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and I feel the oral fixation being so so strong in this chilli's tonight.
#nsfwtext#wanna be all cuddled up#and have them read something#while I pleasure them#have them read out loud to me#and hear their brain slowly dissolve#shaky breath and sweet sounds an my arms around their thighs to keep them from denying me access#me slowing down so they continue reading#but their voice is all soft and low now and sometimes they just need some seconds to enjoy the moment#just staying like that cuddling and pleasure and reading#me getting so so cotton brained and needy i can't hold back my own moans and desperate little sounds#and them pocking fun of how braindead and gone i sound#so dumb i can probably not even comprehend what they are saying anyway#they put the book aside and tell me to not worry they know I am note cut out to think just a stupid girl#all my brain is good for is serving and whorshipping them#my moans of love and desperation little preyers to them#yeah#eitherway#shaking my head every few seconds to get the picture of me whorshipping someone out of my head#like a dog thats wet and or bothered by a fly#fully not doing well#you know what I'll do? I'll play some stardew valley and make some art and maybr that will calm me down#also music#atmos bloom my beloved#am literally whineing and pouting and withering away because i don't have an outlet for this right now!!!!#no one has it worse than me#:cccccc#(this is just me being silly and pouty)#literally feel homesick for a lap to burry my face into#WHATEVER
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Right Next Door
Simon Riley x Reader
Summary : Your mysterious neighbour helps you out when a date goes wrong, what happens when you try to befriend him?
Warnings : Creepy guy, Simon Riley, Delusion
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The air was biting cold as I climbed the steps to my apartment building, my heart pounding as I tried to maintain a polite smile. The date had been a disappointment from the start, but Iâd wanted to see it through, thinking maybe I was just nervous.
Yet, every attempt to cut the night short had fallen on deaf ears, and now he was right behind me, insisting on escorting me all the way for my own 'safety'.
I fumbled with my bag, pretending to search for my keys. âThanks for the evening,â I said, hoping heâd take the hint and turn around.
âOh, donât thank me yet.â He laughed, sidling a little too close, his shoulder brushing mine. âThe night doesnât have to end here, you know. Letâs go to yours for a nightcap.â
I forced a laugh, swallowing down the anxiety building up. âI⌠donât think thatâs a good idea.â
His face shifted, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. âCome on,â he murmured, edging closer, his hand reaching to touch my arm. âWe had a nice time. You canât tell me you didnât feel it too.â
I forced myself to meet his gaze, my voice firm. âIâm just��� not interested in taking things further tonight, maybe another day.â
His smile faltered, frustration creeping into his tone. âWhatâs the problem? You were all smiles back there. Now you're not interested?"
I tried to step back, but he mirrored my movements, closing the space between us as I reached my door and closing in on me. "You know it's not fair to lead a guy on, right?"
My fingers finally found the keys and I gripped it tightly between my fingers, trying to resist the urge to ram it into his eyeball.
He trespassed the line even further as he leaned in, his gross breath burning against my cheek. "Just one kiss,â he muttered, his hand pressing against the doorframe to cage me in.
Panic flared as I shook my head. âPlease, Iâd rather you didnât. I just⌠donât feel that way.â
His expression darkened, eyes narrowing as he leaned even closer. âTeasing me all night just to leave me hanging, huh? Thatâs how you get your fun?â
I felt the words stick in my throat, my pulse racing. His voice grew harsher, thick with frustration as he got angrier. âYou think youâre too good for me? That it?â
I barely had a second to process his words when a shadow appeared in the hallway, and I felt a wave of relief and fear as I recognized my neighborâSimon Riley.
The big guy who had moved here a few months ago, aside of the few times we passed each other in the hallways, I rarely saw him. He was always quiet, I've never heard him talk and not a peep of noise was heared through the walls.
Something about his size and the dark clothing he always wore ( and the usual grumpy expression on his face ) had, for some reason, caught my eye. Maybe it had something to do with all the books I read with the typical older grumpy man and the sweet sunshine girl trope.
