#there definitely are more images than this this is just my selection smiles

[rpfisfine]

an artist

[tarotofhope]

PAC: Romantic Messages from your Lover ♡♡

(Please Read My Pinned post *IMPORTANT NOTE* before selecting a Pile)

Pick an Image by meditating and selecting the image you feel called to. You can be attracted towards more than 1 image. If you are not able to select maybe this reading isn't for you.

៶Pile 1៸

You’re Whiskey in a Teacup.

“You want me?” I giggled at his bewildered expression. - “That’s what I’m saying”. He paused a moment. - “How - but what did I do?” - “I don’t know....I just think we’d be a good US”. He smiled slowly. “We’d be a wonderful us”.

“Forgive me for the things I did but mostly for the things I did not”.

“In the future...if by some miracle you ever find yourself in a position to love again- fall in love with me”.

I’m okay with your history. It made you who you are. And I happen to be in love with who you are.

Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most - You are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love.

Your lover thinks that you're unattainable or very far from their reach. They think it is a tough connection which will require a lot of efforts and they do not want to lose you. You scare them. They also think that if you don't like the way they approach you, you'll think they're a creep. So, they keep their distance and stare from far away. If you're already in a relationship with this person, this could've happened in the beginning. They think you're a nice blend of modern and traditional. There is something that you keep hidden but when they get to know it, they will be amazed by you and your abilities. They want you to recognise them and love them and feel as much as they feel for you, listen to their unspoken words. They love you for all that you are and all that you've been.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

៶Pile 2៸

“Missing you comes in waves. Tonight I’m drowning”.

“Chances are, I’ll never get a moment like this again, so here’s everything I ever wanted to tell you. No one has ever gotten me like you; I’ve never found anyone who makes me laugh like you. You’re the one person who I can honestly see myself happy with; the definition of love to me is you”.

And one day, She took off her specs. Her eyes got blurred and mine never felt so focused.

God...You’re actually crazy. I love it.

“The thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

That is the problem. If she wanted to dance, I would let her wreck the furniture. If she wanted to cook, I would let her burn down the house and if she wanted to scream, I would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.

They think you're smart, cool and confident. You make them laugh, you might have a great sense of humour. They also think that you carry yourself very well and you're an all-rounder. You might be creative and good at different kinds of indoor and outdoor activities. You both could be in a long distance relationship or you guys don't get to hang out much because of work or any other reason. You might have a good physique and they really like it. You might also be good at cooking or dancing(your body could either be very stiff or very flexible). Again, like pile 1, this person expresses very less than how they actually feel. They might be a listener and you might be talkative. They love late night deep conversations with you.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

៶Pile 3៸

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay. - Khalil Gibran

“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known and even that is an understatement”. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I like to think of your silence as the love letters you will not write me.

Off topic but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

If tomorrow starts without me, I hope it starts with you. You see, there is a little of us in ourselves, and more of me in you. So if tomorrow starts without me, I’m not dead. I’m just seeing life differently - through you. - Temitaya_zeblon

Anyone who cares about you has to realize that you need a little looking after, nothing else really matters.

I sense a lot of grief in this pile and also a lot of selflessness. They are your well wisher and they think so highly of you. They wish to see you having great achievements and happiness. They are your biggest cheerleader. They think it's so easy to love and understand you, you're just so simple, so self-satisfied. They love your silence and shyness. You might be a hopeless romantic but you don't express much through words. This person also wants to let you know that they've got your back and they wish the world for you. They might have already made up scenarios in their head, as to what may or may not come ahead in the future, but if something bad happens, they want you to carry on positively and happily. There might be someone here who lost their partner, this person wants to see the world through your eyes, so they want you to put your chin up and smile.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

៶Pile 4៸

I will choose you. Even on the days we don’t understand each other.

He is even better than books. -Fiction has nothing on you.

I wasn’t fooled. I knew you at once.

You’re so special. i hope you know that. Like the universe took it’s time with you.

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first” Bullsh#t. I have never loved myself. But you...Oh God, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like”.

“What’s special about her?”.....“Nothing is special without her”.

You must be someone really special to this person. Your guys' relationship is a roller-coaster ride and you guys never fail to communicate on matters, so it's like, you always come up with a solution together, to somehow figure things out between you rather than going for comfort elsewhere. I'm getting Justin Bieber ft. Big Sean's As Long As You Love Me, the lines where the rap part says

'You're the one that I argue with, feel like I need a new girl to be bothered with, but the grass ain't always greener on the other side, it's greener where you water it, so I know, we got issues baby, true true true but I rather work on this with you than to go ahead and start with someone new.'

You guys can't live without each other, you both think that only the other person can handle you and nobody else. You just know each other so well. You guys' love trope might be friends to lovers.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

៶Pile 5៸

I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we. -Nikita Gill

“You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known and even that is an understatement”. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I wasn’t fooled. I knew you at once.

I have two sides: Clown(Intentional) and Clown(Unintentional).

“I’m tough,” I whisper. He nods. “I know you are.”....“I can take care of myself.”....“You have,” he says. “ You still do. You always will. I’ve just joined in, too. Now we take care of each other.”

“I don’t want you to fall in love with me, because we fall by accident. I want you to walk towards me, and then sprint towards me, all on purpose, I wanted you to love me on purpose.”

You guys are very different from each other. One is quiet or shy while the other one is full of humor and confidence. You guys just click. Opposites attract. One completes the other. You guys have so much respect for each other. This might be a love at first sight situation for a few of you while for the others of you, you got along well really quickly with each other. The one who is shy or quiet could be the unintentionally funny one(especially when they open up) while the other one is effortlessly funny and is a pro at it. There's a lot of light-hearted energy in this pile. You both are mature but in your own ways. You might think you don't need anyone but you know that your heart needs this person. You might have been through a lot of struggles and you think you'll always be okay being alone, but no, it's not going to feel right everytime. You've always craved this kind of company, deep in your heart. So, when this person comes along, keep them.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

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[superfam]

THE SUPERMAN STARTER READING LIST

SO – you want to read Superman comics, but you’re intimidated by the near-century of history this character has. Or, you’ve read a few comics with him, but you want to go back to the basics to understand his character and the mythology surrounding him. There are so many continuities, origin stories, and standalones – where do you start? Well…

[Image ID: a cropped edit of the Superman ‘78 #3 variant cover by Lee Weeks, showing Lois Lane sitting on the letters of the Daily Planet globe, and Clark flying above her in his Superman costume, reaching out to take her hand. Hand-written next to them is: "THE SUPERMAN STARTER READING LIST", and hand-written in the bottom right corner is: "by MYTHIC / superfam.tumblr.com". End ID.]

This list isn’t intended to be a full, comprehensive guide to Superman’s decades of history, but a curated taster of Clark Kent in the comics medium. It aims to show you a variety of interpretations from different authors of different contexts, but with the broad goal of helping newcomers understand the heart of the character. Not every comic is able to sum up all aspects of Superman, and some could be argued to miss certain points, but each one has been selected for this list for the goal of conveying the history and breadth of his interpretations.

It’s intended to be accessible to both long-dedicated comics fans and people who are new to the DC universe, or even the medium as a whole. As such, new fans are welcome to enjoy each story as a standalone interpretation.

Please understand that this list is built from my own experience with the character, and I don’t claim it to be better or worse than any other – it’s just one way to approach his history. Essentially, I’m attempting to create the sort of list I wish I had access to when first reading Superman comics. I highly encourage the reader to form their own interpretations of each work.

With all that out of the way, please enjoy!

[Image ID: An edit of Gary Frank's artwork from Superman: Secret Origin. A slightly battered Clark in his Superman outfit embraces Jimmy with his right arm and Lois with his left. All three are smiling. The background, which depicts a disaster scene and a defeated Lex Luthor chained to a building, is covered in a translucent blue overlay. Hand-written next to Clark is: "ORIGINS". End ID.]

SUPERMAN: SECRET ORIGIN #1-6 (2009-2010) Geoff Johns & Gary Frank

Just a couple years before the 2011 reboot of the DC Universe, a new definitive origin story was created for a Superman post-Infinite Crisis (a major event which had changed the status quo of the multiverse).

Secret Origin is only six issues long, and a great, efficient introduction to Clark Kent and Superman. It focuses on telling Clark’s origins from his own perspective, as a hero but also simply as a person. It also does a good job of setting up important supporting characters including Lois, Jimmy, Perry, and Lex.

SUPERMAN: BIRTHRIGHT #1-12 (2003-2004) Mark Waid, Leinil Francis Yu & Gerry Alanguilan

Though replaced by Secret Origin only a few years later, Birthright was written as the definitive origin story to overwrite Byrne’s 1986 reboot of the character. It was intended to bring Superman into the new century, and be more consistent with his modern interpretations. It is also influenced by the popularity of the TV series Smallville.

Birthright is longer and covers aspects of the Superman mythos in further depth, including dynamics between Clark, Lex, and the city of Metropolis, kryptonite, and Krypton in general. Due to its extended length, it also covers more on Clark’s relationship with his powers and heritage.

