#they didnt SAY anything in this line but they REMIND me of the girl i had to unfollow on insta who was like. honey is bee abuse but loved

[britneyshakespeare]

i love bratz as dolls but i fuckin hate mga as a brand. fuckin idiots

[spacedlexi]

i Need to draw more clemviminnie shit but how am i supposed to do that when minnie only exists alongside them for 2 episodes then dies

[foxcassius]

nvm i went on the plant milk person's blog and theyre too annoying for me to justify keeping their post rbed

[inkprilled]

We connect with people without words everyday, some hold a door open, you share a smile with someone at the bus stop or  when passing by each other on a walk, we say I don't know you but I see you, here we both are living together on this little rock, living this little life that is all to fleeting but so worth it.

It reminds me of a friend I had in school. Diane moved from Russia when we where 13, she didnt speak much English, and the few Russian speakers at our school where so much younger than her that she barely saw them. I remember seeing her in the corridor outside our first science lesson, she was leant against the dark green tiles lining the walls, her school uniform brand new and her hair dyed auburn. Everyone had already grouped up with their friends, talking and laughing so loudly it created this mass of sound that only kids can make just before a lesson. My science class was rather chaotic and hyper. Diane stood silent away from everyone.

I wasn't known as the most outgoing in our class, if anything most would have described me as shy, but really I just never had much to say. Seeing her there though, I knew I had to say something, I knew none of the other girls would try and bring her into their social fold, so I went up to her.

"Hi, are you new" she looked at me hesitantly as she tried to piece together bits of language in her head "Yes, I'm Diane" 

"I'm April" there was a beat of silence, neither of us knew what to say and I wasn't the best at small talk, so instead I just looked towards the rest of our class and said "they're a little" and I made a large frazzled gesture with my hands, trying to encapsulate the chaos. She looked from me to them and laughed nodding.

After that we'd sit with each other in all our shared lessons, at the beginning I would write her work for her and I know I probably shouldnt have. but when your 13 and your friend is freaking out over homework being due or not having her notes written down you just end up doing it. Eventually we realised she could write her English assignments in Russian then put them into Google translate, and then I'd re-write them  grammatically correct. This wasn't perfect but it's not like she had a language aid or anything so we made do. Our jokes usually consisted of calling each other suka or using our made up gesture - a sideways palm from the centre of our forehead down to the table. It meant get a load of this nonsense, ffs or I'm an idiot, usually used when someone was making a fuss in lesson or when we'd make a silly mistake.

We didn't need words, not when we had laughter and silly little gestures, sometimes I felt closer to her than with friends I'd had for years. I guess what we have now is a language made up of vine and tiktok references, that you could giggle with someone over even when your language didn't translate. And in some ways we're more connected over those trends and references than anything else despite the language barriers. We connect over joy, humour and humanity.

Diane moved back to Russia before we turned 16. I don't know where she is now or how much she remembers of me, but I do treasure our friendship. Wherever you are suka I hope your okay. I miss you.

[velarisdusk]

Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

word count: 1.9k author's note: i had the idea for this one literally AS i was writing the last one im annoyed i didnt write it right after bc i know i had GREAT ideas that i literally cannot remember anymore sigh ✦ . AU Masterlist . ✦ ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The venue hums with the kind of energy you’d expect for a band as big as Wings of Illyria, the low chatter and country rock playing in the background almost drowned out by the buzz around the meet-and-greet booth.

Cassian, the life of the party you always imagined him to be, is already surrounded by fans, effortlessly drawing people in with that easy grin of his. But security is quick to move in, ushering people away with practiced calm, the crowd reluctantly shifting to make room for the band’s massive presence.  Rhysand sits beside him, polished and smooth as ever, his gaze flicking between the crowd and the band’s merch, playing the role of the charming frontman like he was born for it. But Azriel—Azriel looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

You spot him leaning back in his chair, a half-smirk barely visible beneath the dark fringe of his hair, eyes scanning the room with a look that says he’s mentally checked out. The cigarette tucked behind his ear, defying the “No Smoking” sign above the booth, is the least surprising thing about him.

You can’t help but notice how effortlessly Azriel leans into the atmosphere, the way his posture seems to say he’s both above it all and fully in control of the space around him. The black leather jacket slung over his chair, the way his fingers casually thrum against the table, it’s all effortlessly cool. But before you can linger on him too long, a voice cuts through the room, sharp and high-pitched enough to make your teeth ache. 

The girl in front of you is practically vibrating, her hands shaking as she clutches her phone to her chest like it’s a lifeline. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whispers to her friend, barely able to hold it together. “What if I say something dumb? What if they laugh at me? What if Az doesn’t even look at me? I have to tell him how much I—”

It’s the way she says Az—not like she’s just a fan, but like she’s personally on a nickname basis with him—that makes your eye twitch. You don’t want to judge, but fuck, could people just enjoy things without this level of intensity? She’s decked out in enough Wings of Illyria merch to make you wonder if she owns anything that isn’t branded. Her denim jacket is practically a billboard for the band, from the patches to the pins to the shirts she’s stacked under it, all so bright and loud it’s almost cartoonish. She looks exactly like the kind of people you’ve seen mocked in those “fan stereotype” posts, and it grates on you more than it should.

You bite back a sigh, trying to ignore the discomfort gnawing at your nerves. It’s not her fault, right? People can like things however they want. But as you stand there, you can’t shake the tightness in your chest, the buzz of unease you’ve been carrying all day. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night—too busy running through every possible scenario, obsessing over the idea that maybe, just maybe, you’d misinterpreted the song. What if it wasn’t about you at all? What if you’d been foolish to even think it was? You’d spent so much time convincing yourself this was the right thing to do, that you could handle whatever confrontation came with it. But now, with the weight of it all on your shoulders, doubts have started to creep in. 

To each their own, you remind yourself, trying to shake the jittery feeling in your stomach. 

The line inches forward, and you shuffle along with it, caught between your own nerves and the chaos around you. Every second stretches and the girl ahead of you is still whispering furiously to her friend about all the reasons this moment is life-changing for her. You try to tune it out, focusing instead on the distant hum of the music overhead, and the faint shuffle of feet, the air heavy with anticipation.

And then, it’s your turn. 

Cassian is the first to notice you, his smile broad and infectious, like he’s genuinely thrilled to meet every single person who steps up to the booth. “Hey!” he greets warmly, his voice loud enough to carry over the din. “You excited for the show?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you reply, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.”

Cassian beams like you’ve just made his night. “That’s what I like to hear! First time seeing us live?”

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Second. Saw you guys in Orlando last year.”

“No shit?” he says, leaning forward slightly. “That was a great crowd. One of the best on that leg of the tour. You catch the whole set?

“Most of it,” you admit. “I got stuck in traffic and missed the first couple of songs.”

Rhysand, who’s been quietly observing, chuckles at that. “Typical,” he says, his voice smooth and amused. “Traffic in that city is practically a right of passage.”

“Right?” you say, laughing despite yourself. “I swear I left two hours early and still barely made it in time for ‘Bloodlines.’”

Cassian gives you a mock sympathetic look. “Tragic. That’s one of my favorites to play live.”

“It’s a good one,” you say, your nerves easing just a little. You glance between the two of them, noting how Rhys’s sharp gaze is fixed on you like he can tell there’s another reason you’re here. 

“So,” Rhys says, tilting his head slightly. “What’s your favorite track?”

How the hell—

“I mean, the whole album is great,” you say, “but ‘Sear My Skin’ has been on repeat lately.”

It’s a calculated choice, and you don’t miss the quirk of Azriel’s brow in your peripheral. 

“Interesting pick,” Rhys says, his smirk widening. “That one’s been causing a bit of a stir lately.”

Cassian chuckles. “Yeah, Az really knocked it out of the park with that one.”

And there it is—the perfect segue. You glance past them, finally letting your gaze settle on Azriel, who’s been silent this whole time. 

He’s leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable as his dark eyes meet yours. For a second, the noise of the room seems to fade, and you realize your heart is pounding in your chest, 

“Azriel,” you say, his name coming out steadier than you expected. “Can I ask you something?”