That trope was unfortunately a guilty pleasure of mine, having always wanted to feel safe, protected and taken care of by someone. Someone in whose presence I could just turn my brain off without a worry and know I'll be fine
Maybe those desires were born from my feelings of loneliness and my hard time in making friends. Maybe, it was because I wanted someone to love and accept me as I am and see me as me and still fully and wholly love me.
Sometimes, when I would just think and daydream of having such man, I couldn't help the flashes of my neighbours face in my mind. I wanted to actually love and be loved so badly instead of just imagining it, so I had decided to go out for the first time in a very long time, unfortunately I just ended up putting myself in this situation.
But, as I saw Simon standing in the doorway of his flat, right next to mine. His presence as imposing as ever, I was immediately swarmed by images of being wrapped up and safe in those tree trunk arms- ( valid )
His gaze was calm, but the tension radiating off him was anything but. He took a step forward, his voice low and laced with quiet authority that made my brain tingly in all the right ways.
âI think youâve overstayed your welcome,â he said, voice gruff and cold. âLeave.â
My date turned, his confidence faltering for the first time, though he tried to laugh it off. âAnd who are you, her guard dog?â
Simonâs jaw clenched, and he took another slow step toward him. âIf you know whatâs good for you, youâll walk away. Now.â
The guy scoffed, glancing at me as if I would defend him, but I could only stare, feeling my pulse in my throat as Simonâs presence loomed, unyielding and almost terrifying in its intensity.
âFine,â the man muttered, backing away with a huff. âGood luck with that one. Sheâs just a tease anyway.â He threw a final look over his shoulder, muttering curses under his breath as he disappeared down the stairwell.
I let out a shaky breath, the tension in my body finally loosening. My eyes met Simonâs, and for a moment, I was acutely aware of how close he still stood, the quiet strength and warmth radiating off him.
âThank you,â I murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
Simonâs gaze flicked over me, taking in my tense posture, the unsteady breaths. âGet inside,â he said softly, his tone softer but still firm. He didnât move, just kept watching, waiting until I stepped back into my flat.
I wanted to say moreâto thank him properly, to explainâbut my voice failed me. I just nodded, stepping back into my apartment as he remained outside, a silent sentinel. As I closed the door behind me, I felt the echo of his presence linger, leaving me wondering who Simon Riley really was behind the walls he kept so carefully constructed.
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I leaned against my door, heart still racing from the confrontation with my date. What just happened?
I pressed my palms to my cheeks, feeling the heat rising in them, embarrassment crashing over me in waves. I wanted to scream at myself for letting things get so out of hand.
Why hadnât I been firmer?
My dateâs cruel words echoed in my mind. âTeasing me all nightâŚâ Had I really been that confusing?
I knew I had always had a hard time speaking to people, but I did not think I had been teasing or anything alike at all. In fact, I was pretty sure I was keeping my distance the whole night.
I sank down to the floor, knees pulled to my chest, wishing I could disappear. It wasnât the first time I had been made to feel this way, but it hurt more than usual. I hated that I had let him walk me to my door, thinking it would be harmless, but now, all I felt was a sense of violation mixed with anger.
But as I replayed the events of the night, my thoughts drifted to Simon. The way he had stepped in, fierce and unwavering, how his presence had made me feel safer. His intense gaze, the way he commanded attention without even trying, sent a flutter through my chest. Why did he even care?
In the days that followed, I found myself stealing glances at Simon whenever I heard him in the hallway or caught sight of him through the window. He always seemed so focused, moving with purpose and intensity that made my heart race. He was intimidating but alsoâŚprotective. I couldnât help but admire the way he carried himself, confident and strong, making it hard to believe he even lived next door to me.
I found myself thinking about him more than I wanted to admit. What was it about him? There was something in the way he furrowed his brow when he was deep in thought, or how his lips curled slightly when he was amused, that made my heart skip a beat.
Iâd catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like to get to know him, to see the softer side that lay beneath his tough exterior.
But would he even be interested in someone like me?