I highly recommend reading both modern preboot origins to experience different interpretations with different influences and intentions, even only a few years apart.

[Image ID: An edit of Tim Sale's artwork from Superman: For All Seasons. On the right, Clark lies on his bed, looking to the left with a wistful expression and with a hand on his dog curled up next to him. The background, which is his cluttered bedroom in Smallville, is overlaid with translucent grey. Hand-written to the left of Clark is: "INTROSPECTION". End ID.]

SUPERMAN SMASHES THE KLAN #1-3 (2019) Gene Luen Yang & Gurihiru

This standalone story is set in 1946, and primarily draws upon the Golden and Silver Ages as inspiration. It’s an adaptation of an episode of The Adventures of Superman radio series, “The Clan of the Fiery Cross”, which famously dealt a major hit to the KKK’s operations in America by influencing public perceptions.

The story follows Clark as well as siblings Roberta and Tommy, two Chinese-American kids who have recently moved to the Metropolis suburbs, as they uncover and fight a local chapter of the KKK. The story explores themes of immigrant identity and self-acceptance in Clark and the kids’ narratives – it presents important concepts from Superman’s history, straight from the heart of his character, in a really effective way.

SUPERMAN: FOR ALL SEASONS #1-4 (1998) Jeph Loeb & Tim Sale

This miniseries has four issues, each corresponding to a season and narrated by an important person in Clark’s life (in order: Jonathan ‘Pa’ Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang). Tim Sale’s beautifully detailed and expressive art captures the complex emotions drawn out by having your life touched by Clark Kent, which works really well with the personal, confessional style of the narration. It’s a very intimate work.

It’s a great insight into both the triumphs and very personal struggles of Clark through the inner voices of some of the most important people in his life, and captures what makes his character work really well.

FOR THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING (SUPERMAN (1939) ANNUAL #11) (1985) Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons

This is a single-issue annual from right before the DC universe was rebooted, and (unsurprisingly for Moore) explores some philosophical and ideological questions regarding the Man of Steel. On his ‘birthday’, Superman falls prey to an alien organism called The Black Mercy, which feeds on its victims while keeping them complacent with vivid hallucinations of their greatest desires. Clark hallucinates a still-living Krypton, which he is a part of – but perhaps not everything is perfect.

SUPERMAN: BRAINIAC (ACTION COMICS #866-870) (2008) Geoff Johns & Gary Frank

Before retelling Superman’s beginnings in Secret Origin, Johns and Frank collaborated on this story arc which massively changes the status quo, partially by reintroducing a variety of pre-Crisis concepts including the original Brainiac and the bottled city Kandor. If you liked Secret Origin, you’ll probably like this one.

As this is our first story arc rather than self-contained story, it has more references to the ongoing continuity but is still easy enough to understand without that context. This story also prominently features Kara Zor-El as Supergirl and expands on some cosmic lore and Krypton in general.

SUPERMAN: UP IN THE SKY #1-6 (2019-2020) Tom King & Andy Kubert

This is an accessible, self-contained exploration of the extent of Superman’s moral fibre, following Clark as he attempts to save a single girl who was abducted from Earth and taken into space. It’s quite abstract at points with the questions it asks about themes of compassion and commitment, which I think is conveyed particularly well in the panelling and artwork.

[Image ID: An edit of Frank Quitely's artwork from All Star Superman. Clark in his Superman outfit is flying with his arms outstretched. The top half of his face is cut off. The background is an abstract depiction of the heart of the sun, and has been overlaid with a translucent orange. Handwritten beneath Clark is: "INTERPRETING AND RE-INTERPRETING". End ID.]

THE K-METAL FROM KRYPTON (drafted 1940, restored 2004-2011) Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster Studio

The K-Metal from Krypton is an unpublished and unfinished comic from 1940, written by Superman creator Jerry Siegel, and drafted by the studio of the other Superman creator, Joe Shuster. After being lost for decades, the story has slowly been recovered and restored by Superman fans.

Though this one is much more unconventional than the other items on the list, I think it’s extremely important to Superman’s history and generally understanding him as a character. It comes from a time when creative control of their character was being taken from Siegel and Shuster, and though it is unknown why this story was unpublished, that’s a major point of context to keep in mind.

This draft sets up the predecessor to kryptonite in the Superman comics – “K-Metal” – and also contains a scene where Clark reveals his identity to Lois, and they agree to be partners in helping others. This is a major departure from the status quo of Clark keeping his secret from Lois as she tries to uncover it, which would continue for the rest of the Golden and Silver Ages.

The restoration effort can be read online: http://theages.superman.nu/k-metal/splash.php

THE MAN OF STEEL #1-6 (1986) John Byrne & Dick Giordano

This limited series is the immediate post-Crisis origin story and reinvention of Superman. It wasn’t put in the Origins section because I think from a modern perspective it shouldn’t be an introduction to Clark, but rather something you read to understand the history of his character.

It originated major changes in the Superman mythology, some of which have become instilled in it (such as Lex Luthor and Lois Lane’s modern characterisations), and others which have been forgotten or discarded.

One major thing is the great effort this origin made to make Clark American over being Kryptonian… Byrne has expressed great distaste of portrayals of Superman which emphasise his immigrant identity, and that should be kept in mind while critically reading this work.

ALL-STAR SUPERMAN #1-12 (2005-2008) Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely

Arguably the most critically acclaimed Superman comic, this has been saved for late in the list as I believe it’s enhanced with more context of and experience with Clark. This is a series which explores the nature of storytelling and legacy, which was created with the aim of creating a timeless Superman story.

When Superman learns he will soon die, what does he reflect on? What does he change? This is heavily inspired by, and is a love letter to, Silver Age Superman.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE MAN OF TOMORROW? (SUPERMAN #423 & ACTION COMICS #583) (1986) Alan Moore, Curt Swan & George Pérez

Written in the wake of Crisis on Infinite Earths, this is another story about Superman ‘dying’, and is essentially a great mediation on and send-off to the Silver Age incarnation of the character. It refers to itself as an “imaginary” story, and can be seen as one concrete ending for this version of Clark Kent and the rest of the Superman characters, in a medium with few.

It can be found in a collection with For the Man Who Has Everything.

SUPERMAN: RED AND BLUE #1-6 (2021) Various

To finish off our starter reading list, let’s move from Superman’s end to his future. This is an anthology of short stories from various authors and artists, exploring a spread of visions of the Man of Tomorrow.

I think it’s an appropriate end for this starter exploration of Clark Kent’s many interpretations! As with all anthologies, it has its ups and downs in quality, but as a whole I truly believe it captures the heart of this character.

Thank you for reading all this way. I really hope this reading list helps you delve into the character of Superman and inspires you to read further beyond what I’ve suggested here.

Most of all, I hope it helps at least some people grow to love Clark Kent as much as I have.

A PDF version of this reading list is available here.

[totowlff]

a thirsty tuesday

➝ producing content for mercedes' social media is always a challenge, especially given the demand. however, having a desired boss is always a good asset.

➝ word count: 1,8k

➝ warnings: implied sexual acts, a lot of second-hand embarassment, boss-employee dynamics

➝ author’s note: well, it's been a long time since i was last here. unfortunately, i didn't have more time to dedicate myself the way i would like to my stories. however, i feel stronger and safer to come back here and continue writing. i hope you still want to read it.

— Y/N, this is completely ridiculous — Toto said, looking up from the sheet in his hand towards your face. His expression was serious, skepticism written in the way he raised his eyebrows at you.

You gave a smile, feeling a little embarrassed to be presenting that content idea to him. After recording a video analyzing the most striking images of the ten years he was at the head of the team, the idea was that he would react to some tweets that the marketing team had selected.

In this case, you.

— That's what our audience cares about, Toto.

— Are you serious? They want to see me reading — he hesitated, looking down at the paper again — Thirsty tweets?

— Sure, why do you think I would suggest that?

Toto sighed. He was definitely upset.

— I could fire you, you know? — the team principal murmured, the shadow of a smile on his face.

— You would never do that — you replied, full of confidence.

 — How can you be so sure?

— Because, without me, you only speak bullshit.

He laughed. That was an indisputable fact: without you by his side, Toto simply lost his filters, especially in front of the microphones. The images of you elbowing the team principal in the arm when he started a sentence that would probably generate thousands of clicks on specialized sites, as well as rude responses from other team bosses.

— Okay, you got a good point — Toto said, crossing his arms. Your eyes flickered for a few seconds to the veins that were prominent over his skin, before looking into his brown eyes again.

— So, let’s do it?

— Yeah. But if you have any bullshit…

— Toto, anything that isn't business or lap times is classified as bullshit for you.

— Well, bigger bullshit. I don't want my kids to see this and think I'm weird.

— It's easier for them to think the people who wrote these stuff weird — you muttered, as you took the sheet from his hand. Toto raised a suspicious eyebrow.

— Now I'm really worried about doing this, Y/N.

— It's going to be alright, now, sit there and just be a lovely person.