He quirks that brow again, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “You just did.”

Cassian groans dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “Come on, man. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be,” he mutters.

Azriel ignores him, his gaze still fixed on you. “What’s the question?”

You take a breath, forcing yourself to hold his stare. “The song—’Sear My Skin.’ Is it about me?”

Rhysand doesn’t bother hiding his laughter, leaning back in his chair like he’s settling in for a show. Cassian’s drink nearly slips out of his hand, and he mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, Oh, shit.

Azriel doesn’t react immediately. He just stares at you, his expression unreadable, until the silence stretches so thin you think it might snap. 

“Who are you?” he asks finally, his tone maddeningly calm. 

You blink, thrown off by the audacity of the question. “You seriously don’t remember me?”

He leans back, shrugging one shoulder. “I don’t remember half the women I sleep with.” Cassian chokes on his drink, Rhysand’s grin stretching wide enough to show teeth, but you’re not about to let Azriel off that easily. 

“Pressed against the door, your lips trace the ache?” You quote the line pointedly, crossing your arms as you glare at him. The memory rushes back—how he’d tasted on your tongue, how his hands had threaded through your hair before all hell broke loose. “Sound familiar?”

“It’s not that deep,” Azriel replies, his tone dismissive, though his gaze sharpens ever so slightly. 

“Really?” you counter, your tone dripping with incredulity. “Right before I finish, your body’s all I feel, breathed in your ear ‘you feel too good to be real.’” Your voice rises, your chest tightening as the words leave your mouth. “You literally said that to me while you were balls deep in me against a wall.”

Azriel freezes, his lips parting slightly as a faint flicker of surprise breaks through his carefully guarded expression. For a split second, it’s almost satisfying. 

Cassian’s reaction is anything but subtle. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he doubles over in laughter, nearly spilling his drink again. He gasps, pounding the table. “Yo, what the fuck?!”

Rhysand isn’t fairing much better, his laughter barely contained as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his amusement still sharp but with a more controlled edge than Cassian’s, to his credit.

Azriel’s jaw tightens, and he finally breaks eye contact, glancing down at the table. “Okay,” he mutters, the word barely audible over the laughter. “Maybe it’s a little about you.”

Cassian claps a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to muffle another loud “Yo!” Rhysand smirks, watching the two of you closely. 

But you shake your head, not about to let him off with just that. “A little? Really? You practically narrated the whole thing—I deserve royalties.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that response. “Royalties?” he repeats, half-laughing, but still avoiding eye contact.

Before he can properly respond, a security guard steps forward, tilting their head toward the door, a silent gesture that your time is up. 

You roll your eyes but shoot Azriel a teasing smile. “Guess I’m out of time for royalties. But I’ll be expecting them in the mail.”

As the security guard ushers you forward, Rhysand speaks up. “Well, nice to meet you, Sear My Skin,” he says, voice dripping with humor. 

You grin back at him, a little cheeky. “My name—”

“It’s (y/n),” Azriel interrupts, dragging a hand over his face as he speaks, his tone casual but something darker in his gaze that would’ve stopped you in your tracks if not for the man guiding you away.

You blink at him, and can’t help the smile blooming on your face. He remembered you. Really remembered you. 

Just as you’re about to take another step toward the exit, Cassian shouts from behind you, “Wait, wait, wait!” His voice is a mix of urgency and excitement. 

You turn around, confused, as Cassian's already talking to someone behind the merch table. The team member nods, already moving to grab something and hand it over to you. Cassian looks at you with that mischievous grin you’re so used to seeing on video. “We’ll set you up for the show. Don’t leave without saying hi to us again, yeah?”

You look at the woman heading your way and take the slip she hands you, your heart stopping when you read the words Backstage Pass. You’re not sure what’s happening, but the thrill of it courses through you. “Uh—Yeah, thank you?”

“Anytime, princess,” Cassian says with a wink, leaning back in his chair as he makes a show of lounging. 

You glance at Azriel one last time before being nudged along by the guard. He looks back at you for a moment, unreadable as ever, but there’s something in his eyes. But he says nothing, and it’s enough to make your chest tighten, a mix of anticipation and confusion bubbling in your stomach. 

[deepspaceebabe]

Anything you can spare (Caleb x reader/MC)

TAGS/WARNINGS: Heavy Makeout?, 18+, no proofreading (I'm lazy it's 3am)

SYNOPSIS: A blurb about Caleb Making out with you

It's quiet and still in your apartment in Linkon. Caleb had made time to visit you after coming up with a new recipe to try with you. You both are cleaning up the dishes at the sink after the meal. It's times like this when it doesn't feel like it used to with him. Like how it felt when you were both snotty kids, and you didnt understand how it felt to want Caleb in ways that you hadn't before. The silence and atmosphere is cloaked with the anticipation of a kiss. Without the noise of everything else, your desires are louder than ever. When there isn't anything to joke about, or any memories of the past to bring up. The silence breeds desire for you. As you both finish up the final dish, you look up at him and smile. "Thanks for making dinner AND helped clean up. You really know how to win a girl over, " you say kindly with a laugh. He smiles with you. "Well, you know you're the only girl I'd want to win over anyways," he says, not breaking that smile, looking at you with those kind eyes.

You look into his eyes and can feel your heartbeat in your ears. Your breathing becomes heavy with want. Caleb seems equally as worked up as you. The anticipation reminded you of your time at the skyhaven Amusement Park, where the line between you two became blurred. That dare was a gateway drug, the idea that he would of kissed you on that train had you reeling for many nights. Here in this moment, the scene plays out for what seems like an eternity before Caleb seems to steel himself. He closes his eyes harshly and takes a breath, turning back towards the sink."Pip, I-" he starts, but you don't let him finish. Tugging his arm down, you finally smash your lips against his in a fever of lust. Right or wrong, nothing mattered but the weight of his tounge in your mouth. The feel of his hot hand in yours grounds you and tethers you to this moment. This was real, and you were kissing the object of your desires, the ultimate sin. He kisses back almost immediately, his hands finding your hips as he deepens the kiss. Slight moans come from him as you hold the sides of his face, your tongue dancing with his. "Fuck" he whispers against your lips briefly before moving back in, desperate for anything you'll give him. He grabs your thighs, hoisting you up while never breaking from the kiss. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, trying to taste even more of him. You want to devour him, take everything that he'll give you, and more. This small taste of this forbidden fruit is already addictive. He tastes like honey on your tounge, his touch is warm and familiar and everything you could of dreamed of. Caleb moves to the counter and sets you down, slotting himself between your legs as the kiss continues. He moans desperately as you thread your fingers through his hair and grind into him. The lack of oxygen has finally won over your lust as you break for air. You finally take a look at the boy you've known all your life. The deepest blush is set on his face, his beautiful amethyst eyes are hooded as his hair is beyond tousled. His breathing is heavy and desperate, with small moans at every breath. "Please" says quiet and breathless, like a small prayer. You move your hand to his cheek and she shudder at the contact, hes burning hotter by the second. "Hmm?" You hum, brain a bit too fried to give him a full answer. Caleb grabs the hand that his holding his face and leans into it, his eyes squeezing shut as if trying to ground himself. He leans in, forehead touching yours. "I want you. I want whatever you'd give me." He whispers against your lips. "Please, everything I am, everything I was and will be is yours. What can I give you? What do you want?" He pleads desperately. You feel down his clothed chest as he grabs at your thigh. "All of you, everything. Anything you can spare." You whisper back.

A/N: hi sorry I haven't ever written something like this smutty (ik it's pretty tame) I just want to make out with this boy so bad 😭😭 but yeah I hope yall like it!

Edit: I added to it, made it sound a bit better :>

[gamblersdoll]

Thankyou for answering my question!

This week is 2 years since my best friend was killed, grief sucks ass and not in the fun way.