One evening, as I sat at my kitchen table, the smell of cookies wafting through the air, I decided I needed to make a move. Maybe a little gesture would help break the ice. I figured Iâd bring him a treat and see how he responded. I hesitated, biting my lip as I gathered my courage, reminding myself that it was just cookies, not a marriage proposal.
After baking, I carefully placed the cookies in a small tin and knocked on his door, my heart pounding. I waited, second-guessing myself. What if he thought I was a silly little girl for doing this?
When the door opened, Simon stood there, dressed in his usual casual attire, the warmth of the lights behind him casting shadows across his face. âYeah?â he asked, his deep voice grounding me despite the chaos in my head.
âUm, I made some cookies,â I stammered, holding out the tin. âI thought you might like some.â
He glanced at the tin, then back to me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. âYou didnât have to do that,â he said, though he accepted it without hesitation. The briefest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and for a moment, I felt a flutter of hope.
âI just wanted to thank you for helping me the other night,â I added quickly, my cheeks warming under his gaze. âYou really saved me.â
He nodded, but the moment felt fleeting, like catching smoke in my hands. âNo problem,â he said, his voice steady. âJust doing what I had to.â
And just like that, he closed the door, leaving me standing in the hallway, heart racing, filled with a mixture of elation and disappointment.
Was that all?
I turned to leave, feeling a knot of longing tightening in my chest. I wanted more than just a quick exchange; I wanted to be seen by him.
In the following days, I couldnât help but keep an eye out for him. Each time I spotted Simon in the hallway, my heart raced, a blend of hope and anxiety filling me. Iâd muster the courage to say something, anything, to bridge the gap between us.
âHey, Simon,â Iâd manage, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to catch his eye. Heâd glance my way, a quick nod, but his focus would shift immediately, and Iâd feel that familiar pang of rejection in my chest.
Days turned into weeks, and I found myself trying harder to initiate conversations. I would catch him on his way to the gym or returning from work. Each time, Iâd greet him, my heart pounding, and every time, heâd respond with a grunt or a nod. I wanted to learn more about him, to break through the walls he had built around himself, but he always seemed to have somewhere to be.
One afternoon, I spotted him in the hallway, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. My pulse quickened, and I took a deep breath. âHey, Simon! How was your day?â I asked, attempting to sound casual.
He looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he replied, âFine.â He didnât elaborate, and I felt a heaviness settle in my stomach.
âJustâŚfine?â I pressed, hoping to elicit more. âDid you have a busy week?â
He sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket. âYou could say that.â
I bit my lip, trying to think of something else to say, but the silence stretched awkwardly between us. âWell, if you ever want to talk or hang out, you canââ
âIâm not looking for friends,â he cut in, his tone sharper than I expected. âI did what I had to out of duty. Donât think about it too much.â
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I could only stare at him, my heart sinking as his gaze shifted, avoiding mine. âItâs nothing personal,â he added, but it felt cold, devoid of the warmth Iâd hoped for.
âI understand,â I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands trembled slightly, and I fought back tears as I watched him step past me, leaving me standing there, shattered.
I felt the weight of his dismissal settle heavily on my shoulders, a reminder of how invisible I really was to him. My heart ached, not just from his words but from the reality that I would never be more than an afterthought to Simon Riley.
As I stepped into my flat, the door closing behind me, I sank down against it, tears slipping down my cheeks. I had wanted to be seen, to have someone recognize my worth, but instead, I was left with the painful truth: Simon didnât want me around, and that stung more than I could express.
Each encounter with him became a reminder of my own insecurities, and the ache in my chest grew heavier with each passing day. I felt lost in the maze of my feelings for him, unable to reconcile the admiration I felt with the reality of his indifference.
All I wanted was a connection, but somehow, it felt as if I was always reaching for something just out of my grasp, destined to remain alone while he moved on, unbothered by my existence.