— I'm always a lovely person.

— Yeah, Christian Horner agrees with you — you said, laughing, as you walked to Stephen's side, who looked less than pleased with the camera angle. After requesting changes and having Toto sit on a bench so that half of his head wasn't cut off in the image, you handed over the sheets of printed tweets, asking him not to peek at the tweets.

— What if I peek?

— You’ll ruin everyone's recording day — you replied.

— That would be a shame — he muttered, giving her a mischievous little smile.

— Indeed. But I'm sure you'll be a good boy.

You had the impression that Toto had blushed, but you didn't have time to point that out before Stephen asked you to leave the set to start filming. After a few more instructions, he signaled that he was recording.

— Hi, I'm Toto Wolff and today, I'm going to read… What is it again?

— Thirsty tweets — you said, rolling your eyes.

— Oh yeah, thirsty tweets — he said, grinning at the camera. The image caused something strange to spread inside your chest.

After repeating the take twice more, Toto finally caught the first tweet, reading it silently for a few seconds, eyes widening.

— Out loud, Toto.

— I'm not going to read this, Y/N.

— You will — you yelled, from behind the camera.

— But it's ridiculous — he exclaimed.

— You said you'd read it, you'll read it.

Sighing, the team principal paused for a few seconds before reading what was on the sheet.

— "I don't even know how, but I want to suck Toto Wolff's arms".

— What do you think?

— Well, ridiculous.

— People like your arms — you said — Doesn't it make you happy?

— They’re arms.

— But they are pretty arms.

He blinked.

— Do you think my arms are pretty? — Toto questioned.

Your face heated up. You definitely weren't ready for that question.

— Doesn't matter, go to the next one.

He chuckled before looking down at the sheet in his hands.

— “Toto Wolff could come up to me, punch me in the face for any reason and, honestly, I would probably apologize to him” — Toto read, looking up at you — Well, I would never hit anyone, so I'm really sorry.

— Not even if they asked? — you asked in a teasing tone.

— I'm too polite a man for that.

— Too bad — you laughed — Next.

— “I would call Toto Wolff daddy in front of my own dad”. I just hope my kids never do this, it must be extremely embarrassing.

You couldn't hold back a laugh at that comment.

— I thought you didn't want them to watch this video.

— And they won't watch it, I'm sure of it — Toto replied, laughing — Imagine them watching their father reading things like “I'd let Toto break my back like a glowstick”?

— I would think it's cool. In fact, I'm thinking it's cool.

— Of course you do, you chose these tweets.

— Could you go on? — you asked, making him move on to the next sheet.

— “Me: I watch Drive To Survive for the content. The content: Toto Wolff”. We can't deny that I bring content to this series, can we?

— So much content that I spent almost a month listening to people asking me to change my car if I had a problem with it.

— Did Checo say it was fucked? — he asked with a mischievous smile.

— I think I'm going to have to speak to my drivers about that — you replied, chuckling — Go on to the next one.

— “I want my juice box to be Toto Wolff's new pillow” — he read, raising an eyebrow — But what's a juice box?

— Vagina — Stephen muttered, before realizing everyone was staring at him, Toto with a particularly shocked expression — What? I lived in the States, they say that, is a slang.

— Okay, I really didn't expect that — the team principal muttered — Did you know that, Y/N?

— No — you replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Of course you knew what it meant, you weren't an idiot. Besides, you knew it was going to surprise him. You just didn't expect him to look so shocked — But, are you surprised?

— I didn't expect something so — Toto hesitated for a few seconds — Explicit.

— Then you'll love the next ones.

Passing the sheet, you noticed the team principal's face turn red.

— Y/N, I can't say that.

— You can, I checked with our legal team.

— Y/N…

— Read it now.

— “I want Toto Wolff to destroy my insides” — he said, before looking up at you — This is awful.

— Well, it's what you do to them.

Toto stared at the sheet for a few seconds.

— I'm feeling flattered right now — he said, in a sort of sarcastic way.

The film crew erupted in laughter as the team boss looked at you, who shook your head.

— Well, let's go on — he said, moving on to the next page — "Toto Wolff is so hot, I want to have his babies”. Unfortunately it won't be possible, I stopped at the second one. But if I may say so, both my children are very beautiful so I take great pride in that.

— Actually, Rosi is adorable.

— Thanks to her mom's genes — Toto answered you, before moving on to the next tweet — “My sexuality is Toto Wolff”. I'm pretty sure there's no TW in the LGBTQIA+ acronym, but…

— Maybe it's been updated? — you suggested.

— I need to talk to the Racing Pride people about this — he said, smiling — Well, I think that's the last one, “The best part of working at Mercedes is saying 'yes, sir' to Toto. I will not elaborate”.

You couldn't help but smile when he looked up at you.

— I believe there are other advantages to working at Mercedes, but I pride myself on being a good boss — Toto said, before ending the video with one of those smiles that made your chest warm.

While the crew set up the studio for the recording with Lewis, which would take place in half an hour, you and Toto headed back to his office. The team leader had already removed the microphone that was attached to his shirt and was reading something intently on the phone before handing it to you. Inside the room, he walked around the pale wood table and stopped beside the chair.

— It was kind of fun recording — Toto said, bringing his hands to his chest and undoing the top button of his shirt — I thought this thirsty tweets thing was going to be a lot worse.

Your eyes dropped to his fingers, which deftly parted the shirt, revealing the firm muscles beneath.

— Well, I'm glad you like it — you managed to reply, your mouth dry as the fabric slid down his arms. You had seen him topless before, but the feeling was always the same. The heat in your face, the tingling in your belly, the heavier heartbeat in your chest.

— But, I have a question about a thing — he continued, grabbing the baby blue shirt he was wearing before the shoot and putting it on — That last tweet…

— Yeah?

— Did you write it?

You swallowed hard.

— All tweets were posted by real users, Toto…

— But the last one is yours.

— Of course not…

— Y/N, you know I follow you, right?

You blinked, staring at the team leader in disbelief.

— You don’t have…

— Yes I do. I use it to observe things, see what people are saying, these things — Toto replied, while closing the last buttons of his shirt — I follow Lewis, George, Mick, Jonathan from engineering, Kawka and I followed your account recently. I recognized the profile picture even though it was blurry on the printed sheet.

— I apologize profusely about this, Toto…

He laughed.

— No problem, Y/N…

— It's completely inappropriate to say that kind of thing on the internet, and what's more, considering you read…

— Y/N, it's okay — he cut her off as he put on his blazer — You seem like a lot of fun outside the office.

— You think so?

  I do. Although I have a question about that tweet.

— What would it be?

— Would you mind elaborating on why that's the best part of your job?

You felt your cheeks heat up.

— Is like I’ve said, I won't elaborate, Toto.

— Not even at dinner this Friday?

Your mind short-circuited, your mouth opening slightly.

You were sure this was a hallucination.

— Are you asking me out?

— Yeah — he replied, his voice full of confidence — What do you think?

“Yes, say yes, yes!”, someone screamed in the back of your mind, while you stared at him.

— With a condition.

— Which is?

— No pizza — you said — Every time we have dinner, you insist on having pizza and still complain about my order.

— Of course, you like that atrocity with pineapple…

— Just don't eat.

— It's still disgusting, Y/N — he said — But, okay, no pizza. Do you accept?

— Yeah, sure — you answered, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

[jymwahuwu]

So I came up with this conclusion after analyzing jingrenheng trio in your writing, which include unconventional darlings that might suit them.

Dan Feng: I honestly can see a scholar!darling suiting him. Historical-wise the women around Chinese emperors were more than pretty faces, they're smart because the selection requires virtue and knowledge of philosophies as well. So a scholar darling will be good for his image, and you're also less likely to be bullied by high-ranking vidyadharas because you're educated. It's also more likely that Dan Feng will listen to your input because of your education, but he's the one making the final decision duh.

Blade: I've seen Blade with darling who are on the victim side, like him kidnapping Dan Heng's darling and so on. But considering how he's a Stellaron Hunter I can see him with a darling who's powerful BUT is seen as a weapon by people. As in powerful enough to destroy but doesn't exactly rebel a lot; being used to be directed by powerful people. Maybe you're a powerful thing fully controlled by a planet's government that the Stellaron Hunters happened to have a mission on and Kafka offered for you to join the hunters because your powers are too good to waste.

Jingyuan: I've also seen Jingyuan with a darling who's more vulnerable than him, so how about a darling who's a financially powerful ally to him? Imagine that during a long expedition to defeat barbaric enemies that are a threat to the Luofu, one of the stops was this planet under the Luofu enemies' occupation; your planet. You, knowing how barbaric those enemies were and how the weaker cloud knights would definitely be brutally harmed took in a lot of members of the cloud knights inside your estate. That also included an injured Jingyuan. So this kind of darling has the upper hand because Jingyuan owed her the lives of the cloud knights, he can't just do as he likes.

never thought that someone would use the word "analysis" for my hsr stuff, thank you very much!! these are indeed the types of readers I have not considered👀

Dan Feng: If you were a scholar before you met him, Dan Feng would have heard about your reputation from people. Dancing on the path of "Erudition", you pursue knowledge and strategy. Maybe you’ve published some research?