I’d love to request a Katsuki x fem!reader who’s best friend passed away suddenly and how he helps them cope with it

Thanks DV! <3

first off, my condolences. angst turned to fluff

an: i hope this was satisfactory, added some things a bit.

two years since they died, and it still feels like yesterday since it all happened. the memories of the constant confusion, the fact they weren’t answering the phone, to getting the call that they had perished in the worse way possible.

you remember feeling your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, the other person on the line barely giving any answers, a reason, nor comfort to the sobs that you choked out and feeling the world starting to spin.

luckily, katsuki was there just ready to help. he knew what death felt like, experiencing it briefly himself when he was merely sixteen in a war he shouldn’t have been in. he held you until you couldnt cry anymore, only rubbing circles in your back and stay quiet, warming his palm and reach over in the mini fridge to grab you water.

but yet, it was two years ago when they had perished. and here were you, stuck in bed and have yet to get up. along the lines of nightmares, the days that led up to their death, the last phone call from them, all just to everyone not even answering your questions.. you hated how depression and grief got to you. especially just doing motor functions or basics of life.

your job had given you the week off, knowing how it was and they graciously believed in mental health. and you needed the week anyway..

yet, you still feel stuck, your mind still in and out of the black waves of your pain and emptiness that you felt without having them here. you couldnt be social after that, feeling like it would be wrong to have a new best friend or just have a associate. your head hurt, becoming dehydrated from the lack of water you consumed. and somehow though? even if you didnt drink anything, you had to pee. yet, you physically can’t move.

everything felt way too heavy to even get up, costing your skin to become dry and scaly, your bladder becoming full and kidneys starting to hurt from the back up. you started to lose some pounds due to everything.. and you felt like you were going crazy—

“bad day, huh?” katsuki enters, kicking off his boots and taking off his gauntlets. he struts over, a gloved hand wiping tears and hair from your face. “you eat yet?”

you shook your head no, him nodding and scooping you up.

“can tell youve been in bed all day, dragon breath.” he mumbles, hearing your distasteful groans and plopping you onto the porcelain seat. “youve gotta piss though, cant fuck up your kidneys.” he reminds, the water faucet running and he dobbles a dip of toothpaste on the bristles, pressing your lip up and drawing circles on your teeth with the toothbrush.

“you dont have to baby me, katsuki.” you mumble, him snapping his fingers and quietly telling you to stick your tongue out so he can use the tongue scraper on you. “this is embarrassing” you say with your mouth open.

“try again?” he asks, pulling the scrapper away.

“it’s embarrassing you have to do this..” you say, him flicking your forehead. “ow!”

“yer my gahdamn girl, ain’t nothin’ embarrassing about me takin’ care of you.” he says, pointing at the mouthwash cup next to you. “now swish. im going to go get dinner started and get some clothes for your bath.”

you sigh, nodding your head, no strength in fighting with him. you hear the bath faucet start up, the strong current of water flooding into the tub and watching the stream go in.

“arms up.” he says, pulling your shirt over your head and tying your hair up. your pants were already off, due to him forcing you to express your bladder. he scoops you up again, gently sitting you into the bath and turning the water off. “stay here, ill bring you everything.”

maybe about fifteen, twenty minutes had passed? you don’t remember, the concept of time was little to non existent right now. but you hear him come in with some pasta, had cajun in it. and luckily, just a shirt and shorts to keep you in.

“you didnt have to do all of this.” you say, rubbing your eyes from exhaustion and potential tears bubbling down your face. “i should be able to do all of these things, im a grown woman.”

he only sits and listens, him picking up a rag and gently scrubbing your back, neck and shoulders. “let me tell you something,”

your ears perk up, slowly lifting the fork and eating the portion of pasta.

“when izuku lost his quirk, i was like this too a bit.” he says, recalling the day that allmight and izuku told katsuki after everything they had went through, he had been back to quirkless. “it was like a piece of me had died, and it felt like i had nothing to rely on, or anything.”

“yet, the only things that really helped me were a goal, and the extras around me that were in my ear everyday.” he says, watching your face light up just a little bit, turning up to look at him. “the memories of izuku being quirkless didnt die, we just.. made him a suit that did everything he did.”

“their memories dont have to die either, all you just have to figure out or remember is what they always told you.” he squishes your cheeks together with his fingers, and he watches your nose scrunch. “i know they arent the same, definitely not, but im trying.”

“it.. it helps, since youre here feeding me and washing my ass.” you chuckled, him rolling his eyes and scoffing in a joking manner. “thank you, katsuki.”

“you want me to shave yer pits too?” he asks, water being splashed at him and he growls. “cut the shit, forest fire.”

“choke on my smoke.” you say, doing the great lord explosion god dynamights impression.

they always told you several different things, being along the lines of them loving you, about how close they were to you, or about their obsession with bumblebees.

bumblebees? like.. the transformer or the actual insect? no, definitely the insect.

and with the turn of your head, finishing up putting on your clothes and hearing katsuki go down the stairs with the bowls of the eaten pasta , you saw them.

the biggest bumblebee that they raved about.

[applepi-1]

Better than Heather- Oikawa

“Happy Valentine’s Day students at Aoba Johsai! This is Oikawa Toru reminding you to get your valentine flower for that special someone!” Oikawa Toru, captain of the volleyball team, biggest pretty boy in every school, also known as your brothers best friend. Girls from all over come to our school to see him, they just know him as the hot volleyball player, you know him as the alien geek.

You looked out the window seeing girls line up as Oikawa walked out, immediately handed flowers. You frowned watching the scene as he takes everyone one of them smiling brightly at the girls. You knew he loved the attention but also hated it at the same time. You got up out of your seat walking to your locker surprised to see a blue rose taped to it.

A beautiful rose for a beautiful girl. The color blue reminds me of your eyes and how they sparkle when you talk about something you love- your secret admirer.

“Ohhh someone has a crush.” You rolled your eyes as Oikawa sung to you. “From who?”

“Doesn’t say, wow so many.” You looked at the flowers in his hands a huge bouquet as the boy sighed.

“I know, and they’ll die so soon.” You laughed opening your locker taking out a red rose.

“Hope you have room for one more.” His eyes widen slightly looking at the rose in your hand, how the white blends in with the red. “It reminded me of you, the red is how everyone at this school sees you, this well put guy, who’s hot in the girls eyes who can break something if he hits it hard enough. It’s the serious you. And the white is how I see you. The alien loving geek who loves volleyball as well. They guy who would talk your ear off about aliens more than anything else. Who also loves his nephew to death, I thought of you when I saw it, it has two sides and each one I know and care about.” Oikawa dropped all the flowers he had in his arms and looked at the one in your hand. He took it and smiled fondly at you.

“Thank you, I-I don’t know what to say. I love it.” You smiled brightly up at him and bent down to collect the others.

“I hope so, I saw it at a rare boutique and it was the only one she had.”

“Wait, you didn’t get this at the school? But in your own spare time?” You looked up at him and nodded your head, Oikawa’s heart melted at the sight.

“Wow, sis, do I need to track down some guys and tell them you have enough?” You laughed as your brother walked over. “You beat shittykawa over here.” Oikawa looked at you brother not caring about the insult.

“Oh these are for Oikawa, I have one, one blue beautiful rose. Oh and,” You handed your brother the roses who nearly didnt have time to catch them, you grabbed the other rose identical to the other ones at the school and handed it to him. “For you.”

“Awe, I’m lucky to have such a nice sister.” Iwaizumi handed Oikawa back his rosed but he fit all of them under an arm as he held yours alone as if it was special.

“I try, we should get going, you guys have practice soon.”

“Right, come on.”

“Um, Oik, do you need help carrying those?”

“Hm? Nah, no. I’ll just give them to my mom or back to the girls and say I bought them one.”

“So cold.” You laughed before shivering as you enter the gym.

“Cold? Here.” He put the roses by the benches and took off his school sweater handing it to you.

“Thanks Oikawa, I’ll wash it and give it back to you.” He watched as you put the slightly bigger shirt on sighing at the warmth.

“Keep it, it looks better on you.” You blushed as he walked to the locker rooms quickly so you don’t see the blush he has on his face.

—

The next day you found a red rose taped to your locker. Red reminds me of that red dress you wore at the ceremony. You looked so beautiful like a princess.- Your secrete admirer.