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New In Town
A/N: hey there, to the anon that requested this, I lost your actual submission but I hope this lived up to expectation! I started writing this, forgot I started it, and then got sick but I tried my best haha, enjoy! Happy pride month! - mod ghost
p.s. sorry to mod angel, I definitely called her out in this fic lolÂ
You had only been at the BAU for about a week, but something about Spencer made you feel like a moth drawn to a flame, as cliche as that might be. Sometimes, youâd catch yourself staring at him during briefings or even just sitting at your respective desks. Watching the way his hands would move over pages as he tore his way through books. His reading speed always amazed you, and you wondered how he actually retained any of the information he was taking in. Yesterday, heâd caught your gaze, making eye contact with you and giving you a polite grin before returning back to whatever it was heâd been doing. Your heart nearly pounded itself out of your chest, which is about when it dawned on you that you definitely had feelings for him. Shit, you thought to yourself briefly. It was probably best to keep this to yourself for now, youâd heard a lot about everything he had been through from the other members of the team and figured itâd be best to leave him alone. Even if you thought this while in private, it didnât seem to actually stop you from flirting with him. What could possibly go wrong? Heâd say no, but that wasnât terrible. A few days later, you found him at his desk before the team was about to fly off to investigate a new case. You, however, werenât cleared for field work yet, so you had to work in something before he went,
Gently putting a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, you leaned in closer to him as you said, âHave a safe flight, pretty boy, Iâll see you when you get back,â then walked off toward Garcia while practically being able to feel his eyes on you. Whether that was a good thing or not, you couldnât tell, and the idea of having to wait until the team came back stirred up some nervousness that seized in the pit of your stomach but you pushed it aside for now to focus on helping Penelope here in Quantico. âIâm sorry, why is Reid making that face?â She laughed as she all but chased you further down the hall and away from the bullpen.
âIâm fairly certain I just called him pretty boy or something, I donât know. I mightâve blacked out.â You sighed, averting her gaze as much as possible as you pushed through the door leading to all of her equipment.
âI knew it! You have a crush on Spencer!â Garcia cried in excitement, seconds away from jumping up and down. âCould you yell it any louder?? He might hear you! China might hear youââ You grab her arm as you whisper hurriedly, pulling her through the door and closing it behind her, â--wait, am I really that obvious about it?? Who else knows other than you?â âMainly us girls, donât worry. But I might be able to help you, see if he likes you back?â âWhat, have my own spy crew just for a crush? No way, Iâll get over it.â You brush a hand through your hair in embarrassment and frustration as you and her sit next to each other at her desk. All you could think about was Spencer, though. Nothing that happened throughout the day could fix that. Especially when he called a few hours later to ask for information. Garcia picked up the phone before you could react or steel yourself to the idea of talking to him again. âHey, tall dark and nerdy, talk to meâ She spoke quickly, leaning back in her chair. It made you blush, which you silently cursed her for. âUh, hey, Garcia,â he paused to chuckle, âI need your helpââ âObviouslyâ You started to get up to escape the room and compose yourself, but, much to your chagrin, heâd heard the background noise over the phone, âIs someone else in there with you?â His voice crackled over the phone line again, which made Penelope stop you from moving,Â
âYes, actually,â She nudged you as she spoke,
âH-uh, Hi, Spence.â You spoke up, trying to sound lighthearted. The idea of speaking to him again this soon seized your heart and made it hard to breathe.Â
âHeyâŚas you can probably hear, I made it here safe. No need to worry.â There was a bit of a teasing tone to his voice. Youâd never quite heard him use that tone with you before. Or anyone for that matter.Â
Before you had time to process that, they were on to talking about the case again and you were able to escape the situation pretty much unscathed.Â
The rest of the team didnât return until later that week, on a Friday, so Garcia got pizza for everyone to celebrate.Â
She came to grab you from your desk and the two of you arrived just in time to see something that stirred up something in you, so deep you think you were possessed by one of your distant descendants.
