#the hoop dancer is really cool too

[beloveddawn-blog]

I need a moment to come to terms with the fact that I'm about to spend $300 on a dreamcatcher

[sirfrogsworth]

It spins.

I saw a viral post about how stripper poles spin.

I know, right?

It is such a fun feeling when you give your brain BRAND NEW INFORMATION.

But I am never content with a simple BRAND NEW INFORMATION high. I am too curious. My brain needs more. It has more questions. So I seek out ALL OF THE INFORMATION POSSIBLE.

So I started researching stripper poles.

Surprisingly, it involved very little nudity.

I learned how they function. How they are installed. What is the *best* stripper pole? How much is a stripper pole? How long does it take to learn how to do cool spinny tricks?

And now I'm basically a stripper pole expert. That is all stuck in my brain. And I don't really know what I'm going to do with my vast stripper pole knowledge, but I'm sure it will make for a fun conversation at some point.

Here are some more fun facts about stripper poles.

They don't all spin. It's a choice! You can do static pole routines or spinny pole routines. But if you are really fancy you can get a combination static/spinny pole. Some even allow the dancer to switch between modes during their routine. Though I can't help imagining someone accidentally going from spinny to static and hurling naked off the stage.

Most stripper pole manufacturers market them as "fitness poles." Which... sure. The Hitachi Magic Wand is a personal massager that you can use to soothe your muscles after a good workout on your fitness pole. Maybe we can compromise and just call them dance poles.

X-Pole is probably the top-of-the-line manufacturer along with Lupit. A good pole could run about $500. But they have some as high as a thousand. Some are permanent installations but they have a portable version with a heavy base for all of your nomadic pole dancing needs.

They also have a pole that doesn't attach at the bottom. I get motion sick just watching the video, but it does look like fun.

It's actually a beautiful art form. It would be a cool Olympic sport if it didn't have the stigma. I enjoy watching people spin fully clothed. I think you appreciate it more with less boob floppage.

This also got me thinking about other things strippers could use during performances.

What about a jungle gym?

A mini ninja warrior course?

Hula hoops?

Perhaps some kind of exotic shake weight dance routine.

OH.. I know!

[itmustbeeldritch]

Meet Wesley! (I was too lazy to put my Tumblr handle on so no I didn’t steal this work, my Instagram is chaotic_cartoons, you can find my other work there, in fact that’s where I post most of my art!) He’s my Spiderverse OC that I hope you’ll enojoy! I loved the idea of using a hoop dancer’s regalia as a basis for an indigenous-Canadian Spider-Man! More drawings bellow- low key really hoping someone finds my design cool enough to want to ask me to rp spiderverse because OMG the chokehold this franchise has had on me all these years.

Wesley is a Secwepemc teenager, I’ve always loved hoop dancing and thought it was an excellent theme for expression as hoop dancing was a tradition brought to light in the 1930’s for indigenous people and evolved to follow a lot of hip hop and other contemporary dancing as the decades went on! With his enhanced strength, Wesley’s hoops are not made from the average piping material, but steel wrapped in white leather strips. Though he makes them look easy to maneuver, they are quite heavy and deliver a surprisingly hard blow. I was super inspired by this video bellow I found on Tik tok to make a character that uses hoops as a weapon- full credits the video creator bellow.

As an indigenous Canadian I was low key disapointed in spider-man Canada’s design being just a really basic hockey player lol, so I’ve taken things into my own hands, now I have a version of Spider-Man Canada that acknowledges the country’s indigenous roots.

[deepdeanvsweston]

I give you sports headcannons - mix of modern au and canon era (I was on wikipedia for like 45 minutes looking at sports)

Daisy:

- horsegirl Daisy

- absolutely used to pretend to be a horse on the playground

- she's never competed though she's just really good at riding horses

- obviously also good at parkour

- forever giving the maids a heart attack as a child by sitting atop of tall cabinets she'd climbed and saying boo

- decent at swimming and did a few swimming galas Yr7 - Yr8, but her love for it died out after DSS

George:

- he was a baby who cried a lot and so his mother used to take him on runs with her to calm him down

- this has stayed with him and he goes running before breakfast a lot

- has a lot of pent up energy that helps with endurance when running

- Lavinia often goes running with him

- really good at dancing, like waltzing and such, likes knowing the steps and finds it reassuring

- also really love the idea of figure skater or ballet dancer George

Aleks:

- Doesn't do it anymore, but had a scooter as a little boy and was revered by other 7 year olds because he could do cool tricks with it

- lowkey wants to get back into it except he's too tall for a scooter now

- can fence (his father made him and his brother learn)

- I can't decide if he's shit at sports or absolutely brilliant at them

- if we're saying he's good at sports, I imagine he's Weston School's sporty golden boy

- does triathlon and on the cricket team

- (Hazel always goes bright red when he's in his cricket uniform)

Hazel:

- bad at agility strength so she's shit at parkour (dw Hazel we all know George had to give you that shove over a wall in Case Of The Missing Treasure)

- but she's really good at standing her ground???

- she's really good at contact sport she just doesn't like them

- Lavinia reckons she'd be pretty good at lacrosse

- on the reserve hockey team, despite protests

- she actually gets into roller derby and her name is 2 Rights Don't Make A Wong

- Daisy ALWAYS cheers the loudest at her games

Lavinia:

- canonically good at tennis

- she pretty much sticks to tennis, she thinks 'why work on others when I could work on one sport and just get really good at it'

- she goes running with George like I said though

- it's a good warmup for tennis, and she doesn't have to think about much when doing it

- always fancied doing something like wrestling or boxing though

Kitty:

- always finding some unusual fitness class to go to (and drag Beanie along with her)

- think aerial hoops, or aquacise

- she can never stick with them for long though

- she hates getting sweaty, or muddy, or pushed over so despises sports at Deepdean

- but joins a synchronised swimming club and is actually getting really good at it, and really enjoys it

- especially the fact that looking pretty and presentable is like half the whole thing

Beanie:

- goes to all Kitty's unusual fitness classes like I said

- neutral on them, goes just to hang with Kitty

- like Daisy, good at horseriding, used to do a few dressage competitions as a teen

- did ballet as a toddler, sort of misses the baby classes where all you had to do was point your toes and you didn't have to think about the next steps or balancing or anything like that

[swanmaids]

tag memes

thank you for tagging me in both of these, @elevenelvenswords!!

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meme #1

Favourite colour: Pink! I even have in my tinder bio that whoever matches me better be cool with my pink obsession hahaha

Last song: Walk Like This by FLO (eleven, this is like the ultimate celegorome song to me hahaha... if you listen you'll see why :'))

Last movie/TV show: I'm partway through Princess Kaguya

Next on my watch list: Azur and Asmar, it looks so pretty!

Last game: I don't play video games :(

Sweet/savoury/spicy: These questions are hard for me because I don't think you can have any without the other, a balance of all three is ideal

Relationship status: Single, online dating casually

Last online search: Chappell Roan vinyl. It was sold out :(

Current obsession: Pole is definitely taking over my life a bit atm. I really want to find the time to learn aerial hoop too.

