#they need to stay away from women fr

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Hi guys srry for dipping for 20 million yrss. I got a new hyperfixation

(I still like dsmp im just autistic)

Bonus muffet

[miraofhearts2point0]

genuinely was so shocked when I looked around fandom tags and saw how grossly people talked about heiya, I was fully convinced I had names mixed up because?? huh?? the takes people had about her were insane.

the way they were straight up calling her Niragi bc she....is hypersexual???? the only similarities between them is they are mentally ill and had shitty upbringings.

imo, Heiya is the perfect example of sex differences in upbringings bc why was she forced to suffer alone while Niragi made it everyone else's problem???

the adap writers did her sooo dirty too bc God Forbid a woman has any sexual urges af all. #noticing how they made Shibuki seem extremely manipulative toward Chota and Heiya attempt to SA someone (despite beimg a rape survivor?) when the two of them were the only women who initiated sex in the manga, but outright cut out the Arisu/Usagi sex scene when, technically, Usagi should be equally as demonized for engaging in such scandalous behavior. but that wouldn't fit the "perfect angel saint" image everyone has of her (which is an issue on its own bc that's literally just how Niragi sees her...aka her aggressor?? whatever)

it's so infuriating can people treat female characters with the same level of complexity and care as they do male characters im begging

[afterglowsainz]

we used to have more | oscar piastri

part 2 part 3 part 4

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: while working as community manager in formula 1 you have to follow a rule of no fraternization with the drivers, which keeps you and oscar from being together

fc: different girls from pinterest

warnings: some characters have names (because there’s only so many y/f/n that i can use), some mentions of oscar’s girlfriend as her ex

a/n: so i have this one shot called guilty as sin? (that you should totally go read) and i’ve been thinking about expanding on it a little because i keep getting ideas around the same concept so welcome to an au version of my own fic in smau format, enjoy!

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yourusername another season, another year of trying to make f1 fun for the girlies🎀

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f1gossip mclaren’s oscar piastri was seen this weekend next to y/n y/l/n (the community manager of f1 social media) on different occasions. the people who sent us the videos said that oscar was the one that looked for her and approached her every time

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username he. approached. her. every. time.

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username i love y/n and oscar separately, together …. uhmmm

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oscarpiastri back to my roots in baku 🏎

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f1gossip mclaren’s oscar piastri was seen this weekend with his ex girlfriend at the paddock together, emerging rumors of possibly getting back together after six months of breaking up

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username not again

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username guys leave him alone he’s competing for the trophy of who can get back with their ex the most times

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[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

also my advice to my fellow trans women nearly 5 years into my transition:

stop smoking/vaping (nicotine). im so fr. it will cancel out your E if you're taking it orally. i wasted like 3 years of E on my nicotine addiction. the minute i stopped smoking my cup size went up like 2 letters lol. i know cigarettes are hot but its not worth it

eat regularly and eat a lot of fatty foods. boobs need calories to grow babygirl

stay the fuck away from spiro and go on bica if you have to be on a blocker (i personally am team monotherapy but obvi ymmv. do what works. spiro doesnt)

go on progesterone. it rules 👍🏽

[yanderefarm]

I need us pretending/threatening Emil with a divorce even after saying we wouldn’t 🙏🙏

this is a part 2 to this story

in your villain arc fr. i know if emil knew how you were manipulating him and playing him like a puppet he wouldn't even be mad he'd be like "thats hot wtf"

cw;; drugging, cheating, non-con (implied), abuse, manipulation

oh your poor husband, he's so pathetic and easy to break.

after your brutal breaking of his body with the cheating scandal you had been oh so generous to help him rebuild his all his lost favour. his ever loving husband who loved him past his worst flaws gave him a better reputation just by staying by his side. all he had to do was give into you, take you places, stop holding you at arms length like he was afraid of you running away and getting close to him at the same time. really all you wanted was more of his love and if that meant you had to break him down to nothing then you guess that's what you would do.

you walked into his office to find him surrounded by people, a familiar sight since his last scandal. you pushed past them to his desk, watching emil flinch away from your presence. you didn't need to yell and get angry this time, you knew exactly how to break him.

"i want a divorce."

you placed the newspaper on the desk to punctuate your sentence, the headline was a young noble woman's testimony of how the king had cornered her at the last royal banquet. another lie you had paid a pretty penny to get out there. you knew emil's head had been fuzzy since the last scandal, all it took was hiring a woman from a family desperate for money to force herself on him and then lie about it. he didn't even remember the night, he couldn't argue with you about it.

you heard his pathetic sob. that sound he would never usually make in front of anyone else. you turned back to see him still surrounded by his advisors and other noblemen but among their shocked faces you could see your husband had tears in his eyes.

"out." you ordered and they very quickly filed out leaving you two in a familiar position.

you walked back to the desk and stared down at him. your husband, already a broken and confused mess, hung his head like a kicked puppy dog so you couldn't see his eyes you could only hear him crying. you let out a heavy sigh.

"what am I supposed to do, emil? you clearly don't love me."

"that's not-"

"how many more women do i have to find out about before you admit it?"

"i don't remember that night... i don't think- i-"

a silence formed between you both only interrupted by his crying.

"i remember that night. i remember you left the party early to get some fresh air and you didn't come back."

he was shaking.

"..... if you had just talked to me we could have come to an agreement about concubines. if you didn't want to be with a man all you had to do was tell me. you don't have to keep humiliating me publicly and then lying about it."

"im not ly-"

you slammed your hands on the table making him flinch.

"you are. you're lying to me. you slept with the maid and then you lied about it and i forgave you. i forgave you because i thought you would learn your lesson."

"please... please punish me again please anything else... kill me, torture me, hate me, anything but leaving me..." he finally looked at you and you could see his pink eyes were cloudy and confused as tears dripped down his face.

".... that's pathetic emil. you want me to beat you but..." you forced your own tears along with your voice cracking. "you can't even say you love me."

emil tried to stand up, stumbling against the desk as his legs wobbled underneath him.

"don't leave me. please." his hand weakly grabbed your wrist

"do you love me?"

"yes."

"how am i supposed to trust that? how am i supposed to trust you? can you even say it? can you tell me you love me?"

"i...i...."

you ripped your hand away from him making him stumble again.

"I'm going to get the divorce papers ready. you're going to sign them."

you turned on your heel and left your husband sobbing in his office.

your plan to make the great emil landorr your mindbroken bitch was going along perfectly. it was going to be harder to drug him when you moved into the queen's palace but you were confident that the separation would drive him just as crazy.

[randomcryptid]

They are haunting me, I need them to fall in love and then have a divorce arc.

Yapping below👇

There are multiple ways I could set up for them to start dating .

Politics (truce?)

Young Ink sneaking into dreamtale to give them a childhood friends story line.

(I could imagine the reunion similar to the nowhere king and the women. Where dreamtale was one of the first au's made and ink really wanted to learn more about people and emotions and decided to sneak in while telling themselves it's fine as long as it doesn't affect the story. And nightmare slowly gets to know some one who doesn't hate him on sight and dream gets a friend who isn't just here to moch off his good vibes. I like to think ink slips sometimes and accidentally tells the twins about au's but not his job and nightmare starts planning to run away from dreamtale but wants to convince dream to go with them. Ink for some reason or another (punishment for interfering with a story too much) gets locked out of dreamtale during the apple incident but manages to take dreams statute (I like to think he looks more like petrified trees then stone) and keeps him safe in the doodle sphere. While nightmare tries to get out of dreamtale but can't control his powers so he just rampages but eventually manages to get out but only to extremely negative au's (horrortale , ect) and slowly starts making a name for himself as he looks for his brother and ink , who he has no idea is the protector of the multiverse. And doesn't find out for a while since all his information is so outdated and few people knew ink when he was younger. I also think these events would make ink very afraid of interfering with au's and getting to know people. I imagine when dream gets out? Unpetrifies? he wants to return to dreamtale but finds out he can't go in since it's so negative (nightmares doing) and eventually makes a team to try and fix the emotional balance but I don't think ink would join him (which would be a point of tension between them , which would be even greater since I imagine ink lets dream stay in the doodle sphere since he feels guilty thinking he messed up this guy's life. I also like the thought of error and inks fighting being softer like because ink can't get upset that error is out here destroying worlds since he's like I did that too on accident ,maybe I can convince to do something more productive. Ink meeting error he's just like me fr but unlike me I think he deserves a chance because he has an actual soul and not just a job description)

OR

I like the idea of an ink who is aware of the multiverse and is like ?!?! That would be entertaining only to get invested in the relationship and slowly get uncomfortable with the closeness a relationship brings. I could see nightmare agreeing to be in a relationship either due to his ego or he wants to use this to his advantage. Till nightmare gets comfortable with their relationship thinking this guy gets me while ink internally is freaking out eventually leading to them arguing. (Divorce arc) And now they try to avoid each other but keep running into each other due to reasons (I haven't decided)

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Dating Shuri Udaku Headcanons

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Toxic!Shuri, Angst and Smut since yall nasty asf

Summary/Request: I got so many requests for an update so here it is!