âYouâre cutting pizza with a butter knife?!â You ask incredulously, not meaning to come off so viciously.Â
Spencer froze, plastic butter knife still in hand as he stabbed into the pizza.Â
âWeâŚWe donât have a pizza cutter here, and some of the slices were kinda stuck together with cheeseâŚâ he explained, almost frozen in place as he awkwardly chuckled at the ridiculous nature of the conversation while Garcia couldnât help but laugh.Â
âSorry, I honestly have no idea what came over me. Letâs uh, letâs dig into this pizza, huh? Now that Iâm done getting possessed by my grandma?â You joke, going closer to the table with Penelope and grabbing one of the slices that wereâŚcut. Definitely not sawed apart poorly. Heâd tried his best. At this current moment, Spencer Reid was honestly just lucky he was cute. Despite that, you smiled politely and spent time with your found family that is the BAU.
That night, after all the fun was over and it was time to go home for a much needed crash, it had been just you and Spencer. You both volunteered to clean up after everything so that everyone else could go home for some much needed rest and to get a start on their weekend. They tried to insist that theyâd help, too, but everyone was tired and it wasnât that big of a mess so there was no need for everyone to stay.Â
You thought itâd be fine, because surely you could be at least somewhat normal around him, right?Â
The two of you easily talked and joked the whole time, the energy in the room fairly normal until you both reached for the same pizza box. Your hands brushed together and you instinctively looked up at each other, a similar electric feeling running down both your spines.Â
âOh, I can umâŚI can grab that.â you speak softly, almost afraid to speak in the sudden intense silence.Â
âItâs okay, I got it. Itâs the least I could do after you almost stabbed me earlier for my inferior method of cutting pizza.â Spence replied with a soft smile.
âHey, you were the one with the plastic knife, mister.âÂ
âIâm never gonna live that down, am I?âÂ
âNot as long as Iâm here,â
You both broke out into laughter then there were a few moments of just eye contact before youâd started to lean in closer slowly. Like too fast of a movement would scare him away. It seemed like he would, too, but before either of you could touch the other, he quickly stood up and away from you.
âSorryâum, itâs been a long day. I can take care of taking out the rest of the trash, you donât have to stick around. Thanks for the help, though.â He says hastily, grabbing one of the two bags of garbage bags that sat by the door and quickly rushing off.Â
You sighed to yourself and grabbed your bag, heading out for the night and silently cursing at yourself. If it wasnât awkward before, it would be now.Â
But you just couldnât help yourself around Spencer, everything about him screamed out to you like some sort of siren call. Every time you werenât around him, basically anything would remind you of him.Â
You just needed to bite the bullet and ask him out, so thatâs exactly what you were going to do. The worst he could do was say no, right?Â
So the week after that, you had finally worked up some courage. The whole team was at a bar together, Spencer being the only one not drinking as per usual. You, being about two drinks in at this point, had enough of tiptoeing around him.Â
Itâs now or never, you thought.Â
You went over to him while everyone else was doing their own thing in different spots in the bar, so it was just the two of you, and you sat yourself next to him.Â
Spencer looked over and smiled kindly at you, his brown doe eyes shining in the dim lighting. Your chest flooded with warm affection as soon as you made eye contact with him, and it made you that much more sure about this.Â
âHey, having fun?â he asked cheerfully, the happiest youâd heard him in a while. Since youâd started working at the BAU, youâd realize when you thought about this moment later.Â
âYeah, but umâŚI really need to ask you something, Spence.âÂ
âOh? By all means, go ahead,â he gestures for you to continue, turning his body toward yours to give you his full attention.Â
âOkay soâŚumâŚIâŚI like you. Like, I really like youââ you started to say, before he interjected.Â
âThis isnât sounding like a questionâ
âSpencer, pleaseâ
âSorry, go onâ he sheepishly smiled, apparently having fun teasing you a little.Â
âThank you, but I uhhâŚshitââ you cursed.Â
âYou were saying you really like me?âÂ
âRightâso, I was wonderingâŚifâŚif youâd want toâŚmaybeâŚgo out sometime? With me?â
âWeâŚare out,â he gestured to the bar around the two of you, âright now.âÂ
âThatâs not what I meanââ
âI know what you mean, and IâŚIâm not sure.â
âWhat?â
âIâve had a lot happen to me recently, between going to jail and everything that happened with Cat, as well as everything else and our jobs themselvesâŚIâm not sure I have room to have someone else in my life. No matter how much I like you, too.âÂ