Dan Feng is just traditional, which definitely does not mean that he cannot accept his spouse being smart and accomplished. He appreciates your wisdom and discusses history, culture, and Aeons with you. It's like discovering a treasure, he always finds surprises. In this case, Dan Feng respects your opinion and imagines how smart the dragon cub will be.

Blade: The companion type Darling is an equal to Blade. He is the type of person who respects his companions. Even in a state of mental breakdown, Blade could observe Kafka's sadness. From his first comment on Kafka, we can tell that Blade has a soft and gentle heart.

"Listen, Bladie, loosen up." "Listen, don't think about anything at all." He nodded. The woman walked to his side, smiling. Yet he thought her smile looked very sad. "Maybe someone left her before they could listen to everything she had to say," he thought.

But if you have been abused as a "weapon" before, Blade will treat you more gently and carefully. If those who have abused you are not on the script, Blade will support some… more extreme plans to destroy those people.

Jing Yuan: 😹Oh, you can see what a painful experience this is for Jing Yuan. He is grateful to you for saving those Cloud Knights and for being an ally. You are too sweet for him. General sometimes wanted to pull you into his lap, but those favors stopped him. He can't do this to you…at least not yet. That would be very ungrateful of him. He's pursuing you in a decent way - you might think it's still too pushy though.

[aingeal98]

hiii i consider u a cass expert and since this has been eating at my brain for a few years at this point; do you have any thoughts on the way cain's poor excuse for parenting impacted cass on more of a cognitive/developmental level? like children need stimuli of all kind that she clearly didnt get even outside of literacy and social interaction and i think its super interesting to explore how cass has complicated relationships with things most people take for granted (like... did cain allow her to have any toys? to play any games other than the "two for flinching" thing? does she struggle with the fine motor skill needed for writing bc she really didnt have smth similar? omg is she ok?? i want to peel her like an onion so badly) sorry for brain vomiting over here i have thoughts and feelings about cass cain and its incurable

Anon you've come to the right place for incurable thoughts and feelings about Cassandra Cain! And you raise such a good point like there's no way Cain's abuse didn't leave her with more than just aphasia, illiteracy, cptsd, all the emotional issues... OK well he left her with a lot of stuff but still! You're definitely right that there's more. I'm no expert but one thing I know how to do is ramble about Cass, so:

In flashbacks we see young Cass doing a jigsaw of a rose in the dojo Cain's raising her in, which makes me think he did want to find ways to make sure her cognitive skills functioned even without words. Of course this is just me theorising but in terms of toys I think he would have carefully selected things that would stimulate her brain and improve her motor skills even without reading and writing. The image of David Cain carefully buying Jenga and Operation and making sure all the packaging with words on it never reaches Cass is now permenantly stuck in my head so thank you for that.

I do think she was definitely deprived of a lot though, and things like the jigsaw were clearly meant to be filler stuff for her before the actual fun games like "getting shot and dodging the next few bullets". I don't think Cain would have ever wanted Cass to be relaxed and comfortable enough to actually fully enjoy playing with toys, you know? If she was actually able to find things like jigsaws meaningful and fulfilling then his conditioning of her to associate getting shot with "fun game of dodgeball" wouldn't have been as successful. Cass may not have liked two for flinching but she did love the fighting and the dodging. Any thoughts of "why am I in pain when I could just be playing Jenga" would have never been allowed enter Cass's head. Which would be easy enough because (understandably so given the isolation) Cass looked up to Cain and got joy and fulfilment from seeing him smile. He doesn't care if she finished the jigsaw other than getting angry/worried if she fails. Whereas being able to assemble and break apart a gun while blind makes him light up with happiness/pride. So naturally, even with Cain making sure her brain isn't TOO different for her not to be able to function as the perfect weapon, she would still be deprived of important cognitive skills and stimuli.

The writing specific fine motor skills would definitely be impacted imo because while her training makes sure her hands can work a massive variety of weapons and probably permenantly injure a man in multiple places with each finger, writing is such a specific task that only comes naturally to us because we learned it so young. It can be learned later in life of course but the natural act of holding a pen and writing would feel so alien to Cass. And that's before you factor in her dyslexia like no wonder we only saw her pick up a pen once 😭 Cass being able to write the alphabet with any sort of ease and lack of intense focus would be a massive accomplishment given David Cain's fuckery.

And just in general being so isolated for most of her childhood would have impacted her brain so badly like even without the autism Cass must have been in overstimulated sensory hell after leaving Cain. So many voices talking, which she'd never heard before. So many smells and sounds and new textures and sights that are too intense for her eyes to handle. She missed out on an entire world and only got to start experiencing it when she was 8, that's got to have a longterm impact. I think as well as autism Bruce and Barbara had her tested for adhd due to all the symptoms she displayed. Doctors aren't clear if she actually has it or if its something different brought on by her upbringing. She spent nine years homeless and travelling so she's more adjusted than she was at the start but there's still times that the whole world just goes blurry and whoops panic attack time need to find an empty place and hide.

I'll stop here so I don't rant forever but thank you for giving me the chance to yell about head. canons and theories. Cass is indeed the most fascinating onion, and the layers are endless. Feel free to rant in my inbox whenever you want I love hearing other people's thoughts on her!

[albywritesfiction]

Will MC's gender play a role in Ædan leaving them for Helene? Like the kingdom preferring Helene if MC is a man? Obviously, not so much since they were engaged before, but will Helene's ability to "naturally" continue the royal bloodline* affect on why they all seem very happy Ædan left MC for Helene?

* assuming MC is also not a transman who wants to give birth in this scenario, which isn't something the public would be privy to, naturally

Or is it just a matter of "MC isn't politically and socislly powerful but Helene is so that's why she is the superior option for marriage"?

Also I am so taking the BFF route— I have no intentions of getting involved in any more court shenanigans!! Or at least, not as much as I would on the Brother's route. Plus not interested in being accused to get my claws in the other brother since I "missed" the big fish!! I wish your royal uglinesses much happiness or whatever. May you implode.

So excited for the story!! 🥰

Hello Anon!

I had actually gone through similar questions about MC’s gender in my head prior to sticking with the decision to have them be selectable which resulted in a lot of people asking if I was okay whenever they caught me staring at nothing 😅

The answer is no, MC’s gender was not a factor as to why the people love Helene and seem to prefer her over MC. 

(Lengthy explanation below the cut)

With regards to being “naturally” able to continue the royal bloodline, the citizens of their kingdom don’t take as much issue with it in MC’s generation since the people of their world have already developed a process similar to in vitro fertilization with significant advancements in the field (thanks to the existence of magic) to have DNA from both parents in a same-sex couple be present in the child; thus, the child would have three biological parents. This has been a widely accepted form of assisted reproductive technology throughout the continent that the kingdom is located in since the current king’s youth, though it was made legal in Aurelia only only recently because the previous king did not support it (and the old old man was a tyrant). Of course, there are still some people who possess a similar mindset to the previous king and oppose those who go against tradition, but thankfully, those people are few and far in between.

With regards to political standing, MC is the much better candidate as they are the only child of a duke. But MC’s father is not just any duke; the ducal House Argentius has long been the Sword and Shield of Aurelia. Note that their allegiance lies with the kingdom and not its rulers; the marriage between MC and Ædan would have been symbolic of the trust that House Argentius had placed in Ædan as the future king to lead the kingdom with his people as his utmost priority. 

With regards to social power, however, Helene has rapidly outshined MC due to her image as the Saintess, the living symbol of the gods’ love for the people. She has been healing people with a demure smile and incredible divine power before she was even ten years old; it’s why many believe that she was a blessing sent by the gods to take care of their beloved people, and what better position could she be in to do that than as a queen? Helene also grew up in an abbey on the outskirts of the capital among other ordinary folk, so majority of the people see themselves in her through their shared background and end up rooting for her as she rises from an orphan to a princess. Helene is the people’s Cinderella who they live vicariously through.

With all that said, the people’s perspective wasn’t really a deciding factor in the dissolution of the engagement between Ædan and MC (which Ædan did all by himself by suddenly announcing it out of nowhere). In fact, Ædan’s reasoning was extremely, infuriatingly simple: he loved Helene, not MC.

So. Yeah. 

Definitely recommend Cyfrin’s route if you don’t want to deal with more of Ædan’s bullshit.

(“I wish your royal uglinesses much happiness or whatever. May you implode,” makes me laugh every time I read it thank you for that 😂)

[harringtonswriting]

Okay what abt “just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don’t mind. that’s cool.” with Robin. This one has big robin vibes with the rambling omg

omg bestie this prompt was SO cute and yes it definitely has big robin vibes !!! i loved it so much and i hope you do too!! it's my first time writing for robin and it was so, so fun !!!

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You hadn’t expected the mall to be this busy.