You smiled as you placed in your locker next to the blue one, you could tell the texture of the flowers were fake so you weren’t worried about them dying. “4 more days to Valentines.” Oikawa sung in your ear, you rolled your eyes shutting your locker to get a better look at him.

“Gonna ask someone to be your valentines?” You ask leaning against a locker.

“I don’t know, I might, are you?”

“Usually it’s the guys who ask, but who knows.”

“Is there someone your hoping will ask?” You looked up into his brown eyes and smiled.

“Um, maybe, oh and here.” You took a bag out your pocket handing it to him.

“Kisses?”

“They reminded me of your chocolate eyes.” He looked at you with questionable feelings. “They’re deep, rich brown, and if they were a candy, they’d be smooth and pretty and delicious, and I thought of kisses. Because you’re pretty popular and girls talk about how soft- they reminded me of you.” You cut your rant sort before realizing what you were gonna say.

“Are you going to give me gifts until Valentine’s Day?”

“Not unless it bothers you.”

“No, not at all.” He opened the pack before grabbing your hand dropping a kiss in it. “I’ll share my kisses with you and you only. I’ve heard your lips are soft and delicious, and they are pretty.” Your eyes widen as your face turned red, he smirked at you before walking away.

—

You saw a yellow rose the next day. Yellow reminds me of the sun, bright and cheery, you remind me of the sun, it warms up my heart seeing you smile, and it brightens my day to hear you laugh- Your secret admirer.

“3 more days.”

“How is it you come at the perfect timing?”

“Hm, I don’t know, hun. Ou yellow this time, it’s pretty.” You smiled down at them before taking out a alien keychain.

“Do I really have to explain why this one reminds me of you?”

“Yes, because now it’s a given.” He smirked putting his hands in his pockets.

“Toru!” You both turned to see a girl walking over in one of Oikawa’s sweaters.

“Oh um hey Heather.”

“Hey, you left so quickly this morning.”

“Sorry about that. I wanted to hurry up and get my gift this morning.” You looked between the two, she was stunning from head to toe, made you feel self conscious, you looked at the sweater seeing it hand so perfectly off her shoulders and down her figure.

“Oh an alien? That’s a weird gift, anyways thanks for the sweater I swear I didn’t see that wall there this morning.”

“No problem and actually aliens-“

“It reminded me of that time we stayed up talking about the movie Paul, you said you wish you could meet an alien as cool as him.” You said cutting him off handing it to him, he smiled at you lingering his finger tips on yours before holding the key chain in his hand.

“I love that you remembered that. Here.” He handed you a kisses. “For always being cheerful and bright.” You thought back to your note hearing him say something so similar was bizarre.

“Always, I should get to class, see you after school, Oik.” And you did and you saw Heather right next to him.

“Iwa!” Your brother looked at you before jogging over. “Sorry I’m late got held up.”

“It’s fine, I was worried but Oikawa said you texted him.”

“I did, just before my phone died.”

“Jeez hun, you had us worried!” Oikawa said wrapping an arm around you.

“Sorrrryyy.” You pouted up at him making him smile and hide his face in his other hand.

“You are too cute, Iwa-Chan why can’t you be this cute?”

“Shittykawa.” Your brother mumbled walking away.

“Iwa-Channnn.” The tall boy pulled you closer as he pouted. “Your brothers mean.”

“I know love, I know.” You patted his back looking at Heather as she watched y’all. “So Heather is pretty,”

“Eh, I guess. She’s staying with us for a while until her dad finds a place. She’s like an annoying sister you want to throw out a window.” You laughed up at him before shaking your head.

“So cold.”

—

The next day was a purple rose, Purple purple purple, I could go on and on how when you were this color I see the beautiful sunrise, where the sun meets the dark blue sky and turns into a purple color. You are so many things, but purple. You are my purple -your secret admirer.

You felt a presence behind you smirking you spoke, “yes 2 more days.” You turned around to see Heather not Oikawa

“Purple hun?”

“Oh hi, yeah, purple.”

“So. You and Oikawa seem close.”

“We are.” You looked at her questionably before opening your locker setting the flower near the others.

“How close?”

“We’re not dating if that’s what you mean.”

“Good it was. Cause if you haven’t noticed. I’m prettier and your just a sack of potatoes.”

“Right, and if you haven’t noticed Oikawa isn’t into you, nor me. He thinks of you as an annoying little sister.”

“For now.” Your eyes followed her back as she walked away sighing into your locker.

“2 more days. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m great, um here.” You handed him a piece of milk bread. “Because you’re sweet to me and you’re easy on the eyes, and pretty.”

“Awww,” He handed you a bag of rainbow candies. “Because you are sour sometimes but still beautiful.” You smiled up at him taking the candy before reaching up to kiss his cheek. “What was that for?”

“Just because I wanted to.” Oikawa wishes he could have your boldness at times, these were on of those times. This time you walked away hiding the blush similar to his.

—

Pink. Pink reminds me of the way you shy away from me, the blush on your face reminds me of pink, how pretty it is on your face form something so natural and simple as a compliment- Your secret admirer.

You walked into Oikawa’s room with the rose after school setting it on his desk, taking out your text books. You looked up seeing the flower you given him 5 days ago. “1 more day! I’m so excited.” You looked at him and pointed at the rose.

“You actually kept it?”

“Yeah, I did. I told you I loved it.” He sat next to you taking out his textbook. “Found your valentine yet? I see you have a pink one this time.”

“I do. It says it matches my blush. But no haven’t found them yet.” Oikawa looked at your sketchy before he leaned over centimeters from your face. A sudden warmth spread over you as you looked into his eyes he was so close, one jolt closer and you’d kiss.

“It does match it, so pretty.” His finger tips ghosted over your jaw as his eyes scanned every inch of your face before resting on your eyes. “So, so, pretty.” He rested his forehead with yours and you’d hope he couldn’t hear your heartbeat against your chest.

“Toru….” He pulled back looking at Heather as she stood at his door, you kept your gaze on him watching as he sheepishly smiled at her, as his hand now rested on your shoulder playing with the color of his sweater, wait his sweater, you forgot you grabbed his mistakenly this morning in a rush, your face turned redder at the memory.

“Need something Heather?”

“Your mom said dinner was ready, didn’t realize you had company.”

“Yeah, I do, we’ll be down shortly. Bye.” He turned his gaze to you and smirked. “Well now you’re turning red, hun. Penny for your thoughts.”

“Just… uh… you.”

“Oh?”

—

White, you stared at the beautiful white rose before looking at the note. Like you once said, this is how I see you too. The girl with a beautiful smile, who blushes so easily, you are so pretty when you do your happy dance, when you call me love my heart sworms for you. Your like a midnight drive with the windows down, and the music up. You are the sunset on a beach, a warm blanket and hot cocoa on a winter night, sunlight in the morning slipping through the blinds, you are alien movies lighting up my dark room. You are the feelings that make me feel alive multiplied more than a thousand times. - Oik.

Your eyes welled up with tears before looking up seeing Oikawa in front of you. “Oik… It was you all along?”

“Disappointed?”

“Never.”

“Heather kissed me earlier.” He blurted, you frowned eyebrows scrunched. “It didn’t feel right or anything. I only want to share my kisses with you.”

“Oik…” You looked up at him fondly stepping closer. “So I’m better?”

“Better than Heather?”

“Yeah.” He gently grabbed your face smiling.

“Darling, you’re better than everyone.” You smiled stepping on your tippy toes finally having the feeling of his lips on yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Be my valentine?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” You kissed him again feeling as if your on cloud nine, you brother wasn’t too keen to find out his best friend kissed his sister in the halls amongst people, but was glad you were happy and part of him was glad Oikawa was too, though he’d never admit it, he loved you both dearly.