You nearly gasped when he said he liked you, too, but you held it back. This was the most emotionally vulnerable heâd ever been around you. You werenât going to take advantage of that.Â
âWellâŚâ you take his hand in both of yours, holding it close to your chest. âWe could take things slowâŚride things out, yâknow? But thatâs only if you want to. Iâm here to make sure youâre happy. Whether itâs with me or not.â
He stared at you silently for a moment, considering everything youâd just told him. He kept glancing from your eyes to your lips, as if he was contemplating at a speed your slightly buzzed mind wasnât quite up to keeping up with.Â
Before you could speak or even think further on it, he was leaning forward and speaking low enough that only you would be hearing it.Â
âLetâs go, letâs go back to my place. Weâll talk about this more, I just can barely hear myself think with the music in here.âÂ
You nodded and stood up from the booth, both of you waving goodbye to the rest of the team with gentle smiles before walking off.Â
Back at his apartment, he barely had the door closed 5 minutes before he was kissing you.Â
So much for talking things through.Â
The way his lips pressed to yours felt passionate, desperate even. Like heâd been waiting to do this for a long time. You let yourself relax into it, your hand drifting up to tangle your fingers in his hair. Everything about kissing him just made you want to lose yourself in him until you werenât sure where each of you ended and began.Â
Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pulled away, taking in deep breaths and pushing his hair back away from his face but still close enough that you could feel his breath ghosting over your face.Â
âSorry, thatâŚI shouldnât haveââ
Before he could finish, you were pulling him back in for more. He wasnât about to get away with a kiss like that with just a simple âsorryâ. Not if you had anything to say about it.Â
The two of you ended up tangled together in his bed for the rest of the night, the blanket gently wrapped around you both in a comfortable silence.Â
Talking could wait, for now you were justâŚtogether, and that was more than enough.
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Hello. It's me again. I'm sure you've realized by now what this type of introduction to a post is leading into. I'm going to bring up another page in the bill book. This entry is going to be less about "proving" anything, but rather it's just something I'd like to discuss. (Also just a warning, this one ends up a bit long due to how many photos are included!)
As I have said before. I had many many thoughts, and I am liable to talk about them until they're all talked out. I want to focus on a single page again (Or I guess, a single double page).
Sorry for the kinda small image here, but don't worry. I'll point out the part I want to talk about.
What I find strange about these pages in particular, aside from the fact that it starts to become written like some sort of noir novel and that Bill has chosen to speak like a femme-fatale, is the new idea it suggests to us:
Bill at some point told Ford he was from another dimension.
I say "at some point" because Ford doesn't react to the idea like this is new information here. Why do I find that strange? Well, for one thing, there's never anything that would indicate Ford knew this pre-portal.
To start, we know that Bill introduces himself to Ford as "a Muse"
Notice the way Ford speaks about him. "From a higher plane, divine, otherworldly". He makes some guesses on the second page (spirit, alien, dream, etc), but nothing to indicate they've discussed the whole other-dimension thing yet. Of course, this is still early, so let's skip further ahead.
Here's where we start talking about other dimensions.
Bill has told his "weirdness dimension" lie to Ford, but there's no implication that he himself is from this dimension. And not to mention, this dimension hasn't been destroyed, so naturally it cannot be the one he talks about in the Bill Book pages.
Regardless, Bill is still being referred to as a divine thing, unknowable and even possibly not real. Safe to say he isn't inter-dimensional yet, so let's continue.
(this section has been edited from its original wording)
Here Fiddleford and his idiosyncrasies enter the fray, and Ford debates telling him. Fiddleford is aware they're building a portal to another dimension, so it would not be that far of a stretch in that vein for Ford to also explain that Bill himself is from one. But Ford's attitude toward the situation veers towards the less scientific. Ford still considers Bill to be something divine, and is worried Fiddleford would think black magic is happening.
