your first year of high school, he had enough of that puppy love. 

He wanted to get closer to you, to befriend you and maybe turn that friendship into something more. Yet, you never acknowledged him. You never even looked his way. It seemed as if he was nothing to you, just another student attending your school. He was jealous the first time you got a boyfriend, and he was devastated when the one time you did talk to him, you completely forgot who he was the next day. 

Now that you showed up at his house, he had some hope. Hope that he’d finally get to befriend you. But… you walked off, and he wasn’t sure you’d ever speak to him again. He lost once more. 

He pouted like a kicked puppy, and Lynette could only ignore his whining for so long. Finally, when she had enough of his self-pitied sighing, she leapt off the barstool and grabbed her jacket. “Let’s go.” 

Lyney perked up, raising a brow as Lynette threw his jacket at him and pulled on her sneakers. “Where are we going?” 

“After her,” she said as if it was obvious, “duh.” 

Lyney shuffled after her, pulling his own shoes on. He tossed a glance towards Freminet, who was too engrossed in the movie he was watching to even notice his siblings getting ready to leave. 

“But what about Freminet, Heloir, and Foltz?” 

“They’re fine. If we left them alone before and they didn’t burn the house down, then now shouldn’t be a problem either.” 

Lyney sighed. He loved his sister, but she was a handful sometimes. Even more so than he was, on occasion. With a small whine, he followed her out the door, shutting it behind him. 

The streets were mostly empty. You were lucky you left when you did, otherwise no one would be on the streets. You didn’t like feeding directly off of someone, but you were left with no choice. 

The vendor you usually bought from was away on vacation this weekend with his family, so you were unable to get your fill from his wares. 

He warned you, you thought, he told you weeks ago he wouldn’t be here on Hallows Eve. And yet… you still forgot. 

“Feed from an animal.” Your mother told you, but you outright refused. 

You refused to touch animals. They didn’t deserve to be harmed simply cause you needed to feed. When you told your mother that, she didn’t understand. 

“So you’d rather harm a human?” 

You never answered her question, but she already knew the answer, so there was no need. 

You spotted a man riding his bike and decided he would be your food tonight. Although you hated feeding from men (their blood didn’t taste as good— in your opinion), you’d rather them than an innocent woman. 

In an instant, you had him down on the ground, your fangs digging into the side of his neck. You kept one hand over his mouth and the other on his shoulder to keep him from running. He clawed at your hands, leaving scratches that hurt like hell, but you knew they’d heal up later, so you didn’t care. 

A loud crash startled you, and the now unconscious man was left on the sidewalk. You wiped the blood from your mouth and glanced at him. He’d live. You only needed a little bit of his blood to satiate you until the vendor returned in two days with a whole month’s worth of food for you. 

You eyed the alleyway closest to you with narrowed brows. “Who’s there? Show yourself.” 

Just in case there was a witness, you weren’t afraid to also feed from them. You couldn’t have the entire city after your head, after all. Imagining your neighbors showing up to your door with pitchforks in their hands did sound a bit amusing. Though, pitchforks were too outdated. 

Maybe they’d show up with guns instead, who knows. 

It was silent as you waited for whoever was behind the dumpster to move. The more you waited, the more impatient you became. Your eye twitched. You took a step forward, ready to go to them yourselves, when two people stepped out from behind the dumpster— two familiar people. 

Your eyes widened. “Lyney? Lynette!?” you stared at them in surprise, your jaw falling slack as you tried to string together your own thoughts. 

Lyney could feel his heart pounding against his chest. There was blood on your lips and around your mouth, shiny and fresh. He could see the body on the ground behind you, and he could spot your fangs protruding from your mouth. 

Were you… a vampire? 

He had his suspicions when he got a quick glimpse of your fangs an hour ago, but he also didn’t want to jump to conclusions so quickly— it was Halloween, after all. In the end, his gut feeling was correct, and now he wasn’t sure whether he should run for his life or interrogate the hell out of you. 

What does one do when they find out their neighbor of all people is a vampire?  

There isn’t really a handbook for this stuff. There should be, he thought. 

Lynette was more composed, but Lyney could tell she also harbored a bit of fear in her heart too. Judging by the way her eyes were blown wide and her shoulders were tense, he could tell she was prepared to book it at a moment’s notice. 

“I… I promise this isn’t what it looks like—“ 

“Are you sure about that!?” Lyney interrupted you, pointing to the unconscious man behind you. “Because it sure as hell looks like you just drank that man’s blood! Like… like a vampire!” 

You sighed, cutting to the chase. The clock was ticking and you were tired. “Y’know what? Whatever, it is what it looks like. I’m a vampire.” 

The nonchalance of your words threw the twins for a loop. They sputtered, opening and closing their mouths like fishes out of water. You stared at them, waiting for a whole slew of questions to be thrown your way. 

They didn’t come until a few moments later, and you were glad the silence was finally broken. Any more of that awkward silence and you likely would’ve cried. 

“How— what!?” 

Your stomach rumbled, and you cursed under your breath. How were you still hungry? That man’s blood should’ve been enough to satiate you. You checked your phone, and to your relief, Citlali finally replied to your worried messages. 

The contents of her texts made your blood boil. A growl involuntarily escaped your lips and the twins flinched at the sound. 

“Listen,” you spat, pocketing your phone, “I’m hungry and my best friend just texted me saying she got bit by my ex-boyfriend. I don’t have time to sit here and explain shit to you!” 

Your voice raised each sentence, and your apparent anger was making your hunger worse somehow. “If you want the full sob story, ask me tomorrow! But tonight is an overall shitty night for me, and all I wanna do is get back to my house, with my stomach full, and go the fuck to bed.” 

You turned on your heel, your chest heaving, and began speed walking down the sidewalk back to your house. You tried calling Citlali, but she wasn’t answering, and now you were even more furious than before. 

“Wait!” Lyney called out, catching up to you. 

“I don’t have time for this!” You yelled back, about to fly away, but the next words from his mouth startled you into a halt. 

“Y-You can drink from me! As much as you need!” 

You kept your back to him, mulling over his pleas in your head. Was he seriously offering himself up on a silver platter? 

Usually, you were vehemently against drinking blood from anyone unless your vendor was out of stock or like now, on vacation and you couldn’t reach him. It went against the promise you made to yourself when you first became a vampire— when your idiot ex didn’t take your feelings into account and turned you without caring about the consequences it’d cause for you. 

And now he turned Citlali, too, and quite frankly, you felt a little more than just betrayal. First he turned you, and then the person you cared the most about. He really wanted to make your life miserable, didn’t he? 

With a sigh, you turned to face the twins, who were giving each other an uneasy look. Lynette placed a hand on Lyney’s arm. 

“Are you sure about this, brother? What if you die?” 