Word Count: 1k words

Author’s Note: I decided to make her mean since you hoes wanna be treated like shit or whatever. I'm getting back into my groove with this one for sure. 18+ MDNI fr or imma beat yall ass. NEED MORE SHURI GIFS WTH

Taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @theblacksuccubus @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @theblacksuccubus @cherios @shuris-whore @nut4shuri @gaspyghosttt @elliesdinosauar @idkhersposts @ziayamikaelson @trinthebean @sleepingnova @yunhofingers

Credits: @anitalenia for the super cute dividers get into itttt

Fluff 

Cooks breakfast for you every morning after the two of you have sweet and reckless nights together 

Loves getting the two of you matching sets of grillz. Gold, silver, diamond studded. It doesn't matter

Brings you alongside her for all of her council meetings as she truly values your opinion and wants you to be involved and know your role in leading the nation with her

Has a throne for you next to hers 

Trains you with the Dora because she doesn’t want what happened last time with Namor to ever repeat itself

Buys you whatever you want right off each and every runway during all the major Fashion Week shows

Always get the biggest section when y’all got out and you betta be shaking that ass cause she gon be throwing them bills babyyyy

The amount of decorated hotel rooms you get from her is ridiculoussss. She’ll decorate a whole hotel for you just because she loved seeing your smile in the morning.

Always has her hand in yours no matter what the two of you are doing. Even hold your hand while you two brush your teeth

Never breaks eye contact with you while the two of you are speaking

Has more that 100 nicknames for you

Toxic/Angsty 

Purposely starts arguments with you because it turns her on to see you riled up and she can’t stop thinking about you putting her back in her place

Used a bit too much of her strength on you during training and you had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. She locked herself in her room and couldn’t even stand to look at you when you were released. 

Sometimes she lacks empathy because she believes she’s gone through the worse shit. She definitely gaslights you sometimes and walks away if you complain to her about having family issues

“Wow. It’s so sad you argue with your mom everyday. Where’s mine? Oh yea right. I’m done listening”

Tries to deny that she felt anything for RiRi but will constantly talk about how beautiful she is just to get you jealous. You end up beating her ass bc wtf

One of those lesbians that doesn't like when you talk to other women bc why the fuck would you?

Will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that you aren’t more important than her work and you should just leave her alone and spend the money she gives you. She sent 2 mil to your account while you stormed out of the lab

She’ll deny you sex because she didn’t like the way you spoke to the Dora earlier that morning. You said hi 

She sometimes embarrassed by the lack of strength you have. Like tighten up tf

“Can you stop touching me? Even the Dora don’t smother me this much.”

Hates when you constantly run your hands through her hair like she didn’t just get it done

Kisses her teeth when you try to shake your ass and it doesn’t move the way she want it too

“Try harder maybe? Ugh just stop actually. You look cringe doing that” LIKE WHERE'S YOUR ASS MA'AM????

Smut

Shuri likes when you eat her pussy with her panther suit on. Yes. That part is cut out 

She has different grillz for eating your pussy and then ones for eating you ass— SHE A BOTTOMFEEDAAAA

Shuri loves pressing her kimoyo beads against your clit and sending intense vibrations there. Rose toy who???

She eats your pussy at night sometimes because if you look hard enough while she’s making your head spin, her inner bottom lip glows softly with her vibranium tattoo, being the only source of light in the room

LOVES WHEN YOU DRILL HER SHIT TO THE POINT THAT SHE CANT BREATHE AND TRIES TO GRASP AROUND BUT SHE CANT BC THE VIBRANIUM CUFFS TOO STRONG EVEN FOR HER SO SHE HAS TO BEG YOU TO RELEASE HER EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS YOU WON’T AHHH

Can literally eat you out for hours and against your (consented) will, she definitely does

RIDES YOU IN THE NASTIEST SLOPPIEST WAY LIKE SHE LOVES SEEING YALL CREAM MIX AND IS OBSESSED WITH HOW STICKY SHE IS AND HOW MUCH STICKIER YOU ARE UGH SHE PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST YOUR AS IF SHE CAN GO INSIDE YOU BYEEEEEEE

SHE AINT NO FAKE GAY NO MA’AM

Wakes you up most mornings with her lips sucking and teasing your breast bc babe she can’t get enough

BOTTOM!SHURI LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON THE THRONE AND SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF CUM OVER AND OVER RIDING YOUR THIGH WHILE YOU SIT ON HER THRONE OH WOW

SHE WHINES SO MUCH AND IS NOT QUIET AT ALL. Constantly getting complaints from everyone in the palace

Likes getting her ass devoured. SORRY NOT SORRY 

Kissing you alone get her wetter than river Niger omgggg (I’m African and this how we say it PLS)

Constantly talking you through EVERYTHING she does to you

“You take my fingers so well”

“Hmm, you know I love when you squeeze around me like that. Fuck, do that again.” (THE WAY SHE ROLLS HER R’S UGHHH)

“Please, I can’t take it. I-I… Fuck you feel so good. Don’t stop fucking me, put me in my place”

Never breaks eye contact with you when she’s drilling the shit out of you 

LOVES WHEN YOU FUCK HER FACE WITH ALL THE STRAPS SHES MADE IN THE LAB

Literally she’ll be in the lab with her goggles on with all her tools scattered all of the table and gets wet picturing you standing over her and using her mouth like a toy OMG

Loves when you tie her up with pink and purple ribbons and stuff her mouth with your panties BYE

LIKES BEING BLINDFOLDED AND WEARING FLUFFY EARMUFFS SO YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HER AND GIVING YOU FULL CONTROL

WHITE FLUFFY EARMUFFS WITH PINK RIBBONS AND HER CURLY HAIR SHAKING AROUND EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HCs: Ken meeting a Human!Fem!Reader who owns a ranch

Wanted to write something for this movie bc it’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past two days. So enjoy, lovelies! 

I’m taking requests for this movie so don’t be shy <3 

[SPOILERS AHEAD]

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After going back to the Real World to find a purpose for himself, Ken runs into you, a country girl who left the Mattel company to take care of your ranch.

You just stopped in the city to find new outfits..and instead found him rollerblading through the park, immediately recognizing him as a Ken.

You may not be in the company anymore but you just knew (especially with his vibrant outfit giving it away).

You two hit it off right away and eventually you go shopping together.

He gets a new cowboy outfit and is bashful when you pay for it (to which you reply that you..really didn’t have a choice in the matter, as he had no money).

He’s like “ohh that happened before when I was with Barbie..we got arrested for the second time that day :D”

You’re very concerned and decide that he should stick with you from now on (not that anyone at Mattel would ever care about a Ken running around to begin with...you just didn’t wanna have to bail him out of jail).

On the truck ride back to your home, you mentioned owning a ranch and Ken’s in a w e

You tell him more about it, and he’s so intrigued and can’t stop staring at you the entire time, especially as you go on about how a lot of women in your world are cowgirls and how they aren’t represented enough.

He bluntly states that he once believed “patriarchy” was all about the horses and you nearly laughed, but he seemed sad about it, so you assure him if he wanted to see horses, he made the right decision coming with you.

You introduce him to one of your favorite steeds and he’s SO overjoyed to actually see one in person. Like petting its mane and asking dozens of questions like an excited kid.

“Are you sure Barbieland didn’t have any horses of their own?”

“No, we just have the ones on sticks and our imaginations.” He pouts, mimicking the way he rode invisible horses with his hands. “But this? This is WAY cooler!!”

He tries mounting your horse, envisioning himself riding off into the sunset, free as a bird while shouting “yeehaw” at the top of his lungs-

Only for it to rear its head up and nearly stomp on his foot, with you having to calm it down as he snaps back to reality, looking utterly distraught and stressed over upsetting it.

“Alrighty. Ken. If you wanna ride a horse..the first step is earning its respect. Thought you would’ve learned about that in those books....but if you’ll let me, I’ll show you how to properly mount one. Luckily this one here’s accustomed to double riders.”

His face lights up and he listens to every instruction you give him, from placing the saddle on its back to climbing on, and finally how to control the direction he wants it to go.

For this one time, however, you take the reins and let him sit behind you, hugging you a bit too tightly for your liking, but you allow it as you show him around the rest of your ranch.

He just likes the closeness fr and you.

By the time the day’s over, your horse got better acquainted with Ken and let him ride around for a little while before you gotta put it in the stable for the night.

Before he could worry about where he was gonna go, you tell him he can stay with you as long as he wants.

He’s so happy he just,,,,breaks down ugly crying into your arms.

Though he quickly apologizes, admitting he’s still getting used to crying freely and being more emotional and-

“It’s okay, Ken.” You reassure him. “We need more guys like that around here who ain’t afraid to shed a tear or two.”

“Th-Thanks...Barbie told me it’s an amazing feeling. And honestly..it kinda is.”

After that small heart-to-heart talk, he gifts you his horseshoe necklace as a sign of his appreciation, that dopey grin returning to his face when you take it and wear it right away.

Yeah, you’ve only met each other for a day and he’s smitten the moment you started treated him as an equal. You let him have his own room, bed, wardrobe, etc. (and in time he'll have his own horse too).

All you ask is that he helps you manage the ranch, but at this point he’s willing to do anything for you now.

Finally, he realizes this was his dream all along.

One that Barbieland couldn't provide, but that was alright.

Patriarchy is overrated, anyways. This was all he wanted.

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The Almost Breakup

note: short but i'm happy with it

also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3

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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute

icarly_: Isla is so pretty

Metalhead_: she's such a slut

13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!

im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era

y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!

for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable

CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.