Greatest flaw: I have a very addictive and obsessive personality. Right now I'm basically constantly tightrope walking being a workaholic and a shopaholic at the same time :')

~~~

meme #2

Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is the name of the woman who set my parents up on a blind date!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Can't remember! I'm feeling pretty good lately.

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I'd like to.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I'm an intermediate-level pole dancer right now and I want to try out more aerial arts, it's just a matter of finding the time.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Daily.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their attitude.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

It really depends what I'm feeling at the time tbh! Though I have to be in a certain mood for totally tragic endings.

9. Any talents?

People tell me I'm a lot physically stronger than I look. Also dancing in heels.

10. Where were you born?

North of England. Related to the "use sarcasm every day" point above.

11. What are your hobbies?

Pole dancing as mentioned, flexibility, reading, writing (when I can...), vinyl collecting, cooking and baking, konmari, doing those adult therapeutic colouring books. Also certain reddit snark subs.

12. Do you have any pets?

My parents have a dog back at home. She might be the dumbest animal in the universe but we love her.

13. How tall are you?

166 cm / 5'5 ft

14. Favourite subject(s) in school?

I despised school lmao. But I liked geography and sociology.

15. Dream job?

We said dream, so professional pole performer or conflict journalist.

[mashitandsmashit]

AGT Season 17: Live Shows 5

11: Travis Japan. I thought the song was much catchier this time around...But they sounded MUCH worse! Still great choreography and presentation, but they're no BTS...

10: Max Ostler. I found this pretty overrated...He's a talented dancer and gymnast, but that's about it...Once you get past all that, it was essentially just a pantomime to Ed Sheeran's song...

9: Kristen Cruz. Say what you will about Miley Cyrus, but she's still a great singer...And so is Kristen, who sounded quite a bit like her with the song choice...But it didn't have as much range as I know she's capable of...Her fans online will still help her in the vote, but with the stiff competition tonight, it probably won't be enough to make the Top 5...

8: Jordan Conley. I...chuckled...I liked his Disney wordplay bit...But the whole time, I was comparing him to Mike E. Winfield, and he didn't even come CLOSE to that level! I guess it's not entirely his fault; Mike set a VERY high bar last week! But what can I say? If one comedian brings it, the next one better bring it too, and Jordan only brought a small part of it...

7: Blade 2 Blade. I remember liking their audition...But this felt like mostly the same kinds of knife-throwing tricks we've seen numerous times before...Which is still impressive enough, mind you...But I expected...more...

6: Aubrey Burchell. And now for the part where it gets tough...Aubrey has an amazing range! I guess she sounded a LITTLE pitchy at times, but it didn't really bother me, because she still managed to be compelling to listen to (and watch...And no, it's not just because she's pretty...) If another singer is to join the Finals, I'm glad it's her!

5: Kristy Sellars. Once again, it was creative and visually fun! I guess my only criticism is that it could have used more pole-dancing (as it became mostly a pretty typical video-mapping act). But when she DID use the poles, she found creative ways to make it look like she was climbing something else, like a tree or a giant book...I'm thinking she'll be pretty popular with the votes, but we'll see where she places overall...

4: Mervant Vera. Well, I didn't expect to see him again, but I am very glad he came back! Once again, it was more about the rapping than the magic, but that freestyle was HELLA dope! (Unless he just had a rehearsed rap and got Terry to put the cards in the right order, then it IS more about the magic!) It all came together very nicely...Except the last part where everyone pulled the cards out from under their chairs; I've seen that before and can guess how he did it...But oh well, this is still a cool combo act (and a BIG step up from the combo magician last week!)

3: Shu Takada. Through all of his insane yo-yo tricks...the most impressive part was being THAT close to hitting Heidi, Sophia, and even Terry in the face, and avoiding it!

2: Urbancrew. It started out a LITTLE generic with the hoop tricks, but as it went on, the tricks got crazier and crazier! It must have taken the producers a LOT of struggling to resist making this the opening act, because it definitely felt the most opener-worthy...But by putting them near the end instead, I think they have a legitimate shot at being one of the two tomorrow...

1: Mayyas. Well, I think they succeeded in being THAT act! It's hard to say if they're the best act ever like Howie said...But they're up there! When countless other acts create unique visuals using projection screens and light-up costumes, these ladies pull off the same thing with just their arms! It truly is one of the most mesmerizing and beautiful performances I have ever seen! Will they win? Probably not...But do they DESERVE to win? Yesssssss!

The votes will be VERY tough to call tonight, because more than half of these acts deserve to be in the Finals, and all of them have SOME kind of appeal that will surely draw in votes...But I think the Mayyas have it locked!

I'll just make my best guess here...

Ranking Prediction:

11: Travis Japan

10: Blade 2 Blade

9: Max Ostler

8: Kristen Cruz

7: Jordan Conley

6: Kristy Sellars

5: Shu Takada

4: Aubrey Burchell

3: Mervant Vera

2: Urbancrew

1: Mayyas

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So, Simon's favorite musical ever is another jukebox musical, and is a twist on “Romeo and Juliet”? Well, I guess I haven't seen it, so I can't judge, but that performance looked like every Broadway musical we've been getting in recent years (except “Hamilton”). Whatever, who am I to judge Simon Cowell's taste in musicals? (On that note, I AM embarrassed to say that I actually find “The Greatest Showman” to be fairly enjoyable...Yup, I finally buckled and saw it...)

Guess I was wrong about Kristen; She DID make the Top 5...I guess a devoted online following can do wonders for you...Not that it matters, since she didn't make the Finals, but her reaction was priceless when they called Kristy's name, and for a split-second it sounded like they were calling HER name...I guess having a Kristy and a Kristen getting called up together can be pretty awkward...

And probably the only thing that kept Mervant out of the Top 2 is that we already have two close-up magicians in the Finals...

Kristy advancing was another pleasant surprise, but there was a side of me that considered her a potential contender despite what I've said earlier...While I may have only ranked her #5 in my ranking last night, she WAS the act I was deep-down hoping would advance alongside the Mayyas, as they were the two most innovative acts overall this week...

Speaking of innovative women, Celia was EXACTLY who I was hoping would get the wildcard spot! She won't likely win, as America has already voted her out once before...But at least she's getting that spot in the Finals that she VERY MUCH earned!

So on that note, let's rank our Top 11 acts based on their chances of winning...

11: Celia Munoz. Again, being the wildcard means that she already lost the vote once before, and as we've learned in recent seasons, America doesn't tend to change its mind on who it gives more votes to...That doesn't necessarily mean she'll come dead last, but it does make her the least likely winner...

10: Yu Hojin. I highly doubt that we're gonna have yet another magician win for the second year in a row...Maybe I'd CONSIDER it, but with TWO magicians competing, there will be some division in the votes...Sure, in earlier rounds, I wouldn't put it past America to put both of them through, but since it's the Finals, most people are going to vote for a winner...Both magicians came in second for their respective weeks, which means neither of them are likely to win...That being said, the endless adoration for close-up magic will surely put one of them in the Top 5...Which one it is, will all come down to which one does better for the judges next week...

9: Nicolas Ribs. I give Nicolas a SLIGHT edge in the magic category, since HE was the one named best magician of the season (at least so far...) But I'm definitely not counting Yu out just yet...

8: Kristy Sellars. I guess I should put Kristy over the close-up magicians, since she already beat one in the votes THIS week (though again, that was most likely due to the two that are already in the Finals...) I guess her biggest rival from the beginning has been the Mayyas...And ultimately, the Mayyas have fared better across the board so far...

7: Mike E. Winfield. Mike's advantage is that unlike the other regular categories, he's the only comedian in the Finals, which means he has no real rivals...except MAYBE Celia; She's KIND of a comedian in a way...Otherwise, he would have to be PRETTY DAMN FUNNY to snag the win...His last performance may have been top-notch, but I don't think even the funniest jokes can help him beat the top candidates...

6: Avery Dixon. Being a Golden Buzzer act, Avery has a better shot than the other acts that didn't get the top vote of their respective weeks...Also, he lost it to Drake, who's competing on the same night as Chapel Hart now, so their votes will be at least a LITTLE divided...Still, I highly doubt he's gonna come in from behind like that, especially with the real front-runners coming up in this list...

5: Mayyas. Like I said, I doubt they'll win...But they still feel like a favorite in this game, especially with the high praise they got this week...My prediction is that they'll get a high ranking, but will still fall short of the win...

4: Metaphysic. I've been having a hard time calling it with this act from the beginning...But getting the top vote of the previous week DOES make them an official front-runner...Who knows? Maybe America is in the mood for some operatic deep-fakes this year...Also, whoever that “rock legend” they were talking about is, if it's someone who can REALLY resonate with the voters, the turnout could be HUGE!

3: Sara James. Being the most viewed audition of the season, Sara is sure to get a high final ranking to say the very least...That being said, what she ultimately lacks that most season winners tend to have is a groundbreaking aspect we haven't seen before that leaves an impact with people...Indeed, she's an excellent singer; One of the best we've seen on this show...But she's not the first of her kind...I'm still not underestimating her, but she just doesn't scream WINNER to me...yet...

2: Drake Milligan. Despite voters being divided on the two magicians, the two country acts on the other hand could BOTH be in the Top 5...Hell, they could end up being the Final 2! Of course, the question remains: Which one will come out on top? Well, there's very much a case to be made for both of them...In Drake's case, it's the obvious: He's a strapping young white pretty-boy with good hair! Many of the Heartlanders will surely pick him over three black women any day, regardless of how country they are! Also, Drake fits the usual mold for AGT winners, whereas Chapel Hart is a trio of women...Two things that are still yet to win the (main) show...are women and groups...But CH also has the hype factor going for them (being the group GB), they'll probably be placed later in the line-up (whereas I can picture Drake being the opening act if he has an energetic enough number for this round), and there are OTHER voting demographics to take into account, some of whom aren't even IN the countrylands...Urban crowds for instance could help them a lot! So it's a VERY close race between these two, but the factor that keeps Drake out of the top spot in this list is that he's not a Golden Buzzer, so I'm leaning (VERY slightly) toward...

1: Chapel Hart. Despite what I said about women and groups on this show, I think CH would be the CLEAR frontrunner if not for Drake...He's hands down the biggest obstacle for them...But there IS one strategy they could use to their advantage...It's not a clean strategy, but it could be very helpful...A little thing called the race card! If they (and the judges) could point out the disadvantage they have as black women in country music, particularly when competing with someone like Drake Milligan, it might...shame more people into voting for them...Indeed, it's pretty low and cheap, but when has that stopped this show before...? But even putting that aside, CH also has the groundbreaking factor going for them! Following the trends of previous winners, they're the act that feels the most impactful and unique, that I honestly wouldn't put it past America to give it to the three black women! Again, it's WAY too close to get cocky for ANYONE...But if there's anyone who fits the bill for the season's winner, it's Chapel Hart!

I will admit, for all of my complaints with this season's format, it certainly shook things up, made everyone put in more effort, and ended us up with an admittedly pretty damn good line-up for the Finals! Even in the singing category, there's some real variety! I guess the two magicians are a little unnecessary, but they both earned their place! Aside from that, no two acts feel too redundant or repetitive...I'm actually looking forward to just about everyone next week!

So with that said, there's one more thing to do, which is to pick one of the acts as my personal Golden Buzzer act! Like I said before, it's cheap, and even cheaper now that I know it's the Finals...But just for fun, I'll do it anyway!

Again, it can't be anyone else's GB, so Avery, Sara, Mayyas and CH are out! Celia is also out, because she's a wildcard!

So my choice is...

(Drumroll...)

...Drake Milligan! Yup, if I gotta pick someone, it might as well be the spoiler threat...And why not!? He's a good singer, a good songwriter and a great performer! While I'm deep down rooting for CH over him, he still has a lot to appreciate, and his VERY possible victory will not be unearned!

So this is it! I'll see you all next week for the big finish!

[dino-fart]

Late Night Swim

Pairing: Vampire!Namor x Female!Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Summary: You were at a friend’s party when the person you’d been crushing on hurts your feelings. You decide to get wasted and suddenly find yourself in the arms of a very handsome and romantic vampire. 

You were dressed to impress your crush at your friend’s house party. You wore a blue long-sleeve crop top with a low neckline, black pants, and dark brown wedge shoes. Your hair was in a high ponytail, your bangs parted in a curtain bang style, and you wore silver hoop earrings and your favorite red lipstick. You caught the eye of everyone at the party except the person you wanted the most. You walked into the living room to look for your crush and what you saw broke your heart. You saw your crush dancing with another woman and holding her close. You took a sip of the champagne in your hand and stormed off into the kitchen. 

“Hey, sexy thing! How’s it going?! Did they see you?” Your friend walked over to you. 

“They’re busy with someone else...” You muttered and took the bottle of champagne. 

“Well, that doesn’t mean it’s the end, wait here!” 

Before you could protest, your friend disappeared. You sighed in frustration and embarrassment and waited. Your friend came back with your crush and you turned your back to them quickly. “What the hell?!” You scolded. 

“Damn she’s thicc, right?” Your friend nudged your crush then ran off. 

You rolled your eyes and turned around to see your crush. “H-Hi.” You said stiffly. 

“Hey.” 

“Are you...Having fun?” 

“Yeah, it’s an awesome party...Nice top.” 

“Thanks! I got it from Target, I waited for Black Friday to get it at a discount. I never buy anything at full price, plus Target has nice clothing materials...And you didn’t need to know all that huh?” 

“Not really...But that’s cool to know.” Your crush reassured you. 

“Hey...Um...Would you...Would you like to dance?” 

“Oh...Um...Sorry, I’m with someone...” 

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know.” 