“I would never kill someone,” you stated firmly, “I only drink until they go unconscious. I never drink to kill, only to satiate my hunger until my vendor returns to town with his blood supply restocked.” 

Lynette was still wary, but she slowly lowered her arm and nodded curtly in understanding. 

You shifted your gaze to Lyney, who was fidgeting ever so slightly. You could hear his heart hammering against his ribcage and you could sense the fear he was trying so desperately to hide with a neutral expression. 

“Are you sure, Lyney?” You questioned, raising a brow. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Y-Yes, I’m sure.” You could hear the obvious stutter in his voice, but you chose not to comment on it. 

If he was sure, then who were you to refuse free blood? 

You stepped closer to him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “This’ll hurt,” you muttered, watching the way his lip trembled a bit, “thank you.”

Your fangs sank into his neck, and the sweet taste of his blood hit your tongue.

notes: this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and everything was starting to not make sense so i decided to just cut the rest and stick with this.

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[pinkkittysaw]

EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC

*title inspired by charli xcx’s EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC

summary: you’re craving mac and cheese

pairing: art donaldson x afab! reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 1,035

content: (i block minors + ageless blogs), fluff, established relationship, mentions of menstrual period, one suggestive comment, mentions of art’s (and presumed yours) in canon daughter, lily. reader is shorter than art

a/n: “in a place that can make you change, fall in love again and again, fall in love again and again.” back at it again with the period fluff and self indulgent fics. they just don’t make pathetic, loser, girldad, husband material like art donaldson anymore 😔 he’s soo interesting to me. i wish i could put him under a microscope and study him

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, the familiar ache beginning to pool in your lower abdomen. The word is barely registered in your mind before you've cursed at yourself again, though this time silently, hoping that your six-year-old daughter hasn't heard you from a few doors down.

Art's eyes dart over to where you’re sitting beside him on the couch as he takes a calculated sip from his water bottle. He leans forward to place it on the wooden coffee table in front of you, picking up the remote to pause the recording of his most recent tennis match that's been playing in the background.

He doesn’t need to ask any questions; he knows when something’s bothering you. He stills for a beat, waiting to see if you'll permit him into the inner workings of your mind. 

“I got my period,” you groan. It’s amazing that even after all this time, it still manages to sneak up on you.

Art scoots a bit closer to you, wrapping one arm around your waist, his left hand fitting snuggly at your lower back, his fingertips smoothing over the sliver of exposed skin in gentle circles, while his right hand scales up your leg.

A part of you recoils at how much you relish in his affection during your cycle, wishing you could forever hide behind the wall of indifference you've managed to build in the years of your marriage, but he knows as well as you do that you'll both bask yourselves in the saccharine tenderness for as long as you can.

A lopsided grin graces his features. “You can tell that sort of thing without having to check?” He asks in a low whisper, as if the two of you are sharing an intimate secret. His nose is so close to yours that you can almost feel his breath.

You indulge him just for a moment. A quick brush of skin against skin. His nose was always one of your favorite features.

“After this many years, you start to pick up on the signs," you murmur, a smirk of your own coming through.

You remove yourself from his hold, and although he doesn't outwardly protest, you catch the pout on his face in your peripheral vision.

“Do we have any mac and cheese?”

He gives a slightly perplexed look, tilting his head before answering. “We should have a box or two; I could always order in the fancy stuff.”

You shake your head in opposition before starting to move toward the kitchen when another cramp makes you grimace, unable to hide your discomfort. Art’s quickly by your side, his fingers brushing up and down your arm.

“You go freshen up and get comfortable. I’ll take care of the cooking." His eyebrows raise as he says this, like he's posing a question instead of making a statement. Requesting permission to access the vulnerability that’s always hidden away behind lock and key.

You nod softly, though somewhat reluctantly, and he presses a kiss on your forehead before shooing you off to the bathroom.

A short while later, after you’re freshly clean and moisturized, you pad down to the kitchen, dressed in your coziest pajamas.

All the lights are dimmed, and you notice that the living room has been set up with a heating pad, a fluffy blanket, your favorite movie, and a selection of special snacks that you set aside specifically for when you're having cravings. The sight tugs at your heart strings.

The sinking pit in your stomach doesn’t fully manifest until you reach the kitchen and see Art standing in the low light over the stove, stirring the macaroni noodles every so often. He’s wearing his pajamas now, too, having snuck up to the bedroom to change while you were still washing up. You make a mental note to compliment him later on how well his ass fills out the pale blue cotton.

An erray of seasonings line the countertop, ones that he knows you love to incorporate in almost every meal you make.

A wave of overwhelming heartache washes over you as you amble over to where he stands near the stove, slinking your arms around his slim waist, your cheek pressed against the softness of his t-shirt. He always smells like clean laundry, and this time is no different.

He skims the skin of your arm affectionately with the back of his knuckles. His wedding band is cold against you, giving you a slight shiver.

“Feeling better?” He asks.

“Mmm, a little,” you mumble against him.

He chuckles through his words. “I can get you some Tylenol if you need it. I already put Lily down for bed. After I’m done here, we can snuggle up and watch movies on the couch.”

Art moves to strain the noodles, and you move with him, waddling in time with his steps, which earns a slight giggle from him, not wanting to be separated for even a moment. He’s careful to angle the pot so none of the boiling water splashes back onto you.

You could try to rationalize your feelings, shrug them off, and blame your hormones for the uptick in the neediness you feel and the desire for his affection. But the truth is, you love him. You really love him. Which, duh! After all, you married him, but sometimes it's easier to act nonchalant than it is to allow yourself to be fully exposed to someone else.

As the two of you move back over to the stove again, with him adding the finishing touches to the mac and cheese, he beats you to the punch.

“I love you.”

Your face is still stuck to his back, hoping he doesn’t notice that by pressing yourself so far into the fabric of his shirt, you’re attempting to stop any tears from falling.

“I know." You smile against his skin, letting him in on the joke.

He snorts in response, shaking his head playfully as he gives a final stir to the noodles. You pull your face from his back, the cotton clinging to him from where your tears have inevitably soaked through. You rest your forehead against him before releasing a breathy, "I love you too."

[rustyram035]

My favourite moment from my work🥺😔

Winter came to Skyrim unexpectedly, and ironic as it may be, in the vastness of these lands it actually existed. Of course, in the eternally icy parts of summer or spring there was no noticeable change, except that the snow thawed slightly, clearing the roads ahead for caravanners, and maybe also in Dawnstar, the catch of local fishermen slightly increased, although, however, there was plenty of fish at other times. But Falkreath and Whiterun stood decorated with a white blanket, and only Markarth could boast that it was never covered by snow.

