#the fact that it’s a different experience EVERY TIME??? DUUUUDE

[prismatoons]

If you have a dnd character I love them.

[g4rous]

Hi there! I did see a post about your requests being open but since you are busy please do take your time with all the requests you get sent, please take care of yourself !!

I was wondering if I could put in a request for headcanons about Garou with a girlfriend that is an extremely powerful psychic? Like she’s quite intelligent and she can use pyrokinesis and telekinesis extremely well in combat and is even strong enough to rival a dragon level threat monster? (Bonus points for the reader only shows her fun side around him after a while bc ✨trust issues✨)

I hope this isn’t too much

Thank you and have a good one <3

[P.S: I love your work sm your Garou headcanons always make my day 😭💖]

Ok firstly thank you sm for all the nice words here you���re so sweet 🥺🥺💞💓💗 Getting this message in my inbox made me smile ee I hope you’re taking care of yourself as well! ❤️

Second, duuuude if I got a penny for every time I thought of esper!reader scenarios- 😂💕

Idk what else to say except this is just perfect!! I had to write this right away sjkjhddfjkf

Tysm for the request (and kindness) ahh I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy too 🤧💕

Garou x Psychic! Reader (headcanons)

-I’ll leave the “how did he and the reader meet and how did he find out about her powers (if she isn’t a hero)” part to the reader’s imagination so let’s start with the relationship in general

-Even in his childhood he lowkey wondered what is it like for psychics in the world

-Oftentimes it almost seemed like taking a glance at a different dimension. Controlling matter with mind, receiving psychic signals, levitating, flying… the list could go on forever

-And after taking a look at you and your mind-boggling talent one can only be left in awe

-You’re well familiar with the contrasting reactions of people. Not always will they be cheering you on, looking at you in all your glory that you deserve. Countless petrified expressions and nasty motives have left their fair share in making you the person you are today too

-After some things happened, how can you trust anyone truly? Sometimes it burdens you more than it should

-However, if anyone understands that part it’s him. To be misunderstood your whole life, living in your own world

-Never pressured you with opening up, especially not at the beginning. Getting him to open up would be even more difficult, so he digs that type of thing

-When it comes to that the two of you are pretty much the same and just started showing your true colors after realizing one wouldn’t hurt the other

-After getting comfortable with one another you turned into a couple of goofballs

-Is this a match made in heaven? Sure seems like it

-Not only do you mess around and talk about the most random things in general but often you goof around with your powers as well

-If it’s you two combined then the city better hope it’s further away because when I tell you y’all are having a blast I mean it

-The fact you’re skilled with pyrokinesis definitely helps

-What your average citizen might shit his pants for, you guys are just there vibing

-A simple game of softball would legit look like a scene from Street Fighter

-Also occasional friendly sparring is a thing! (if you both feel like it of course)

-With both of you being quite sharp-witted, nothing is ever boring, be it talk or messing around, and to top it off you also learn a lot from each other

-More than once you explained some things about esp to an attentive Garou, who on the other hand wouldn’t hesitate to try and explain anything you were interested in as well (that he has knowledge and experience in of course)

-Wouldn’t ask you things about esp just because he thinks it’s cool. I mean, it is hella cool but he genuinely wants to understand you better just as you try to understand him

-Time and time again he’d just sit there listening carefully to you, trying not to smile too much because he feels so at ease

-It may not be every second, but he never hesitates to give you an honest compliment or two (bonus points if you get a bit flustered)

-And whenever he sees you fighting or helping someone out he can’t help but feel so proud of you

-Even if he doesn’t say it that softie “that’s my girl” look on his face gives it all away

[writemywalks]

Letters to the piece of my heart: Ushuaia

After last year events I haven’t flashbacked much, in fact, they cured me of all the drama-related crap and now I barely whine or regret about trying new things like  i rarely feel that out-of-nowhere sadness. Sometimes true sad things set life priorities for you and you just chill the hell down.

Ergo, with that mindest I left home (aka new home/grandma house) a day after Christmas to the airport with a clenched butt, since my budget for the actual trip was very low and I had no credit card to back me up. But in spite of it, with a whatever comes attitude, me and my friend took off and myself finally enjoyed a flight for the first time, since the last two i did, I had a bad time being suspended on air in a locked-up plane.

For the first time in my life, I made this trip with zero expectations, like I wasn’t daydreaming or creating likely scenarios in my head. The only thing that was at the back of my brain was that, this Plan B was going to be made in honor of what Plan A should have been about. Even though our flight was delayed for almost three hours, everything was fine and we made it safe and sound.

Outside the airport while looking for a taxi, we came to realize that it was very windy and that in fact, there wasn’t a drop of the heat we left back in Buenos Aires. We were kind of insecure about the hostel we booked, since it looked too good to be true, but at this point we were already free falling. Once we checked-in and settled in our rooms, we saw that, in fact, everything was just like in the booking page pictures, and we had a plus: our shared bedroom had a dreamy view with mountains that seemed to be 5′ away. 

Gotta say I love having anecdotes of roomates farting in the middle of the night, or people having smelly feet that make you almost pass out, you really hate it when you’re there but I look back laughing now.

I think our first tour was “The end of the world” train that is basically a comfortable train with big windows indeed that takes you throughout dreamy landscapes while you’re being told the old prisoners stories that used to work in the mines located there.