“It’s okay, I’m flattered. You’re gorgeous...I bet there is a better dancer in the party here for you.” Your crush said sweetly. They were so kind and sweet, it was only killing you more. You forced a smile and your crush stood there awkwardly. 

“There you are!” Their partner said and walked over to them. 

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just talking to her.” Your crush smiled. 

Their partner turned around to face you and the woman sneered at you. “If you even try to think you can be a match for them with your plain ass you got another thing coming.” She hissed. 

“Whoa! Hey, relax!” They said to her. 

You took a step back and looked away. 

“Sorry, I’m just sick of everyone flirting with you, babe. I gotta start protecting what’s mine. You’d do the same I know.” The blonde woman ran her hands on their chest. 

“Yeah but, she’s a friend, be nice.” They said sternly. 

The woman turned back to you, “Sorry...I get a little defensive. I guess I shouldn’t be threatened by you, you’d be too boring for them anyway.” She sauntered off back to the living room. 

“Please don’t listen to her, she’s...A little much at parties.” Your crush said. 

You just nodded your head, still not making eye contact. 

“I’ll...See you later.” With that, your crush left the kitchen. 

You were shaking with anger and sorrow. You saw the bottle of vodka on the counter and grabbed it. “Fuck this party.” You grumbled and grabbed your purse and left the house. 

It was dark out but your friend’s neighborhood was safe. You were buzzed so you had no plan to drive back home...To be honest you didn’t even want to go home. You made it over to a bridge and took a swig of the vodka bottle. You sat down on the edge of the bridge and took another swig. 

The bridge wasn’t part of the main roads so it was quiet. A perfect spot for you to berate yourself about how stupid you are. You looked down at the body of water that lead to the main ocean. A swim would be nice...But you were too drunk. 

Tears fell down your cheeks as you set down the bottle. “I’m such a fucking idiot...I knew I should’ve listened to my gut and stayed home. Who the fuck would like me anyway?” You sobbed and grabbed the bottle. You chugged the next sip but didn’t finish the bottle. “Oh shit!” You exclaimed as the bottle slipped from your fingers and fell into the water. You sighed angrily and threw your hands up in frustration. “Stupid!” You shook your head. 

You moved to try and stand up but the alcohol in your system made you lose your balance. You screamed as you fell from the bridge and straight into the water. 

The water looked so blue and beautiful under the moonlight. Your body floated under the water and you felt like time was slowing down. Your drunken state prevented you from swimming to the surface. Your brows raised when you saw a man swimming toward you under the water. You tilted your head when you got a better look at him. 

He was handsome and fit. He wore beautiful jewelry around his neck and wrists. You noticed his jade earrings on his pointed ears and looked down to see his shorts. His brown skin glowed in the moonlight, he looked like an angel. You gave him a dreamy smile and your heart fluttered seeing him grin back. 

“Little late for a swim, hm, surface dweller?” He chuckled. 

You couldn’t respond or understand what he said. The water filling up your lungs and the fact that you hadn’t swum to the surface began to blur your vision. Your eyes finally closed and you accepted fate. Strong hands gripped your body and swam toward the shore quickly. You gasped and your eyes shot open. 

“Fuck!” You shouted and hugged yourself, you were freezing from the ice-cold water. The alcohol in your system flushed out of your body. “Wh-Where?” You shivered. 

“You’re out of the water, human. I would advise you not to swim if you don’t know how.” A male voice said and you looked up to see the man you saw in the water. His gaze was soft and playful, his chocolate-brown eyes stared at you. 

“Are you an angel?” You gasped and he laughed softly. 

“Far from it, my dear.” He smiled and gently set you down. 

You hugged your arms and shivered to stand in front of the muscular man. You were soaking wet with your bangs on your face. Your red lipstick is smeared and your crop top stuck to your torso. 

The man gently brushed your hair out of your face and smiled down at you. “Do you live far? Can you get home safe?” He said with that smooth voice. 

“I-I-I think so...I’m mostly sober now.” You smiled nervously.

 The man tsked, “Drinking and swimming is not a good idea.” 

“I slipped from the bridge.” 

“Then I would say avoid bridges.” 

“Noted...M-Maybe...If you don’t mind...I could use an escort?” You said. 

The man nodded and offered his hand to you. You held his hand and he helped you up the hill and onto the sidewalk. 

You fumbled with your house keys and took a deep breath to steady your hands. You put the key in the lock and opened your door. “T-Thanks.” You shivered and smiled at him. 

The man walked into your home and helped you to the couch. “Can I do anything to warm you up?” He asked softly. 

You blushed at how close he was to you and realized that a half-naked muscular god of a man is sitting so close to you. “L-Let me get my heater going and a towel...I’ll get you one too.” You said and left the couch.  After doing so, you sat back down next to him and dried your hair, and wrapped the towel around you as you waited for the heat to set in. You had wiped off your lipstick when you had gone to get the towels. You offered the man the other towel and he took it from you and dried his hair. “Thank you again, I’m not sure if I’m having a drunken dream of a hot and sweet guy rescuing me or if this is actually happening.” You joked. 

The man grinned and gently cupped your chin, “Funny you say that, I was going to say that I think I’ve met an angel.” 

“I’m far from that.” You quoted him and he laughed softly. You caught a glimpse of his sharp fangs and looked at him curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking...What’s your name? And...What are you?” You asked softly. 

The man looked at you kindly, “My name is Namor. And well...It’s a bit complicated.” 

“Are you a vampire? I saw your fangs.” 

“Okay well, maybe not that complicated.” Namor chuckled. 

“That’s really cool...You didn’t help me just so you can eat me right? I mean I don’t mind being eaten by you.” You shrugged. 

Namor let out a chuckle and shook his head, “No, my angel, I didn’t save you so I could eat you. If I was going to do that, you wouldn’t have made it to your house.” 

“Fair point.” 

“I do...Want to ask a favor.” 

“Of course!” 

“I will need some strength to get back home, I don’t normally venture far from the waters but...I made an exception. May I drink your blood?” Namor gazed at you. 

“Namor, you could do anything to me right now and I’d say thank you.” You blushed. 

Namor grinned, “You are very funny.” 

“It’s because we just met, try getting to know me.” You teased. 

Namor gazed at you more and stroked your hair, “I would like to get to know you more...After tonight.” Your words died on your tongue and you were lost in his eyes. Namor cupped your chin and leaned in close to you to gently peck your lips. His hold on your chin was gentle as if you were made of glass. You leaned in when he pulled away and kissed him fully. 

Namor let out a soft moan and cupped your face to kiss you more. Your wrapped your arms over his shoulders and pressed your body against his. Namor moved his hands from your face to your hips and squeezed them lightly. Namor pulled back eventually and brushed his nose against yours. “I can’t get carried away just yet, my angel.” He whispered against your lips. 

“That’s okay, whatever you want.” You said softly. 

“Careful, angel, I may just keep you and take you to my underwater kingdom.” Namor purred. 

“Wait what?” You pulled back and furrowed your brows. 

Namor smiled, “My kingdom, darling. I am a king.” 

“You’ll have to show me sometime, otherwise I might just think you’re crazy. Cute but crazy.” You teased. 

Namor gently took your left wrist to his lips and kissed it gently. “I will make sure it won’t hurt.” 

You nodded and winced slightly when you felt his fangs penetrate your skin. You relaxed once he began to suck the blood. When he was done, he licked the spots he bit and it sealed up. He had a bit of your blood on his lips and licked it. “You still have a bit of alcohol in your system, darling. But your blood tastes so sweet.” Namor purred and you bit your lip. 

Namor noticed that and laid back on the couch. He pulled you on top of him and kissed you softly and his hands roamed your curves. “Namor...” You moaned. Namor pulled back from the kiss and smiled. 

The sunlight seeped through the windows of your bedroom and you slowly opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and slowly sat up. “Did...Did I dream all that?” You whispered to yourself. You got off of the bed and rushed over to the living room. The couch was empty but there was something on the coffee table. 

“It’s time for you to sleep darling, tomorrow night, visit me at the shores and this time don’t fall off the bridge.”

You chuckled and nodded. Namor gently rested your head under his chin and wrapped his arms around you. He stroked your hair and you closed your eyes. 

A small golden box...

You rubbed your head to try and soothe the hangover so you could keep your balance as you walked to the table. You sat down on the couch and opened the golden box and gasped at what was inside. It was a jade bracelet and you removed it gently from the box. You held it up and smiled softly. 

“Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all...” 

Author’s Note: Namor says ‘Don’t drink and swim kids!’

Tagging: @namorwife, @nannieyoungblood​, @quackimilktea, @pinkthick​, @ribcorest​, @icytrickster17​, @darkangelchronicles​, @deliciousfestsalad​

[godlessandwrecked]

with the band | s. black & r. lupin

you’re bored and sirius is not paying any attention to you. thankfully, your attempts at making him jealous result in double the fun you were asking for with the company of a certain green-eyed drummer—and all in the middle of a nightclub…

PAIRING: rockstar!sirius black x fem reader / drummer!remus lupin x fem reader

WORD COUNT: 3,1k

CONTENTS: NSFW 18+, sub!reader, threeway sort of?, semi-public sex, fem masturbation, mentions of alcohol consumption

A/N: this is an edited repost! same universe as groupie love but can be read as a stand-alone. idk I just want to be a rockstar’s gf.

Go-go dancers in tiny bikinis were performing under colored lights, contorting their lithe bodies beautifully in their impossibly high heels. No one in the bar paid them no mind, really. They were just there to look pretty—like paintings hanging off a wall, you supposed. 

You couldn’t really see them from your booth in the VIP section of the club, but you could tell they weren’t enjoying themselves that much. And you weren’t, either. 

The floor was sticky with spilled sugary drinks, and the soles of your shoes kept getting stuck to it every time you lifted your foot off the ground to uncross one leg and cross the other. 

Sirius drank next to you, animatedly discussing themes for the band’s next album with Remus, who was sitting on the red leather couch across from you. Their words blended in with the rest of the scenery as you stared off into the distance and the empty tables of the gaudy club. 

You sipped on your peach daiquiri uninterestedly and sporadically, zooming in and out of the conversation unfolding in front of you as you fiddled with the bright pink straw.

You were more than bored. 

Being a rockstar’s girlfriend came with all kinds of fun and crazy adventures you had only dreamed of before you’d met him, but it also required a lot of patience and a lot of waiting around. You weren’t much of a patient person—that you shared with Sirius—but most of the time, when he had to put on his famous persona and go network, you were able to keep your cool until he returned to you. 

Not tonight, though. You were tired of waiting around, and you didn’t have your wits about you to participate in the conversation, even if you were invited to. All you wanted was Sirius’ undying attention, and right now, it was anywhere but you. 

You sighed. The club was half empty, and if only there was someone else at the VIP section, you would be able to easily entertain yourself by chatting up some girlie about nonsense like her manicure or her shoes.

Left with nothing to do, you stared at Remus, silently studying his features and stance as he listened to Sirius’ ideas, his arm lazily draped over the headrest of the sofa, pink lips wrapped around a cigarette and brow furrowed in concentration.

You adored Remus. He was all long bones and big green eyes; he wore tiny hoop earrings, and his sandy hair, shorter on the sides, curled at his ears and the nape of his neck, where a silver chain with his mother’s initial hung from.

He was very different from the rest of his bandmates. Quiet and articulate, he didn’t speak just for the sake of making noise, and you loved that of him. 

He was the father figure of the band, the one who took care of everyone else. You had seen him have his fair share of fun and reckless moments, but he always wore his head on his shoulders, and that only made him more attractive. 

He had this calm, quiet confidence about him that you loved. Everyone drooled over him, men and women alike, but he didn’t seem to care much for the more lustful parts of his career. As much as you liked Sirius’ bold energy and rough nature, you had to admit that Remus’ silent authority and dominance turned you on. In the short time you’d known him, he’d earned a little place in your heart. 

Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, and the music bouncing off the walls was too loud to make up a full thought. Fuck, you were bored. And horny. And feeling brattier by the minute. If only you could get Sirius to take you back to his hotel room already…

A smirk drew itself on your lips as the beginnings of an idea popped into your head, quickly deciding on the execution of it. 

“Remus,” you interrupted the conversation, playing with the ends of your hair as you eyed him up with doe eyes.

Both men turned to look at you, going silent. 

Sirius was first to speak, “We’re talking here, peach. Give us a second, doll.”

“It’s okay, Pads. I’m tired of you already,” Remus joked, smiling sweetly at you and urging you to keep talking with a nod of his head, ever the gentleman. “Yes, darling?”

You smiled innocently. You were about to throw Remus to the wolves for the sake of your little plan, but he was a big boy. He could handle it. 

“When are you gonna teach me how to play the drums?” you continued, shifting in your seat to uncross your legs and lean forward slightly, making a point of showing off a little more cleavage in your tiny dress. “It always looks like you’re having so much fun up there. I’d love to have fun too.”

He smiled and shrugged nonchalantly, flicking his cigarette into the neck of his empty beer bottle to knock off the ash. “Whenever you want. What do you want to learn?”

“Anything you’re willing to teach, I’m willing to learn.” 

Your tone was suggestive, as were your words, and even though your eyes were locked with Remus’, you could practically see Sirius’ jaw clenching and grip tightening on his glass of whiskey. 

You were now fully and unapologetically flirting with Remus, and Sirius’ silence told you he was getting angrier by the minute. You were sure he knew exactly what you were doing, and you could only hope it would make him mad enough to end up with you getting railed into the mattress of his hotel room.

“I bet you’re a great teacher, Remus,” you continued, ignoring Sirius’ deathly stare. “You must be pretty good with your hands, since you’re a drummer and all. I'm sure you could show me a thing or two that Sirius has never been able to-”

“Now, that’s enough,” your boyfriend’s cutting voice made you stop mid-sentence. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweets-”

“No, Sirius, let her talk.”

The two men exchanged a look only they seemed to understand, and a few seconds later, Sirius’ angry frown morphed into a vicious grin, his white fangs peeking through his lips.

“Remus,” Sirius hummed. “Why don’t you sit here, next to her? I bet you’d love to continue that conversation.”

Confused, you looked between them both, as Sirius calmly stubbed out his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray and Remus stood from his seat. You watched as he towered over you, studying you carefully with an indecipherable expression before he sat down next to you on the small couch, pushing you up against Sirius’ side so you three could fit on it. 