Winter... it seems like it lasts forever, no matter where you go, the cold greets you everywhere. There has been almost no luck with contracts lately, and in the last months of keeping the calendar it turned out that there were at most five, and maybe seven. In general, they were executed quickly, because they did not represent anything special, say, like the recent assassination of the emperor. But since the Night Mother was silent, this could only mean that it was time to take your traveling bag with you and continue to wander around idle through mountain ranges and unexplored places, which seem to be never less, each time turning the wrong way, or reading the sign incorrectly, It turned out that there were a lot of caves and abandoned forts. No matter how sad it was to leave the shelter, there was nothing special to do there, which is why everyone scattered to their own corners, occasionally gathering to talk. And of course, prayers. The prayers took a huge amount of time, but only if the Keeper was completely satisfied with it, the Listener quickly got tired of this mournful monotonous muttering under his breath.The Night Mother herself was probably not delighted with this, because she answered with a heavy sigh, clearly hinting that she would not endure Cicero’s next sweet speeches about her deathly beauty and power. The fire slowly burned out, lazily throwing the flame onto the new brushwood thrown to it, in the night its flames cast furious shadows, dancing on the walls and steps of the old mound. Snow fell slowly, but the travelers under the canopy did not notice it. A wonderful view opened up, with the tundra stretching out in the distance. How long did this journey take? Definitely more than a month, because speaking of winter, she definitely caught them on the road, and it seemed like it was time to go back, because the bags were bursting at the seams from the junk they found.

-The guards are talking about a camp of outcasts that is hidden in the mountains,- with these words he circled the place on the map, -or so... Riften, look, the map is almost empty, we rarely go to the Rift, and just imagine how much there is there...

The Listener leaned back on a sack filled with hay, which conveniently lay among the barrels where they settled. Drowsiness took its toll, from time to time he plunged into dreams about how they would come across some other mound and, entering its cold belly, I would find thousands of riches and take nothing, let the dead bury their gold Cicero only grumbled sleepily, wrapping himself up in his raincoat, which he took from some bandit, and now in the coldest weather he always dragged around in it

-Well, just a couple more mounds and you’ll like it, I swear by Sithis, -the vampire whispered enthusiastically, hugging him to himself.

My sweet boys🥺💗

[aleksa-sims]

Simselfstory

CW: Pregnancy, addiction

The one hour he gave me was over, but the doors were still open. Should I stay-… or should I go?

I tried to call N., he didn't answer.... Shit, N.! Don't you care about me???... But why do I even wonder? I knew why he ignored me. We agreed on this! And well, that's N.! That's how he is. No matter what happens, he never deviates from the course. So even if I call him 100 times, he won’t pick up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😩

Before I go back to the current events, I quickly explain what Nico and I have discussed.

N. knew, as long as I haven’t cleared everything up with Daniel, D. would haunt my mind forever. So he wanted me to go to him and talk to him. And Nico and I weren’t together at the time, so he told me to do what I want with Daniel! 7 days, he said. After that, he wants an answer from me! No sooner or later! After my time with D.'s over, he'll talk to me! I didn’t agree with the 7 days, I thought I could settle this matter with Daniel within 24 hours. But well, Daniel’s answers to my questions have changed everything. So decided to stay! 7 days!

As you can see above, I just did my laundry. I had no comfy underwear here in Daniel’s and my apartment. While I was busy filling our washer, I noticed Daniel’s pills on the counter next to his things. At the same time, it rang at our door, but I didn’t care...

Shit, that’s the good stuff! The pills I was hooked on in the past... I’d love to get high. Right now, more than ever....

What the fuck did I do!???????? 😨 I’m pregnant, damn it!! What's wrong with me?.... 🤮🤮 Agh, I was damn lucky. I didn’t swallow the pill, I just had it in my mouth and I spit it out. 

Meanwhile, I heard Daniel talking to someone on our doorstep.

Daniel: I’m not interested in this job. Sorry, you got me wrong. But be honest, is that really why you came by, to offer me a job? Or is this about Alex?

Girl: No, I’m here for you. Besides, I know Alex doesn’t live here and I don't care tbh. The other day we were here, he told me.

Daniel: It’s none of my business anyway. However, I don’t need any help or a job. You're wasting your time. I'm pretty busy rn so...

How could I have done that? How could I forget I was pregnant?...... I was still standing in our tiny......... toilet-room (?). The window was open. I could hear Daniel & that girl talking about a job. Does he know I’m eavesdropping on them? Is that why he’s in such a hurry to get rid of her?... Agh, I'm such a mess.🤦‍♀️ Why am I even thinking about that girl? I want to get a divorce!! I should rather think about what I just did!!! I’m not even 24 hours here and all I care & think about is that damn drug and............ Daniel. 😖 

Daniel (to me): You know what’s about to happen. Last chance! If you don’t go, you’ll be locked up here with me tonight.

Girl: Um, I better get going. See you. 😬

Me: I just wanted to go over, to the bathroom. Who-... was that? 😳

Daniel: Weren’t you going to the bathroom? 🤨

Me: What- 😶‍🌫️😳

Daniel: Coincidentally, I want to take a shower, now! 🤷‍♂️ But we can do it together, I don’t mind.

Daniel: Come closer..... It’s been a long time.

Me: You're playing me. 😳😔

Daniel: Why do you think so? You want me too, that's why you stayed. I mean, you literally lured me into the bathroom. And you look hot, you got me horny. 😏

Me: No, I wasn’t trying to seduce you. I only wear... this, bcs I have nothing else here.

Daniel: I don’t care! We’re married and I wanna fuck you, babe.

Me: Btw, when did you get the divorce papers? 🤨

Daniel: Um..... 5 weeks ago?

Me: Exactly!.... What were you waiting for, Daniel? Why didn’t you call me, once you got better? Admit it, you’ve been thinking about breaking up with me, too. Alex told you what I said to him. And that girl earlier... Idk who she is, but I have heard it all! She's been here once.

Daniel: Yes! I was thinking about signing your fucking divorce petition. I was mad at you! Anyway, go up and wait for me. There’s still a lot we need to clear up. But this here, we'll definitely keep up tonight.

Me: Well, let's see.

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[urapunk]

headcanons on all nerds if a girl flirted with them

Ive been putting this off. sorry i admit it guys ive been ignoring you 😔😔 also lmk if i forget one of the nerds,,,

(also hey i just finished the end of this and realized you said flirting anon. not crushes, but flirting. can you send in another ask and ill make that one too im sorrh foe the mistake. pls dont be mad😔😔)

Melvin first. Cause hes my baby guys. But melvin is a sweetie pie, he's a nerd, but really only because he plays gng. Hes just dorky with it though, speaking with the 'hello fair lady/lad' type of style. He totally gets flustered and nervous when it comes to real talk

Bucky,,, i guess,,,,, i like to think bucky has ocd guys. The two watches are do hes completely sure what time it is(off topic😔)

Bucky wouldnt realize. He wouldnt. Hes too focused on what needs to be fixed or changed and refixed, but when you tell him how you feel he juet stares. he's never heard that one before.