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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.

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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..

princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla

anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding

munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world

y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson

philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross

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Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will. 

Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids. 

“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.

“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.

“Why not?”

“Isla-”

“Can you ask-”

“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool. 

“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.

“Leo, we're not talking about this.”

“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”

“Leo. I ca-”

“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.” 

Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?

“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”

“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.

-

Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety. 

Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that. 

Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”

At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.

“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”

“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers. 

“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”

Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.

“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.

“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.

“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek. 

“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.

“I love you too.”

“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.

“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”

“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”

“Of course, he did a great job.”

“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”

“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.” 

-

“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll take you.”

The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it. 

“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.

“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.

“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”

“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.

~taglist~

@whoscamila @mystargirl-interlude @creoleguurl @witchwolflea @kissmejoey @taylorswiftsloverfr @random000000sblog

[1-jar-of-stars]

Eurovision (I thought y'all was boycotting that shit because of how it has spent YEARS siding with Azerbaijan and Israel, perpetuators of on-going genocide) and The Met Gala (a glorified fashion show that is genuinely just a display of celebrity from the upper class) are trending in the number 2 and 3 spots on Tumblr at the time of me typing this. Where is the fucking noise about Eurovision taking focus off of Palestine? Why are there people in the tags still watching that show?? And The Met Gala is trending, as it does every single year. But that's CERTAINLY not being called out for taking focus off of Palestine. I've seen bloggers talk about how the Met was their ''little treat'' to distract from the on-going horrors, but Kendrick murdering Aubrey (exposing him as a child predator who associates with documented sex offenders) is somehow '''taking focus away from Palestine'''? Why is it that you think this is different from the Met doing the same thing? And why are they not acknowledging the severity of what's being discussed here (which is why it took so many tracks to fully level the accusations) and instead treating it like some superficial cat fight between rich people. If anything should be treated like superficial celebrity nonsense, it's The Meta Gala.

One is honestly an unimportant showing, the other is a Pulitzer Prize holder exposing damning secrets and sickening allegations against someone with a track record of being inappropriate with women and minors. But as soon as the '''beef''' escaped containment on Black Tumblr, everybody and their colonizing mamas wanted to come out the woodwork and 1.) talk about shit they know nothing about because they don't fuck with black music and 2.) act like this ''beef'' is just ''millionaires angrily writing at each other'' and not someone FINALLY addressing the years of verifiable allegations of misconduct on someone who is a culture vulture imitating the worst parts of black american lifestyle. ''They Not Like Us''? More like ''This Shit's Not For You''. Not only are they talking out the side of their neck up and down the tags, they're being racist as hell about it. If you don't know enough to treat this shit with the gravity it deserves AS AN OUTSIDER LOOKING IN, you need to shut up and sit down. Too many people on the ''white fujoshi website'' have unacknowledged and unpacked racism that bleeds over into everything they interact with and it's SO damn tiring to see.

Either give the same grace to this as you're giving to the Met Gala and whatever week-long trends on Tumblr that have appeared over the past 8 months, or stay out of black business. Period. I'm ready to start biting fr

ANON YOURE SO REAL!!! ALL DAY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SAYING KENDRICK IS A DISTRACTION JUST FOR THEM TO BAIL ON THE EUROVISION PLAN

AND IT’S DIFFERENT??? HOW???

[moethewriter]

Idk if you're comfortable doing these but maybe reader is on their month and needs comfort from finnick. Had mine last week the cramps, nausea and back pain was crazy fr lol. Or maybe just a comfort reading been a rough week

Please and thank you have a lovely day 🫶🏾

Of course I can write that anon! Periods are the worst. TITLE: Chamomile Delights WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: Period content, fluff TAGS: Can be read as gn!reader (women aren't the only ones who get periods y'all!) A/N: Loved writing this one! Periods are ass, and as a non-binary person who gets them, we all need a little comfort! Hope you all enjoy this! I'm still not feeling 100%, this flu is lingering my friends, but writing has been taking my mind off of that! Love yall! Also not beta read as per usual, sorry for any spelling mistakes! Haha! -

It had come early, and to say you weren’t happy was an understatement. You wanted to die, truly lay down and allow yourself to become one with the earth because anything would be better than this shit. You didn’t remember the last time you felt this horrible during your cycle, usually you could manage but today was just … awful. Everything made you want to cry, or you when something inconvenienced you, you wanted to chuck it against the wall and watch it smash. You were nauseated at the smell of anything Mags brought you to eat, and to top it all of you just felt so fucking miserable.

Finnick had been gone for a few days, off in The Capitol, when your period had started, usually he would be there to provide any sort of comfort you needed but right now you were alone. You couldn’t blame him, Snow had summoned him and many other Victors for a week of galas and to introduce the new Victors. You feigned illness, which in some ways was true, but you were upset he couldn’t stay with you. Had you known it would start, you probably would have gone because at least then you would have your built in space heater.

You wanted to have him near you, as childish as it sounded. He always made you feel better and doted on you. He made you feel better and knew how to take care of you. But mostly you just missed him. His comforting smile, the way he would rub your lower back and just hold you to help you fall asleep. You were miserable without him, and you looked like shit. It wasn’t ideal, but you could make it through the worst alone if you had too. You felt like something that had just crawled out of a sewer drain, and you were sure you looked like it too.

Finnick hated seeing you so ill. He always wanted to make you feel better in whatever way he could. Whether that was holding you while you angrily muttered and cursed at the world for having cramps, or making you a small dinner that he knew wouldn’t make you sick. Well more like got Mags to make something while he presented it to you, he had never been the best cook and when you weren’t well he knew it was hopeless to try and feed you anything he made, it was sweet the way he tried so hard.

Some days he was a pain in your ass, but you didn’t mind that anymore. 

“When he gets home, I swear I’m going to kill him.” You whispered, throwing a pillow over your head, maybe if you suffocate yourself enough, the lack of oxygen flow would stop the pain all together. “Damn fucking President Snow calling his ass away. Maybe I’ll kill him next.” You grumbled under the pillow.

“Kill who next?”

You sat up straight, regretting your decision the moment you cramped up a little more. You felt a small wave of nausea hit you as you covered your mouth. You hadn’t expected him home until far later in the week. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered, squinting your eyes. “You’re home early.” You observed the glitter on him, his demeanor and the way he was dressed.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come back from The Capitol dressed far differently than anything he wore at home. It wasn’t Finnick’s usual style, he preferred a more low key look when he was in District Four, always had, but he did look gorgeous.

“And you look like shit.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame. “Are you in pain?”

“I feel like shit, thanks for the observation, Finn.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, obviously.” You were far grumpier than you wanted to be but you couldn’t help it right now, the light was too bright and you abdomen felt like it was crushing your insides.

“Ah. I see.” Finnick said, exiting the room.

You grumbled to yourself angrily, desperately searching for a position that gave you any relief, though nothing you had tried worked thus far. At least Finnick was here, despite the annoyance you had at the entire situation, you were thankful he was home early.

“Hot water, and a cup of tea.” Finnick said, returning a few minutes later holding a steaming mug and a small towel.

“Finn.” You felt tears well up in your eyes. “Sorry. I’m not upset, and sorry for being a dick, thank you.” You smiled, as he passed you the cup, you inhaled it and the smile grew.

Chamomile, a luxury to get when you were outside The Capitol. It was your favourite tea, always had been, and he  managed to snag a few boxes of it when he could. He always thought of you like that, whenever he could get you something he would. 

He sat beside you, gently pressing a kiss into your shoulder and you exhaled deeply at the simple, yet comforting gesture. Having his presence was already a comfort.

“What do you need from me?” He asked, pressing his chin to where he laid the kiss. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“Kill me?” You questioned, a teasing tone lacing your words. You sipped the tea he had brought you and felt the warmth take over your body. 

“Well … not that.” He snorted into your shoulder, his hands moving to gently massage your sides. 

“Thank you for the tea, and the hot water. Hold me, massage my back … work your usual magic Odair, because when I tell you I’ve been so unpleasant these last two days … I’m not lying.” You huffed.

“You’re not always unpleasant?” He teased, moving the massage to your shoulders.

You could feel the deep knots slowly being undone, and you let out a sigh of relief, you hadn’t realized the tension had been that bad.

“I will kick you off this bed.” You warned, shooting him a glare.

“Then who would take such good care of you?” Finnick smiled, continuing to work his magic. “No one can live up to this.” He laughed, a small sound coming from the bass of his throat. 

You loved his laugh.

“Hush, let me relax.” You closed your eyes, and focused on his soft humming,

Days like these had always been so miserable, you had gotten so used to riding it out alone, but now you had Finnick. He would always take care of you, and you would in turn, take care of him. There would never be one without the other, not anymore.

“I love you.” You said, simply, leaning into him.

“I love you too.” He said back, holding you closer.