It was a nice ride and bet my life that must be a whole dream on winter, with all those mountains and landscapes full of snow. There were some waterfalls, little lakes, and some good scenery that a movie would do.

On the same day we also booked a tour to the “Canal Beagle”, a channel where there’s the iconic “end of the world lighthouse”, sea lions and pinguins. This was the tour which worth every penny we payed. When we took our sits inside the catamaran, the view from the window of the city from afar looked similar to the Niek Engelschmanbrug buildings in Amsterdam. Once the city landscape was out of sight, we decided to approach the bow of the boat and there are no words to express how much freedom, feeling like singing and all that carefree crap i felt right there. I was like, living in the present is the moto one should live with.

After our first tour we went back to the hostel and spent the following two days boring the hell out of us. Me neither my friend are what we would call antisocial but we are really laid back people, so we weren’t having much sucesss regarding making new friends in the hostel, so we spent the time drinking mate, laying down in the sofa listening to music and scrolling down IG (and with our friend scolding us from her own beach vacation through FaceTime for being lazy asses).

The following day we woke up very early since we had to go to Laguna Esmeralda, a 2 hour and a half trekking to a Lake with a emerald color with white-peaked mountains as far as eye could see. I must have lost almost four pounds walking up and down those muddy paths where I baptized half leg after my friend pulled me down when she almost slipped herself.

Even though you stop to take some pictures, none of them does justice to what your retinas and brain keep for the rest of your life. The most I remember was being eager to reach the lake, the wind against my face, feeling so small in front of those enormous and even more majestic mountains, Indeed some things that a snapshoot would never show.

The first thing we did when we arrived to the lake was devouring our ham and cheese sandwiches, we were starving like mad after such long walk. Then well-fed and full, we decided to take a 5′ nap in front of this movie set-like place. I tried FaceTiming my family but we were so far from everything that we didn’t have any signal at all. I remember trying to capture a lot of videos of my camera and there’s some pictures on my cellphone with my ass laying near the lake trying to capture some good shoots from below. Some other people were icing their beer amongs the rocks since the water was quite cold and there were people gather here and there chatting and with the same wide-eyed gaze we probably had.

When we had enought rest, we walked beside the lake and tried to find some another view closer to the white-peaked mountains. Whatever we looked, it looked dreamy and sadly, we only had 40 minutes to record that in our minds before the truck came to take us to the city again. Our way back to the entrance seemed to take hours, since we were completely out of air and our legs were already giving up. 

Since my budget was low, I just knew these were about to be the only three tours and experiences I would have in the whole trip. They weren’t THAT expensive but I didn’t have much to spend around and we still had to buy our New Year’s Eve dinner. 

On December 31th, me and my friend woke up with the idea to just walk around the city since even walking the streets was a dream. Don’t ask us how but we ended up taking another tour since I remembered I had the hostel deposit left, I made my last bet and we made our way to Glaciar Martial.

The way to the Glaciar was non-stop uphill, we would stop once in a while to catch some air because contrary to the Lake, the path never went downhill. But as we got closer to the peak of the mountain the air was not only more fresh but we saw from afar people playing in the peak of the mountain full of snow?

Let me tell you, my experience with snow is ZERO, I never had a winter holiday and I never seen it falling down and played like in a Christmas movie. I remember watching some vlogs of people playing with snow before I left for the trip but I knew it wasn’t winter season so there was no chance of seeing snow. I remember reaching the summit with my friend and walking over it with my trainers and since we had left with the idea of just walking around the city, my boots were sleeping in the hostel room and I told my friend “I feel I’m walking over my freezer” and my friend who already went to the South in winter said behind me “girl, this is what snow feels like” and I remember sliding down the hill and sincerely having the time of my life. 

And again, a picture never captures your ass freezing, the back of your mind singing that new song you just listened to and feeling the world is so full of wonder and a lot yet to be seen. The view from the top was outstanding. On our way back down, turning to the entrance some grief came out of nowhere and I started tearing up again. That’s how it works, I guess.

.While we were walking down, we were talking with my friend how much of a dream the ski center must be on winter, since there were some chairlifts hanging there and a winter place off service and my longing to see snow falling increased a bit more. Someday.

My wet ass and my friend came back the hostel and some guests were just chilling so we decided to call our Chilean friend we had made two days earlier and fetch some dinner, since the supermarkets closed at 6 pm.

Wish I could tell how much fun I had that night. Meeting a group of Russians, making Italians taste some Argentinian homemade beverages, eating different Chinese dishes made by a guy from Hong Kong who talked in a spotless british accent, laughing with the tall German guy who suggested picture poses and laughed everytime. I bet he barely spoke spanish or english but we understood each other. And ending up dancing with all this people. Duuuude, it’s so odd seeing foreign people dancing to local music but we laughed and man, the beer made in the South, let me tell you, it’s the best I’ve tasted in a while.

The countdown was such a thrill, that’s when I knew I wanted to spend every NYE ahead at places I haven’t seen yet. The rest of the night we spent it, chillin with the only people awake in the hostel: the Argentinians. Everyone else were already sleep by 2 am. Extremely odd for our culture.

I wish I could tell how much I learned from this trip, how people who traveled on their own encourage us to do it, how safe I felt walking around the city at night with the friends we made there, that if you’re open enough, chances can be infinite.

I’m looking forward to more adventures like that.

It’s never too late to wake up to life.