Thad...... I dont r3ally examine thad. You can correct me on this one but he strikes me as someone whos narcissistic but i could bw totally wrong. But, when he notices the signs of someone having a crush on him hes overjoyed. Someone loves HIM! as they should. he might love you back but not nearly as much, he sees your love as more of a compliment.

idk donald. i simply cannot care for him. sorry folks ill write another later

Cornelius,,,, my boy... Hes a sweetie. A total ootie tootie whos a littlw smipnippy. binper🫶 he likes to make cute little poems to try and fluster you when he starts noticing it, and it feels like even when you begin to like eachother it still feels like a friendship, just much more intensified and sweet. The honeymoon stage lasts forever. hes a dork but in the sense he attracts like a magnet.

Fatty.... Uhm........ Fatty wouldnt really know what to do. He doesnt know what to do with crushes because he dowsnt get them nor feel them, hes just kinda livin man. He appreciates it though, and thinks its sweet sorta.

Earnest. He'd look at you and screech.

Earnest is gated when ir comes to crushes. Ymif you're a woman he'll call you plastic and if youre a man he'll call you gay. Through hes kinda gay himself. A bisexual homophobe. He starts to appreciate it after a while, liking the notes and all that you may or may not give him. He sends some back but theyre just cute little equations for you to solve.

Algie. A cutie pie but.. A nasty one. Ew, dudee,,,,,

He buys cute little flowers which are usually lilies. He really like lilies guys. He doesnt catch onto your crush first but when he does he gets so so red. Hes the same color as an old angry white man

Beatrice,,, ehehe

Beatrice would be the one crushing first, scribbling messy hearts on lockers and giving you test answers. Shes so sweet but so hard to catch on to, because she barely knows how she feels herself. She write you little corny poetries.

[destinyc1020]

Sunday confessions:

1. I dnt mind a Euphoria s3, bt i hope its the last. Im very curious wat there going to do as far as addressing wat hapoened to Fez, how they will age the characters, if Rue/Jules will get back together, how Cassie/Nate will n in the future. If theres goimg to b a s3 (i think its highly likely there will b since its one of HBOs most watched shows), i hope a required writers room will help Sam b more organized in his writing, Z gets to direct, hoepfully a Gia/Rues mom ep, and mayb Hunter grts to write again.

2. I saw Deuxmois sighting of Jacob n Olivia in Toronto, i think theyv been spotted pretty regularly. I think he has really found a match with her, he gets to b the *star* in the relationship and she seems to follow him wherever he goes lol i wuldnt b shocked if they lasted (even if their on/off)

3. Im very curious to see wat type of roles Z does once Euphoria actually ends. I think she is def going to continue producing and acting bt i think she likes stability, and i wuldnt b shocked if she was apart of another tv show. Wuld love if she was apart of a show lik the Bear

Thanks for your confessions Anon!

In answer to your confessions:

I'm kind of curious to see what they're going to do with the Fez storyline as well now that Angus is gone. 😔Honestly? I actually think it might be good to just let the show go at this point. 👀 They've had delay upon delay, Sam couldn't even write anything during the Writer's Strike last summer, the cast has been moving on to bigger and better things tbh 👀, "The Idol" was an utter disaster 🥴, the crew hated the filming conditions of S2, and based on rumors....supposedly HBO, Zendaya, and others aren't too happy with the supposed plotline/script for S3. Who knows if that last part is even true, but tbh at this point, the cast has all had success and wins and don't really need this show anymore as far as I'm concerned. I know I'll get pelted with tomatoes by Euphoria fans for saying this, but this is just my personal opinion. They really could just do a few episodes, and leave this show.... Or, just cancel it altogether....👀

While I think it's great that JE has lasted this long in a relationship with someone lol 🤭, for some reason, I'm still not seeing them as a "forever couple". I think JE and Olivia will last longer than fans expected them to, but I don't see him marrying that girl. And if they've really broken up more then once already and are "off/on", then that's a sign that maybe there are some fundamental issues going on in their relationship. 👀 But hey! I could be totally wrong about them, and they might end up married, having kids, with a house and a white picket fence lol. 😅 I'm just not seeing it rn.

I'm curious about that too Anon! I do think Z loves stability. I wouldn't mind her on another show that's actually well-written, with a stable director, a great cast, and an awesome plotline....Maybe a show that doesn't take 8 MONTHS to film. 🙄 I would have loved to have seen her do a show like HTGAWM with Viola Davis. Or, just anything where she's no longer playing a teenager in high school. I'm ready for her to shed the "teenage/high school" roles and leave them alone. I would even take her in a well-done series on Hulu, Netflix, or AppleTV. Just ANYTHING else other than something connected to Sam Levinson please.... 😩

[lanterne]

Breakfast in exchange for deaths?

Hmmmmmm....

😬 I want to give you a funny answer but you can't blame individuals imho. The ones that died by guillotined were killed by the goverment collectively but some individuals influenced it more than others. The CPS arrested the dantonists, but apparently Billaud was the one doing most of the pressure? But how do we know that? All of them signed their arrest except Lindet. The thermidorians conspired to have Robespierre outlawed, but who do we blame, Fouché or Tallien or the CPS, or the national convention that voted to outlaw him? I joked about Camille killing Brissot because he seemed to think it was his pamphlet what got him condemned (and he fainted out of remorse) but...... did it? Because Robespierre kinda masterminded the insurrection that took the girondins down... But did he singlehandedly do it? I mean... You could keep shifting blame forever lmao. They did kill each other tho. Like, collectively.

Sorry, you kinda have to figure this one out for yourself anon 😔 now i'll take my breakfast thank you very much :)

[omni-scient-pan-da]

Oooh fun fact past me, it has been about a year and a half since you posted this and I forgot this was on our blog so-

❓ Be Part of A Group Halloween Costume - Not for Halloween, BUT you and a large group of people do all cosplay as Mario characters to go see the Mario Movie in theaters so close enough

❓ Throw a surprise party/have a surprise party thrown for me - Uhhh well, you attempt to invite Bella to your dorm as a surprise for Michelle so they can go to a different party together but it does not go through properly but there was an effort made and also surprises and parties involved

❓ Meet one of my online friends irl - Not an online friend irl but you do meet a lot of people who are going to [college name] online because you're all going to college together and meet up with them?