“You know, I think you might be right about Remus’ hands,” your boyfriend said, pushing your hair away from your neck with a tentative hand, his touch instantly awakening something in you. “You wanna test that theory, doll?”

You blinked in disbelief. All you could do was sit there, flanked by the both of them, their haunting presence looming over you dominantly. And sure enough, Remus’ left hand fell on your thigh, just above your knee. Your breath hitched, and your eyes met his, noticing the way his pupils dilated as he looked down at you.

“Do you want Remus to touch you?” Sirius’ mouth found the sweet spot under your ear, sucking lightly as he whispered, “Do you?”

You could feel the beginnings of arousal growing in your belly, and still, an uneasy feeling settled over you. 

Your whole plan had been blown out. You couldn’t even utter a single word, too surprised by this new situation you’d been thrown into and not really sure on how to react. What was Sirius planning to do? To punish you for being a brat? To taunt you so you’d say yes so he could then humiliate you in front of Remus for shamelessly flirting with him? He wouldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t.

“You know, we’ve talked about this so many times. We were just waiting for the right time to go on with it.” Sirius’ kisses got more insistent, and Remus’ thumb drawing patterns on your inner thigh as you melted under his touch told you this was no joke. 

“But wait, Sirius. What, here?” you worried. “Someone could see.”

“So? Do you think I care if somebody sees you being a little whore? ‘Cause that’s what you are, you know? Talking like that to Remus. My friend.”

“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean-”

“What? So you don’t actually think I’m good with my hands?” Remus chimed in, the shadow of a smile on his tone.

“I didn’t say- I’m sorry, Sirius, I didn’t-”

“Hey, peach,” his fingers hooked under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. A soft smile was on his face, the one he always gave you when you walked down the street together and a flock of paparazzi cornered you, or at events and parties when there were too many people around trying to intrude in your business. The kind that told you you were safe and protected with him. That you were his girl. “I’m not mad, okay? We’re just having fun, yeah?”

He hadn’t particularly enjoyed the little stunt you’d pulled, but he wasn’t mad. That much you could tell from the way he was looking at you. He didn’t mean to push you into a situation you weren’t comfortable with, he just wanted to maybe take advantage of the situation and have some fun. 

And he was letting Remus join in too.

Sirius wasn’t one to share, but he was allowing it this once, so you nodded without question, giving him permission to go on with whatever he’d thought up, finding yourself growing eager and excited. 

He smiled triumphantly and tapped your leg, coaxing you to spread them apart and drape your thighs over either of theirs, one on Sirius’ leg and one on Remus’. Their hands instantly landed on your bare skin. 

“Is this okay?” Remus asked in a gentle tone, placing his hand on your knee, back to where it had been up until a minute ago. You weren’t sure if he was asking you or Sirius, but you could have sworn you’d felt him nod his head along with yours.

Your skin instantly heated up at his touch, and yet, your whole body shivered when his fingers started to slowly inch further up your thigh, ignating goosebumps and getting dangerously close to the hem of your dress. 

Sirius’ lips found yours, and you kissed him gladly, moaning into his mouth when Remus found the spot where your legs met and brushed his knuckles over the fabric of your underwear, teasing you over the cloth. 

He pushed your soaked panties to the side and slid his fingers through your wet folds, skilfully finding your clit and starting to draw lazy circles as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. You blindly grabbed hold of his arm, feeling the movements of his muscles under your hand as he pleasured you, still lost in Sirius’ mouth and now the euphoria of both men taking care of you.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ tongue swallowed your moans to no avail, really. The music was too loud for anyone to hear them, anyway. 

Remus’ digits traced your slit, spreading your lips to find your entrance and slip a finger in easily. He curled it up and watched you with a grin as you broke away from Sirius’ lips to whine, your back arching off your seat and your hips retreating away from his hand from the sensation. Sirius hand wrapped around your upper thigh, pinning you down so you’d take Remus’ ministrations. 

Sirius’s mouth then moved to your neck, sucking and planting wet kisses, leaving marks behind that branded you his. His hand kneaded your breast over the thin material of your dress, and he kept whispering in your ear with a husky and dark tone, “You like that, peach? Is he making you feel good?”

“So good,” you exhaled, eyes closed and head hung back. 

You felt fingers on the right side of your jaw, pushing your face to the side, until you were met with Remus’ murky eyes looking down at you before his mouth was on yours, softly and languidly moving against your lips. He was slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to Sirius’ exhilarating fiery lust and insatiable hunger, and you felt like you were drowning.

The kiss was wet and filthy, the kind you had only dreamed of in lustful moments. He pulled away slightly, catching your bottom lip in between his teeth, at which you let out a pathetic whimper as you reached forward to meet him again. 

A snarky grin came over his face at your reaction, and he instantly divided back down to kiss you. As his lips connected with yours again and he slid his tongue into your mouth, a second finger slid into you swiftly, making you gasp at the stretch, his warm tongue moving against yours. 

Blindly, your fingers slid up Sirius’ thigh and met with the growing bulge in his pants. You patted him over the material, feeling him hard and hot in your hand as he relaxed under your touch and sunk down further into the plush seat. 

Remus lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he kept pumping his long fingers in and out of you. And you… you were a moaning, whimpering mess. You looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, begging for something—anything, you weren’t really sure what. 

“You can’t come yet, peach. Not until I tell you to,” he said, meeting your gaze. He kissed your temple softly, his ringed hand caressing your thigh as you trembled. 

You were a wreck in the midst of the dark venue and the loud music. Realistically, no one could hear your moans or the squelching sounds of Remus’ fingers thrusting into you, and it was hard for anyone to see you hidden in the shadows, way in the back of the club—but the possibility unnerved you still. 

A waiter could walk in at any moment, or other people joining the VIP section, and they would find you spread out and with two men kissing at your neck. You wouldn’t be surprised if a picture of this very moment ended up on the cover of some magazine tomorrow morning, and as much as it ashamed you to admit it, you didn’t totally despise the idea, especially when the two men were who they were.

You were suffocating. Your cheeks were burning hot and your clothes felt itchy on your skin and too rough on your sensitive nipples. 

The two men were on either sides of your neck now, Remus’ nose buried in your hair as he drank you in and kept pleasuring you. Your heart was beating fast, and a sweat broke through your body as Sirius urged you to spread your legs a little wider over both his and Remus’ thighs. 

You were desperate for release, on the brim of tears and dying to cry out at how good they were both making you feel. Sirius knew your body better than anyone, and he could tell, so his hand moved between your legs to replace Remus’ thumb on your clit with his own fingers. 

He rubbed relentlessly as Remus kept fingering you, curling his fingers up and brushing against that spot that made your legs shake and body shiver. “Come on, baby. Show Remus how pretty you look when you come.”

The two men toying with you in the middle of the club, their hands on your thighs, leaving marks on your skin with their kisses—this was the stuff of your wildest fantasies. So much more than anything you had ever imagined. 

The thought of it becoming true was enough to get you there. 

Quickly, you felt yourself approach your release. Your eyes were shut tight, your thighs trembling, threatening to close around both their hands, and you felt like you were floating. Your breath became shorter, and your hips started moving involuntarily, grinding down on both their hands to get as much pleasure out of them as you could. Sirius kept rubbing at your clit, faster now, and Remus urged you on, his fingers sliding in and out of you, and whispering praises that tickled you the right way. 

You came with a broken moan and Sirius’ smile against your cheek, your head thrown back against the wall, mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pure bliss. Both men smothered you in kisses as you came down from your high, their hands feeling around your body with soft touches, and you basked in them, not really sure if what just happened was truly real at all.

Remus slid his fingers out of you and brought his hand up to your face, slipping his slick coated fingers into your mouth, slowly swirling them around your tongue, your mouth wide open for him. He stared at you, drinking in your every move, his teeth sunk into his lower lip as you closed your mouth around his digits and sucked on them, letting out a satisfied moan that sent a shock straight through him. He could swear just the thought of you tasting yourself on his fingers was enough to make him come in his pants.

Remus looked at Sirius with a knowing smirk. 

He got it now, why Sirius was so pussy-whipped with you—why he’d given up reckless nights of fooling around with different people. How could he not when you took everything he gave you so willingly and appreciatively? And you looked so pretty doing it, too? 

He kissed your warm cheek with so much care. “Such a good girl, fuck me.”  His long lashes tickled your cheekbone. “Lucky motherfucker,” he whispered under his breath, eyeing Sirius.

Sirius shrugged cockily, proud of having you by his side and happy that he’d gotten to show his best friend just how good his girl was. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked you.

You still felt on cloud nine, the remnants of the intense orgasm still flowing through your body. You smiled groggily at the two boys. “It was so good. Thank you, Remus. The rumours are true.” 

He was really good with his hands. 

“The pleasure was mine, darling.”

“Let’s go back to the hotel. You’ve had your fun,” Sirius turned to you, hooking a finger under your chin so you’d catch the glint in his eye, the one that told you this was far from over. “Now, you’re gonna ride Moony’s thigh until you cry, peach.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[seph-makes-art]

Ballet dancer sangcheng au part 2:

Nie Huaisang had one family rule he had to follow: he had to learn at least 2 athletic classes after school as a kid, no matter which, as long as it was athletic and he had fun, the Nies are well known for their sportive nature, and Nie Huaisang would be no different.

Nie Huaisang didn't like the idea at first, he would've preferred to do nothing and maybe draw, but if he wanted to be able to be in an art class in school he had to do as he's told.

The first class he enrolled in was in gymnastics, he was a really flexible kid, and some girls in his class showed him some really cool tricks he really wanted to learn, and once he learnt he could do splits and cool handstands and play with a ribbon, a fan and a hoop in shows he was immediately sold. He loved gymnastics.

The second class was much more difficult to decide, the first year he took hip hop, he enjoyed it, but it wasn't something he really liked, so the second year he tried jazz, which was fine, but not really that fun either

The third year he tried flamenco, he stayed for 2 years but moved along to something else, since he didn't feel connected enough, next he tried fan dancing, but it was so strict and as much as able as he was he was very exhausted.

Next he tried contemporary dance, but as artistic as it was in it's soul it sometimes was too raw for him, he tried Irish but it was too exhausting.

He went on and on, and at 16 he found ballet, where he met a strict and lonely dancer, the passion in his soul to ballet was addicting and curious, he wanted to know him more, and before he knew it he was sneaking looks at him. At 16 he found a new love.

Making friends was easy, but talking with the dancer was sometimes a challenge, although, whenever he could make him smile or laugh he was so happy, dancing with him felt so natural, and learning ballet after so much experience with different forms of dance was easy enough.

He made so many friends in class, but none compared to the dancer they were wary to anger, so dedicated and passionate, no one can ever compare.

Nie Huaisang was in love with Jiang Cheng.

[mobiused]

if u aren't busy could u share your thoughts on the r2 stages . ik you shared some but i like reading your opinions ^^

wjsn - well the singing did not really sound like that. like people mentioned before trying to do a dark edgy version of navillera made no sense and i think the gaybaiting intro where they made a big fuss of it on bubble or weverse or whatever about their lips maybe touching was kind of cheap LOL. the dance was kinda mid pretty unremarkable. (the audacity to say loona was unmemorable when i literally forgot every single aspect of their performance a week later. ok.) uh i should think of something nice to say... it gave me this reaction shot of hyeju so thanks wjsn!

loona - my little theatre kids… their most entertaining performance ever it was like a real show, something a little aggravating was the fact the mix aired on the show nerfed their vocals, a lot of comments about their weak vocals but they were WAY better at projecting in the zoom version than the broadcast version so it felt a little anticlimactic especially since there was no cheering when there was a ton on the zoom version so its like uhhh… anyway i love it and im biased idc and if you haven't go listesn to the digital version

BG - really good mix though i kind of hate when momentum is killed in songs but its ok. something that aggravates me about BG is like. they are very very competent singers and yet they're always yelling into mics. you dont need to do that. thats what a mic is for it will make you loud you dont need to shout. please think of the poor sound engineers. better vocalists than a lot of other girls so ill forgive them. love a performance with a narrative too (also how did hyeju predict it was about thievery from like 2 seconds in she's crazy) also i really really like mvsk so i really liked it actually

viviz - the mix was also really good!! unnatural is a well structured song so it was a good pick but eunha hardcarried. it feels like they're not creative enough to overcome their deficiency in talent, and also not talented enough to overcome their deficiency in creativity. that sounds really mean sorry. umji's cane dance was literally laughable if you could call it a dance. at least it was visually impressive (red is cool) and ok to listen to, but performance wise i was left ambivalent… like they are not dancers. damn. did you know all 3 of them are younger than haseul i think thats crazy.

kep1er - the intro was nutty i loved it so much. and then the song was just… how am i meant to listen to that as a single. stop stopping. im trying to listen. of course it was superduper cute but like their other performance it was so chaotic and disjointed that i was left bewildered rather than entertained. the mashup was good though though and hikaru literally devoured shes so cool hyeju why can't you make friends with her instead. at times it was hard to tell them apart from the bg dancers which is not so good… and i really wasn't a fan of the bar dancing like hold on didn't you say you didn't want to do certain BG songs because they were too mature and you have kids in your group…? and yet…? okay sure i guess. and despite how chaotic it was it was pretty low energy at the same time which i guess is maybe impressive in and of itself