[calqlate]

GENSHIN CHARACTERS' REACTIONS TO YOU BEING ON YOUR PERIOD

INCLUDES: all but sethos

MASTERLIST

CW(S)/TW(S): written for afab reader

TAGLIST (italicsed blogs are unable to be tagged): @deeomi + @loving-august + @mshope16 + @saintbernardthethird + @thelonelyarchon

A/N: wrote this last week when ya girl was on her period and had cramps while at a rehearsal. all in all, not fun and i wish i had a bf to give me period comfort 😭

lets you use them as a heating pad. their hands are immediately on your lower abdomen and they will rub soothing circles on your skin.

all pyro users

makes you warm herbal tea or soup to drink

baizhu + candace + clorinde + jean + keqing + kamisato ayaka + kamisato ayato + kuki shinobu + lisa + neuvillette + ningguang + nilou + noelle + sangonomiya kokomi + thoma + tighnari + wriothesley + xiangling + yunjin + zhongli

gives you all the cuddles in the world. if anything, they promise you that you will be sick of them by the time your red week is over.

aether + beidou + bennett + childe + chongyun + gaming + kaeya + kaveh + lyney + shikanoin heizou + venti + xingqiu

brings you assorted desserts and snacks to satisfy your cravings

al-haitham + charlotte + chevreuse + collei + dori (charges you for the snacks 💀) + fischl + freminet + furina (gets desserts for herself as well so the both of you end up having a tea party) + ganyu + kirara + layla + lumine + mika + mona + navia + noelle + raiden (ei) + razor + sucrose + yae miko

nags you to stop drinking cold drinks, etc. literally snatches the said f&b items out of your hands.

arlecchino + baizhu + chiori + eula + keqing + kujou sara + lynette + rosaria + shenhe + tighnari + wanderer + xiao

does not let you lift a single finger to do anything and will crank up the princess treatment for you

aether + albedo + diluc + childe (is extra dramatic about it) + kaedehara kazuha + kujou sara + shenhe + thoma + wriothesley (does it in a joking manner) + yelan

goes on pad/tampon runs for you without batting an eye (a seasoned veteran fr) and buys the types you need

all the genshin women + aether + albedo + baizhu + kamisato ayato + lyney + thoma

goes on pad/tampon runs but has no idea what to buy

arataki itto (gets everything but the pads/tampons) + razor

internally panics when you cry from intense period cramps. you can see them flinch and the cogs in their brain whir like "what should i do?!?!?!".

cyno + gorou + xiao

stays far away from you, fearing they would piss you off (it is for everyone's good, they think)

dottore + faruzan

does not know what a period is. absolutely clueless about it.

arataki itto + raiden (shogun) + wanderer

[moriartyluver]

HEY HEY HEY!!

i absolutely loved your beauty is terror boo on Wattpad and when I found out I did tumble, I rushed over here to find you.

anyways can we please have general dating hcs for Dazai?? Thank you sm in advance please marry me

A/N: thank you for your request nonnie! Took me a while to do this so I’m sorry

Character(s) :Dazai Osamu x reader

Format: headcannons

Genre: fluff

Prompt: general dating hcs

Warnings: general Dazai behaviour. Might be OOC

• Dazai Osamu was a strange man. Nobody knew what was going on inside that strange head of his. Not even his family or friends.

•I'd imagine you would meet him while attempting to commit suicide, hopefully trying to stop him. He's definitely like you since you had met.

•I think if he truly liked someone romantically, he's definitely be a bit shy about it and although he'd rather be more than friends, he's happy to be there for you.

•once you realised you liked him, you'd probably start realising that he didn't treat you the same way he did other people.

•Dazai would be scared of getting too attached to you. He knows that one day, everyone will leave. Nobody stays forever and he'd rather not witness you leaving him.

•he's already lost odasaku, I think he'd be really upset about possibly losing you too.

•he'd be desperate to impress you though. As soon as you'd walk into the agency's office, hems stop clowning around and show off his deep and amazing concentration skills.

•he'd also magically have money for food whenever you would be hungry with him.

•(he defo stole it from kunikida though.)

•He'd probably have planned out a very nice confession. If you're into mind games, he'd definitely have you go on a scavenger hunt of some sort but that's just what he had planned

•i think that he wouldn't actually do a fancy confession in the moment.

•ANGRYYY CONFESSIOONNNNSSS

•I love angry confessions.

•He'd definitely get upset about you doing something and there would be a small argument between the two of you and then you'd pull the "why do you even care?" Card.

•he'd be a bit surprised you had said that, seeing as you had a pretty good friendship. He'd say exactly that.

“-But you're willing to betray your friends. Why cant you just let me do this one thing-"

"-Because I love you!"

•(squealing)

•he'd go on a rant about how much he wants you with him but he's scared about what could happen to you.

•as much as he is smart, he doesn't expect you to feel the same.

•so when you meet his lips with yours, naturally he's very surprised.

•as for actual dating headcannons-

•wouldn't really flirt with anyone after you got with him. Actually, when he realised he liked you, you noticed that he had slowly stopped flirting with random women and asking for them to join him in a double suicide.

•the Ada isn't surprised. Everyone knew dazai liked you and they were relieved that you finally knew too.

•if you're a calm and responsible person, everyone's glad that dazai has you to keep him in check. I think he'd be more into that kind of person to be honest.

•they'd probably be a bit like "him?! Fr?!" Especially kunikida. Every time dazai does something stupid, kunikida goes to you and is like "how tf do you cope with that man? You need him on a leash"

• if you're a bit more extroverted and chaotic, Dazai wouldn't mind at all. He liked having someone with more energy than him. No matter how you're like, he will love you no matter what. The ADA and everyone else thinks you're a match made in hell.

•I feel like dazai wouldn't move in straight away but he'd have this thing where he'd use every excuse in the book to go to your place and cuddle with you before you fall asleep in his arms, before the two of you eventually decide to move in together.

•and it was unexpectedly expected.

•this man is a HOG. He is the worst roommate eveerrr.

•you'd be tidying up after him so often omg.

•living with him is fun though because he's quite a playful partner to be honest.

•teenage girl type of slumber parties, pillow forts, tickle fights. You name it, he'll do it.

•if you ever share a bed, he'll stretch out so much while you sleep that you tumble out of bed and wake up to hitting the cold ground.

•yet somehow, when you wake up, it's impossible to pull yourself away from his grasp.

•DATE IDEAS

• library dates. Definitely.

•imagine shopping at a supermarket with dazai. It'd honestly be so fun.

•coffee dates.

•he'd sometimes just be like "yo you wanna go out?" And you and him would just walk around Yokohama, exploring for a few hours straight.

•icecream dates. He definitely is a massive icecream fan.

• He's very affectionate in both private and public. The former is a lot more intimate and vulnerable though.

•sometimes dazai would just plop himself down onto your lap while you try working in the office.

•kunikida has tried to pry him away from you multiple times so you don't keep getting distracted by the brunette who would be hugging onto you like a koala and just mumbling on about his day while hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

•he also will hug you when he sees you, no matter where. That's just how he greets you. Also would give you gentlemanly hand kisses and kiss your forehead.

•if he ever gets jealous, he'll probably hug you by the waist and glare at the man or woman who seemed to be looking a bit too long and hard at you.

•he liked kissing you at the most random times just to see your adorable surprised expressions.

•in private, he is alot more affectionate. People like to say he'd be really handsy public and although I don't think he'd be shy to show how much he loves you, he's a gentleman who wouldnt just make out with you in the office of the detective agency in front of everyone

•as I was saying, in private hes a lot more vulnerable when he shows his affection. Whether it's hugging you from behind while you make breakfast or letting you kiss his scars underneath his bandages.

•he loves you alot and if anything ever happened to you, he'd be so mad. He'd get thorough revenge and everything.

•please give this man the love he deserves.  Idc what he does I love him

[tonberry-yoda]

Please could I request the fluff alphabet for Caesar Zeppeli as I love this man so much 💙💙

Caesar Zeppeli Fluff Alphabet

notes: I honestly love doing these fluff alphabets so flippin much dude. I get to expand on characters and just have a ton of fun!! thanks so much for the request and I really hope you enjoy!!! sending lots of love and hoping you stay hydrated <333

based on this post

A CTIVITIES - WHAT DO THEY LIKE TO DO WITH THEIR S/O? HOW DO THEY SPEND THEIR FREE TIME WITH THEM?

kiss you. i mean kiss you. i mean kiss you. i mean kiss you. i mean- No fr tho this man loves to kiss you. Like he would take you on TONS of romantic dates and then just get home and kiss you everywhere

B EAUTY - WHAT DO THEY ADMIRE ABOUT THEIR S/O? WHAT DO THEY THINK IS BEAUTIFUL ABOUT THEM?

Everything. But especially your eyes and lips. Eyes are the window to the soul and that man will never take his eyes off of yours. But like he would also look at your lips all the time lol

C OMFORT - HOW WOULD THEY HELP THEIR S/O WHEN THEY FEEL DOWN/HAVE A PANIC ATTACK ETC.?

He would whisper lovely things in your ear and try to help you as best he can. He would hold you close and just let you take your time. If you need anything, he can help in any way possible <3

D REAMS - HOW DO THEY PICTURE THEIR FUTURE WITH THEIR S/O?

MARRIAGE. Omg he thinks about getting married to you everyday. He honestly can't imagine you two breaking up or separating. He loves how close you are and would do anything to keep that going

E QUAL - ARE THEY THE DOMINANT ONE IN THE RELATIONSHIP, OR RATHER PASSIVE?

He acts like the dominant one, but we all know he's babygirl. That's all I'll put here thanks.

F IGHT - WOULD THEY BE EASY TO FORGIVE THEIR S/O? HOW ARE THEY FIGHTING?