❓ Move in with someone (platonically or romantically) - you were most definitely not talking about college roommates but TECHNICALLY you do move in with Michelle so-

✅ Ask someone out on a date (platonically or romantically) - This one is a bonafide yes! You do in fact ask Phoenix out on a date a little over a year after you make this post! They say yes! (It will be one of two official dates you go on in your four month long relationship but you did ask them out on a date)

✅ Be in a friend group with five or more people where everyone gets along relatively equally - Literally just wait a few more months buddy, you're almost there

❌ Kiss someone on the lips romantically or platonically - Yeah no buddy we're not there yet

❌ Meet a famous person in person - uhhhh you had the opportunity to meet George Takei but you forgot to sign up for the event so... No, not yet

✅ Write a fanfic so good it inspires someone else to make fan content for it - Yes! In fact I think you've already done this, the inspired fanfic that was written because you wrote yours has just not been written yet! But congrats!

❌ Literally fall asleep on someone - not that I can think of, but uhh yeah maybe some day

❓ Have one of my Tumblr posts break containment - a BUNCH of your scum villain posts blow up like... A lot and who knows what's going on with the rhubarb post but you've got something going for you

❌ Come across a post of someone recommending one of my fics to the rest of the Internet - if they are out there I have yet to find them

❌ Cosplay a ship or found family with someone/a group of people - you had the chance to do so a month ago but you were too broke and too tired

❌ Attend a comicon in said cosplay - Same as above

✅ Be part of a zine - YES!! We did do this one!! In fact final cut of the zine is due in a few days and it is mildly stressful but you're doing it!!

❓ Have someone offer to pay you to write some sort of fan content - I believe you meant apart from being in a zine, in which uhh no one has commissioned any fics but you are part of an event to raise money for Gaza, so technically someone did pay money for you to write them a fic, they just didn't pay you, they made a donation instead

❌ Answer a question from the science side of Tumblr - I haven't seen one of these posts in forever, and thus have not been able to do so 😔

We'll see how this list checks out in however long it takes me to come across this post again

My Bucket List of Things I'd Like To Do That Depend On Other People

Idk what made this pop into my head, but I was thinking about things that like- I want to do in life but depend on other people

My mom has always said that goals in life have to be things that revolve around you and you alone because otherwise there's no guarantee they'll actually happen (since you have no idea what other people will do) and so this is my list of things I want to do before I die that almost entirely depend on other people because I'm manifesting these things

Be part of a group Halloween costume

Throw a surprise party/have a surprise party thrown for me

Meet one of my online friends irl

Move in with someone (platonically or romantically)

Ask someone out on a date (platonically or romantically)

Be in a friend group that consists of at least five people where all five people are equally good friends with each other and it's not like someone is always excluded from group plans

Kiss someone on the lips (platonically or romantically)

Meet a famous person in person

Write a fanfic so good it inspires someone else to create some sort of fandom content based off of it

Literally fall asleep on someone

Have one of my Tumblr posts break containment (not this one though there's literally so many other banger posts that deserve to break containment)

Come across a post of someone recommending one of my fics to the rest of the internet

Cosplay a ship or found family with someone/a group of people

Attend some sort of comicon in a pair/group cosplay

Be part of a zine

Have someone offer to pay me to create some form of fancontent

Be able to answer a question posed to the science side of tumblr

There are probably more but these are a decent enough starting point for now, maybe I'll reblog with more at some point in the future or maybe even check these things off the list but yeah this is a good list for right now

[on-maars]

🍀 questions tag game 🍀

thanks for the tag Mel @emeraldcas 💛

name: Domi

star sign: leo altho i should've been a virgo because i was born three weeks early (which always makes more sense when i check) (which is very very rarely tbh)

height: 176cm

time: 7:30pm

birthday: 7th of august

favorite bands/artists: twenty one pilots, half alive, imagine dragons, bastille, giant rooks, grandson, halsey, pomme, probably others i forgot.

last movie: thor love and thunder (i love marvel and it was entertaining but i was SO bored sometimes, i am: incredibly disappointed)

last show: obi-wan kenobi and the boys

when did I create this blog: I think in 2013? For supernatural at first, then I left for a few years and came back because of supernatural again, stayed for 9-1-1.

what i post: fics sometimes but I usually only reblog you guys' stuff 💫

last thing i googled: "people of the pride lyrics genius"

other blogs: nope, only one ✌

do i get asks: very rarely (lately never but tbh i'm not really active at the moment, i'll probably come back in september when the gay firefighters are back)

following: 191

average hours of sleep: around 8 i'd say?

instruments: nope 😔 i used to play the guitar when i was in middle school but i stopped before going to high-school because i didn’t really have time anymore (also the "end of year performance" anxiety was ruining my life)

what i'm wearing: pj shorts and my old hufflepuff tee-shirt

dream job: same answer as Mel, run a queer english bookshop somewhere in Britanny maybe 💕🌈

dream trip: i'd love to do a road trip in the USA and maybe it'll happen next year?? Hopefully 🤞 i was dying to visit Edinburgh too and if everything goes well, I'll be over there for a few days in August 💕

nationality: french

favorite songs: oof this is the hardest question in the world?? bandito by twenty one pilots will forever hold a special spot in my heart 🥺 the kids from yesterday by mcr? transatlanticism by death cab, escape by muse, what i know is all quicksand by giant rooks, your fractured life by air traffic, demons by imagine dragons... plenty of others i forgot??

last book i've read: ninth house by leigh bardugo and it was a bit of a letdown for me but i'm currently reading the starless sea by erin morgenstern and i'm loving it!

top 3 fictional universes i'd like to live in: this is really hard? la Passe Mirroir, hp and lotr? Without the dangers.

I'm tagging @cyllaeth @loveyourownsmiilee @bast-top @panevanbuckley only do it if you want to tho obviously 💫

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

Hi! I was hoping for a letter matchup for the flavor of love event?

I go by Howl and my pronouns are they/them. I’m in the English server and I’ve finished all available chapters. I have no preference as to romantic or platonic relationships because I’m Demisexual/romantic so as long as it’s quality™️ I’d be happy. I also have no preference to situation of the letter so anything goes. I was also sorted into Heartslabyul by the magic online sorter. I have never played an otome game before but I’ve played monster prom which is pretty close. My favorite character from that was Zoe or Damian 😔

In terms of personality it really depends because I’m fairly…intense. And contradictory. I can notice small stuff about people, but I usually miss major signs (I have accidentally woo’d many people in my obliviousness), I alternate between being clever and good at strategizing and walking headfirst into a brick wall. I tend to break up or dissipate fights but the minute I’m in one myself I won’t back down until I’ve won. I have an extremely strong sense of justice but I’m also really vengeful and can be shady when I need to be. I have often intimidated others in presence alone (despite being 5’7”?) and also had a lot of people think I’m innocent and sweet. I love making people laugh and often give people gifts just cause I was thinking about them, and I love spending quality time with people and acting like an idiot for their amusement alone. I also used to give a lot of advice therapy to people and was often called by my friends in emergencies. Not sure if that was a good idea on their part but nonetheless I can keep my calm under that kind pressure. Also I hate pranks because I was ~bullied~ *jazz hands*

I have also been told that I don’t smile a lot. I do not know if this is true because I often think I’m smiling and people say I look pissed off so. There’s that

I definitely walk the line between villain and princess because on one hand I was once considered my old choir’s ‘mom’ (someone made me a little medal that said that once, it was so sweet) but on the other hand I made my pre-law teacher cry so like.