hyolyn - how is she so cool…. now this is an ARTIST. i love her clear vision and effort made to interpret the song as its originally intended as well as make it her own. hoop work was more visually impressive than technical but still such a badass intro. her vocals put everyone in the entire show to shame. its amazing how she dominates the stage on her own… but the mix was surprisingly sparse, i dont think i could listen to it as a single, maybe because i'm used to the cracked out original so in that regard i was a little underwhelmed, and i guess the dance after the hoop intro was a little unremarkable but her singing more than makes up for it (and her bg dancer team did great)

final verdict: loona > BG > hyolyn (are you surprised?) > viviz > kep1er > wjsn

[startanewdream]

Chasing Dreams

Summary: When Ginny Potter is having doubts about her pregnancy, her father-in-law shows up to give her some help, flying time and, of course, present his suggestion of baby names.

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The wind blows in her face and Ginny closes her eyes, happily, enjoying the feelings that only the breeze over fifty feet in the air can bring. It's been a while since she has felt that breeze, considering the doctor warned to…

Doctor? 

She opens her eyes, confused, but she can't remember anything specific. In fact, she doesn't even remember exactly how she got there - she knows she is on her Firebolt, well above ground, in a Quidditch field that looks like the one in Hogwarts; there is a mist around the field, but she thinks she can see the edges of the castle. It's been years since she played there. Perhaps she had a contusion? She can't recall, but still, it would take more than a Bludger to stop her from playing Quidditch.

'First season in the Holyhead Harpies, third match, right?', asks a voice close to her and she turns to see Harry slightly below her, also on a broom, his face turned away from her.  She thinks there is something strange with his voice. 'That's the game a Bludger broke your foot after fifteen minutes of play and you refused to leave the game'.

Ginny nods, laughing at the memory.

'I told Gwenog that I needed my arms to play Chaser and they were working perfectly fine'.

'And Harry didn't know if he should be mad at you or kiss you'. There is a playfully chuckle. 'Guess we know which won in the end'.

'Harry…?'

The man turns to her, and now Ginny can see it's not Harry. He looks remarkable like Harry though, but the man with her has more lines in his face, his black hair is starting to recede, his nose is longer, and his eyes are completely different. Hazel eyes that shine with more mischief than she ever saw on Harry.

For a moment, Ginny is troubled, feeling like there is something wrong there; then she relaxes, as some part of her mind recognises him.

'I hope you are not listening to gossip, Mr. Potter', she says, grinning at James Potter with the feeling they are sharing a long-lost joke.

'You mean that article of the Witch Weekly saying how you and Harry like to shag on changing rooms, Mrs. Potter? Because I would never read that kind of gossip'.

'As if', Ginny scoffs lightly. 'Everyone knows you and Sirius are the worst tattletales ever, Mr. Potter'.

He laughs in agreement.

Ginny can't remember when that started, but she knows calling him formally is supposed to be a joke between them. Like he was annoyed when she first called him Mr. Potter ('It's James, Ginny, Mr. Potter was my old dad') until she started dating Harry, and then he'd started calling her Mrs. Potter long before they even began thinking about taking that step.

Ginny doesn't remember exactly - a lot of things seem mussed in her head -, but she thinks of a hug on her wedding day, hearing James Potter telling her she was already a Potter even before the wedding vows.

She thinks she might have dropped a tear back then, though the exact memory evades her.

'Well, you and Harry are our favourite celebrity couple', assures James. 'But I promise I give you privacy always - no matter where you are, though I must note that Weekly Witch tends to be right once in a while'.

Ginny feels warmth through her body that has nothing to do with the bright summer day - is it summer? She thought they were in February… -, as her mind perfectly recalls the aftermath of last year’s final match of the Quidditch league, when she and Harry had postponed the victory party in favour of him helping her ease all the tension from the match…

James coughs, as if to draw her attention, and Ginny blushes, trying to think desperately of something that could back away the memories of being with Harry in the shower and how his mouth -

'Quidditch!', James cries suddenly, drawing her attention. 'How about one-sided Quidditch? We can bet who scores the most'.

Ginny is about to say they have no Quaffle to play when she notices the ball in her hand. She doesn't remember taking the ball - and there is a nagging feeling she shouldn't be playing…

'Ginny?', calls James, and when she looks at him, he is smiling gently. 'It's okay, you can play now'.

His tone is reassuring, and she lets herself believe in his words. Besides, though she can't recall the reason, she feels like she misses flying; this should be silly - ever since she left school, all she’s been doing is playing Quidditch professionally, though in the last months…

The thought eludes her again.

Thinking no more of it, she throws him the Quaffle and goes to the hoops. Ginny was never a very good as Keeper - she can play Seeker very well and she loves chasing, of course -, but she can defend somewhat; most of the time, she just watches James Potter flying, dodging some Bludgers that come out of nowhere, and she thinks he flies really well, like if he really trained for it, instead of being more natural like Harry; his moves are perfectly executed, like a professional dancer.

He manages to score a few goals before she finally gets his ticks. James likes to show himself off; even when he has a clean shot, he likes to do manoeuvres that almost make him break his neck, before throwing the Quaffle.

'Oh, you got me', James admits in a defeated voice after she makes the fifth consecutively defence. 'Lily warned me that flaunting would only lead to me embarrassing myself'.

'You are good', Ginny assures him hurriedly, but James just shakes his head, undisturbed.

'I used to be, but I'm rusty. Well, fair is fair. Let's switch positions. Don't be afraid to put your father-in-law to shame, huh?'

Ginny grins. She flies to the middle of the field and as soon as he throws her the Quaffle she begins.

Her style is almost close to his, she realizes; they've both been trained. But Ginny is a top Chaser and there is a reason she holds the scoring-record from the Quidditch League, so after twenty minutes, James refuses to give her back the Quaffle after she scores another goal.

'I think that's enough', he says. 'Sirius won't stop laughing when he hears I barely managed one save that was luckier than any talent on my part'.

'We can keep it a secret', Ginny promises, and she thinks once more this is one of the things she and James Potter share.

How she never tells when she catches him eating the last piece of cake that Lily saved for herself, and how he never tells her mom the time she managed to be drunk at the Potter's New Year's Eve Party.

She can't specify in which year that happened, but it seems like something that could have happened - then it means it did happen, right?

‘You are really excellent’, James says, flying closer. ‘I’d seen you already, but playing with you…’’

Ginny frowns, not knowing how to answer. His comment seems off; of course, they’ve played before, in one of the many times she had dinner over the Potter’s and Harry convinced them to a family Quidditch game on cool nights. They all would play, her brothers against James and Sirius, teasing them for their old age to which they’d answer that they had more experience, while Lily would laugh, acting as a referee and asking them to avoid faults for once.

That had happened, she can’t have imagined it…

‘You remind me of myself, you know’, James adds, distracting her. ‘We both have been flying since we were young, and I’ve broken more than once through my parent’s broom shed’.

‘I thought your dad was the one who taught you how to fly’.

‘He did, but he and my mom were a bit protective. You know, I was their only son… They wanted me to fly safely, and it took them a while to see that if they didn’t want me to do something, then -’

‘Then they shouldn’t forbid you’, Ginny concludes for him, smiling knowingly. ‘Yeah, half the reason I wanted to fly so much was that my mom said I was too young and my brothers refused to let me play’.

‘See? We were both rulebreakers’. He winks at her. ‘Between you and me, that’s what attracted Lily and Harry to us’.

She raises her eyebrows.

‘Harry broke more rules than I ever did’.

‘Says the girl who once broke the headmaster’s office to steal a sword’, remembers James fondly. ‘Still, they both like to break some rules now and then, but their passion is not on it. That’s why we are so good to them. We encourage this side of them’.

‘You approve us. I mean, me and Harry, together’.

Ginny doesn’t know why this information is important to her; it should be something that she already knew, but still a part of her feels warm at the thought. It’s like if she had always wondered if James and Lily would like her, would approve her relationship with Harry, would cheer them...

He throws her a funny look.

‘Of course I do. I mean, for a while I thought Harry was totally going to miss you, and Lily had to forbid me of doing anything - I was just going to nudge him in the right direction, come on -, but things turned out perfectly, didn’t they? You should see me when you first kissed - I was practically waving little flags written “H&G” in a heart…’

His voice suddenly stops, and James blinks as if he realizes he is oversharing. Ginny’s smile, which first came out when he was telling his reaction, dies slowly as she registers what he is saying.

It’s wrong, somehow. James Potter couldn’t be there.

Harry first kissed her in the Gryffindor Common Room, after the Quidditch game and he was alone because he’d been in detention with Snape - Snape who had always disliked Harry, even though he’d protected Harry all in the name of a long-lost love…

A love that had died with her husband years ago.

Ginny blinks and then she chokes as if the air is not enough to breathe, as if she is underwater instead of flying well above ground. With a sigh, James pushes her towards one of the stands and she barely notes he’s helping her to sit.

She breathes slowly before returning to look at James Potter. He looks younger now somehow, younger than her even, barely in his twenties.

And he looks worried at her, which she thinks is kind of ironic considering he’s been dead for the last twenty-four years.

Oh, goodness, he is dead. And if she is seeing him… She remembers Harry telling her, so many years ago, how he died once, how he saw Dumbledore then...

‘You are fine’, James assures her, looking at her as if he knows exactly what’s on her mind. ‘You’re sleeping on the couch of your house right now’.

She nods, still dumbfound, and her hand falls to her lap. Her flat lap.

Now panic crushes over her, more than before when she thought she was dead, and she remembers exactly why the doctor told her she shouldn’t fly anymore, why she hadn’t played Quidditch in the last six months…

‘Your baby is fine too’, adds James. There is a thoughtful smile on his face. ‘This is just a dream, Ginny’.

Relief floods over her, even though she can’t help but think it’s strange not feeling her swollen belly or being able to see her feet.

Now that there is no problem - that her baby is safe - she looks around curiously. As if the mist of early had suddenly vanished, she can see the Hogwarts castle in the distance.

‘I never really played anywhere else’, says James fondly, looking in the same direction. ‘All my Quidditch career was here in Hogwarts, that’s why you are dreaming of here’. He sighs. ‘People always told me I should’ve played professionally’.

Ginny remembers hearing Sirius and Remus describing James, a long time ago, on quiet nights in Grimmauld Place.

‘Sirius always told me how good you were, Mr. -’, his eyes catch hers and she grins. ‘James’.

‘I enjoyed showing off too much. Here in Hogwarts it may have worked, but it’s a cooperative game, I would have sucked playing it in a real league’.

‘I don’t know’, says Ginny slowly. ‘What I like chasing, more than seeking, is teamwork, knowing the other players and working together as one. And for all I’ve heard, you were very good at making people trust you and trusting back’.

‘With one exception’, he murmurs and there is a shadow on his face. ‘Well, I never had the opportunity nor the interest. But who knows what might have happened?’

Ginny feels the same shadow in her heart. She doesn’t know what James Potter would have done with his life, but there are other things she knows – how he’d watch every game that Harry played, how he’d be his son’s most passionate fan, how he’d give his grandchildren their first broomstick.

This thought makes her sad and she feels tears coming to her eyes, as easily as during the first trimester of her pregnancy, when everything made her cry.

‘Oh, no, no’, James says hurriedly, looking at her worriedly. ‘This dream is not supposed to upset you. I thought I could distract you’.

‘Sorry, it’s just - I wish you had played Quidditch instead of being in a war…’

‘I’ve fought in a war so Harry and you and all your generation could be free to do whatever you want. And if it meant I’d die for it, I’d do it again without thinking’. He smiles assuringly. ‘That’s what being a parent means, Ginny. Doing anything for your child’.

She bits her lips and looks at James Potter’s eyes. Even though the colour is very different from Harry’s, she thinks there is the same comfort there, the same patience and the belief that things will turn out fine somehow if you just never give up.

‘I don’t know how to be a mother’, she admits, whispering something that she hadn’t dared say out loud because she never thinks anyone could understand her. Her mother had seven children, Hermione doesn’t think of kids yet and Harry…

Harry is even more worried about himself as a parent than her, and all things considered, she doesn’t want to burden him with her worries.

‘No one does because there is not a formula’. He chuckles lightly. ‘Me and Lily - I don’t know who was more in panic. We were young, we never had even discussed kids, the war was at its peak… But we managed. You will too, and you won’t be alone. That makes all the difference. Sirius, Remus and -’, he hesitates briefly, ‘- Peter didn’t know how to change diapers any better than we, but having them there, having a family… That’s what you need and that’s what you already have’.

‘It’s just not this. I can learn all these things and Harry is there to help but… I worry about me’. She avoids his eyes. ‘I know it’s incredibly selfish, but I don’t know what I will do with a kid, it changes everything, and I’m scared… Not very Gryffindor of me, I know’.

‘The thing I’ve learnt is that being a Gryffindor has less to do with never being afraid and more with never letting fear control you. And from what I’ve seen of you, Ginny, you never let anything control you’.

She nods, in silence. Not being controlled is something she is adamant about ever since she was eleven.

‘You get the right to be scared for you. Of course you do. You don’t stop being you when you become a mother. And you are twenty-three. You still have time to figure it out’. He gestures to the field. ‘If you want to go back, you can. If you want to lay down and retire, you can too. Like you once said, everything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve – and you have that more than most’.

She lets the words – her words – fill her, trusting in them.

‘I - thank you, James’.

‘No problem’, he says dismissively. ‘That’s me, calming future parents’.

‘What?’

‘Nothing’. He presses his lips for a few seconds. ‘That is why you are dreaming now, you know? I saw how worried you were, and I thought maybe we could talk a little. It’s always good to chat with your favourite daughter-in-law’.

‘Am I not the only one?’

‘Still my favourite’, he promises, and Ginny believes in him.

She glances at him. Now James is playing with a Golden Snitch that has just appeared, almost absently, seeming to just enjoy the wind that messes with his hair.