He always tries to avoid fights. He doesn't like to see you upset so he never wants to be the one to cause any of it. So when you do fight, it's SUPER rare and he will always apologize and forgive you immediately. Arguments never last long luckily, so you never have to worry about fighting.

G RATITUDE - HOW GRATEFUL ARE THEY IN GENERAL? ARE THEY AWARE OF WHAT THEIR S/O IS DOING FOR THEM?

THIS MAN CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH YOU DO FOR HIM! Even you existing makes him grateful. He is more than aware and thanks you every day for everything you do and always returns the favor <3

H ONESTY - DO THEY HAVE SECRETS THEY HIDE FROM THEIR S/O? OR DO THEY SHARE EVERYTHING?

He will hide nothing from you. He feels like he would be a bad partner if he did that, so he is super open and honest because he doesnt want shit to be caused because he lied. It's stupid and he would rather just tell you the truth and you be mad for a second then let it brew

I NSPIRATION - DID THEIR S/O CHANGE THEM SOMEHOW, OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND? LIKE TRYING OUT NEW THINGS OR HELPED THEM OVERCOME PERSONAL PROBLEMS?

You made him more open. He was willing to tell you a lot about his past and just talk more about his life without being scared. He made you more romantic lol ;) But you guys have been through a lot so just getting through that together has helped you both be better

J EALOUSY - DO THEY GET JEALOUS EASILY? HOW DO THEY DEAL WITH IT?

YES YES OMFG. Literally he sees you talking to another guy and he loses his mind a little ngl. He will run up to you and just grab your arm either pulling you away from said guy or letting said guy know that you two are dating by either kissing you or just hugging you and nagging you lolol

K ISS - ARE THEY A GOOD KISSER? WHAT WAS THE FIRST KISS LIKE?

O M G. Have you seen how he kisses women in the show???? HM??? HAVE YOU?!?!?? Like I would love a kiss from this romantic Italian man omfg. He always tastes good like mint or wine or something and he kisses you like it's always your last. God, that sounds wonderful. Your first kiss was under the moonlight after dinner and you can never forget how lovely it was <3

L OVE CONFESSION - HOW WOULD THEY CONFESS TO THEIR S/O?

He would walk up to you, kiss your hand, and tell you how beautiful you are. Then he would take you on a date. The rest is history. You really couldn't help but fall in love

M ARRIAGE - DO THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED? HOW DO THEY PROPOSE? WHAT WOULD THE MARRIAGE BE LIKE?

OMG YES. Literally more than anything. To be able to see you all dressed up for the wedding is his literal dream. He would propose to you in a very romantic setting (beach, fancy restaurant, etc.) and then the wedding would be wonderful and just like a dream. He wants it to be perfect and it really is <3

N ICKNAMES - WHAT DO THEY CALL THEIR S/O?

babe, baby, darling, honey, dear, love, my love, cute nicknames in italian

O N CLOUD NINE - WHAT ARE THEY LIKE WHEN THEY ARE IN LOVE? IS IT OBVIOUS FOR OTHERS? HOW DO THEY EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS?

This man fell for you HARD. He cannot take his eyes or thoughts off of you. You pop into his mind every second causing him to smile at nothing. He would always get you stuff that makes him think of you and always remind you how much he loves you through words <3 It is definitely obvious to others lol

P DA - ARE THEY UPFRONT ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP? DO THEY BRAG WITH THEIR S/O IN FRONT OF OTHERS? OR ARE THEY RATHER SHY TO KISS ETC. WHEN OTHERS ARE WATCHING?

Have you watched JJBA by any chance? Yeah. This man will brag you especially to Joseph and always kiss you or hold your hand right in front of him too just to piss him off and to get another kiss out of you. He really doesnt mind PDA like at all so yeah lol

Q UIRK - SOME RANDOM ABILITY THEY HAVE THAT’S BENEFICIAL IN A RELATIONSHIP.

Kindness and empathy. He will always be able to show you how much he loves you and respect you as well. He will never fail to be this loving boyfriend and make sure he is doing what he can to make you happy

R OMANCE - HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY? WHAT WOULD THEY DO TO MAKE THEIR S/O HAPPY? CLICHÉ OR RATHER CREATIVE?

Sorry, quick question... HAVE YOU SEEN JJBA!??!?!? LIKE HELLO?!??!?! This man is SUPER DUPER romantic. Always taking you on walks on the beach and getting fancy dinners out. Expect roses all the time and chocolate too lmao. He might be a little... too romantic, but that never hurt anyone before lolol

S UPPORT - ARE THEY HELPING THEIR S/O ACHIEVE THEIR GOALS? DO THEY BELIEVE IN THEM?

Oh, 100%! He cares about you and your feelings and always wants everything you do to be validated by him. If you have support for him in his dreams, he will 115% show you that support right back. He also believes in you a lot because he knows you're both talented and capable :)

T HRILL - DO THEY NEED TO TRY OUT NEW THINGS TO SPICE OUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP? OR DO THEY PREFER A CERTAIN ROUTINE?

He really doesn't need a thrill. Sure, he's an adventurous guy always doing something new, but that doesn't mean he wants it in a relationship. He likes the routine you guys have set up and sticking to it makes him have a nice breath and never be scared to try something new

U NDERSTANDING - HOW GOOD DO THEY KNOW THEIR PARTNER? ARE THEY EMPATHETIC?

He probably knows you better than anyone. He can tell how you're feeling just based on body language. As said before, I think he is very empathetic and willing to help you in any way he can <33

V ALUE - HOW IMPORTANT IS THE RELATIONSHIP TO THEM? WHAT IS IT’S WORTH IN COMPARISON TO OTHER THINGS IN THEIR LIFE?

THIS RELATIONSHIP IS EVERYTHING TO HIM. Without you, he feels empty. He cannot simply live without you and he will be willing to help you out with anything that isn't sticking with you if that is the case. He loves you so so much and you truly are one of the only things that makes him feel loved <3

W ILD CARD - A RANDOM FLUFF HEADCANON.

He is really good at braiding hair. If you have long hair he loves playing with it and even if you have shorter hair he just loves playing with it <3

X OXO - ARE THEY VERY AFFECTIONATE? DO THEY LOVE TO KISS AND CUDDLE?

One more time... HAVE YOU SEEN JOJO'S!?!?!?? Ofc he loves kisses and cuddles. Mans needs that from you. He cannot get enough of you kissing all over him and snuggling in his arms and vise versa

Y EARNING - HOW WILL THEY COPE WHEN THEY’RE MISSING THEIR PARTNER?

Pouty. Yeah. He will piss of Jojo saying how much he misses you lol. he really just feels sad and lonely and gets VERY pouty lolol

Z EAL - ARE THEY WILLING TO GO TO GREAT LENGHTS FOR THE RELATIONSHIP? IF SO, WHAT KIND OF?

Oh ofc! He is willing to take a bullet for you and protect you at any cost! He loves you so so so so much and will do ANYTHING for you <3

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hold me like a knife. v.

aegon targaryen x lannister!oc. aemond targaryen x lannister!oc.

warnings: language, underage drinking, targcest, infidelity (from almost everyone), allusions to sex, religious guilt, mysoginy, pregnancy and childbirth, possible grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

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As king Viserys II decreed, the prince Aegon and princess Helaena would be wed by the end of the season in a ceremony open to the small folk. All of the royal family and the main houses of Westeros were invited to the celebration. Rumours dared to say princess Rhaenyra would not attend it.

For the months prior to the wedding, Elora stayed in the Red Keep. Hopefully her presence could force the younger prince out of his hiding, or so was thought. During her time there, the girl did her best in tending to the queen and princess, slowly but surely finding a way into their affections. On more than one occasion, she found herself being the one to offer them comfort during preparations, for the truth was, no one seemed truly pleased with the decision. Alicent and Helaena were in a constant state of distress, one drowning in emotion and the other running from it. Soon, the embroidery sessions became a frequent routine for the women, a refreshing moment of peace away from the prying eyes from the men from court. In time, the young lady stopped worrying about the rejection from her groom, finding joy in the occasions when she was only accompanied by the queen and princess, and life in King’s Landing became merrier.

To her at least.

The prince Aegon seemed to grow more miserable by the day, becoming increasingly harder to find him sober. If Helaena did not agree to the idea of marriage, he surely despised it. Even teasing Elora did not give him the contempt it used to, and eventually he stopped searching for her at all.

Aegon gone. Aemond gone. To her the dragon princes became ghosts too, and she wouldn't have minded if they stayed like that.

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The first time she heard the deafening sound of Vhagar’s wings crossing the skies, Elora had sworn a hurricane was upon them. By the tenth time, it was a bitter reminder of the boy that refused to meet her. The girl didn’t bother to go near the Dragon Pit to encounter him, knowing he would evade any attempt she made at conversation with him, and she had endured too much of his humiliation to care for his company again. The lady stayed in her rooms, imagining Aemond going back to his solitary self-imposed confinement, hiding from the sight of any and everyone that tries to get close. She could picture it already. The young prince, sinking in self pity, harshly sending away the poor servant that goes to call him for supper, his chair empty during another meal.

And yet, the strangest thing happened, a soft knock on her door. Not from the prince, but from a maid, bringing with her a vase.

“My lady.” The woman excuses herself into the bedroom, carrying the small vessel where a single wild lily is placed. “The prince Aemond sent this to you.” She carefully places it on the vanity, the flower looking eerily delicate between the jewels.