In terms of who I’d hang out with at NRC I think I’d probably float a bit but I’d spend some time with Floyd. I feel like he’d get a kick out of trying to watch me dance (I have zero coordination) and possibly Lilia because I’m a music lover and will talk about music theory for hours given the chance. Possibly also Ortho or Idia because I enjoy doing art and animation in my spare time and spending quiet time in dark spaces

I think I’m probably on team white chocolate because I’m very devoted to the people I care about and often in weird situations but I could also be team strawberry due to having a bit of bite

I’m definitely pro team white but team mint do be lookin like fun sometimes. And team strawberry is always reliable...

I hope this is okay I think I answered all the questions. It’s my first time doing one of these so I hope I didn’t do something wrong or do anything to offend 😅💕

Here is the link to the letter: 2 Lines & A Circle : Flavor of love matchup! Letter edition! (tumblr.com)

Also I'm very sorry about taking forever on this!

[artsy-dreamer]

Thanks for the tag Emma :D and sorry it keeps taking me forever to answer these :’D 

What book are you currently reading? lol what’s a book? /j I haven’t even been able to read fics lately… I miss the days where I used to read books a lot 😔 

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? I… haven’t actually been to a theater before? So I’d just have to go with my favorite movie I saw in general this year… trying to remember if I saw any movies this year 🤔 I don’t remember watching anything? At least nothing new or in full… man my answers are disappointing so far :’D 

What do you usually wear? Graphic t-shirts and long denim skirts 👍 all about them comfy clothes babey XD 

How tall are you? Somewhere in between 5′6 and 5′7… so about as tall as Ojiro, I guess :’D 

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Capricorn, apparently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And I share a birthday with Ethel Merman! :D

Do you go by your name or a nickname? Like, on Tumblr? I go by a nickname :’D

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? I wanted to be an artist… and while it’s still not my career (and I’m not sure I want it to be anymore, anyway) my art has improved a lot over the years, so I guess yeah, in a way :) 💕 

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? same answer as Emma actually :’D Enjoying the single life, no current crushes unless the occasional fictional man counts XD 

What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at? Good at singing, bad at sports XD 

Dogs or cats? I love them both 🥺💕💕 Though I feel slightly more comfortable around dogs… mainly cuz they don’t have sharp claws XD

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? I liked the way my Marroncream art turned out 😊💕 though I feel like it might look a bit better without the background lol

What's something you'd like to create content for? I literally started watching Octonauts just to find out a character’s name so I could look up references for her, because she was so cute that I really wanted to draw her… and then I never did XD Still wanna do that someday… technically I did draw a nameless character from the show once but hey :p It’s actually really good as far as preschool shows go, even I’ve learned stuff from it :D

What's something you're currently obsessed with? At the moment, Neko Atsume has been on my mind… that college AU I played around with back in the day is swirling around in my head again XD Lots of fun stuff you can do with that… it’s a cute and simple game, and the little bits of backstory we have leave plenty of room to expand upon :)

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? I finally started getting back into my first fandom, enjoying full-on brainrot for the first time in YEARS… I was even excited for a little fandom anniversary that I used to celebrate, I hadn’t been excited about it in a LONG time and I was really happy about that, I had plans and everything 🥺💕💕 I had so much excitement I wanted to share, I made the mistake of trying to reconnect with the fandom again… and it instantly killed all my enthusiasm, seeing that some corners of it weren’t quite as welcoming as I thought and that most people don’t even like the thing I was celebrating anymore, so I’d be pretty alone in my excitement anyway… and I couldn’t get back my excitement in time to celebrate the anniversary, so it just passed by without any of my plans happening 😔 I just hope I can get back my love for the thing eventually, and that it doesn’t take literal years like last time…

What's a hidden talent of yours? I can say the alphabet backwards XD It’s all thanks to a beloved toy of mine from when I was little… I can still hear it in his voice to this day :’D

Are you religious? Oh yeah, definitely 

What's something you wish to have at this moment? Motivation to write XD I have so many ideas for headcanon posts and whatnot…

I never know who to tag… so I guess I’ll just tag whoever reads this and wants to do it?? XD

Tag Game To Better Know You

I have been tagged in so many things by so many of you lovely people in the midst of my sorta-hiatus and I would break the internet if I tried to catch up...but I like this one because it feels like a good little re-intro into the Tumblr world. :-)

What book are you currently reading?

The Writing Revolution...I can't in good conscience recommend it unless you also happen to find yourself as a teacher trying to capture teenagers' imaginations and get them to produce complete sentences! Hahahaha. Miserable toil.

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

Ooh, this one's easy--The Little Mermaid!! I have seen it with my family twice and then with my friends once. (I felt a little freer to lust after Prince Eric when my husband and two children weren't sitting there with me...)

What do you usually wear?

These days, some form of athleisure. During the school year, I've been told my teacher style is "Jessica Day if she didn't care so much" and...that about sums it up.

How tall are you?

5′5″ AND A HALF (alternatively: taller than @stolen-pen-name23 which is all that truly matters in this world)

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Cancer...I think? Malala Yousafzai and Henry David Thoreau!

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

Most folks IRL call me Abigail. It's just my brothers, husband, and you guys who call me Abi!

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Absolutely not. I wanted to be a lawyer my entire life. My undergrad was pre-law and then life had other plans for me and now I'm teaching 8th grade American History. And LOVING IT. I start grad school in the fall and I'll be getting my Principal's Certification with that, so I suppose I'm in this education world for the long haul.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I am tragically married. Sorry to all interested parties!

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I'm fairly good with piano and singing. I'm terrible at cooking.

Dogs or cats?

Dogs forever and ever!

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

Oh my. I haven't written as much as I'd like to this year (although I'm hoping to post something before the weekend!!) so I'm choosing to interpret this as the last 12 months. Maybe this bit from walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity?

He holds out his hand, wondering if she’ll bare touching him. “Goodbye, Leia.”

She is not a girl of gentleness—this, he can tell. But she accepts the hand like she’s afraid to shatter it. “Goodbye.”

“Saying my name won’t hurt you, you know,” he says, refusing to be the first to let go.

“Remind me?”

He rolls his eyes. “Anakin Skywalker.”