[crushedsweets]

SUCKER suckerrrr snap out of it by arctic monkeys is sooo ninakate suckerr trust

i'm so ill. my hands shake and crack as i imagine ninakate living out their life. give me a moment to process. as per usual, im writing this as if i was planning out a one-shot song-fic.

someone remind me to do this with kill the director eventually

ok to begin. the song is from kates perspective to nina.. im imagining its after theyve had their weird little 'meaningless' kisses. IN THIS STORY, SHE KINDA LINGERS BACK TO JEFF ON AND OFF... also this is mostly sad theres barely a good ending im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry

nina is well integrated into the kate, clocky, toby, EJ friend group by this point. but every time she spends a few weeks trying to "work things out" with jeff, she's completely off in her own world. she withdraws from her friends, half cuz she's so focused on 'fixing' the doomed relationship and half cuz she's so embarrassed that she keeps going back and i think that shit is SOUL CRUSHING to kate. she hasn't had feelings for someone since . . . lauren . . . and she finally gets fragments of romance again, only for nina to constantly wander off after leading her on. also heavy on the 'fell in love, or near enough' cuz what nina and jeff has is not love 'i gotta tell you the truth' its eating kate alive. she doesnt really talk emotions and she never tells people what to do, but she just wants to scream bro.

i think toby, clocky, and ej have already exhausted themselves telling nina to give it up. EJ has tried gentle pieces of advice, clocky has bickered back and forth, and toby has outright screamed at nina to STOP GOING BACK TO HIM. and none of it did anything. but kate doesnt tell people what to do. the most she would do is raise a brow at nina and sigh and shake her head. i think this would eventually be a good bonding moment for kate and toby, where she confides in him about feeling like she missed her shot. toby tells her that she's never gonna 'miss her shot' ... especially w a girl as messy as nina...cuz evidently jeff did all that and still didnt miss HIS shot. LMFAO... but he'd encourage kate to get her shit together and just talk to nina about it. and for some reason nobody listens to tobys damn advice so kate just sits and waits.

ok this is just very straightforward. kate is constantly mulling over it and pissed and sad and bummed out. (oddly enough, tobys relieved to see her stressing over crushes instead of like.... being torn apart from the inside by a cryptic entity)

'it sounds like settling' down or givin' up, but it don't sound much like you, girl' OK i think this line works for kate AND nina.

toby would be saying something like this to kate. its kind of warped, cuz i think when kates in the chaser mode, she does not give up. she is persistent and she attacks with a goal. he's watched the chaser run to the brink of exhaustion, to the point where kate was bed ridden afterwards. SO WHY WOULD SHE GIVE UP ON SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS A GIRL ?!?!?!

and in turn, kate would be thinking this towards nina. settling down doesnt seem like nina. giving up is also not like nina cuz she is also quite persistent until feelings fade... which frustrates kate cuz she gets stuck in this loop of 'even if she were to leave jeff, why would she settle for me? why would she stay with me? there's no point in getting deeper into this'

kate would eventually have to snap, as stories go. grabbing nina and confessing, going on about how fucking dumb nina is being. honestly, kate would probably accidentally choke out things she heard from EJ, clocky, and toby all scolding nina... which would either upset nina, or feel like a full circle moment where FINALLYYYYY all the shit that she's been told all this time has come together. and finally she can be like oh.... this is really embarrassing for me...... also oh my god wait

the idea of kate writing nina a letter. oh my god. wait. GUSY WAIT FUCK KATE WRITING NINA A LETTER WAIT FUCK FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK KATE WRITES HER A LETTER THATS CANON NOW IM SORRY IM SORRY IMSORRY

[epepepepepepe]

FLASHING LIGHTS AND BRIGHT COLOURS WARNING

my android footage masterpiece (translation and very extensive yapping under the cut)

Very important translations:

Ja sa zabijem-im going to kms

dopiče/cikokos-fuck/shit/generic curseword

Tam je-there he is

Ahoj-hello

Ma jeblo do barikady- i got knocked into the fucking barricade

A príde tu- hes gonna come here

Poď sem- come here

cant sleep so im going to yap about my experience seeing bilmuri and sleep token live. This was the first concert i actually wanted to go to and my first time going alone (dont tell my mom). I still remember sitting in my room and getting the presale email, the stress of buying my ticket and the fucking elation when i managed to get one. Theyre my favourite band currently so safe to say i was screaming crying throwing up. As the date was getting closer and closer i started to lose my shit aka telling literally everyone i know, overthinking about every aspect of that day and torturing my roomate with lore (which she accepted with grace).

The day of i could not keep still. Like literally I decided to walk to the popup store (which took me like 30 minutes) because i had to do something with my body. Honestly i was not expecting to get the tour shirt but i stood in line for an hour and a half and even met a lovely girl to go to the concert with! Its so nice to have a physical reminder of my experience, especially since the prague design is so beautiful. Then i went home for a bit (emphasis on bit, i just inhaled my lunch and forced myself to sit for 15 minutes) but could not chill tf out so i decided to go to the venue.

One thing about sleep token fans, they are awesome people. It was amazing to see how excited everyone was for the concert: the beautiful makeup and outfits, they were exhanging gifts, everyone was smiling, just good vibes all around. Soon i was blessed by a projekt euclid sticker (you guys are awesome btw thank you) from a volunteer who was dressed like a member of the band, old mask and all. They were cool but spooked me at first because they just sort of teleported into my peripheral vision. We talked a bit about how fabric markers are a bitch to use lol

When the doors opened everyone cheered and people started running through the venue (security did NOT like it), which was a longer walk than i expected (we had to like go underground and stuff it was crazy). The thing i was most worried about was that i was not going to be able to see (im 160 cm in platforms) but i managed to secure a spot right in front of the catwalk. Like second row. And this sense of realisation set in that i was actually there, seeing my favourite band and not only was i going to be able to see, sleep token are gonna be RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

The venue was so nice, i think it was one of the smallest ones on the uk/eu tour so it still had the atmosphere of a medium-ish? size concert. The worst thing about that whole day was the waiting because time goes by sooo slow when youre thinking about it and checking your phone constantly. Holy fuck i didnt even get to the actual concert yet

Bilmuri: i did not know anything about the band prior but listened to some of their songs in preparation for the show and i have to say, theyre very cool. Polar opposite vibe to st but sooo fun to watch. And the songs are all bangers (my fave is the one about cranking your mf hog). The singer interacted with us a lot, he pointed to someone in the audience like every 5 seconds, the saxophonist was INCREDIBLE holy shit. There were a couple fun moments, like when someone threw him a shirt with an eagle and the us flag on it and he wore for one song and then had to throw it back because it was too tight lol, then they complimented the crowd (they said that we were louder than the germans fuck yeah) and during the last song i think he pointed at me cause i actually knew the words for once. All around they were very fun, im proud to be an honorary american yeehaw. Theyre gonna be back in prague next year and i def want to see them again!

Sleep token: by the time we were waiting for st i could feel the stress and excitement from everyone around me. I really have to give props to the crowd cause we cheered at every little thing lol. Like even when they took dow bilmuris banner and you could see the giant st logo. I was a bit worried about the fog because with the house lights on it was so thick you could barely see the back of the stage, but it was fine in the end. Now, before i went to the show i told myself i was going to have fun but be normal about it. Well as soon as the lights went down that went out the window. I kinda scared myself with how intensely i was screaming lol.