Elora was at a loss of words. Weeks of silence and now this? What could he possibly mean by that? An apology? A mockery of her situation in the palace? There was a time she believed she understood his feelings, but that was before.

Her silence seemed to be enough of an answer for the servant, as she began making her way out. “Wait.” Elora called back, unable to take her eyes off the white petals like silk. “Did he send a message also?” He had to. He couldn't send only a flower, she needed more.

“No, my lady.” The woman looked remorseful, probably sensing the girl’s disappointment.

“He returned to his rooms?” Elora’s question wasn’t more than a whisper, the flower sitting in her vanity as a token of how she was ignored. 

The maid bowed further, keeping her pitiful eyes to the floor. “Yes, my lady.”

No word, no visit, only a small lily. That was all she had from Aemond in over a moon’s time. The girl sent the servant away with a wave from her hand, her eyes hypnotised by the delicate blossom. So much more than the prince had offered in so long and yet not nearly enough.

It was this inconsistency that drove her out of her chambers, down multiple corridors and to stand outside Aemond’s door. The hard wood being the one thing keeping her away from him for what felt like an eternity. She considered knocking, but she knew that would only give him the chance to send her away, to lock the door before she could reach for the handle. Putting aside all the good manners her father forced on her, Elora pushed the door open and barged in, not caring about excusing herself or giving Aemond any warning of her intrusion.

The prince had already changed from his riding clothes, now only in a comfortable shirt, his loose hair falling over his face. The left side of his face was covered in bandages, the cloth the same colour as his pale complexion, his single eye wide in panic.

“What are you doing here?” He hissed, tossing aside all the kindness the girl remembered, his left hand hiding his injuries out of instinct.

The question startled Elora, and to her it was like she was in a dream, walking in her sleep only to wake in his room. On any other day such a thought would make her embarrassed, but now she had decided there was something greater than her reputation. “A flower?” Her tone was childish, a mix of anger and incredulity.

Aemond looked puzzled, his brow furrowed as he searched for an explanation in her expression. Noticing his confusion, she walked to where he was and forcefully placed the vase on a table, the lily dancing from the movement. “Weeks of silence and this is the first thing I get from you?”

If the one-eyed prince was pale, he now looked translucent, his lilac iris glued to the pure flower. His mouth opened and closed a few times, his mind working to come up with the right words, the first ones after so long. “I imagined you’d like it.” He finally whispered, a silver curtain covering half of his face as he took a careful step back.

“I would prefer to have a word with you.” She stepped forward, not letting him flee from her this time. “To be allowed to meet you as we did before.” Her words carried a heavy grief, the memory of the boy she met not so long ago had turned into a sorrowful one.

“‘Before” was long ago…” He gruffed a response, fully turning away to return to his armchair.

“Before your scar, you mean?” Elora crossed his chambers to stand in front of him, all semblance to her practised politeness gone.

A dark cloud came down in the room, the roars of the wind too loud to let anything else be heard. The silence between those children, who used to be so close, was now suffocating. A warm and thick atmosphere engulfing them and sticking to their skin, forcing them to be too aware of their situation. There was no more sparkle between them, no space to bloom. “What do you want?” His question, although dry, was not as bitter as his previous words.

“To see you.” The girl whispered, taking a careful step forwards.

“I am here.”

“Not truly.” The physical distance between them diminished, and for once Aemond didn’t move back. Yet, he seemed to be whole galaxies away.

His brows creased, for once he considered putting down his barriers, but he would not be vulnerable again, not with her. “Where else can I be?”

“Driftmark.” Her tone was both firm and gentle, testing just how much she could push him. “Many moons ago.” She considered closing the gap between them, taking his hand and shouting that she felt sorry for what happened to him, that it didn’t matter what he looked like, only that he loved her. She said nothing else, the prince wouldn’t let her.

“I’m certain that may worry you very much, my lady.” His face turned away, a pearly curtain keeping him hidden from her sight.

She was now considering slapping him. “Do you truly think so little of me? That a scar would change my judgement over you?” Her voice trembled, her face slowly contorting into a painful scowl.

“It might if that’s the face you’ll be forced to see every day.” Aemond’s answer came without any thought, an instinctive snarl to anyone who got too close. After a moment, he returned to a stoic act. “I would understand if it changed something for you. I am changed because of it.”

“No.” Her tone was disbelief, shock, anger, refusal. Whiny enough to sound like it came from a common girl.

“No?” The prince scoffed, rolling his eye at her.

“No, that’s not what’s changed.” Elora spoke firmly, striding over the room to stand right in front of him. “It’s not your face, it’s you.” In a defiant instinct, she carefully moved his hair away from his face, looking at him for the first time in so long. The lady sucked in a breath, shocked by the thin, deep line running from his temple to his cheekbone. The violet iris replaced by a dark void.

Her shock was just not bigger than the prince’s itself. Quickly, slapping her hand away to cover his scarred face. His pale complexion now giving space to the deep hue of shame.

“Do you truly think I care so much about what you look like?” The girl murmured, tearing up at such a violent reaction from him.

Aemond turned away from her, taking slow steps further into the room. No answer came. Elora understood none would come at all, and that confirmed what she needed to know.

Curtsying to the prince’s back, she stormed out of the room, making sure to close the door as loudly as she could despite the reactions she could receive. If Aemond had decided he thought the worst of her, what did it matter if she tried to be better?

And the servants nearby would have probably been distraught by her behaviour if they weren’t so occupied by trying to get prince Aegon back into his chambers. His pale hair dishevelled, simple clothes dirty and tainted with wine, an inebriated smile plastered on his face as he struggled to even stand straight. Elora’s mouth hung open at the sight, the boy having to be escorted by a couple guards as his feets dragged over the floor with his weak protests.

“Sister!” He yelled once he had a glimpse of her, pushing away the poor servants as he stumbled in her direction. The girl’s nostrils were filled with the stench of alcohol as he loosely draped his arms over her shoulders, his embrace keeping him somewhat upright. “Aemond’s little bride…” He slurred his words, clinging to her figure as he slipped onto the ground again.

She was frozen with the scene in front of her, the two guards apologising profusely as they tried to untangle his arms from her. “It’s alright, really…” She murmured more out of politeness, trying to disguise just how distressed she was with the prince’s touch. “What happened?”

“The prince was out drinking again, my lady.” The men bowed as they finally took hold of Aegon again. “We must return him back to his rooms.” Their voices sounded embarrassed, tired, but not surprised.

The girl scanned over the strange trio again, her mind in deep thought as she saw the carefree smile on the boy’s face. The expression of someone that doesn’t have to worry about a single thing, who can afford to escape and drink his weight in wine while others had to stress over his own wedding. Sighing heavily, she opened the way for the men to pass, nodding for them to continue.

“Aenara.” The prince’s voice echoed in the hallway after just a few steps away from the lady, struggling to turn in her way again.

She looked at him with furrowed brows, gazing at his crooked smile, the cracks of his lips, how sunken his face looked in comparison to what she remembered. Letting out a long exhale, she met his eyes again, taking in the lilac shimmer of his irises, how his face flushed with colour with her small acknowledgement. And there it was, the same mischievous challenge he had been to her so many times before, and for once she knew she wouldn’t win. 

With an immediate regret, she stepped closer to the guards. “Wait!” She called out, quickening her approach to stand in front of them. “I’ll accompany you.” She muttered shy, looking to the carpet beneath her feet, before turning around and leading them across the palace.

A million thoughts swirled in her head, trying to come up with an acceptable excuse to why she was helping that boy, the same one she tried so much to avoid. An awkward silence followed them over multiple corridors, interrupted only by Aegon’s incoherent babbling, his fits of giggles almost making her curious. An eternity had passed before they reached the heavy doors of his chambers’, and the lady let out a sigh of relief that her odd task was over.

The guards threw the prince onto his bed without much care, bowing heavily to the girl, who stood uneasy by the door, unable to not notice the layer of sweat that started to form over the boy’s body. “This should be enough, my lady. We will inform the queen that the prince is back.” The men spoke with some concern.

Inform the queen. Bother Alicent with another problem, one that laid right in front of her. “No.” She shook her head, carefully entering the room, keeping her eyes fixed on the unconscious prince. “There’s no need for that. I’ll tend to him.” With a sway of her hand, the guards were gone, and she was alone in Aegon’s room. Alone with him.

She tried to convince herself it was an act of charity that forced her to stay. A way to ease poor queen Alicent’s troubles in such a stressful time. But the truth was she didn’t know. Why she didn’t keep her eyes away, why she didn’t turn her back on him, why she followed him into this place. 

Fearing what answer she would find if she thought too hard over it, Elora forced herself away from the door, cautiously approaching the bed. The girl stood confused by the headboard, looking down to the feverish boy in his drunken slumber. She didn’t really know how to tend to someone in such a state, much less how to get him out of it. She did, however, know how to wake someone after they had passed out.

Filling a glass with some water, she splashed the prince without warning, watching how he got soaked with the cold water. If it had sobered him up, she did not know, but he surely made him more aware.

“What the- what are you doing?” His voice cracked as he yelled at her, fruitlessly trying to dry his face with the sleeves of his shirt.