“Skywalker, you said?” she echoes, and lets their hands fall between them. She opens the door and smiles teasingly at him, tilting her head. “Interesting. That was my father’s name.”

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

I think I'm forever stuck in my prequels hell!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Ur mom. Okay...sorry. Ahem. I've been sewing more lately. I used ot dabble in high school, but I'm finding more motivation to make things for my toddler than I did to make things for myself.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

The weather recently! It was supposed to rain the past couple weeks and we've not gotten much more than a few minutes of sprinkling. I looooove rainy days, so that's bummed me out quite a bit.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I'm excellent at whistling. It's completely useless, but I'll get compared to a Disney princess occasionally, so I guess that's something.

Are you religious?

Yes. My faith is very important to me, but it's *my* faith, so I don't feel the need to bring it up with strangers unless asked about it. (Crazy concept, right?)

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A cuppa tea...so I think I'll go put the kettle on byeeeee

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[sydnikov]

ahhh i just saw ur post abt requests.....can i please get an angsty blurb/fic with brock mcginn? thank you!

A/N: This was requested way back but since our pretty boy has just been traded you can bet I’m projecting my pain through writing 😭 thank you for requesting anon it is very much appreciated!! I hope this gives you the same amount of pain that the trade has given me 😔👊

Pairing: Brock McGinn/Reader

Word Count: 940

Warnings: Nothin’ but angst

Forever a caniac:

The North Carolina sky was dark, the sun that normally brought so much light and heat smothered by the clouds. It was almost ironic how they were almost directly projecting the utter sense of dread and shock that overcame your features, that overcame your heart.

You were frozen. Stuck. Eyes wide and your voice shaky as you stared at Brock across the room who looked just as devastated as you felt.

“What?” You asked, voice shaky and tone high as the tears you were struggling to hold back threatened to break free.

Brock tilted his head back, his eyes red and shiny as he too had to struggle to keep himself together from falling apart like the hole in his chest was demanding him too. “I signed with another team. I’m going to Pittsburgh.”

Signed.

Another team signed him.

Pittsburgh.

Brock isn’t a Hurricane anymore.

The glass you’d been holding previously slipped from your hands in the midst of your shock, dropping to the cold, hard floor. The ringing of the shattering glass did nothing to cut through the tense silence you now found yourself in, and it was only then did you register the waterfall of tears running down your face.

With the scattered pieces of glass resembling the shredded remains of your sanity, it was nothing compared to the shattering of your heart as you realized how utterly fucked the two of you were.

“Why did you sign with Pittsburgh?” Was the only thing you could bring yourself to ask, voice high and pitchy as you tried to gather whatever was left of your previously in-tact emotional state.

Brock exhaled, running a hand through his hair before slowly walking towards you. “I didn’t have a choice, I…” He bit his lip, looking at you through his beautiful eyes once full of laughter now dull, shiny and dark. “Don, he… They didn’t want to take me back. They didn’t have the room and,” His voice broke off then, and that’s when you saw him start to fall apart.

“Brock,” You whimpered, raising your trembling arms up to wrap around his neck, and like a tidal wave finally reaching shore that seemed to be the both of your breaking points, for as soon as your boyfriend felt your gentle touch against his shoulders he let himself fall forward with a cry that broke your heart, and you were helpless to do anything but let him fall as the two of you sunk to the floor.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” You whispered, voice hoarse as you choked on the words. “You’re gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay,” But you didn’t know if you would be.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, letting your body shake with sobs as the reality set in, because Brock was moving away, he had to, and he was going up North to Pittsburgh where your job wouldn’t allow you to follow.

As ten, fifteen, and then thirty minutes passed with the two of you locked in a desperate embrace, Brock’s phone began to ring from the counter, and like waking up from a nightmare he was suddenly pulling away from your hold, your arms falling back down to your side as he hastily picked up his phone.

“Yeah,” He answered, quickly clearing his throat. The other person wouldn't be able to tell he had just been crying with you though. Brock had always been a master at hiding his emotions. As he spoke to whoever was on the other line, you shakily picked yourself up and leant against the counter, waiting for him to finish.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll book it now. Thanks, it was nice working with you,” Brock hung up the phone as he slowly turned to face your huddled form, but his voice was only a distant noise to your ears as you stared at the granite countertop.

“Babe?”

Where did this lead you now?

“Honey-”

He was moving so far away. To Pennsylvania. And you couldn’t come with him.

“Y/N, please look at me,” His voice was now desperate, but you couldn’t hear it. Not yet.

Would you have to break up?

“Hey, Y/N,” His gentle hands on your shoulders abruptly took you out of your thoughts, and you shakily lifted your tear-stained face to meet his own red eyes.

“It’s going to be okay, yeah? Just like you said,” Now it was his turn to be the nurturer, having slowly accepted the fact that he was no longer staying in Carolina while you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that his team didn’t want him back.

“But what if it isn’t?” You whispered brokenly, lips wobbling as you almost right then and there would have broken down again if not for Brock suddenly pulling you into his chest and pressing a shaky kiss to your forehead.

“It will be, because I love you, and we aren’t going to let some distance break us up,” You nodded slowly against his chest, not yet ready to meet his eyes which held acceptance for what has happened. “And the Penguins and Canes are in the same division this year, so we’ll still get to see each other and meet up.”

He was right, but your heart knew this decision to leave wasn’t. Even if he could have only partly done something to change it.

“We’re going to work this out,”

What if you couldn’t? What if when he saw how nice Pittsburgh was he decided he didn’t need you?

“I promise it's going to be okay.”

You didn’t feel like that was a good promise to make.

~

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Ms Marvel Ep1! - “Generation Why”

Live-blogging spoilers!

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1. I caught this in the title:

2. “Can a woman just live, hmm?” YES 🤩

3. “Thor is secretly a gamer!” Yes because some dude got yelled at by him thru the headset in Endgame and was like WTF 🤣

4. “Remember, new episodes drop every Wednesday.” KAMALA PLEASE 😂 You going meta?! 🤣

5. Wait, when Kamala’s dad told Aamir (is that his name? Kamala’s bro?) to eat his breakfast, I swear that was right out of the comics! I feel like I’ve heard that line before.