I mean what is theyre to say. Incredible. Everything from the performance ( vessels vocals, iis a drumming god, iiis whole vibe, ivs screams, the FUCKING ESPERA MY GOD they sing like angels) to the lights and lasers (sometimes i would just look at the lights and get lost in the moment, especially furing atlantic, the summoning and tmbte) the crowd (at least from my pov everyone was having so much fun and my god we were loud, also at points there were like 3-4 different moshpits, people were hanging onto vessels every word, i mean we were cheering and clapping at every little thing)……im just very grateful for this experince. Legit top 3 moments of my life so far

During (i think) the offering vessel came sauntering down the catwalk and maybe this is gonna sound weird, but i realised that they were real?? Because they are anonymous i just kinda saw them as the funny guys and girls in my phone up to that point. So im like holy shit hes in front of me hi (i think i actually said hi out loud) and THEN before the breakdown iii and iv came down the catwalk together and i lost my shit again. And again. And again. Thank god they dont speak my native language

Other notable moments: iii grabbed ivs face like they were going to kiss, i got startled by the elevator during chokehold, vessel had a um...moment with iv during his solo, vessel bowed like 50 times at the end and did a surprisingly correctly shaped heart, someone yelled COME ON VESSEL in czech at the start of ascencionsim, project euclid was a success at least from my pov (im never getting rid of that piece of green paper), walkaline on the catwalk, iii and vessels moment before the granite breakdown (bro needed NO help with the pit), the whole of atlantic

Im not gonna write about every single song because this post is already way too long but my god. Just thank you thank you thank you

PS: a week ago i posted an artwork of mine on here and i never got so many notes on a post so thank you so much!!!i will def post more st fanart in the future

[fallenkaplas]

mehar's playlist 1/5

for my megat/kahar peeps which songs do you think are the best for them? im trying to make a playlist for them :)) also wrote a little drabble for each of the songs

my songs for megat/kahar (mehar), 1/5:

wildflower - billie eilish

“things fall apart and time breaks your heart,

i wasn’t there, but i know

she was your girl, you showed her the world”

megat showed reza the world, and kahar knew this as he watched everything unfolded with his own eyes. but the betrayal had broken them apart.

“you fell out of love and you both let go

she was crying on my shoulder,

all i could do was hold her"

even though reza had been the one who betrayed him, reza is still human. he feels sadness, sorrow, pain. reza had to betray him because he wanted to pursue his father’s dream.

kahar knew reza and megat loved each other very much. they were inseparable, they were made for each other. two sides of the same coin. so why does kahar feel a sting in his heart?

“only made us closer until july

now i know that you love me

you dont need to remind me

i should put it all behind me

shouldnt i?”

many months later, kahar fell in love with megat, and they become a thing. this creates distance between him and his brother. megat will always show his public affection towards kahar whenever reza is around. kahar doesnt mind but--he really didn’t have to do that to piss off his brother.

“but i see her in the back of my mind

all the time

like a fever

like im burning alive

like a sign

did i cross the line?”

kahar doesnt know if loving megat was the right thing to do.

every time megat kisses him, he keeps thinking about his brother. how much hurt reza was going through when he knew about megat and kahar's closeness. his face keeps appearing, it keeps reminding him. these ugly thoughts.

he wished he didnt love megat.

he wished his brother didnt tell him he was worth nothing, again and again.

he doesn’t know if anything is right anymore. he just wanted to be loved.

“well good things dont last

and life move so fast

i’d never ask who was better

‘cause she couldnt be

more different from me”

when kahar was satisfying megat, whether intimate or sparring, megat would always said “god, you’re so much better than your fucking brother.” kahar would pause and looked at megat with his soft eyes.

why would you compare? he’s still my brother. he couldn’t have been that much different with me--he is my brother.

“you say no one knows you so well

but every time you touch me i just wonder how she felt

valentine’s day, crying at the hotel

i know you didnt mean to hurt me

so i kept it to myself”

megat would always say something like “no one knows me like you know me” while his lips on kahar’s neck, gripping his thighs.

but every time megat does this, kahar lets out a tear on the corner of his left eye, letting it stain his temple. he keeps being reminded of his brother, repeatedly.

he knows megat isnt trying to hurt him, but he will always see his brother at the back of his mind.

[idkimdyingitsnotaphase]

mini food for thought

so i cant sleep havent been able to sleep for two days so heres a mini rant about velvet goldmine. Because when your gay and depressed talk about velvet goldmine. The thing I never understood was why curt and Brian started fighting. Then it stuck out to me. Hear me out. They both have egos not like seriously its obvious. Usually when bands fight its creative differences this was just that. Also the fact that Brian needs to have control. Im sorry if he's someones favorite character im not saying he cant be. This is just my point of view not facts. Anyways Brian needed control over everyone . When they say the line when brian came into our lives it was clear. He basically changed everything and everyone around him. If they didnt fit his image he ditched them . Mandy is a example , literally he used her till he decided to throw her out. I don't think it was love. He saw her in the club where they met and knew she would have connections he did see her hanging out with a group of people. Also she knew jack who was maybe i dont know popular at the time. He saw her as connection. With curt its more like lust and kind of admiration. Admiration in a way because Curt could be confident and do stuff he couldnt do like afford to scream at the crowd to shut up while he sang. Brian got booed. So admiration in that way. Curt was the one who mistook it for love in all honesty . Be real with me. He thought it was love. At thought it was for fun then he started having feelings. Since thats brians trap/charm . In which brian put up his defense walls after it became not fun and more like work . Curt decided to leave since he was tired of Brians power trip. They were on equal footing then all of sudden Brians tries to control curt in which curt wont let him. Since Curt as more of a sense of person. Brian hides behind a persona even when he is still trying to get his footing and I think their fight reminded him of this. Mandy and Brians divorce was something of the start. Honestly I feel bad for her. She was just a girl who was supportive of everything he did. She wasn't a bad person by any means. She did anything brian said. He wanted popularity .So did she. Everyone screwed her over basically. Jack wasn't effected much by brian as brian was effect by jack tbh. Since Jack floated above it all. Arthur our main narrator. I feel like he was effected in a fan way. Like imagine the person you look up to is a bad person (not hard to do) Oh and you hear that from your other favorite idol. How great is that. I know he didnt directly say that but its implied. Brian I feel like was a victim to nobody but himself. He didnt have a sense of self he hid behind tommy stone, brian slade or maxwell demon its like he had no sense of self to begin with. I dont hate him since i know what its like to be self destructive it effects everyone around you. Diagnosis Brian is a narcissist listen im not a phycologist and this is a fictional character so Im not saying he has all the traits. Not saying this is offical im not the creator of the movie. im a dumb 20 year old. This was for fun. Yes this has been my direct analysis on Brian slade.

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Some of you have probably noticed that I havent made a liveblog post in a while. Well, thats because I usually read on the bus and during my classes and then I come home and summarize my thoughts on the 2-5 chapters I read after theyve marinated in my head for a little while, but unfortunately i appear to be incapacited at the moment so I cant do that. But because its been weeks and I dont wanna forget anything and I would very much like to finish this series soon, I'll try to read at home sometimes from now on. Since my brain is still a lil mush Im gonna do what I did for my last post, which is write down what Im thinking as Im reading instead of summarizing all my thoughts retroactively, except this time I have my german copy on hand so if I want to quote something it'll be a translation

Anyway, with all that said, welcome to my twisted mind, please enjoy my thoughts on A Court of Mist and Fury Chapters 40

Chapter 40

Ive been wanting to say this for a while now but i kept forgetting, but they translated 'winnowing' as 'den Wind spalten' ['splitting the wind'] and that is objectively so much cooler, shoutout to my gal Alexandra Ernst for that

Feyre being like "ugh, its so pathetic how these human guards think they could stand a chance against even one of us" hurts me so much you guys what have they done to my girl

Once again, its apparently perfectly fine if Rhysand doesnt tell Feyre anything "because she never asked" but if Tamlin doesnt tell her anything when she never asked hes the devil

Also once again, Feyre is perfectly not-triggered at Mor wearing a scarlet dress

Idk how to explain this, but Rhysand saying that Feyre is wearing a golden crown because "she looks so good with it, how could he not give her one" is somehow the perfect encapsulation of the hollowness of her High Lady title

Oh, of course three of the queens only showed up to watch the other two talk, itd be too hard to write dialogue if they actually participated in this important conversation

hello???? Feyre referring to humans as "your kind" ??? wth is going on

"every side bears some blame" hey rhysand ive got a question for ya. which side enslaved the other again

everytime the oldest queen does anything the prose feels the need to remind me of how old and wrinkly she is and its like, i get it, shes OLD

The oldest queen is spitting so hard rn, Im not even gonna question how they heard of the night court when Feyre, who lived closest to Prythian for many years, didnt know anything aout the individual courts prior to getting there herself, Im just gonna put her whole little monologue here: "Oh? [...] The High Lord of the Night Court asks that we join him so that we can save lives together? Fight for peace? And what about the lives that you have taken during your long, despicable existance? What about the High Lord who shrouds himself in darkness and destroys the mind of those who stand in his way? [...] We have heard of you on the continent, Rhysand. We have heard of what the Court of Night is capable of, what you do to your enemies. Peace? I wouldn't have thought that you - a man who enslaves the minds of others and kills them out of pure enjoyment - even know that word."