You could tell Robin hadn’t, either, from the grimace on her face as yet another person bumps into the two of you. Realistically, though, when she’d suggested heading to Indianapolis on a Friday afternoon, you probably should have known this would be the case. But you could never say no to Robin, and when she’d mentioned wanting to visit the big bookstore there because it would definitely have a better selection than the small one in Hawkins, you almost immediately told her you’d go with her.

The smile on her face was absolutely worth it, though, even if Eddie did tease you about it for the entire week leading up to your excursion. You’d do anything to see her smile, like really smile, where her mouth turns almost perfectly, prettily heart-shaped and her freckled cheeks squish up under her beautiful, bright blue eyes and you can’t help but smile too. So that’s why you’re here, on a terribly busy Friday afternoon, trying to weave through the crowds together while Robin tells you about the fact that old man Linley was in there for the third time this month to rent Sorority Sluts.

“And he thinks if he puts E.T. on top of it we’re not gonna notice! Like, come on, it’s already super obvious with the beads in the doorway to the back room,” she tells you, and you laugh at the image. You can see her and Steve now, sharing one of those looks you’ve seen them shoot at each other, where they don’t need words to communicate, as one of them rings through the older man and his… questionable choices. “Steve says that’s, like, one of the worse ones back there too. Which I then proceeded to call him a pervert for because, like, has he seen all of them? And knows how good they are? Like, how good can those movies actually be?”

That’s not something you’ve ever really considered, and you’re not sure you want to know. The two of you continue walking through the bottom floor, eyes looking out for the bookstore Robin wants to visit. You weren’t exactly sure where it was, but she’d said she knows where it is and was supposed to be leading the way. The two of you were going there first, and then you’d wander around for a bit before getting something to eat. But you could honestly listen to her talk all day, seeing how animated she gets and the way she moves her hands around to express her ideas and to really emphasize what she’s saying. It was one of the things you love about her–not that you’d mention that. Sure, she confided in you that she likes girls, but that doesn’t mean she likes you. You could (and would) dream that you’d be so lucky, but being able to be her friend and spend time with her was more than enough.

You’re drawn out of your reverie when yet another person pushes between the two of you, their shoulder knocking into yours, as you pass by a record store next to a little clothing boutique. You sigh, waiting for them to pass before turning to smile apologetically at Robin.

That’s when you feel something warm and soft grab your hand, and when you look down, you can see the familiar chipped purple nail polish and silver rings that normally adorn Robin’s hand. Your eyes move up a little further, and you see the yellow friendship bracelet you’d made her, one that matches the green one on your own wrist. Then you move your eyes higher and see Robin’s cheeks are flushed a very pretty pink, and her eyes are looking everywhere but at your face, and you feel your own cheeks get warm.

“I just don’t want you to get lost, you know? How much would it suck to finally make it to the bookstore and you’re not there because some rude jag off doesn’t know how to say excuse me?” she says, her voice higher pitched than normal as her words come tumbling out of her mouth. She tugs you forward by your intertwined hands, starting to walk and pull you along with her. You let her, a little surprised but not hating the way her hand feels in yours. “Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. Not in that way, at least. Unless you want it to mean something. I don’t mind. That's cool.” The words keep coming, though these ones aren’t exactly what you’re expecting. Robin’s always been a talker, and maybe she didn’t mean for you to be paying complete attention to her this time, but you are and did she just say she doesn’t mind if holding your hand means something? Maybe you didn’t hear that right over the noise in the mall. But maybe… Well, if you heard right then you want to make sure she means what you think she means. What you want her to mean. 

“What if I want it to mean something?” you interject, and you tumble into Robin’s side as she stops walking immediately. She doesn’t let go of your hand, though, even as you apologize. Her blue eyes are wide, her lashes stark and black against her face, as she stares at you with her mouth slightly open. It’s the first time you’ve stunned her into silence, and you relish it for a few seconds before she starts speaking again.

“Do you want it to mean something? I mean, you know, I would be okay with that. More than okay! If you mean it. Steve’s been saying I should probably tell you how I feel but I also don’t want to scare off one of the only girl friends that I have because, like, we are just friends and we also live in a small town and people are seriously not cool there. Aside from you! And Nancy, she’s pretty cool, but she’s with Jonathan and I’m not even into her, I swear!” She’s gesturing again, but she hasn’t let go of your hand; in fact, her grip has only gotten tighter and she’s using your hand to gesticulate with her own.

People keep pushing around the two of you, but you don’t move out of the way for them this time. You feel warmth bloom in your chest, under your ribcage as your heart pounds, because Robin is absolutely adorable when she’s flustered. You could listen to her talk for hours, even about Nancy Wheeler, who you’re kind of glad to hear Robin doesn’t have a crush on. That eases a knot in your stomach you don’t like to think about. But is Robin actually saying she likes you? Like, likes you likes you? You think so. And… wow, okay, you were very glad you offered to drive Robin to Indianapolis. “Also, like, I didn’t mean girlfriend, unless you want me to mean girlfriend, as in not just a friend, but I don’t want to weird you out.”

She seems to be drifting off in her trains of thought, so you squeeze her hand where it’s still gripping yours, and it stops her mid sentence. “Robin,” you say, and her eyes meet your own. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her nose is scrunched, and in the sunlight coming through the mall’s skylights her freckles stand out like tiny kisses along the bridge of her nose and the soft planes of her cheeks, and you’ve never thought she looked prettier. “Yeah, I want it to mean something. I do.”

There’s that smile you love, back on her face and this time her tongue is sticking out just slightly from between her teeth. She pulls you in just a bit closer, before you start out again to head to the bookstore with her hand never leaving yours.

And if you spend a little too long hidden between bookshelves in the back, quiet giggles and the smell of paper lingering around you, well, that’s just fine with you.

[ace-of-gay]

Admirably perfect

hey i was wondering if you could write me a tony x insecure plus size reader it would mean alot.

Tony stark x plus size reader

Hurt and comfort kinda, really sweet ending

1,245words

Warnings: no pronouns, there is a body type mentiond and its plus sized but its not specified on weight or anything, negative thoughts of ones self but tony fixes it and is hella loving, nudity but in the way of bathing, insecurities, body dysmorphia? Negative self thoughts, talk and self image.

FLUFFY ENDING!!

No gender, age or skin types mentioned

Don't like it? Don't read it.

You are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres a warning.

Edited to the best of my abilities

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Pulling, tugging fixing the bottom hem of your shirt, it had been a pretty easy going day, you had gotten through everything you had planned out and than some, overworking yourself to the bone, overwhelming yourself but now the busy part of the day was over and you were on your walk to the tower, deciding to stop and treat yourself with a pastry from your favorite cafe and two drinks, one for yourself and one for tony.

Your order getting called and the lady behind the counter bids you a good day after telling you to be careful, that the pastry was still very hot.

Rounding the corner, the entrance to the tower you watch as a few of the employees leave to go home, laughing, hips swaying, not a care in the world, but something about seeing people with the media's depiction of an 'ideal' body just eats at you, no matter what people will always have more confidence in their bodies.

Doing your best to shrug it off you walk to the elevator and head up to where you knew you’d find tony, after a long day like today its always perfect to end it with warm cuddles and maybe a drink or two.

The elevator dings signaling the arrival to the selected floor, stepping off and heading straight to the lab where you find your husband focused deeply on soldering a circuit board or something.

Passing by a reflective wall paneling it didn't matter to your mind if the metal gave off a warped image in return your thoughts still started up screaming, berating you, 'he’s with you to make himself look better, loose a little weight and you’d be perfect, should you really be eating that' and so much more, looking down at your pastry, a miniscule shake in your head not just to clear your thoughts but to also tell that part of your mind that you weren’t going to indulge in your reward, instead you set it down on the table in front of him alongside his drink and your own.

He turns to you with a smile, something that was rare before he had you in his life, you are his light, a ray of sunshine in his worst moments, you are his hope. "Hello gorgeous, how are you?"

He pulls you into a welcoming embrace, giving you a peck on the cheek and a kiss on the lips before pulling away to clean up his station so he can spend the rest of the day with you. "I’m good, just a little frazzled from the day ya-know "

Grabbing his drink and the pastry in its bag and noticing its your personal favorite, "hey love? Where’s your treat?" He questions, shrugging it off, I ate mine on the walk here" smiling to polish off the lie, it hurt but what was even more painful was telling someone you feel inadequate because of something that has hurt you all your life.

Getting to the penthouse level he puts the pastry in the fridge instead of eating it, he was definitely picking up on your feelings, he just isn’t sure yet what’s going on. Walking to your shared room

"I was thinking we should go on a date tonight what do you think? Especially since you just finished that project, you deserve a celebration", entering the closet slipping off your jacket and hanging it back up.

Keeping your eyes cast away from the mirror, "where to?" Peaking out of the closet, "i was thinking that new Italian place downtown we could wear our matching outfits we got recently"

It sounded so perfect, so sweet, for that moment your mind was silenced by his voice, a song of bell and chime in your orchestra of thoughts it resonates so loud in its gentle tone that it stood out.