Now she knows she’s dreaming, these things seem to make less sense than before, but still she knows – even though no one told her before – that, like her, James always felt better flying than walking on the ground. If she closes his eyes, she can imagine being with Harry in the living room of the Potter’s house, listening to James recounting his best Quidditch matches, laughing of how he exaggerates in his stories until Lily teases him with the description of what really happened.

(‘I wasn’t knocked by the Bludger, Lily, it was just a scratch’) (‘James, you stayed on the Hospital Wing for three days) (‘Only because you were there watching over me, I could have left the first day, but you were so worried that I let you care for me’) (‘You prat, I was worrying madly over you’) (‘That’s because you were already madly in love with me’) (‘Merlin, could you two find a room to ourselves? You are embarrassing me in front of my girlfriend’)

Ginny blinks, disorientated. These memories can’t be real, but somehow she can almost feel the heat from the fireplace, the softness of the couch as if she and Harry were sitting there now. She can hear their laughter echoing in the room.

‘I know’, James says quietly and sadly. ‘It would be amazing if it had happened, wouldn’t it?’

‘How –‘

‘I think you are just one of those people with the power of imagining. Seeing what it could have been’. He sighs, looking beyond her. ‘It’s good, but it’s also dangerous’.

‘It doesn’t do to dwell on dreams and forget to live’, she recites, thinking of Harry telling her this a long time ago.

‘Dumbledore always had the best phrases. It’s a good advice’. He smiles. ‘Still, Ginny, if there is one thing you could really remember from this dream… Talk to Harry. About your worries. He will listen and support you’. He sighs. ‘Almost ten years and that kid is still deeply in love with you, you know?’

‘I do’, says Ginny calmly.

Their love is one of the things that always keeps her going. Harry encourages her as much as he encourages him, and she doesn’t know how she’d deal with their unplanned and unexpected pregnancy if it wasn’t for him. 

‘Well, it’s obvious by now, but I always supported you. I told Lily ever since you first defended him that you would be together’. He grins. ‘It earned me five sickles’.

Ginny doesn’t know what money is good for someone who is not alive, but she is tactful not to say anything.

‘So Lily didn’t support me?’, she asks instead, rather worriedly.

James blinks.

‘What? No, of course she did. But she bet you’d be together only in his Seventh Year, and I bet Sixth. Harry was much better than me, he couldn’t take that much time…’

‘He took long enough’, Ginny says playfully. This brings another sad smile to his face.

‘Well, he was slow considering -’

‘He was too busy saving the wizarding world, yes’.

‘I saw you two, you know’. He rolls his eyes. ‘Well, not when you took your strolls in the grounds and certainly not in all those detours to broom cupboards, but when you were sitting together in the Common Room, just side by side, holding hands, hugging. This is something Harry never had enough of in his life. Physical contact. If I could give you any advice… Hug your kid. Let him always know he’s loved and cherished’.

‘I will’, she promises. ‘Harry too’.

James nods, then he raises.

‘I think our time is almost up. How about a last flight around the pitch? I know you miss flying’.

‘Oh, I do’. She grabs her broom, but before she mounts it, she turns to him. ‘Huh, James? I know that Harry would probably say something like this is real as long as I think it is… But just between us, is this real?’

‘Harry is usually right about these things’, he says cryptically, winking at her.

‘So if it’s real… no offense, but why seeing me, not Harry?’

‘It was you who needed some comfort and Harry already knows I am always with him. Plus, I couldn’t help but think…’

He hesitates, looking sheepishly at her.

‘I just noticed - like I said, I watch sometimes and - I know you know it’s a boy - I noticed that you and Harry never discussed names - so if it’s up for suggestion -’

‘James’, she stops him, smiling. ‘Harry and I never discussed it because there was never a question. Our baby will be called James, there wasn’t ever doubt about it’.

‘Oh’.

James’ grin is infectious, like watching the sun burning, and Ginny is reminded of how brightly Harry smiled when she told him he was going to be a father.

She’d always listened to people saying how Harry looks like his father, but this is the first time she really sees it. It’s more than the physical appearance.

She wishes Harry were with her in this dream.

‘I was just worried, you know’, James says after a minute, with barely contained satisfaction. ‘If you would think of naming him Elvendork - even though it’s unisex, always good - or after Severus Snape, imagine that’.

‘James Severus would sound catastrophic’, Ginny grins at the horror in his face. ‘But I’m more inclined to James Sirius. Much more explosive and -’

‘Marauder’, completes James, smiling. ‘That kid will be lucky to have you as his parents’.

‘Thank you, James. Not only for your confidence in us, but for… well, everything’.

‘It’s me who has to thank you. You gave Harry a family. That’s the only thing I ever wished for him’.

He mounts his broom.

‘Shall we?’

She laughs, delighted, and joins him for a last flight in the field.

[1dclicheficfest]

The time has come, my dears! We’ve compiled, organized and sorted your submissions and we’re ready to share them! We’ve had so much fun reading your clichés and we hope it’ll give you a good laugh.

Important disclaimer because it has to be said: we do not endorse any of the clichés submitted and these are not meant to spark Discourse™ . This is all in good fun, to spark your imagination and perhaps inspire some prompts!

Before we get to the fun part, don’t forget that prompt submissions open on February 1st and will run until March 28th. The full schedule can be found here.

And now, without further ado, here are your brilliant clichés.

HARRY

Green eyes

Huge eyes

Dimples

Always smirking

“The flirt”

Jobs: Works in a flower shop/Used to be a baker/Frat boy/LA socialite/Mermaid

“Quirky”

Clumsy/balance issues

Health nut/Workout junkie/Eats a lot of avocado and kale/loves yoga/gross green health smoothies

Very slow speech

Paints his nails

Beautiful long luscious curly hair

Long legs/large hands

Tall/large/big

Nudity/loves walking around starkers

Obsessed with being pregnant/babies

Kind to everyone

Bites his lip a lot

Tells terrible jokes/loves puns

Naive and oblivious

Clothing: Pearl necklace, Chelsea boots/gold boots/boots in general/Gucci everything/Flared, high-waisted trousers/’red and black sheer floral shirt with black skinny jeans’

Always unbuttons his shirt to show off tattoos

Baby seal laugh

Bad at driving

Hipster/takes artsy photos

Acting out for attention/Petty jealousy for no reason or because of a misunderstanding or when anyone comes near Louis

Bad dancer that gives it his all/makes awkward shapes with his limbs when trying to dance

Cat mom/Wine aunt

Resting bitch face

Rides a motorcycle

LIAM

Little clueless

Insecure

Louis is constantly messing with him

Roommates with Louis

Puppy/a lost puppy/puppy in human form/puppy eyes/puppy who doesn’t know how hot and strong he is/loves puppies

Manly muscle man/buff af/loves working out/sweet himbo beefcake

Bullied in the past

Giant heart/incredibly kind/soft/super loyal

Worry-wart/mother hen of the band/gets nervous when things don’t go to plan

Voice of reason/the responsible one/Daddy Direction/level-headed/most serious of the five/keeps the others grounded

Doesn’t know how to let loose and have fun

Lacking in experience/innocent about sex things

Oblivious to his feelings/other people’s feelings for him

Jobs: Firefighter/boxer/athlete

Super soft for Zayn

Protective

“Wants to cry as soon as Louis opens his mouth and doesn’t know if it’s because he’s scared, because it’s too funny, or because he just can’t handle any of it.”

Fear of spoons

Timid/

“being very shy/awkward in the beginning and then getting more confident because of Louis”

Snake habitat turn around!

Can’t spell

His turtle losing a foot

“Smelly pasta house”

Loves batman

Being alpha in ABOs

Unruly curly hair then trimmed to a crisp buzz

LOUIS

Blue eyes: ocean blue/blue as the sky on a sunny winter day/twinkle eyes

Arse and/or tummy as a defining feature

Sassy/sass master/feisty/snarky/cheeky/witty/playful/funny/sarcastic/joker

Flamboyant

Heart of gold/”Louis IS the sun”

“Does not suffer fools gladly (that’s your job you fooking loosah)”/hot-headed to pick fights only in defense of those he loves

Protective/Mama bear/loyal/Daddy of the group

Small/Dainty stature emphasized

Runs fingers through his fringe/hair always styled

Jobs: Footie player, teacher, drama teacher, actor, plays in a band

Loves music and writes songs

Plays footie (even if it’s not his job)

LOUD

Can’t cook/chicken wrapped in parma/”Can’t cook to save his life and if he does the kitchen ends up in flames”

Soft with Harry

School: Studying drama, being the bad boy, pop!punk Louis

Bratty/petty/snappy

Smoking

Zayn’s partner in crime

Rooms with Liam

Calls everyone ‘love’/uses too many terms of endearment

Yorkshire accent emphasized/always talks about Doncaster

Clothing: Vans or Adidas shoes/Toms/trackies/braces/red jeans/dressing in comfortable clothes only/no socks/scarf

Very good with kids/loves kids/family-oriented/looking after siblings/having a huge family

Eats junk food only

“The gay who cannot drive”

NIALL

Drinks a lot/Drinks everyone under the table because he’s Irish/Guinness lover/fun drunk/Will sing Gaelic folk songs when drunk/big social drinker-always making friends via alcohol/will kiss anyone when drunk

Food: Eats all the food/doesn’t season his food/loves Nando’s/”100% will take the last slice of pizza and not feel bad about it”/can and will eat you out of house and home/actually eats and cooks healthy but everyone thinks the opposite

Irish/Irish and proud/Wey Hey lads!/leprechaun Niall

Carefree/nothing bothers him

Romantic: falls fast and hard

Captain Niall!/Captain of the ship(s)

Music: guitar always present/Goes into the zone when he has an instrument in his hands - nothing will distract or get through to him/The Eagles fanboy/Damien Rice fanboy

Funny/always laughing/joking around/head back cackle of a laugh

Single/hooks up with a ton of people but no serious relationships/sleeps around/Serial Ladies man/Friends with benefits with multiple people at once/

Turns up the charm 100% and never half-asses it/”Scrunches his hair in thought and knows he looks cute doing so (like girls that purposefully bite their lip)”

Friends with literally everyone/has a thousand surface-level friends that think they’re close to him but keeps all at arm’s length/the greatest friend but also pickiest about who he becomes friends with

Clothing: Constantly shirtless/shorts over trousers/flip-flops as house shoes/gold chain/coin necklace/hoop earring/”golf dad that tucks in his shirts and unironically wears polos”

Obsessed with golf and football/practices his putt in the hallway with an empty loo roll

A bro

Secretly insightful/Tactless but gives essential advice as a result

Secretive/keeps his shit quiet/Definitely the guy with the most secrets

The blond one

Hairy chest

Worst poker face

Finger guns/peace signs

Blushes when he’s excited

Adores Shawn and Lewis

Cares a lot about what others think

Says no judgment but really judges a lot/judges you based on music taste

Rings in at 0 on the gaydar but could surprise you/the only het one

Tries to avoid conflict by remaining ‘on the fence’ and not picking a side

Always the roommate

Face mask selfies

Emotions rotate between sad, sexy, and fun - combination vary

Never a villain

Close with Harry

“Violent masturbating in the next room”

Constant pet names for everyone/”Even has pet names for his devices (like his vacuum robot”

ZAYN

Super smart/nerd/wise/The Ravenclaw

Smokes a lot

Secretly very soft/gentle/biggest heart/”His confidence and aloofness hide a sensitive heart of gold”/Bad boy secretly soft

Heart-eyes at Liam/Soft with Liam/”Lee-yum”

Mysterious eyes

Best friends with Louis

Jobs: Artist, tattoo artist, English teacher who loves art, works in comic book store,

Shy/withdrawn/mysterious/brooding best friend/quiet/”Seems intimidating until you realize he’s just shy”/bad boy outside, soft boy inside/”not as cool as he seems but way sweeter”

The artistic one/tortured artist/art student/skater/also does graffiti/spray-paint

Marvel fan/comic book fan/superhero fan

Clothing: Wears his clothes like armor/leather jacket/”He’s the only one with good taste and he knows it”

Most ‘devil may care’ about his sexuality

Family-oriented/family man

Involved with his religion

Model figure/carved by gods/vain but not obnoxious about it

Catchprase is ‘sick’

Needs time alone to recharge

Changes his hair a lot/that one strand of hair that falls over his eyes

Thinks Malibu is called Malabami

“Eats candy underwear off of Harry’s crotch”

[paulxlahotee]

what would everyone in the wolfpack be doing during quarantine?

Paul- he is taking this time to just hang out tbh. He spends literally all of his time on Jacob’s couch (much to the annoyance of billy, Jacob, AND Rachel) ((he is quarantining in the black house wjdjsjdj)) and eats their food. He likes xxxtra hot Cheetos and bepsi (casual rez boy). He watches movies for the most part, but he likes to go on runs in the evenings with the rest of the pack

Sam- he spends all his time with Emily, obvi. Well, until she kicks him out of the house after he breaks a lamp for the third time while wrestling with Jared. Other than that he’s mostly just hanging out. (Un)surprisingly, Sam is a huge bookworm, he reads so much it’s not even funny. So when he isn’t pestering Emily for baked goods, wrestling with one of the boys, or out for a run, he’s sitting on the back porch reading his favorite book

Leah- she is so busy getting ripped as hell that she doesn’t really have enough time to do much else. Leah is so muscular (I’m- 😍), and she loves boxing. Mostly because it makes her feel like she invincible and also because it’s fun!! When Jacob is annoying her (like always), she challenges him to a fight and he literally always loses. And she will continue to win bc Leah is SO strong. She also has a surprisingly good signing voice, and sometimes when she’s cooling down from her workout or just kinda laying around she’ll sing to herself (no one has heard her sing and she likes to keep it that way)

Jacob- he’s literally in his garage working on his cars all the time. His latest project is to install a hand lever for the pedals in his dads truck so he can drive it once Jake leaves to go to college. On days where it’s a little too cold or he just wants to be inside, he works on carving! He does miniature sculptures of everyday objects, or sometimes he makes mini models of his friends in their wolf forms

Jared- for some reason, Jared is obsessed with the idea of doing stand up comedy. He loved Charlie Hill (a native stand up comedian) when he was growing up, and one day, about two days after quarantine went into effect, he watched one of his old tapes and got obsessed. So now he spends all his time practicing his sketches and jokes, trying to perfect them

Embry- he has been a fancy dancer since he was old enough to compete, and he practices all the time to make sure he doesn’t lose his skill. The local powwows got cancelled because of COVID but he still believes that they’re going to come back so he practices diligently. He’s also trying to get into hoop dancing. Embry is very tradish and the others tease him about it

Quil- his mom is teaching him how to bead during the pandemic because there’s not that much else to do. He’s very patient and enjoys beading because of how much focus it takes. He loves helping bead embry’s regalia because it’s his way of showing affection for his friends. He also gives every member of the pack beaded earrings (they all have their ears pierced obvi) for no reason—just leaves them on their front doorstep for them to find later

Seth- he’s the most concerned about covid, and hates when everyone else together. He has holed himself up in his room completely and hasn’t come out for weeks at this point. He assured everyone that he’s fine by looking out the closed window while they stand on his lawn and try to get him to come out. He never does. He passes all his time by watching old tv shows, and he has now watched the entirety of golden girls three times