Anyway, she was spitting absolute bars and Feyre gets super mad about it and almost commits arson but manages to reign herself in and its like girlie, why are you so upset? one of the first things we find out about the night court in this book is that they apparently indiscriminately kill (or atleast torture) anyone who crosses the night court border without permission like theyre the fucking us government, i think the bad reputation is justified

Forgive me if I sound callous, but I have absolutely no sympathy for Rhysand flinching at the mention of Amarantha when Feyre didnt even use her name and is also talking about how she fucking DIED AT HER HANDS

God, I feel like I have something to say about every single line this post is gonna be like 10 thousand words long by the time Im done

So lets take it from the top; Feyre tries to convince the mortal queens to give them the half of the book by recounting to them how much everyone suffered under Amarantha and how she was gruesomely beaten to death and then revived, which is not a compelling argument to me, who actually witnessed all of that, much less these queens who have barely any context for anything shes saying right now

The oldest queen is like "you dont know anything about anything" which is true what the fuck does Feyre know about whats going on in the human world or even the fae world at large, and then Rhysand growls "dont you dare talk down to her!!" because shes passionate and speaking from the heart or whatever and its like, okay, shes still not good at politicking or even just basic negatioation and shes talking to a seasoned politician who old as fuck

Like, if Feyre was actually smart, she wouldve long since realized that she couldnt convince these queens to protect this little slip of land right up to prythians border and been like "okay, you dont wanna protect the land, but can you atleast organize an evacuation so you can atleast save the people" Sure, they definitely still wouldnt have agreed to that because its a sjm book and theyre written to be comically evil, but it would atleast demonstrate Feyre being a little savvy, because right now all we're getting is her being stupid and stubborn in a situation where she really cant afford that

god, im just now noticing how pissed off I am, its been bleeding into my commentary and its not gonna stop, Im sorry. wait no, if youre reading this youre probably looking for negativity, so youre welcome, actually

Anyway, Rhys also says that Feyre is a kindhearted soul looking out for people who cant defend themselves even though she definitely thought that those human guards were pathetic for wanting to defend themselves when she and the other fae were soooooo much more powerful and he definitely knows that because the mental bond is fully open during this meeting and he chastises the queens for being selfish and cowardly when its like, my brother in christ you are doing the exact same bullshit, but atleast the queens are defending a wholeass continent while hes defending one (1) city. and iirc that city ends up getting attacked and destroyed anyway so good job my guy

Theres something so oddly biblical about the story Mor is telling about Miriam, down to her name being Miriam

That island thats removed from time is such bullshit istg

Is it just me or have these bozos not actually explained what they even need the other half of the book for. theyre just like "we need to stop this war and we'd like peace between humans and fae" and its like cool, hows the book gonna help with that though

im sorry, feyre wants to punch that old woman in the face????

the chapter ends with Elain being like "I hope they burn in hell" and i get that, they just straight up said that they want to abandon a whole bunch of people (them included) to die if a war breaks out, but you cant say that the night court girlies are not also at fault for being so fucking bad at politics

[neoarchipelago]

tw for rape and sorta mentions of suicide (just basically saying kys in context ) for those very sensitive or triggered by these!!

but like i went through all the posts i could find and they never said anything bad about non con or dubcon she said rape fics were bad- and the point of her being a “hypocrite” for writing dubcon confuses me as why would someone who didnt support that stuff write it? it doesn’t make sense to me. i understand not liking her point on the kys bit but you guys got really hung up on it and completely missed the point of it about literal rape being romanticized and used as a fetish, not noncon and the likes used as a coping mechanism. it breaks my heart to see especially from people i supported and enjoyed a lot and got me into this community supporting rape. ive dealt with lots of sexual assults and have been raped myself a few times starting from a young age and let me tell you, its horrible. me and my boyfriend do get quite rough at times and do indulge in things like noncon- something that is used to cope and can help- and it is so much different than actually being raped. if you like it rough and dirty trust me girl i completely get it but actually being raped is the most demeaning, violating, and live devastating things that can happen- not to mention the other physical side affects of it. not trying to spread hate, maybe i should be for supporting it, but im more just sad? like seeing a community im so into and my biggest comfort character ( who also has dealt with rape) supporting and defending it all just feels like a betrayal and so debilitating. so many of my safe spaces have been ruined in a physical and metaphysical sense and it just reminds me of the sa when i was a teenager and other boys on my team (i was raped and abused by multiple wrestlers as i was the only girl in the sport in a very large state wide tournament hosted by my school) joking about it and making it not serious not taking me serious and sexualizing the whole situation and thinking i was lucky for a chick. just sickening and heartbreaking to see and the worst throwback thursday ever.

Hi love. First of all, I'm truly sorry of what happened to you. No one should ever have to go through that and you are truly amazingly strong.

Thank you for sharing your point through respect and calm.

I'd like to throw you back to this essay that explains my point of view here. Of course, it's understandable if you don't accept it. I'm not here to convince anyone on this. This is sharing a point of view.

Here, hoping that you fully understand.

This will however be the last time I'll debate on this subject, further comment or anons will simply get a copy paste.

THIS CONTAINS SA , SH AND SEXUAL CONTENT, BE CAREFUL

I- dub-con, non-con and CNC kink in fiction.

A- the place of these themes in fiction and how it separated from reality.

I think the line has to be drawn. A line people seem to forget too easily. Obviously, rape is a horrible thing. This fact has never been refuted in any fics or novels or books. No writer will ever tell you, ‘rape is awesome and soooo romantic’.

Fiction is absolutely fiction. We are aware of it. There's a big difference. This obviously something readers choose to read being aware of fiction. Being aware that the real thing is horrible. Warnings and tags are always there to avoid readers unaware of it.

B- the differences with other themes

One thing I've been asked is what kind of difference writing rape is from writing dub-con or even pedophilia?

On dub-con, the line is blurred. Softer, protagonist may be in a path where the sexual action is wanted but blocked by the mind or pushed to it by the other protagonist, forcing their own need to give in. It is still seen as rape as consent is not fully given. There's not much difference from non-con. Writers usually use this tag to avoid any triggers to people.

For pedophilia, let's see this in a more details. I think we can all agree that all these themes, dub-con, CNC, non con, always involve adults. Whatever it is the kink, or in stories, it’s adults. Adults who are aware of what sex is and what this kink it. Children should never be near any of those themes. It's not about kinks anymore, children don't have kinks.

II- the reality of voicing your opinion on internet

A- SA victims and SH victims, sexual shame

Now there's something we need to talk about. Writing theses themes are used by many as a coming mechanism. SA victims may often use these writings to help the aftermath of these events in their own life.

In the kink itself it's something that obviously causes a lot of shame towards people who are not part of it. But many things need to be said. It's a need for a control of a situation that is dangerous and traumatizing. It's a sign of truth with your partner. Fiction is a way to live that fantasy in full safety as they are clearly aware of the truth of that situation in real life.

Now the thing that has started this whole conversation was the ‘don’t forget to tell rape kink writers to off themselves’.

It is not a small detail. Not at all!

This is where fiction is separated from reality. You are telling a real person to commit a real act that could lead to fatal consequences.

Obviously I think we’re all aware that many people on this website suffer from depression, self harm tendencies and bullying. I do too. Your words matter. Trust me. We’ve seen it with Inquisitor’s death while a live TikTok.

Many other tiktokers who had helped not only spread rumors but bully the creator only realized their mistake once he killed himself.

This is a no turn back situation.

Do you think you have the guts to wake up in the morning, knowing someone killed themselves because they wrote something you were against? That you are the reason they died? Their families are grieving?

You can find an article on the CNC kink here:

-https://www.choosingtherapy.com/consensual-non-consent/

B- respect even through anger

We have established one thing. The internet is a wild, free universe. Anyone can say or write or post whatever they want.