Worrying that Fiddleford would think he's gone mad is one thing, but the emphasis on black magic and fiddlefords superstitions strike me as odd.
I understand there are likely several varying reasons why Ford wouldn't want to tell Fiddleford about Bill, even if Ford DID know he was from a different dimension, however:
If Ford had something to suggest Bill's essence was more scientific in nature, I.E. him being from another dimension himself, I think he would've put that into consideration in that when deciding whether to reveal him to Fiddleford, or at the very least would've given up the emphasis on his superstitious nature.
I'm not trying to say he would've actually fully revealed it to Fiddleford if this were the case, but I think the thought process around the concept of doing so would be different.
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We're closing in on the portal test now. Ford refers to him here as a "non corporeal entity". He is non corporeal so long as he exists only in the astral plane... but is that what Ford is talking about? Or does he believe Bill has only ever existed in the mindscape? Does he know yet? I don't think this page actually includes much of an answer, I just figured it should be included.
The next-next page does have Ford cheekily refer to him as "imaginary" though...
Fairly soon after this, the portal incident and the betrayal happens. Could it be possible that somewhere within these pages, Bill spilt his home dimension backstory? I'm still inclined to think not.
These questions have no definitive answer, but I am led to wonder:
1) Bill's whole dynamic with Ford is that of a "Muse" inspiring intelligent minds throughout history, wouldn't the reveal of him being from another dimension call this dynamic into question?
2) If Bill is something from another dimension, wouldn't asking Ford to build a portal to a dimension totally-not-at-all-related-to-him become suspicious? Would Ford not question his motives at that point?
(A later edit: As has been pointed out in the reblogs, some of what I have discussed thus far fails to take into account the mental state Ford could be in due to Bill's abuse/manipulations. Expecting perfect logic and reasoning from him like the two questions above are asking for may not be fair. I am leaving them in this post so the aforementioned reblogs continue to make sense, but again, how his prolonged abuse factors into his logic and decision-making should be taken into consideration.)
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I have just a few more post-portal pages to show to continue my long winded discussion with as well.
The pages about Exwhylia read a bit weirdly, admittedly. The first page Ford states he thought this was Bill's birthplace, the second page he states he believes Bill came from somewhere similar but was mysteriously destroyed.
If Ford thought this 2-D dimension had been reduced to an atom before he got there, how could he have planned to go? And I should hardly call being destroyed by a monster a "mysterious" method of destroying. Whatever the explanation for the way these are written is, I don't think they read like Bill has ever spoken to Ford about his home dimension.
Additionally, he mentions his "quest to defeat Bill" is what led him here, which I feel implies he learned of this place after being portaled.
I wish I had a good closer for this mini-essay, but the questions I asked above the Exwhylia section were originally supposed to be it. I don't believe Bill had told Ford about his dimension. That's the end of the sentence.
MAJOR ADDENDUM:
I can't believe I missed this (I can believe it) but.. In the book of Bill, Ford refers to Bill as "extradimensional" after their very first meeting!
Pinpointing the answer to my timeline question supposedly to this exact moment. In my opinion, if you combine this with everything I've mentioned above, no part of this idea from the book of bill makes any sense at all. You might remember at the beginning of this post, Ford guesses at what type of creature Bill is... two years after this last page here was supposed to have been written.
Additionally, if he had known there was an "extradimensional" creature in gravity falls at this point in time, I should hardly think it would've taken him two whole years after that to think of the idea that the Falls' weirdness may come from out of our dimension! (Not to mention in J3 he tells us the idea was told to him directly from Bill. Two years elapsed between these conversations? Knowing Ford, not likely. Again, even if Bill somehow did avoid telling him that whole time, I think Ford very well could've figured it out on his own by then.)