Feeling giddy you grab your outfit and his matching suit, laying his out on the bed and walking off to the bathroom to get changed, your avoidance of reflections completely forgotten about for the time being.

Slipping out of your work clothes and into your nice outfit for date night, fixing your hair, making sure everything was perfect, Stepping back to admire your work, your mess you’re a mess, the thoughts are back, louder than ever, drowning out his chime in the wind, or his knock on the door, pressing inward on your waist, hands rough and scorching gripping skin from your stomach, your arms, your hips and ever squeezing your face, it hurt it burned, it ripped your heart from your chest, the rushing in your ears and the quickly winding thoughts, not noticing he had opened the door to make sure you were okay, he had been calling to you and you hadn’t answered, watching your world from his spot it broke him to see your eyes distort your beauty, your radiance, to dim your shine.

A cooler, pair of hands pull your fiery ones into his.

"I’m so sorry love" he whispers into your ear staring your mind to listen to him, a calm in the chaos, "may i do something?" He seeks your eyes in the mirror, taking a moment you nod in agreement, his hands leaving yours and finding their way to your hips.

His hands delicately tracing every curve to your hips, "these, are wonderful, they’re perfect, they do their job yes?" Once again nodding.

"I’ve got to hear you" he places a kiss just below your ear, "y-yes" you stammer.

His hands move up your frame and forward to your tummy, "this is perfect, its absolute perfection and its soft, like a stomach should be" placing a kiss below where the first one was, "wanna know a secret? ", you shrug "sure why not".

"Even Steve-the-super-soldier-Rogers has a soft stomach, i found that one out while wrestling" causing you to chuckle but also letting a few tears loose.

His hands slowly find their way up to your face, cupping your cheeks, "can you tell me what this is?" He presses, shaking your head in his hands, still too hesitant.

"This is beauty, its perfection, it is human, and it is you, i wake up every morning just to see you smile at me, because somehow the world gave me someone with an even worse sleep habit than myself but that’s besides the fact-" he chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back-" i cant help but love this, to love all of you because your body shape or weight don’t depict anything, you are beyond perfect and you carry so much love and light" acing one more kiss to your shoulder, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against your own looking you deeply in the eyes” I love all of you and im here to help you see what i see because you are other worldly and i am so lucky to have you" he emphasizes by finally placing a kiss to your lips.

He can feel the tear tracks raised in your skin, kissing them as well.

"Lets stay home instead, let me treat you" he whispers, stepping away to run a warm bubble bath for you, helping you out of you dress clothes, leaving the room and returning moments later with a glass of red wine, when he says take care he really means spoil and he’s definitely going to go above and beyond tonight.

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I loved writing this so much

[sshbpodcast]

Tales from the Holodeck: ENT Fanfic: Caitlin’s Story

Celebration! We’ve luckily finished Star Trek: Enterprise here on A Star to Steer Her By, and good riddance. There’s only one thing left to do in our typical style: show the writers how it’s really done by writing up our own fanfic stories and teleplays with carefully selected characters from the series. Will they end up better than most episodes of Enterprise? Low bar, folks.

Let’s start things off with Caitlin’s installment in our “Tales from the Holodeck” fanfic series, featuring some homewrecker lasses and the ship pairing we’ve been asking for since season one of the show! Follow along below and/or listen to the cold reads on this week’s podcast episode (this one starts at 1:41). Ready, Set, Flirt!

[images © Paramount/CBS]

“Bachelor Number Fun”

By Caitlin

Random Main Character Pick(s): Reed, Trip Character Draft Picks: Feezal, Tarah

Malcolm had wanted to get his life together ever since he had met his future self and found he was still utterly alone.

So when Trip had suggested putting together some game shows (like they had in the 20th century), Malcolm leapt at the chance to be a contestant on The Dating Game.

He sat in a chair, dressed in his finest, while behind a screen sat three potential dates. His role was to ask questions to determine who would be his ideal match.

Mayweather was hosting (both because of his charming good looks, and because he frankly got left out of a lot of the ship’s shenanigans), and he introduced the show to the audience - made up of the entire crew.

“Bachelor number one,” said Malcolm (thank goodness they had done away with most gendered language in the 23rd century!). “What would your ideal first date be?”

“I think an intimate evening together, a coffee date at a quiet, dark cafe, followed by a romantic concert… Anything that gives us a chance to learn about each other and appreciate each other in beauty,” came the response.

“Very nice,” Malcolm said appreciatively. “I love that answer… Bachelor number two, same question.”

“Ideally, we’d begin by destroying our enemies, and would then celebrate by roasting meat on an open flame, and feed each other with our bare hands.”

“Certainly an… intriguing first date,” said Malcolm, suddenly very afraid of Bachelor number two. “Bachelor number three, same question.”

“Well,” drawled the third voice. “I’d like to cook my date my favorite meal, fried catfish, mashed potatoes and collard greens. Then, we’d watch a classic film and cuddle up together. Maybe something scary, so I could hold you if you were afraid.”

Malcolm smiled in spite of himself. The voice was charming and friendly, and he knew he could trust that person with his life.

After a few more questions, Malcolm was somewhat embarrassed to ask, “uh, Bachelor number one - we’ve been seeing each other for some time, and things have gotten hot and heavy. What would your ideal first time - uh, making whoopee - be like?”

“Well, the first time we make love, I'd want it to be somewhere quiet and private, so that when we reach our climaxes, We can be free with the pleasure we feel,” purred Bachelor number One. “Oh, and I'd want to make sure there was plenty of seating - my five husbands will want to watch. Maybe even if join, if you're comfortable with that.”

“I’m… not sure about that, but I appreciate your candor,” stammered Malcolm, now completely terrified of Bachelor number One. “Bachelor Number two - same question.”

“After we’ve defeated our enemies, still covered in their cooling blood,” growled Bachelor Number Two. “We throw ourselves onto the floor of an ice cave and ravish each other.”

He was definitely afraid of Bachelor Number Two. “Uh… Bachelor Number Three, same question, please.”

“Well… I don’t know that there’s a one size fits all answer here,” said Bachelor Number Three. “I think when the moment is right, you just know. And then you go where the spirit takes ya.”

“Well, that’s just about all the time we have,” said Mayweather. “Malcolm, who do you choose for your very special date for a private dinner prepared by Chef?”

He didn’t even need a second to consider. “Everyone seems lovely,” he said, diplomatic, “but I have to go with… Bachelor Number Three.”

“Congratulations, Bachelor Number Three!” crowed Mayweather. “Before we bring him out, let’s see who you didn’t choose!”

Bachelor Number One, it turns out, was none other than Feezal, one of Phlox’s many wives (and certainly his most comely, by his own reckoning); Bachelor Number Two was Tarah, an Andorian the Enterprise crew had once encountered when they were teamed up with Shran.

“And now,” said Mayweather, hardly able to suppress a smile, “let’s meet your date!”

And of course, Bachelor Number Three was… Trip. Malcolm felt giddy. It should have always been Trip. He stood, and the two men embraced. 

Maybe now, Malcolm though, the future would be brighter. Maybe now, 20 years from now, he wouldn’t be alone.

-Fin-

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For more Enterprise fanfic, check out Chris, Ames, and Jake’s stories from this year’s “Tales from the Holodeck”! Be sure to keep listening to new episodes every Thursday on SoundCloud or wherever you podcast, follow us on Facebook and Twitter, and we’ll pick you up at eight for your hot date!

[evenfall-au]

One Dress To Rule Them All

Rating: T Word Count: 1,415 Prompt for Fransweek 2023: [Fancy] Cross Posted to Ao3 here!

@fransweek

Society teaches that a lady is defined by three things; poise, etiquette, and her dress. These rules were taught and instilled in every girl at a very young age regardless of her social class, for they were the keys to raising through what ranks of her station that she could and securing a happy, fortuitous life.

And right now Frisk was struggling with maintaining the latter; the dress.

Papyrus and Sans were hosting a Gala this evening, the most influential leaders of the various covens were to be in attendance, and it was Frisk's duty as Sans' new wife to make sure she gave a favorable impression.

Which she began to doubt she could do, given the grim selection of clothing she managed to find.

…How odd it was still, to consider herself an unwitting bride of a vampire.

With a sigh Frisk let herself collapse on her bed and hid her face in her hands.

It wasn't that the clothing she'd been given weren't lovely, in fact they were made of the most luxurious materials, nothing to scoff at when it came to price, but they simply didn't fit the image of an event of such formal magnitude. Frisk didn't care to wear gowns of more than six layers and more so the fine trinkets that accompanied them. She would've been more than happy to attend in her normal attire, the off shoulder cut with small laced sleeves and the subtle touch of the star pin upon her breast was both humble and yet telling of her position in the brother's lives and household.

But life wasn't as simple as that.

A knock at the door had her looking up in time to see the arrival of her husband. The blue of his eyelights panned the whole of the room and the dresses spread out upon her bed before alighting on her, like a fire caught to parchment.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"is there a problem? you seem bothered." He remarked with an ever present grin as he drew close and glanced at the gowns again. "ruffled around the edges i'd say."