You are free to voice out your opinion, anger amongst these binary and servers. But one thing that is not ok is the way you say it.

A point doesn't need to be full of hate or threats to be said. Especially when serious consequences could be blown by it.

Everyone has their opinion, things they don't like. You are free to avoid tags, not read, block people. Protect yourself first. But attacking isn't protecting yourself. You’re simply causing another kind of harm.

People need to own up to their words and actions.

If you tell someone to kill themselves, it's horrible. It's an actual crime. A full crime.

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Ok so, I was gonna do my thoughts on the new episode Yesterday, but I'm running on little sleep and just .. procesing lol but I I'll share some stuff now~

I gotta start by personality thanking Weiss for keeping me just barely out of the total depression zone after this episode lol I don't know where I would be if she wasn't around being silly and annoyed at everything lol she really made things better for all of us

That said she also really needs to talk about her problems. They all need it. But damn, I almost forgot that yes, this child lost her whole kingdom and doesn't even know if her family made it ok to Vaccuo. God Remnant is a mess!

I also have to thank Little for being adorable and making my life better lol seriously that 'I always wanted to Be Long, but I'm still just small' lives rent free in my head and I love it lol one of my highlights of the episode.

Bees!!! There were some of the best bees we've ever had!!! And we've had soany great moments before! But seriously, you can taste the happiness on Blake's tone!!! You can see the love in her eyes! And you can also feel the excitement and happiness from both Barb and Arryn and all of crwby on that whole scene! They've worked so hard for this! And it's finally happening!

Also loving the bi and lesbian colored flowers on that scene <3 I love how much crwby does to point to Blake as bi specially, ni characters ar often ignored/missclassified for the relationship they get into and I hate that. Blake's our Bi-Icon and she always will be

I didn't knew I needed Blake doing puns in my life lol but God it was glorious! Also it reminded me of that time Arryn said that she had troible voicing chibiBlake because 'Blake is so...not funny!' that she didnt know how to deliver the lines lol glad to see Blake's character growth, she deserves nothing less, and Arryn is killing it with the voice acting!

Speaking of voice Acting: Lindsay!!! OMG I've always been a huge fan of them as Ruby's voice actor, but theyre really stepping up their game this season! Hearing Ruby's voice being so devoided of emotion Is so painful to hear and Lindsay just sells it! 💔

Ruby has lost so, so much, and she hasn't even had time to mourn or just process... I feel like the moment when she saw the sword and broke was the moment she finally really understood that Penny was gone again... Like, I feel a part of her was still denying it, she wouldn't adress it directly or even accept to talk about It... But I mean, she isn't really talking about anything...

So maybe I'm just proyecting I guess

So it's official that emotions have an effect on Ever After's weather. The guards said that someone was purposefully ruining the king's birthday by making it rain. Yikes, this Is gonna get hard to watch... *Hugs Ruby*

I saw someone talk about The scene where Alice creates a flood with her tears and... Yeah, I can see that happening once Ruby finally reaches her límit. I'm so not ready

I had been sad for most of this episode, but Ruby's eulogy? I have not recovered. I don't think I ever will 😭😭😭😭😭 Penny deserved so much better.

Also as much as I would love to have Penny back again and for good... I think this chapter really made me feel like it's over with her, I'm not ok with it, but 'ces't la vie, right?

The girls asking Ruby is she's really ok with giving up the sword 😭😭 they all knew how important and special Penny was for Ruby and viceversa.

Ruby is definitely keeping that Sword tho, it's not even a question not just because of the tráiler (that I didn't watch but I've seen mentioned lol). According to Blake Alyx knew the object she was looking for because her heart told her and don't get me started on how much this says about Penny and Ruby's relationship 😭 you don't feel a pull on your heart for just about anyone! So that means Penny's Sword is the equivalent of Alyx's knife.

Also, I feel like Ruby will take the sword with her when they leave. Maybe as a second weapon, maybe she'll combine Crescent Rose with it like Jaune did with Pyrrha's armor

And Blake with the gold bit on Gambol Shroud but... Don't get me started on that I was honestly so disapointed on that after seeing the many cool designs the fandom had made lol

Anyways, I think it's important that Ruby felt the pull to the sword but Yang didn't really feel it towards her arm that is literally a part of herself.

The prices are so fascinating too and I think they're important on this point, but I linda want to make a separate post to talk about that because I have a lot to say lol. But the point is, the sword is Alyx's knife, that's gonna be important.

To end on a happy note: I'm never getting over Weiss hitting herself with the rock lol amazing, spectacular, perfect in every way.

And so, I think it's my time to go! I can't believe we're just two episodes in and things are already this good! And terrible! :D next saturday cannot come soom enough!

Next chapter: Ruby chanels her inner Beth Harmon, Lets wish her luck!

[floosies]

Break It To Me Gently

steve harrington x poc!fem

warnings: angst, heart break

(this was gonna be more of a blurb but i got a bit carried away. its night and i ponder too much, blame brenda lee. possiblity for a happy ending idk im thinking)

they say the daughter of the man takes the karmic grunt of his mistakes, but when the man has only a son who else is left to carry the burden?

but steve was no saint, his plethora of sin was legendary itself and with it grew his list of grievances but none more painful than the love he lost after nancy broke his heart.

the girl who somehow mended him in his last couple of months of school. who made it bareable to walk the halls of hawkins high. to anyone else she was no one special, but to him in those months she was everything.

soothing a heart she didnt break. winning the boy but at the cost of having to hear how badly he was hurt. sure to anyone who heard the story she was simply a rebound, but even forgotten history is still history; and that was something they shared.

he held her hand, planted her first kiss, and posed for their elemantry graduation photo together all those years ago. never the courageous one, she watched him become the socialite she never could be. she wondered if he even remembered what they'd once shared so long ago.

when the word spread of his heartbreak, of his fall from grace, she couldnt hold onto whatever anger she had once felt. it all became pity and despite it, he wanted it. pity and sympathy, her touch, her kiss, her words all sweet nothings that eased his pain.

and maybe deep down she knew it wouldn't last. that his love was conditional at best, but those last few months, those secret meet ups and phone calls they were everything. but little by little it happened, it started slipping away. the last time she held him was the night before graduation. she knew it was over then, he didnt have to say it for her to know. with a final strong hug she released him from her way.

all her memories of this stayed in her head, and some pictures she swore never to show anyone else. it was the sweetest, cruelest, and most passionate love; and she knew it was never going to happen again.

not willing to ache she left not long before the summer could begin. the idea of going to a far away college somewhere on the east coast was the only sollace in her heartbroken misery. though she knew better, she couldnt stop herself from writing him her parting words. sending out one final adminace that she'd loved him from the start. their childhood photo folded into the letter left as a goodbye gift. in her mind he would probably just leave the card in his desk but never risk opening it out of fear of feelings or admittance that he had truly done it.

in reality, he opened it as soon as he saw it. somewhere deep down inside, he knew he had played with her heart. that she was far too kind. after everything he'd been through he should have treated her kindly, but ego still bruised he denied himself from truly being a better man.

the letter like the final blow, proved that despite his sunken feeling of being unloveable, someone had always loved him. truly loved him, missed him, and he denied it. maybe not physically, but he should have cherished her presence for what she represented more anything else. their picture only added to the pain he couldnt take from her.

the summer was cruel, while she went away living her dream, his were torn at and made a mockery. this sin was being paid, but yet the ache for reconiliation was all too real in his former heart of stone. he wanted to find anyone who could replace his guilt, his shame, instead he found robin who was somehow sent to further remind him of his sins.

was it wrong, was this crossing a line? possibly. but after the blood he spilled in that mall dried on his face he needed the warmth he had pushed away. once the directory operator transferred his call to her dorm his heart raced with hope. then it happened, when her voice softly spoke.

"hello?" his heart wavered, the fear once more there. he couldnt let this happen again

as best he could he tried to sound as his old self, "i missed you. I'm sorry I-" her voice suddenly cold, "don't. Please don't." The phone clicked, the line now dead, but he couldnt bring himself to remove it from his ear. he didnt know when the tears began or ended but they coaxed him into his sleep.