“Making sure you’re still breathing.” Her response was far more playful than she had intended, not holding in a shy chuckle at how his face burned red with bewilderment.

“By trying to drown me?” The boy didn’t seem to share her humour at the situation, sitting up as he wiped his face. 

Her laughter grew louder, and she covered her face with her hands to hide the true extent of her amusement. “Oh please, it was a glass of water, your highness. There are far more stressful things.” She eyed over his distraught expression, almost scoffing at how bothered he looked by one teasing. 

“Truly? Such as…” He asked with a smug look, his eyes beaming as he expected to win another match against her.

“Planning a wedding.” Her eyes narrowed  as she dared to bite back at him, partially hoping to bother him enough to force him to care about the effort everyone else was putting into it.

The prince’s expression fell immediately, a dark semblant glossing his eyes. Still, a smirk curled his lips, a cruel scoff leaving them. “Yes, my wedding, such a merry occasion.” His tone dripped of sarcasm, and he fell back on the mattress covering his face with his arms to ignore the girl.

“Yes. Your wedding.” She forcefully pulled his arms away from his face, all amusement replaced by pent up anger as she watches how quickly he dismisses the subject. “The one that has been tormenting your mother and sister for ages, and which you seem to not care at all.”

He sat up again, looking into her eyes with a matching fire, for once looking like he was fully there. “Sorry if I’m not ecstatic about the arrangement, my lady…” Aegon hissed at her, the heat of the alcohol irradiating off his body. “But I would rather not be married.”

Elora withdrew from him, suddenly intimidated by his piercing gaze. “Don’t act like you’re suffering.” She whispers automatically, not having the time to think before the words spilled out of her. “Not when Helaena’s fate is far worse.” Clenching her jaw, she took back her stance, letting her fury reign over her uncertainty.

“Helaena’s fate?” The prince snapped at her, his eyes turning red with rage as he stood tall in front of her. “Why her fate? What of mine?” His voice was choked as he spoke, and for a split second he looked anguished, looking down to her like a tortured man. “Why does everyone seem to forget I am as much of a victim in this?”

The lady kept his gaze, her lips trembling as she tried to think of a response. ‘Because you’re the man’, ‘because you’re a prince’, because you don’t care’. She considered saying all these things to him. But in reality, how could she? 

Aegon didn’t have a say in the matter. He was not much older than herself, and in this moment, he didn’t look like a prince. Looking in his eyes, he looked scared. Mirroring the same agony that had plagued her mind ever since she was sent to the Red Keep.

Instead she said nothing, taking a step back as she lowered her head. “Clean yourself.” She whispered, trying to ignore the bitter guilt that grew in her chest. “I’ll not tell the queen about tonight. Good bye, my prince.” She bowed to him and left.

Aegon stood there for many minutes after he was alone, staring at the door like she was just behind the wood. But she didn’t come back to apologise. After the darkness slipped into the room, he went to sleep.

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14th July >> Fr. Martin's Homilies / Reflections on Today's Mass Readings for The Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time (B) (Inc. Mark 6:7-13): ‘Jesus began to send them out in pairs’.

Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Gospel (Except USA) Mark 6:7-13 'Take nothing with you'.

Jesus made a tour round the villages, teaching. Then he summoned the Twelve and began to send them out in pairs giving them authority over the unclean spirits. And he instructed them to take nothing for the journey except a staff – no bread, no haversack, no coppers for their purses. They were to wear sandals but, he added, ‘Do not take a spare tunic.’ And he said to them, ‘If you enter a house anywhere, stay there until you leave the district. And if any place does not welcome you and people refuse to listen to you, as you walk away shake off the dust from under your feet as a sign to them.’ So they set off to preach repentance; and they cast out many devils, and anointed many sick people with oil and cured them.

Gospel (USA) Mark 6:7–13 He began to send them out.

Jesus summoned the Twelve and began to send them out two by two and gave them authority over unclean spirits. He instructed them to take nothing for the journey but a walking stick— no food, no sack, no money in their belts. They were, however, to wear sandals but not a second tunic. He said to them, “Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave. Whatever place does not welcome you or listen to you, leave there and shake the dust off your feet in testimony against them.” So they went off and preached repentance. The Twelve drove out many demons, and they anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.

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(i) Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

The journey of faith is always a shared journey. We journey together towards the Lord. It is together that we seek the Lord and discover him. When I look back over my own journey of faith, I am very aware of the people who have shared that journey, without whom I would not have come to know the Lord. I think of my parents’ quiet but deep faith, of teachers who shared their faith with me. I think of my time as a boy in a church choir. I call to mind women and men of faith who in various ways supported me on my journey of faith. I am sure that each one of you could call to mind people who were important on your own faith journey.

In today’s gospel reading, Jesus sends out the Twelve, two by two. Rather than sending them out as twelve individuals, he sent them out as six groups of two. Some might say that twelve individuals would cover more ground that six pairs. Yet, Jesus knew the importance of disciples working together to bring the gospel to others. Elsewhere in the gospels, Jesus sent out a larger group of seventy two, and, again, he sent them out two by two. The very first disciples he called were two sets of brothers, Peter and Andrew, and James and John. It is together that we come to discover the Lord and it is together that we share him with others. The journey of faith is never a solitary one. That is why we feel the need to gather together to celebrate our Sunday Eucharist. Our presence at Mass reminds us that we are interconnected in the Lord. We receive the body of Christ as members of his body. As Saint Paul says in one of his letters, ‘Because there is one bread, we who are many are one body, for we all partake of the one bread’. Even when we cannot get to church physically for whatever reason, we are united in spirit with other believers, especially with the members of our parish community.

We often give expression to our journeying together in faith in other ways. Some of us might come together to reflect on the gospel reading for the following Sunday. Others may be part of a faith group. In our Diocese every year groups of adults journey together towards baptism. The greatest source of strength for my faith is the person of faith walking alongside me. The Lord comes to us through the faith of others, and he comes to others through our faith. In today’s second reading, Saint Paul reminds us that it has always been God’s purpose to bring people together around his Son, Jesus. Indeed, Paul declares in that reading that God ‘would bring everything together under Christ, as head, everything in the heavens and everything on the earth’.

In the gospel reading it is on mission that Jesus sends out his disciples two by two. Their mission is to be an extension of Jesus’ mission. They have received a great deal from Jesus and now they are to share what they have received with others. They are to bring Jesus’ healing presence to those who need it most, and they are to do this together. Up to this point in Mark’s gospel, the disciples have shown themselves to be very flawed, somewhat unreceptive to Jesus. On one occasion, during the storm at sea, Jesus had to rebuke them, ‘Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?’ Yet, Jesus dares to send out these flawed disciples on mission. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Jesus sent them out in pairs. The strengths of one could compensate for the weaknesses of the other, and vice verso.

The Lord continues to send us out together on mission to share the treasures of the gospel we have received. Like the first disciples, we too are flawed; we all have a long way to go in our relationship with the Lord. Yet, the Lord wants us to share in his mission together, knowing that together we are more likely to reveal his loving and healing presence to others that just as lone individuals. The Lord has gifted each of us in a unique way through the Holy Spirit. We each have something to give out of what the Lord has given us and something to receive from others out of what the Lord has given them. The Lord needs us all if his mission in today’s world is to be a dynamic one. He needs both our willingness to give from what we have received from him and our willingness to receive from what he has given to others. In the second reading, Paul speaks about ‘the richness of the grace which God has showered on us’. That richness of grace that God has showered on us through his Son becomes evident only when we journey together, when we share together in the mission of Jesus. Again in the words of that reading, individually, ‘we have been stamped with the seal of the Holy Spirit’. The Spirit has stamped us in a way that is unique to each of us. When we come together to share in the Lord’s mission, the full richness of the Spirit’s life within us and among us will become evident to all.

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(ii) Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

July and August are traditionally the months when people take holidays. More often than not we speak in terms of going on holiday. For most of us, a holiday involves a going, a setting out on a journey of some kind. An important part of a holiday is leaving the familiar, the place where we usually live and work, and heading off to a different kind of place. There is always something exciting about setting out on such a journey. We make such a journey gladly and willingly, with a sense of expectation and anticipation. Such journeys are of our own choosing; we make them because we want to make them.

There are other journeys in life we find ourselves making that are not of our choosing in quite the same way. These are journeys we make because, at some level, we feel we must make them. Something deep within us moves us to take a certain path, to head out in a certain direction. Even though we sense the journey may be difficult, and we may have all kinds of hesitations and reservations about it, nonetheless, we know we have to set out on this path, if we are to be true to values. Yes, we choose to make such a journey, but it is a choice in response to what seems like a call from beyond ourselves or from deep within ourselves.

Such a journey is put before us in today’s first reading. Amos, according to himself, was a shepherd and a dresser of sycamore trees in the southern kingdom of Judah. Yet, at a certain moment in his life, he felt under compulsion to make a difficult journey into the northern kingdom of Israel in order to preach the word of God there. It was a most unlikely journey for the likes of Amos to make, and Amos was well aware that it would be no holiday. Yet, he also knew that this was a journey he simply had to make. He spoke of this compulsion he felt in terms of God’s call: ‘The Lord… took me from herding the flock and… said “Go”’. Amos went because he had a strong sense that he was being sent by God. In a similar way, in the gospel reading, the disciples set out on a journey because they are sent on that journey by Jesus. They set out freely, but in response to a call, a sending.