6. Crashing the car before you even start your first lesson, Kamala? 😏 I remember my own driving lessons, nerve wracking, every one of them 😅

7. Ok that’s not nice, the teacher misnaming her 😔 And like, the fact that she’s getting weird looks? Oof.

8. “No, no, no, Bruno” 🤣 SORRY NOT SORRY 😈

9. The school counselor is hilarious 😂 Kamala just zones out, like girl? I would too 😌 (I still do, too!)

10. “Kamala, who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?” I love it when Phase 4 is all about ✨identity✨

11. Oh that dividing effect is so cool!!

12. Bruno Carrelli is kinda adorable though, and I LOVE THE FACT THAT KAMALA LOVES STAR WARS 🤩

13. Those chalk animations are amazing!

14. Kamala’s family absolutely love Bruno.

15. Kamala’s parents not letting her out with a boy? oooh, that sounds familiar. Was forever until I got to do that once, and then it went south, so. Never did that again 🤣 I relate to that “don’t go out at night” thing. Still don’t wanna do that, and I’m no longer a teenager 😅 Protective moms, am I right, or what

16. “Come on, beta. You’re not normal.” “UGGHHH!!” yeah, neither am I, Kamala xD

17. I LOVE THE COMICKY effects!! The speech bubble as Bruno answers his bestie Kamala. AND THE NEON LIGHTS ON THE WINDOW WTF this is so cool!!!!! HOLY SHIT I AM GEEKING OUT AT THE EFFECTS HERE IT EVEN EXTENDS TO THE LED SIGN ABOVE THE DOOR WHAAT

18. Bruno the tech guy, very like his comic counterpart. Love to see it.

19. “If you don’t go with your dad, you’re not going at all.” How on earth did this either-this-or-that ultimatum hit me so hard 😫 It’s not what was said, it was what was implied.

20. I love that there’s a rooftop scene, because the first time I saw Kamala in the comics and there’s a rooftop scene, it was with this dude who turns out to be a huge jerk, so there’s that. But Bruno’s nice. He’s a great guy. Get yourself a bestie who believes in you. 🥺

21. Kamala play fighting with her bestie Bruno reminds me of way back when I was 9 and pretended my pencils were lightsabers at school. Ah, fun times.

22. WHEN A LIGHTBULB LITERALLY GOES OFF ABOVE KAMALA’S HEAD OMG. I CAN’T. I AM IN LOVE WITH THE ANIMATION.

23. Kamala has the most adorable little giggle.

24. CAMP EFFIN’ LEHIGH.

25. Man, I love the dream montage, instagram posts and all. Outdone itself.

26. “Between the authorities and us the people, we are to blame.” WOW! How is this so true for nearly everywhere on Earth nowadays!

27. I wonder why they’d open Camp Lehigh, given how in CATWS it was all fenced off and whatnot. What’s the story there? What, heroes save the say and suddenly everything’s open?

28. AVENGERCON is something that must happen. I WANT IT.

29. CUTE 🤣

30. That America’s Ass reference, well done 🤣

31. YOU LEFT YOUR GLOVES KAMALA oh my god. You don’t just leave your gloves your bestie made for you 😫

32. I LOVE THE COSMIC SUITUP. The way it’s almost like a jelly-like crystal, it is so beautiful.

33. THE EMBIGGENING!! YESS!!

34. I love that she can just… make the stuff? Even with her foot!

35. “Who do you want to be in this world?” I wish I knew too… I too sometimes have my head in the clouds, like Kamala’s mom says to her.

THIS FIRST EPISODE WAS AWESOME!

[goldenfharry]

Can I say something that's on my mind since yesterday? I know many people won't share the same thought as me but I can't help it for a whole day now. This thing is a big mess, it always was but now it went to an extent where the law is involved and I just think that yes, she is what she is. A narcissist and egocentric bitch who loves attention but she's STILL a mother. A neglecting one but still. Would she REALLY risk to lose the custody of her kids for a stunt? I'm on my weak moment I guess because I can't wrap my head around this thing. I can't see how she would risk losing her kids for a STUNT. It would be repulsive to do it for a real relationship but at least it would be a relationship. You know what mean? I have these thoughts since yesterday that this fucking relationship might be real in the end, and it makes me sick because SHE is sick. A literal red flag. And if Harry is realy with her then...I don't even want to say it. Don't come at me please, it's just so crazy to me that a mother would risk her kids for something fake. For a year and a half now it was just her doing her stupid thing but now is more serious than ever. It's the custody of her kids!! And for what?? All for a fake thing?? It makes me question things you know? And i question Harry as well. I know people will be upset with me but I just wanted to share my thoughts because they worry me. I always thought the highest of him but this?? I feel uneasy. Idk😔

P.s I'm so sorry this came out so long😩

You can always share your thoughts, don't stop speaking your mind just because it's controversial and people don't like it! 

This is going to be a long one... bare with me 😂

Now, I'm gonna answer to this in the best way that I can. Fisrt of all, I'm not a mother. So people can use that against me, it's fine. I have my sister, who is a part of my life on a daily basis (my best friend, to be honest) that has two kids with the same age as Olivia's kids. So all though I'm not a mother, I live motherhood really closely through her but also through the way I feel for her kids. They are my life, above everything! So I see the struggles that my sister has. She doesn't sleep, she is always running, she spends all her money in her kids, she cries often because she is overwhelmed, because she doesn't feel pretty, because she doesn't have time for herself. BUT, DESPITE THAT, her priorities are always them. She complains, but she wouldn't change it. She has the prettiest love story with my brother-in-law (sobs in hopeless romantic) and I still hear her say to him quite often "First, my kids, then you. You are here today, might not be here tomorrow. They are forever." And she is with him since she was 16! SIXTEEN! 

This to say that, since the very beginning, this lady proved to have her priorities very switched. She proved that at Christmas, she proved that at Easter, when she went to Italy, on her kid's birthday, and when she spent weeks glued to a man and no sign of her kids. So that question would be valid for a mom with her priorities straight. It's not the case: There's a bigger need of money and power than motherhood right now. And people can say "you are being unfair, you don't see everything." Yeah, sure, but miss girl called paps on a daily basis, so we have all recorded...

“A narcissist and egocentric bitch who loves attention but she's STILL a mother. A neglecting one but still. Would she REALLY risk to lose the custody of her kids for a stunt?” 

You see, that’s the thing: a mother doesn’t need papers to tell her what she needs to do. A mother doesn’t let stuff get to the point where she needs to be notified. A mother physically feels pain when she is away from her kids. It’s not a choice for her, she needs to live everything with them. They are always included. And if a man doesn’t accept that, then fuck him. In my country we say “mother/father are the ones that raise.” Because, sometimes, even though you have the mother title, you don’t act like one. So, even if they were real (sure, jan), there’s no romantic outcome out of this nor justification. She risked her kids custody from the very moment she decided to live like she was 16. And she knew it! Single mothers can and should have fun. But they also need to remember that, specially with little kids, you can’t just disappear for weeks to follow a man. Real or not, she risked everything. So, if you ask me, are they real? Well, if they were real, the prize would only be a man. If not, it would be publicity, money, attention, fame. If she risked her kids... I am inclined to believe that there are bigger reasons than just “love”. Cause, let’s be fair, if she doesn’t make an effort for her kids, she won’t do it just for loving a man. lol

To all the mothers out there, you guys rock, what an inspiration 💛