Frisk graced him with a wayward smile that felt more grimace than not. The pun was amusing, but at the same time a reminder of her dilemma.

"I can't decide what to wear. None of my clothing feels appropriate."

"i see."

Sans took her hand and sat beside her. His proximity was always a high note on Frisk's perception. There was a soft comfort and sharply contradicting intimidation in how he held himself, in how his body heat radiated off of him and caressed the skin of her wrist.

She took a deep breath, and tried not to think of the way her blood rushed excitedly in her veins, and recall how his teeth felt against the arch of her throat as fangs ravenously sunk in.

"have you tried asking alphys?"

Frisk nodded and waved towards the mountain of gowns. "Three of these are hers and are far too big for me."

He looked away in consideration before grinning genuinely. "papyrus is very talented at arranging clothing for the ladies in the coven, i'm sure he'd be happy to help."

"Papyrus—goes into women's boutiques?" Frisk asked in shock, slightly scandalized at the thought of a gentleman going anywhere near a store specifically for women. She knew it shouldn't have startled her so, but years of expectations were hard to ignore when she least expected them to flare back to life under such news.

Sans chuckled. "it's one of his favorite hobbies actually. he's dabbled a time or two in sowing."

Frisk unreasonably thought she was going to faint. Were the vapors a real phenomenon? It certainly felt like it. Or maybe she was just that distressed she was overreacting. The skeleton beside her probably thought so, as his sockets creased upward in definitive amusement.

What choice did she have though?

"I suppose…if it wouldn't be a bother for him." Sans' grin shrunk slightly as he brushed a thumb over her knuckles, sending an inadvertent shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with how cold she suddenly felt or how the room seemed a size smaller.

"you worry too much. papyrus is just dying for the chance to dote on you," he paused to allow her to gently laugh before stating, "you should let him."

Frisk groaned.

Ever since becoming his sister-in-law Papyrus had become very assertive about certain things. Always insistent on Frisk accepting gifts from other members of the coven or joining in on activities otherwise reserved for a select few when she so worried about coming across as if taking advantage of him and those around them. The thought of that made her heart ache. Not to mention his rather sudden prodding for…

Nieces…

And Nephews…

Frisk flared red as she contemplated not asking at all. It never failed to make her light headed, imagining children with Sans, and Papyrus also never failed to slip in hints and sneaky plotting side eyes when he could.

But she did need the help.

Reluctantly Frisk nodded.

Within the hour Papyrus was sweeping into her room, a gallant picture with a fine pressed suit adorning him and a dress sleeve slung over one arm. The grin on his face was triumphant, his sockets arched with such pride that Frisk couldn't help smiling and feeling her worries lessen in the way of it.

Sans stood to the side as Papyrus stepped forward with a bow before holding up the sleeve presumably housing Frisk's new dress. "NEVER FEAR DEAR SISTER! I HAVE FOUND QUITE THE IMPRESSIVE ENSEMBLE BEFITTING YOUR RADIANT PERSONALITY."

Her brows arched up as she stepped forward to take the offered gift from him. Doing her best not to giggle at the display. She thanked him and promptly turned to lay it on her bed and roll away the cloth covering.

Frisk's eyes went wide.

The dress was a soft baby blue composed of layered tulle and lace, with bell shaped sleeves that went to mid length. The skirt was full length to where not even a peek of a toe would be seen and a thin strip of lace trimmed the bare shouldered neckline in a flattering elegance that would surely have heads turning.

A corset composed the chest and tied as one in the back, and delicate patterns of pastel chrysanthemums, Iris, and Hydrangea flowers sparingly decorated the skirt in sparse clusters while much smaller renditions circled the bottom of the corset and trailed up over the center.

In short; this was a dress better befitting royalty.

"Its…" She was speechless. "Lovely. Oh Papyrus!"

Both the skeletons exchanged pleased grins at the awed tone to her voice.

Joyous, Frisk lifted it up.

And nearly dropped it.

Tucked right beneath it was the last thing Frisk had been expecting, and her hair stood on end as her face tinted red at the sight of it.

A set…of rather risque colored lingerie.

Red.

The color of blood and ketchup.

The other shoe metaphorically dropped as Frisk realized just what had occurred and peered at Papyrus with a knowing glare that she tried her best to temper with a smile.

"Under ware? Papyrus?"

She intended to say more but the sight of Sans' expression from the corner of her eye however stilled her tongue.

Curiously she looked at him.

His eyelights were honed in on it, a brow cocked as a flare of pretty cyan made them pulse bright in vivid interest, and his smile had shrunken, turned a degree softer and thoughtful.

As if sensing her attention his gaze flickered up to meet her.

Like a wave that clashes upon rocks on the shoreline, the pretty blues sent a flutter through her chest that left her mesmerized and entrapped as their touch vibrated through the entirety of her being.

The mark on her throat throbbed.

His gaze locked on it.

Frisk suddenly found it very difficult to breathe.

"I THOUGHT THEY COMPLIMENTED THE GOWN." Papyrus stated simply. Before smirking and drawling, "AND WOULD MAKE FOR GOOD 'INCENTIVE'."

Whatever spell had come over Frisk and her husband broke instantly. A tightly wound violin string that snapped as he looked away to the wall, and she sputtered like a young debutante before her first ball in mortification as she swung back around to Papyrus with her new dress pressed protectively to her chest.

How brazzen!

These vampires were going to kill her.

[voxofthevoid]

Hi Vox! Is me, werewolf anon. How you been? Hopefully feeling better from your sickness?

I took your advice and started reading "The way it follows you home" and so far it's been a fun ride! Past Gojo being jealous of Future Gojo over Future Yuji is adorable lol. Also your "Itadori sensei" seems so much more responsible than Gojo ever was! But I must admit my favorite part was Future Yuji giving the watch to Past Nanami. Even though for this Yuji, Nanami has been dead a thousand years, he still misses him so much. I thought you wrote that wistful nostalgia and pain really beautifully and I'm glad that Past Nanami understood how significant this gesture was. Good job! I'm looking forward to you finishing the rest!

And I usually don't wade into ship discourse because I find it exhausting but I read you've been getting some negativity and I'm so sorry to hear that. I truly don't understand why people want to invest that much time and energy into shitting on other people's likes when they can just focus on what they like. The tags are RIGHT THERE. The back button is RIGHT THERE. It's the reader's responsibility to set their own boundaries. The whole point of AO3 caters to that.

Also I really appreciate how THOROUGHLY you tag. You even expand on the author notes. So these haters literally have no excuse! For example, I tend to stay away Noncon and am selective about dubcon. I'm really grateful the care you put into first warning the readers because then I can make my own choice if I am in a headspace to read it.

And I want to emphasize that I think you should write whatever the hell you want because it's YOUR space. Just like it's MY job to create the online experience I want.

THAT BEING SAID...you are definitely the author I go: "Hmm...I usually don't read fics with this tag but I'll try it because it's Vox." 😂 Like the captured mermaid Bucky fic. Oooh yeah I definitely did a thousand yard stare after to process that one lol! But I love how your fics help me get out of my comfort zone and explore in the safety of fiction. And no surprise, I've loved every single one.

So what I'm trying to say is, you do you. I think there's many readers who are grateful for all your hard work.

Here's a token of my appreciation. It's not much but hopefully it puts a smile on your face. Once again cursing Tumblr for being unable to attach an image file on anon asks! Take care!

https://u.cubeupload.com/Anon9000/Xu1nOV.png

Hello there!

Ahh, I’m glad you’re liking that fic so far! It’s close to the end. Penultimate chapter will go up in a few hours, and the final chapter will be out in Feb, the cosmos willing. Gojou reacting to his own self entertains me endlessly, so I keep writing it. Two versions of that…very loud personality existing at the same time in each other’s vicinity would have one hell of a blast radius, and putting Yuuji squarely in it is one of my favorite things to do in JJK. And I do write Yuuji as a more responsible teacher than Gojou, true! But you can guess that his decency and restraint rarely last.

Not over Nanami’s death yet, huh? Mood though 🍻 It’s great to know that was your favorite scene! And I'm glad the emotional elements came through well.

Stay safely out of ship discourse, my friend. It ain’t worth it. It tends to come find me, but ah well. In JJK, it’s not even ship discourse that keeps haunting me; it’s fucking top–bottom discourse. I haven’t run into anyone pissy about my choice of Le Problematique ships yet (and I sure hope it stays that way). And top/bottom is one of the few things I don’t tag, solely because several instances of hypocrisy in general fandom pissed me off and I’m spiteful on a good day, but it’s also not something that’s hard to figure out. Those familiar with me know I stick to a single dynamic, and others will learn. Otherwise, there’s trusty CTRL+F. That all aside, I’m glad you like my tagging practices! I try to make it so that those who want spoilers/warnings will be able to access them, while those who don’t can hide the additional tags and ignore my drop-down warnings.