The experience of Amos and the disciples is also very often our experience. Like them, we can find ourselves setting out on a journey that is not completely of our choosing. In today’s second reading Paul speaks about the mystery of God’s purpose. God has a purpose for our lives. That same reading speaks about God’s choice. God has chosen us to live in a certain way, chosen us to live and to journey as Jesus did. Although we are constantly making all kinds of journeys of our own choosing, whether it is the journey associated with a holiday or some other journey, there is a more fundamental journey that God has chosen for us. God’s choice, God’s purpose, impinges on us throughout our lives, prompting us to take certain paths and to avoid others, moving us to set out in one direction rather than another. The basic shape of the journey that God has chosen for us is visible in the life of Jesus. God never ceases to call us to take that journey, to walk in the way of his Son. Although God has chosen this journey for us - ‘before the world was made’, according to the second reading - God also wants us to choose this journey for ourselves, and God waits for us to do so. This is not a choice we make once and for all. Rather, it is a choice we are constantly remaking. Throughout our lives we keep on choosing to surrender to God’s purpose for our lives; we keep on trying to set out on the journey God is calling us to take; we keep on inviting God to have his way in our lives, saying with Mary, ‘Let it be to me according to your word’.

If we keep on choosing the journey that God has chosen for us in Christ, responding to God’s call, this will impact on all the various smaller journeys we take in life. It will influence the way we holiday for example. We will choose to holiday in ways that are genuinely recreational, that truly re-create us in the image of God’s Son. We will relax in ways that are really life-giving for ourselves and for others, that help us to become more fully the person God has chosen us to be.

The readings this morning invite us to become more attuned to the Lord’s call to journey in a particular way. Like Amos and the disciples, we may feel anxious and uncertain before this call, but, in heeding that call, we are assured of what the second reading refers to as ‘the richness of the grace that God has showered upon us’. The Lord does not send us out on the journey he has chosen for us without also providing for us along the way. As we try to be faithful to the Lord’s way, we will experience, in the words of today’s Psalm, the Lord’s saving help.

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(iii) Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

There is a strong link between today’s first reading and gospel reading. In both readings, people are called. Amos was a shepherd and a farmer, when suddenly he heard the Lord call him to proclaim God’s word to people far to the North of where he lived. These were people who needed to hear God’s word. Amos would never have seen himself in this role. He seems to have been quite happy looking after his sheep and sycamore trees. In the gospel reading, Jesus sends out the twelve in pairs to proclaim his word to those who needed to hear it, and to enact that word by freeing people of their demons and healing the sick with oil. A short while before this, these twelve disciples were working away at their day to day tasks. At least four of them earned their living fishing on the sea of Galilee, and another earned his living by collecting taxes for the Romans. Yet, just as God called Amos from his work to proclaim his word, so Jesus called these twelve from their various jobs to follow him and then to go out in his name, so that he could be present through them to those that Jesus could not reach personally.

Amos and the twelve had a sense of being called. They experienced a call which they felt they had to respond to.  The same could be said of Mary of Nazareth. Her call was unique, to become the mother of God’s Son. She was a young woman from Nazareth, learning the skills that women of her age learned at that time. Yet, the Lord called her and she responded. There was a woman called Lydia in the early church; she features in the Acts of the Apostles. She was a dealer in purple cloth, the most expensive cloth of the time. In Philippi, she heard Paul preach the gospel and she felt called by Paul’s preaching. She went on to become Paul’s host, inviting him to her home. It is likely that her home became a gathering place for the church in Philippi. All of these men and women, and many more, discerned that God was calling them to something; they had a sense of vocation. There was a time when the word ‘vocation’ applied largely to those who felt a call to the priesthood or religious life. Yet, we all have a vocation from God, which is rooted in our baptism. We are each called to be the presence of God’s love in the world, to be followers of God’s Son, Jesus, and temples of God’s Spirit. This shared vocation is one that we each live in a very personal way.

How we live out that shared vocation will be shaped by our personal circumstances in life and our unique identity. There is a long-standing saying in the tradition of the church that ‘grace builds on nature’. The unique vocation that the Lord gives each one of us builds on our natural gifts and limitations and takes into account the particular circumstances of our day to day lives. We each have to discern what our personal vocation from the Lord means for me at this time of my life, in this place where I find myself. We ask ourselves, ‘What is the Lord calling me to do here and now?’ Whereas our fundamental vocation remains the same all through our lives, what it means concretely will change as our life situation changes. What the Lord is calling me to do when I am seventy is not what he called me to do when I was thirty. What the Lord may be calling me to do now that my health is failing somewhat is not what he called me to do when I was strong and healthy. Yet, the Lord never ceases to call us to be his messengers in the world, to allow our lives to be shaped by his Spirit. That call remains with us until the day we die. We need to keep praying for the strength to take the path that our personal vocation may require us to go down, at whatever stage in life we find ourselves.

The Lord continues to call us, even when we are somewhat slow to respond. History suggests that people often do not follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit but instead lean into a spirit of darkness. Yet, God continues to call, patiently pursuing his great project of an earth inhabited by people who let the Holy Spirit of God’s love shape their lives. Each of us is vitally important to the realization of this dream of God. To the extent that each one of us is trying to respond to the Lord’s personal call to us, we are helping others to respond to their call. The Lord’s call is personal to each one of us but it is not a private matter. We are members of God’s people, of Christ’s body. We belong to each other and depend on each other. In the gospel reading the Lord did not send out the disciples alone, but in pairs. They needed each other if they were to live their vocation to the full. We too need each other, we need the church, if we are to be faithful to the Lord’s very personal call to each of us.

And/Or

(iv) Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Some people going on a journey they as much as possible to cover every eventuality. They leave nothing to chance, but then arrive home having used only some of what they brought and wonder why they brought so much with them. Others are happy to go on a journey with the basics that they think they will need, knowing that they can probably purchase anything else they will need when they get to their destination. Jesus’ instructions to the twelve in today’s gospel reading as they set out on a journey are very minimalist indeed. He starts off by telling them to take nothing for the journey and then goes on to make a few exceptions. They can bring a staff for walking and they can wear sandals. Otherwise, they are to depend on God to provide for them and on the hospitality of those to whom they preach the gospel.

What could that gospel reading have to say to us today? There is a sense in which we are all sent out on mission by the Lord, like Amos in the first reading and the twelve in the gospel reading, although not in the way they were sent out. We are all called to share our faith with others in some way. There is to be a missionary dimension to our faith. For most of us, that will not mean going on a journey far from our home, like Amos who was sent by God from his work as a shepherd and sycamore tree dresser to preach God’s word far to the north. Most of us are asked to be missionary wherever we find ourselves. The parents of Julia, Ellen and Caoimhe, have shared their faith with them in their homes, and they are now ready to make their first holy communion. In the gospel reading, Jesus sends the twelve to bring his healing power to those whom they would meet on their journey. We show ourselves to be the Lord’s missionaries whenever we are instruments of his healing presence in the places where we live and work. The Lord wants to work through each one of us to build up, inspire and strengthen those we meet. The twelve were sent out to give to others what they themselves had received from the Lord. Before we can be instruments of the Lord’s sustaining and healing presence, we need to experience his presence in our own lives. Before the twelve were sent out by the Lord, they had to spend time in his company. He first called them to be present to himself, to experience his loving and life-giving presence in their own lives. Only after some time of receiving from the Lord did he send them out to give as they had received. If as individuals we are to be the Lord’s missionaries today, we need to learn to receive from him first. The Lord has much to give us and we have much to receive from him. The Lord’s mission to each one of us is primary. If we welcome the Lord’s mission to us, if we allow the Lord to serve us, then we will be empowered to share in his mission of service to others. The Lord will work through us to bring healing and wholeness to the lives of others.

The Lord serves us when we come before him in prayer; he also serves us through others. Perhaps the Lord sent out the twelve with so few material provisions because he wanted them to receive from others as well as to give to them. Yes, they had a wonderful treasure to share but they also had much to receive from those to whom they were being sent. In travelling light, they were showing that they were not self-sufficient. They were sent out by the Lord in a vulnerable state, so that they would learn to depend on others and ultimately on God working through others. We are called to share in the Lord’s mission to others, but also to open ourselves to the Lord’s mission to us through others. We have the treasure of the faith to share with others, what the second reading calls ‘the richness of the grace which God has showered on us’. Yet, others have a similar treasure to share with us. There are ways that we can bring the Lord’s loving, healing presence to others and there are ways we need to receive the Lord’s presence from others. No one of us possess all the richness of God’s grace. It has been shared out between us all. We all have much to give to others out of our relationship with the Lord and much to receive from others out of their relationship with the Lord. In virtue of our baptism, each one of us has been ‘stamped with the seal of the Holy Spirit’, in the words of today’s second reading. We have each been gifted by the Holy Spirit in different ways and we need each other’s gifts.

In the gospel reading, not only did Jesus send out the twelve sufficiently vulnerable to require them to depend on others, but he sent them out two by two, rather than individually. Jesus knew that a disciple’s greatest asset would be a co-disciple. We need each other’s faith, each other’s witness, each other’s gifts of the Spirit, as Julia, Ellen and Caoimhe will continue to need the faith of their parents. We need the community of believers, the church, if we are to share fully in the Lord’s mission in the world today.

Fr. Martin Hogan.