[omgkalyppso]

It's 1 AM — happy belated birthday Owain! I wrote some owainigo / laslodin ? Intended as being able to be read as an S support for Laslow and Odin. Written to recognize Inigo as bisexual and polyamorous and Owain as a trans man. Vague about Owain's sexuality because he currently has his sights on Inigo only.

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It had been a long time since Laslow had felt like dancing; even recently, he’d wondered if he’d ever want to again, when they’d fallen into Valla and all hope had seemed lost. Yet when Xander had ordered he and Peri enjoy themselves this eve, he’d had a week for his dancer’s garb to be refitted — the clothes he’d arrived in — now matching a soldier’s girth and shoulders. He was not the spritely lad of years past, and wondered whether he looked like a fool.

In the least, the steps were as familiar as breathing, and the melody of the drums was known to his heart, even if the tune wasn’t the same.

His mother — his birth mother, whom he’d only known for such a short time, so much of her dancing was made for battle: relief in victory, love in anticipation, heart in loss. She remembered music of happier times, but those dances hadn’t translated into his tiny feet, so used to the sound of war drums.

He found his dancing riled the spirits of some, who watched or tapped a foot, mimicking a step or two, and Laslow felt further from them than he ever had before.

They were going home. He was going home.

This crowd would only be a memory.

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He wondered where he would find himself: would it really be the world left in relative peace where Grima lay sleeping? Or would his intent send him spiraling far and away to the land of memory, nightmares and blight? Would Owain even wish to leave Nohr? It suited Odin Dark so naturally. He seemed happier as a mage, and through magic, his own and discovered, Owain had even managed to mold his chest into a form that brought him joy and comfort.

Inigo wondered whether Owain would hold any apprehension in sharing this version of himself with old friends and family.

Some would say Owain had no understanding of shame or embarrassment, but they’d never read his stories aloud, or seen him as a young bashful man who knew little and less of how to present himself. Still, Owain had grown, had carved himself and the world around him in ways that had secured their victories as of late.

Inigo knew that it was his own insecurities over returning that truly alarmed him.

Meanwhile Severa knew what she wanted. She always had. Her heart might be large enough to reserve pieces for all who showed her kindness and some manner of discipline, but she could never stay away from Morgan and her parents. Her home was known and waiting.

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The song ended and he shared a soft laugh with his liege, a man whose trust and generosity he was on the cusp of betraying.

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Public celebrations were a favorite of Owain’s. He had learned to handle a crowd, and could often find a group or three to regale with tales of victory, honor and suspense. There were jeers at times, but less when the people were joyous and relieved. Perhaps not all understood the challenges that had weighed upon their liege lords and borders, or their fabric of reality, but they knew strife, and wanted to believe it could be felled by a hero — why shouldn’t he be that.

He’d been shouting over the music for so long, that he’d nearly missed Elise’s voice marveling excitedly, “Hey! Did you know about this? He told me his dancing was a secret.”

While the Xander hushed his sister and they chittered on in silence, Odin Dark also fumbled in his tale, glancing, for a moment, to where Laslow spun daggered discs on his wrists. Owain might have trailed off entirely, and taken the time to watch as much of the performance as possible, whether to jeer or jest or compliment, but Odin had an audience, people who would think him missing or worse in the weeks to come, and so he dove back into an embellishment of the beasts they had defeated. He could watch Inigo dance again. He was sure of it.

.

The tents were relatively empty when the witching hour came to pass. The masses had retreated to the castles and campgrounds, manor houses and taverns where guests and guards were making due. A flutist was speaking with Laslow, a dancer by his side, correcting his posture, of all things. Owain sat on the edge of a fountain, and watched until his friend noticed, as Laslow turned away, red in his cheeks and upon his neck. He stopped their performance swiftly, seemingly assuring the dancer that he would remember to practice. It put a pinch in Owain’s brow, mournful that he’d spurred his friend toward another broken promise.

“You were watching then?” asked Laslow, spinning a ribbing at his side through his hoops so that they would lay at his hip, jingling.

“Even those whose ears I captivated with tales from the saga of Odin Dark, could look nowhere else!” He chuckled as Laslow sat by his side, shifting slightly, as the costume left little protection against the cool damp stone of the fountain. “If only you’d told me, we might have coordinated our performance!”

“I’d make a poor archrival then,” Laslow teased. “If I weren’t stealing your audience.” He stretched, and Odin watched how the bulge of his belly and triceps marked Laslow for his latest manner of fighting — reserved, sturdy, and strong. “And still, not one enraptured lady to request an encore, nor a single suitor to waylay my evening with a flower or three.”

“Only me,” Odin said mournfully, shaking his head.

“Only you,” Laslow agreed, smirking, and he saw how tired Owain was then, and hoped it was his performance, regaling the public with magic and mystery, but he knew it was the war, the ever present ones they’d fought through. He wondered if he would ever feel so comfortable as to compliment his friend, the growing wrinkles at his eyes, the stubble of his beard, the mouthwatering line of muscle revealed by his boastful outfit. He licked his lips. “My vexatious tormentor. Are you headed to sleep?”

Owain saw that the question had two answers. The first was an affirmative, though he would go to his room and stare at the ceiling, perhaps retreat to the library and spend his last few hours in this realm reading more and more of foreign magic as their time grew short. The second was a negative, and perhaps he and Laslow could find somewhere that drink still flowed, and they could pretend to lose themselves in tankards while he made a show of failing to find them dates and he either made a friend of the barman or annoyed him until they were both ejected into the night. However, something inside him overflowed, and Owain found himself seeking to fight the beasts of trepidation and consideration — perhaps he had already won, and it was their blood that had filled him with their ferocious candor as he asked, “Do you know I’m in love with you?”

Laslow’s eyes blinked wide, lashes casting a flickering shadow across his cheekbones.

“Owa—Odin,” he objected. “You can’t—” He huffed, frustrated, taking to his feet. “We fight against each other with every step.” He hid his eyes in his hands and then slowly adjusted his head as he admitted aloud, “I fight against commitment with every breath.”

“When do we not fight towards a common goal — against the forces of darkness, together?” Owain asked with a small smile, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the insides of his spread knees. “My confession need not change anything between us, it certainly doesn’t mean to change anything about you. My affection has grown even as you’ve found joy and rejection with your strings of lovers. And I’ve found that I can love you — that I do,” he swallowed, “love you. I’m saying it too much now.”

“There is nothing consistent in our lives,” Inigo said, sad and distressed. He wrapped his right arm around himself, squeezing at a shoulder, too muscled to feel right going back into his old life, too scarred to hope that wherever they found themselves in two days time that there would be the peace and family he’d hoped for. “I have gone days feeling as though everything around me is temporary, and others believing that this is what is real and it is me who doesn’t belong. We nearly failed. We—”

He hesitated as Owain stood before him, reaching out carefully to take hold of either of his elbows.

“We didn’t,” Owain said, calm and sure.

Time passed. Neither man could say how much. Patiently, Owain did not force an embrace, but he did rest his temple against Inigo’s, rocking his face towards him as he whispered, “And you’ve had some consistencies in your life. And me in mine.”

He waited longer, breathing deeply while his friend calmed in his arms, and then Inigo was lifting his left hand up to Owain’s hip and the mage smiled, letting his hands creep around the small of Inigo’s back, locking them together. “If I declared that I would dedicate my life to you, very little would change … and I think that’s very telling.”

“I feel good, with you,” Inigo murmured, tucking his face into the curve of Owain’s neck, “but my trysts don’t last and you—” he bit his lips, and as they rolled back into place he felt them pout against Owain’s skin, almost a kiss, “you’re too important for me to risk in a bout of bad behavior.”

Owain snickered. “Are you asking me to make sure you don’t grow bored? I think no matter what awaits us after tomorrow, I can promise it will be interesting.” He tossed his head back, and smiled wider as Inigo admired him; it was a wonderfully new feeling. “Do you think Odin Dark would settle for less? That the tale of the Avengers of Righteous Justice would end here?”

“Avengers?” Inigo repeated, pulling away from the embrace.

“I don’t forget my friends,” Owain assured him, but Inigo continued.

“And, really, I rather hoped that my tale might end. In some manner of the word… I want to rest. I want to feel the relief that these people felt, that our parents felt when their journey was over. To find a stage to dance upon, perhaps a student to apprentice while I’m still young enough to perform.”

“Then we will find it,” Owain said with conviction, his hands on Inigo’s shoulders. “A place where Selena can be a tired old general, or an extension of nobility, where our friends are close, and our families closer still, and where I study all the magic that has ever beset us with worry — that of gods, and dragons, and travel between realms—”

“Is this why you sought to be a mage?” Inigo balked, holding the dips at Owain’s elbows.

“All to keep us safe,” Owain said cryptically, blue eyes flickering with withheld words. “I will work tirelessly to make that peaceful realm you dream of, friend.”

“I can’t expect you to vanquish evil on your own,” Inigo said, a measure of wonder on his face. A puff of air passed his lips, joy and shock and hope twisting his lips first in a frown and then in a smile. “Very well then. Together, this time. We’ll start this tale together, as we’ve always been.”

“Then—?” Owain prompted, hopeful.

“Of course,” Inigo assured him, pulling himself into Owain’s space again, this time to plant a kiss on his warm lips. “I’ve loved you too. You need only look to your side — if you truly wish to take me as I am … then you will always find me here.”

[ghosttotheparty]

cotton candy skies always look better in person

(also available on AO3) 

1.

The truth is, none of Jens's friends knows what happens on Thursdays.

They'd stopped pestering him years ago (although they started for a bit again when Aaron joined the group), and it just became accepted as one of his Things, one of his trademarks. Toothpaste, greasy food, and the fact that he fucks off to God-knows-where every Thursday after school are some of the things he's known for within the group.

Not even Robbe knows. Robbe, who knows close to everything about Jens, save for a few things, including what the fuck he does on Thursdays.

It's not that he's ashamed or embarrassed, he's not.

But really, he'd rather his friends see him in a hoodie and on a skateboard than in pink tights, holding on to a barre.

So yeah.

Every Thursday, Jens the skater becomes Jens the ballerina, like some sort of superhero transformation. That's why he declines to hang out with the Broerrrs after school, even if there's the promise of cute girls wherever they plan on going. (Jens never tells them that there are plenty of cute girls where he goes, too.) (Not that he ever actually checks them out; he's too busy keeping track of the music.)

None of the other dancers go to his school, and none of them live in his neighbourhood, so he never worries too much about someone coming up and greeting him when he's out with his friends. Just to take precautions, though, he had told his friends, the few he had at the studio, "If you see me in public, don't greet me," and they'd laughed, but shook his hand as a deal. Thursday dance practise is a secret.

Of course, he didn't only practise on Thursdays. He'd gotten a barre installed in his room when he was fourteen, and coincidentally, that was around the time he'd begun making excuses for his friends not to come over until it became another unspoken agreement: they don't hang out at Jens's. He supposed he could have said it was Lotte's, but that wouldn't have explained it being in his room. He'd decided not to risk anything.

Jens has thought of ways to tell the about the ballet. 1) Just invite them over and when they ask about the barre ("Why do you have one of those ballet things in your room?"), just tell them ("Because I do ballet."). 2) Stage it like a coming out. ("I have to tell you guys something.") (Jens will have to do that too, he figures, eventually, but that's a problem for another day.) 3) Invite them to a recital. Tell them to dress nicely, actually nicely, and tell them where to go at what time. Jens likes this choice the best. It was mysterious, cryptic, maybe a little weird, and maybe he should have them see him actually performing, instead of letting their imaginations wander to little girls in pink slippers and skirts upon hearing the words "I do ballet."

He still hasn't done it, of course. Three recitals have gone past since he came up with the idea, and truth be told, every time he walks out of the theatre, bouquet from his mother in hand, face almost covered in stage makeup, he is absolutely terrified that he'd going to walk into one of them. There's always a text message the night of a performance, an excuse to not chill with them: Sorry, I can't I have to babysit Lotte I'm just gonna take it easy tonight Can't, my mom needs me a heavy pit in his stomach every time, like one of them is going to call him out on his bullshit. But luckily, the recitals weren't on a tight schedule and were spread out enough on the calendar that none of them noticed a pattern.

After practise, he always changed into jeans or sweatpants and a hoodie, his tights and two pairs of slippers stuffed deep in his duffle bag, under an extra hoodie and his water bottle. He knows that even with all evidence of ballet hidden in his bag, it'll still be hard to explain him standing outside a dance studio, talking to people still in dance attire, and carrying a bag if one of his friends (or worse, someone from school who definitely won't keep it a secret) were to see him.

It's rare that he doesn't completely change into street clothes after practice.

But tonight, with Moyo's drunken texts, and everybody's Instagram stories full of flashing lights, plastic cups, and music so loud you can barely understand the lyrics, Jens figures it's safe.

He throws a hoodie over his long-sleeved leotard and runs a hand through his hair absentmindedly before pulling socks on over his tights and slipping on his sneakers. Standing, the hoodie reaches his mid-thigh, and he tugs it down when it hikes up as he pulls his bag over his head. After pulling his pointe slippers on his bag, he makes his way to the exit, putting a thin gold hoop through his ear lobe. He always takes it out before practice, not wanting it to get caught on a girl's tights.

The air is cool outside, enough that he shivers slightly in his thin tights. He scans the sky for a second, admiring the pastel blue and pink, the kind of colours he'd see at a baby shower, before pulling his phone out of his pocket. There's a text from his mother, "On my way," sent a minute beforehand. He runs a hand through his hair again before shoving both hands into the pocket of his hoodie, shrugging the cold off his shoulders.