I did do a double-take when you said you tend to avoid noncon and then name-dropped the captive mer!Bucky fic—but in a good way! I can’t tell you how wonderful—that’s not a strong enough word, really—it is to know my fics can be that kind of a safe exploration for you. That’s hands-down one of the greatest compliments I’ll ever hear about my stories 💗

And don’t worry, I’ve mostly found very lovely people in fandom. JJK is a little more obnoxious about certain things than I’m used to, but the vast majority of my readers and fellow fans are kind, supportive, and delightful. I’m prone to getting pretty pissed off when assholes pop up in my inbox, but it usually leaves me ten times as determined to keep doing my thing.

I LOVE THAT YUUJI! Holy shit, he’s adorable. I want to pinch his cheeks and also eat him 🥺

I've saved that to my fanart folder for future pick-me-ups. Thank you so much! You’re a sweetheart 💗

[allisa-finance]

Speaking IELTS part 1 - Shopping

SHOPPING

1/ Do you like shopping? 

​Yes, shopping is one of my favorite leisure activities. I especially enjoy grocery shopping; I don't find it mundane or time-consuming at all. On the contrary, it allows me to unwind from daily desk work. Wandering through a small local supermarket, exploring local produce, and selecting fresh vegetables is quite exciting. Additionally, shopping for a whole week on a given budget is a great decision-making exercise. It challenges me to think creatively and come up with various options for purchasing. Plus, it's a wonderful way to discover new ingredients and try out different recipes. Carrying home my selected items and neatly organizing them in the fridge brings me a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

2/ Do you compare prices when you shop? Why?

Definitely! I'm a budget-conscious person, so I try my best to be a savvy shopper. I give myself a lot of time for researching options and waiting for sale events to buy at  good prices. It can be attempting to shop for what is less than what you truly want because there are so many choices of low prices and average quality. When buying, I am quite rational, I don’t buy just because it’s so cheap. I thoroughly evaluate a variety of options before making an informed decision. 

3/ Is it difficult for you to make choices when you shop?

Sometimes it can be! If I have a clear need and know exactly what I'm looking for, it's easy. I don’t try to control my budget too strictly or make impulsive purchases. If you stick to the predetermined plan too much, you may fail to notice great deals. It’s a combination of critical thinking and enjoyment for me regarding shopping. Buying personal domestic things can be easier than making corporate purchasing because your decisions can affect many parties and you have to be accountable for the return-on-investment. Could you close a good deal for your company?

4/ Do you think expensive products are always better than cheaper ones?

In some cases, it is true that expensive products are better than cheaper ones. What I do is to separate values from prices. Some have high values and are low priced. Brand-name can be more expensive than no-brand products. However, brand names convey intangible values including a corporate’s legacy, when I use them, I feel my mental states positively shifted in accordance with the brand’s perceived images and characteristics. That’s why, even though I can  find cheap options with very high quality thanks to my shopping skills, I am conscious of selecting a reputable brand name. You can have a combination of brand and no-brand choices, of course. It makes your wallet smile.

[kaylawilliams-photography-631]

Week 5_ WIP > Self portraits

WIP Commentary:

What's working?

The closer-up shots - definitely - I have discovered that in most cases AF is better used that MF (with the exception of super close up shots) and I now also know how to meter properly so I can use AF correctly rather than just hoping it'll get the right spot.

The experimentation with different lighting set ups. All of these shots used natural, ambient or available light - I am yet to take any successful shots with created light which I would definitely like to do. However, I like the ambient light for how soft it is. Reflecting now on the indoor shots in the lot above - I think improvement could be achieved with using a reflector to get greater depth and contrast in the same lighting situations. As some of them are still quite flat, especially with highlights.

What did I want to portray?

To be honest I didn't necessarily contemplate this too much before taking the images but I think I want to portray myself in a more serious fashion than I think a lot of people see me in daily life. I come across very bubbly and joyful a lot of the time but as an introvert with very limited social energy this is my expression for the most part. People tend to comment when I'm not smiling as much or am not as chirpy that I look upset or angry or think something is wrong (I've been told this for years and years) so I have grown conscious of what my face looks like when its resting. So in a way this is my own - personal - reframing what I look like with a serious expression/expressionless.

Alongside this - just simplicity - I didn't want anything to grand or complex in these images as that doesn't match my personality. I think the use of the black and white represents a subtle boldness and simplicity that doesn't distract from the subject.

Personal experience / contemplation of self:

I don't have the fondest relationship with the camera - in terms of capturing myself. I'm not very confident capturing myself - I don't think I ever have been. This is one of the reasons why my selection here capture me without much expression. My key image at the moment (the first one) is probably the most vulnerable and intimate shot I've taken of myself.

Just like most I'm not super comfortable with my face - the placement of my hand in this image was for that very reason and kind of places that insecurity in the image as I'm hiding it . One of my biggest insecurities is my mouth/chin area. It stems from so many pictures that I've been in where someone captures me with a big gummy smile or from a really unflattering angle emphasising my chin/neck. There are very few occasions where I like how I'm portrayed in images other's take of me.

Also taking these pictures at home added an extra vulnerability. I became more and more comfortable taking photos but didn't feel like I could fully capture myself - maybe how I wanted - because I had/have other family members at home some days. I think to give myself the space to express myself more - using the photo studios as a self-portrait space and to have the security of no one else being around might help. Also taking any chances of having the house to myself and giving myself space to feel more comfortable infront of the camera would help.

The use of black and white in my edits was both an aesthetic choice as well as a personal one. Apart from the two images above where I quite liked the colouring of my skin and hair, the others (also the fact that they were framed tighter) were closer and I didn't feel comfortable with certain elements of my skin being in colour for example.

[khandshagun]

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[wmuquinnfabray]

Looking around the room it didn’t seem too different from the other dorm room. She figured that since it was a similar building there were no doubt overlapping floor plans. Though at least this one seemed to be kept clean by her new roomies. She’d definitely be putting in work of her own, but the last batch had certainly been a disaster. Walking mess tornados the both of them, but now she has Marley and ooh the selection in the fridge was all most definitely Sue approved snacks. 

“Loving the selection, I’m more of a health freak than anything else… Though I must admit I do sometimes get some cravings so the wide assortment is most definitely appreciated.” She gives a genuine smile towards her roomie before snagging an apple and following down the hallway. Taking note of which room belonged to who, the thought of getting a key for her own room crossed her mind briefly as Marley led the way. All the while Marley talks and Quinn can’t help but think that the girl seems a bit of a nervous talker. Adorable in its own rights, and suddenly the image of a small puppy coming to mind. 

“I’m definitely an early riser. Coach Sue has us in the gymnasium at the crack of dawn so unless you’re up before the birds I think the three of us should all do just fine in that regard.” Looking into the bathroom for just a moment she can already see the space is rather cramped. With the cost of tuition one would think that the dorms might have at least a little bit larger of amenities, though at least in this situation it’s not a communal shower like in a gym. If it had been she might have just about died. 

With a nudge her bedroom door opens and she glides in. Setting the bag she had on her onto the bare bed she gives a quick spin to take in the new layout. It’s different, but not too much. She already has an idea of how she’ll set up her room this time so it won’t take too long. “I don’t mind sharing at all. Hmmm where to begin on my nightmare roomie situation. Well I was meant to be rooming with two other Cheerios, but they got the boot due to grades so instead I was put with these two randoms. They seemed nice at first, but well… One was a major klepto, I found her elbow deep in my closet like five different times and my stuff kept going missing. The other was a drug dealer, or maybe just a pothead. It always smelled so foul when going past her room. After the first Semester I just couldn’t take it so I went to Sue all but begging for a room transfer, and well here we are! By the way… What happened to the last roommate?”

Marley wasn't sure what to make of Quinn's comments about her being precious, but she wasn't going to bring it up. Last she thing wanted was to create a strained dynamic right out of the gate. Instead, she allowed herself to appreciate the fact that beside being a little condescending, Quinn seemed normal and appreciative of her efforts to make her new roommate feel welcome.

"Quinn. hi. It's great to meet you," she replied genuinely as gestured around the living area, "So, quick tour. this is the common area. We don't have a kitchen or anything, but we do have a mini-fridge which is filled with drinks and healthy snacks," she added with a small shrug. She couldn't wait to get off campus where she'd have a kitchen to actually cook meals as opposed to eating gross dining hall food.

"There are a bunch of cookies, chips and such in the cabinets, but I wanted to cover all my bases, you know? Ummm," she continued before once again pointing towards the hallway, "the bedrooms are down this hall. It's just the three of us, so no sharing, which is awesome. I mean, I wouldn't mind having a room roomie, but it is nice to have my own space. Anyway, the bathroom is here - that we have to share, but so far it hasn't been an issue. Giselle and I seem to be on opposite schedules."

She led Quinn down to her bedroom and pursed her lips, contemplating if she'd forgotten anything. "Not sure what else to tell you about the place. It's pretty standard. Now I am a little curious and feel free to say you don't wanna talk about it, but what made you switch rooms mid-semester? Must've been pretty bad, huh?"