"Jens!"

He startles at Damien's voice and then makes his way to where he's standing, leaning against the wall of the studio building. Damien is a sweetheart; he'd offered to hide Jens if he sees any of his friends after practice. And he could. Damien is bigger than one would expect a ballerina to be, but the way he picks up the girls in practise and tosses them looks almost effortless.

"Hey." Jens bumps his shoulder against Lena's, who is standing facing Damien.

"Fucker." She turns and hits him, a reaction possibly a little dramatic for his greeting, Jens thought, but he giggles and shoves her hand away anyway.

"All's good?" Jens asks as he holds his hand out to Rosa.

"Yeah, you?" She slaps their palms together and their fingers hook for a second before they both let go.

"Yeah."

This is the four of them: Damien, Lena, Rosa, Jens: a group of assorted souls that only match in the studio.

"You're going out tonight?" Rosa asks Lens, jerking her chin up at her.

"Yeah, what makes you ask?"

Rosa points at her face first, before looking her up and down and pointing at the rest of her. Lena usually didn't put her makeup on, her big, winged eyeliner, black lipstick, and thick, heavy-looking false eyelashes, nor did she get dressed, with her fishnets and all her ripped fabric, after practice, unless she planned on going out.

"Right."

They all laugh, Damien a little too loudly, like always. It's part of his charm.

Jens straightens his back, his arm lifting off of Rosa's shoulder, and stretches, groaning quietly.

"You good? Tough practice?" Damien asks, amused. He was supposed to help Jens stretch today, and he may have pushed him harder than usual.

Jens groans again, lifting his middle finger to Damien, who snickers.

"I'm out of here," Rosa says, looking up from her phone. She blows a stray curl out of her face.

"You don't love us anymore?" Jens asks innocently, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She snorts, digging her fingers into his sides, and he yelps, pushing her back.

"My brother's here, idiot." She kisses Damien's cheek, stretching up as he bends down, and does a handshake with Lena. "See you next week."

They wave as she skips down the sidewalk and gets into a car.

"Damien, you should ask her out," Lena says loudly and flatly as the car drives out of sight. Jens can't help but agree. Damien and Rosa have been dancing around their feelings for each other for years. (Pun intended.)

"She doesn't like me like that," Damien replied, exasperated.

"She just kissed your cheek." Jens looked at him, equally exasperated.

"But-"

"Just do it, dipshit," Lena interrupts, smacking his shoulder.

"If I came here just for you guys to harass me..." He trails off as they laugh and glances at his phone as it buzzes. "Actually, I do have to go, I have to watch my brother tonight."

Lena grunts in disgust and holds her hand out to him. He takes it and lets go, bumping their fists together, before turning to Jens. They do the same.

"Later, buddy." He watches as Damien walks away, his ballet slippers swinging from his bag with every step.

"If they don't figure their shit out soon, I'm gonna come up with a scheme," Lena says after a second.

Jens snorts, elbowing her, and faces forward again. He catches sight of a teenage boy leaning against the wall of the convenience store outside the studio. He must have been hidden by Damien's form because Jens doesn't remember seeing him there before.

For a moment, his heart drops to his stomach in a panic, thinking it's one of the guys or someone from school, but when the boy lifts his head from looking at a camera he's holding, Jens calms, not recognising him.

They make eye contact, Jens and this boy, and Jens feels like his heart rate picks up and slows down at the same time. His eyes are blue, and intense blue, blue like Jens has never seen it, and one of them is covered partially by a lock of curly hair. They stare at each other for so long it's beginning to be weird, even though it doesn't feel weird.

"Is your mom coming to get you?" Lena's voice startles him out of his trance, and he looks at her, breaking his eye contact with the boy.

"Yeah, if she ever comes." He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see if there are any notifications (there are none), feeling the boy's eyes burn into him.

"You know I can always give you a ride home," Lena says, oblivious to the feelings ripping through Jens's body. She holds up the keys to her motorcycle, dangling them between herself and Jens.

"No, thanks," he says. It's suddenly difficult to talk.

"Don't know if you're scared or if that's your 'no friends outside the studio' rude."

"Hm." They narrow their eyes at each other, teasing.

Their staring contest is broken when Lena's phone buzzes, and she fishes it out of her pocket. Jens glances at the boy when she does. He's looking down at his camera.

"Well, you won't be getting a ride anyway, because that's Elsa." She sticks her phone back in her pocket. "I gotta go."

"You love your girlfriend more than me?" Jens feigns hurt.

"Yes."

"Oh, okay." He holds out his hand and they shake, bumping their fists together. She leans in and presses her cheek to his.

"See you next week," he says.

"Bye, babe."

As she walks away, Jens turns to look at the boy with the camera. He's looking at him too, a slight smile on his face. They stare at each other for what feels like both hours and seconds until the boy slowly lifts his camera and points it at Jens. Jens tries to suppress his smile, but can't, and it creeps across his face until he's practically beaming, and the camera flashes. The boy lowers the camera, looking at the screen, and looks back up, flashing Jens a grin and a thumbs-up.

Jens shoots him a wink and looks away as his phone buzzes, pulling it out of his pocket, seeing a text from his mom.

"I see you"

He looks around and catches sight of her car just across the street. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he sends the boy one more smile and makes his way to the car, suddenly self-conscious in his tights as he jogs across the street.

As they drive away, Jens sees the boy look back down at the camera.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #404

“death doesn’t answer when i cried for help”

The person you had the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? I'd be fucking devastated. It wouldn't feel real. Is there something you’re happy about at the moment? A few things. I'm still on that high of my APAP mask working, like I'm actually getting some fucking quality sleep, and I think I'm noticing the effects of my TMS therapy finally, too. My PTSD has most notably been much more bearable, and my interests are beginning to spread again. Do you want someone dead? No. Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? I mean yeah, I think that's pretty normal, even for someone without my issues. Have you ever fed or taken care of a stray animal? Oh, many times. What is something you tend to worry about? My health and future. What is something you do that is unhealthy? Sit at the computer for way too long. I'm absolutely certain my vision is as poor as it is partially because of me endlessly staring at screens. What is something you do that is good for you? I'm not afraid to prioritize my mental health. What last caused you to force a smile? I was watching a Mark video for the first time in a while and was just reminded of how much I love and appreciate that moron. What was the last video game you played? Was it fun? Because you said "video" game, I guess I'll exclude computer ones, in which case I'm pretty sure it was Silent Hill 2. Given it's one of my all-time favorite games, of course I think it's fun. It's one hell of an emotional ride. What is something not many people know about you? The fact I was a dancer for many years would probably surprise people once they have a good idea of me and what I like. What word describes your basic style? Lazy, honestly. I dress for comfort, and given that's usually just pj pants and a tank top... yeah, I don't put much effort into my clothing when I'm going most places. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? She kinda beat around the bush, but yes. Have you ever wanted to kill yourself? On more than one occasion. If yes, what convinced you not to go through with it? Well, I did OD once, but on the other occasions, it was the fear of the unknown that deterred me. Have you ever rejected a guy, only to have him push the issue by asking “why?” and insisting that you just need to get to know him better? Omg no, thank god. I would NOT handle that well. Is there something that you believe everyone should do and you can’t believe that some people don’t do it (e.g., recycle or go to the dentist regularly)? I didn't know 'til a survey question asked it that there are people who don't brush their tongue when brushing their teeth. Like holy shit dude, there are SO many germs on your tongue, clean that shit. Regarding the last good choice (healthy choice, kind choice, selfless choice, etc.) you made, what was your real motivation behind it? Ummmm the nearest that comes to mind is I guess taking my meds? I mean I do that every single day, but it's still a healthy choice for me. The motivation was because I am very serious about doing what I can for my mental wellbeing. What is something that you have had to practice at to get the hang of it? If you can’t think of anything, that’s okay, what’s something you are currently practicing at and trying to master? I really can't think of something for the first half of the question, but I can tell you that right now I'm attempting to force a routine of applying a therapy technique called "opposite action" into my daily life, where you, well, do the exact opposite of what your depression tells you to not do. It is WAY harder than it sounds, but I'm doing it with reading 30 minutes a day! Have you ever gone to the store to buy something, like a video game, when it came out at midnight? Not to my recollection, no. Regarding the last novel you read, was there a romance included? If so, was it central to the plot? The last novel I finished, yes. It wasn't central to the plot. Have you ever done relaxation meditations or listened to relaxation guides or positive-thinking/healing recordings? No, except in therapy when different therapists wanted me to experiment with it during a session. They just don't work for me. Do you have any interests that are also often shared by children? Yeah. Those are the one I'm especially self-conscious about. there something that could be a solitary activity but you really only like to do it with other people (e.g., watching movies, playing video games, etc.)? Watching movies or TV. Are you satisfied with the interior design or decoration in your home? Or do you think it needs a total home makeover? A makeover would be nice... Is there something that you’d like to own but you can’t find it anywhere? If not, can you a remember a time when you wanted something? Did you ever end up finding it or did you eventually stop wanting it? OKAY SO I actually have seen this custom-made once long after deciding I wanted it, but it was RIDICULOUSLY expensive. There's a location in the Silent Hill games called Heaven's Night, and I'd love love LOVE to commission someone to duplicate the neon pink sign of it to hang in my room. Hopefully one day I could still do it. Who makes you smile the most? Probably my cat, honestly. What piercings do you want/have? I've talked about the piercings I have, but I'll talk about those I want. My #1 is absolutely collarbone dermals, but as I've explained a billion times, I want to lose weight so the bones are more prominent for the sake of contrast; you can't really see my collarbones now, so I just think it'd look pretty dumb and random to just have random piercings somewhere around there with no dimension. I also want way more in my ears, dermals in my back dimples also once I've lost weight, my right nostril for the dozenth time (but this time I'll wear a hoop), and while I'd absolutely adore an undereye microdermal as well, it'd be pointless with glasses. :/ What's your favorite website? KM is my pride and joy and really feels like my online home, so despite using sites like YouTube more, that 'ole RP site has to be my fave. Do you own a fish tank with fish? No. I had fish bowls (AWFUL idea) as a kid, but never tanks Do you like the movie 300? Never seen it. Do you pop your knuckles? NOOOOOOOOOOO. I absolutely hate the sound. It makes me cringe and shiver. Do you have Photoshop? Yes. It comes in the Adobe CC photography bundle I have. Do you use tinypic or photobucket? I used Photobucket back in the day. Now I just upload to imgur. What’s your favourite song from the 1980s? You're talking to someone who adores classic rock/metal, haha. How about the 1990s? There are way too many songs to choose from. Have you won anything recently? No. How often do you make Excel tables? What for? Never. What was the last baby animal you saw in the wild? There was a poor fawn as roadkill on the highway recently. :/ Are you always available or online? Preeeetty much. Do you have dietary restrictions? Or do you just eat what you like? I can eat whatever. Do you prefer gold, silver or steel jewelry? Or no jewelry at all? Steel. I'm allergic to silver, and I think steel is more subtle than gold. Have you been binge-watching any shows lately? If so, what? No. If you dye your hair, do you do it yourself or go to a salon? I do it at a salon. If you have any, do you like your in-laws? I don’t have any. Would it bother you, if your partner had cut contact with their parents? If they had a good reason, no. Have you ever wondered whether you were adopted? As a kid I did because I thought Mom was meaner to me than my siblings, lol. What’s the best physical feeling in the entire universe? ........... This question is a setup lmfao. Have you ever grown a berry bush? No. Have you done something new to your hair recently? No. It's been the same for quite a while. I wanna dye it badly. Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medication for it? I'm diagnosed with generalized and social anxiety, so yeah. I take Klonopin once and day and Ativan as needed for attacks. One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? HA, the first thing to come to mind was being noticed by Mark by making a viral (in the community, anyway) gif of he and his doggy. I shit you not, I couldn't sleep for three days lmfao. What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? That I gained fucking seven pounds in two months at my last doctor appointment. I wanted to scream. How often do you have late nights out? Never. I'm a homebody. If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? No. It would absolutely make me less productive. If you had the ability to change the weather, what would you change it to right now? Cool with a nice breeze, mostly clear skies, crisp air... That'd be nice right now. Is there something that you really need to do, but can’t seem to get motivated to do it? I say it all the time: finish decorating my room. It's funny, because I KNOW I'll feel more at home and cozy with my bedroom more personalized. Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? Paranormal Entity. The ending was... a lot. Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? Not that I can think of. .-. I hope I can achieve some... Have you ever had food poisoning? No, thank God. What are you listening to? "The Man Who Made a Monster" by Dance With the Dead. Do you think there will be a WWIII? I find it inevitable at some point down humanity's future. People are too hateful for it not to eventually. Has anyone ever asked you if you were emo? Yeah. Has someone ever liked you that you never thought would? Maybe? Idk. In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Yes, in some instances. Has one of your friend’s boyfriends ever tried to cheat on them with you? Yes, when I was around 12. And I let it happen. It's one of my biggest regrets. Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? Of course it is. Emotional abuse can cut just as deep as some physical blows, or even deeper. Do you shop at Sephora for make-up? No. Zelda: Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I'm actually not into TLoZ. Do you own a rosary? I did as a kid growing up in a Catholic Sunday school. If you were homeless, how would you cope? If I had no loved ones in my life and no sign of things getting better, I'm honestly preeetty sure I'd end my life.