#book of bill spoilers#the book of bill spoilers#long post#(The following tags are later additions)#This post is very Ford centric but I neglected to mention Bill's perspective#Him revealing this to Ford would've put his whole plan in danger for no reason... so I don't think he would#bob investigations
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May I request some fluff with Alhaitham and an overworked and stressed reader who just won't put the book down due to an upcoming exam đđŞđť + they are struggling with motivation to study but they just NEED to study now or they'll fail or get a low grade
OF COURSE!! Thank you for requesting !! Also Iâm assuming you have an exam so wishing you good luck
Alhaitham x Stressed Reader
WARNINGS: none aside from cursing, This is all fluff
CHARACTERS: Alhaitham, (im gonna write this as if alhaitham and reader are still in college btw !! Both of you are dating in this AU and dormmates too)
Okay Iâm gonna write headcanons and then a mini oneshot after <3
please tell me if I accidentally mischaracterized him Iâm really sorry in advance if I do đ
Alhaitham would be telling you the entire afternoon that day to drink water, eat a snack and most importantly, take a break
Alhaitham would be stubborn at these times and making SURE that you are drinking water and taking care of yourself and all
Alhaitham practically tries to pull you away from your desk, but he fails. Instead just trying to keep having a conversation as an attempt to get you to get away from your studies, even if just for a minute
Alhaitham trĂes to wait for you, but you insist he goes to bed ahead. He still tries to wait, while he lays down alone, clearly worried about you though having the same expression.
Alhaitham gets out of bed every once in awhile to check if youâre done, but everyte he does, he just receives the same response. â5 more minutesâŚâ
Eventually he just stays in bed slightly frustrated and Alhaitham falls asleep waiting, that is, until he hears your frustrated mumbles from your desk.
âDamn it damn it! Why canât I get it!â
You mumbled softly to yourself. No matter how many hours of hard work youâve done today, you canât seem to process any of the information.
âFuck!â
You buried your head in your arms in frustration, clenching your fist tightly. As suddenly you felt someone trying to unclench it for you.
You flinched once you felt the touch, but once you turned, you saw your boyfriend alhaitham.
âItâs 1:07⌠you should be having some rest.â
He says, starting to put away your books.
âNono! Just 5-â
â5 more minutes? Darling itâs been 5 hours. Please rest.â
He starts to pull you out of your chair, but youâre stubborn. You say no once more in a slightly pissed tone due to overworking the entire day.
âY/n. Im serious.â
âI am too⌠just pleaseâŚâ
He saw the desperation in your eyes, but instead he pulled you into a hug, as you hurried your face into his shoulder.
âLook, the exam is in a few days correct?â
You nod
âAnd how much material have you gone through?â
âI donât knowâ
âAnd youâre only starting to study now? Why?â
âI didnât have motivation all week..I couldnât bring myself to do it..â
You started getting ready for a scolding, but instead ended up with a kiss on your forehead.
âYou ran out of motivation all week and so now that you have it, you donât want to lose it, correct?â
You nod. As your boyfriend sighs.
âAnd do you remember anything youâve been studying?â
To your shame, you shook your head.
âNo..â
Alhaitham pulls away from the hug as he cups your cheek.
âLetâs have a deal, you get some rest today and Iâll study and teach you the topics myself tomorrow morning, deal?â
âBut-â
âNo buts, would you rather you passed out unwillingly or this?â
ââŚâ
âThatâs right, thought so.â
He pulled you into the bed, as he layed you down next to him.
âPlease donât do this again..if you need motivation then..Iâll help you, Iâll do whatever just take care of yourself please.â
He kissed your cheek goodnight as both of you slept in each others arms.
Alhaitham teaches you the topics the next day and you understand it. He tells you some study tips and motivation tips like:
Make flash cards and review them before the exam
Re-type it, NO copy pasting
Reading the text aloud to someone else
Quiz yourself and your friends <3
You can also make reviewers for you and your friends to motivate you to keep giving them some
Alhaitham will be happy and proud of u <3 good luck on your exams !! (These tips are my personal study tips that got me through the school year HAHAHAHAH, they work for me at least. Good luck again !!)
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#fluff#headcanons#alhaitham#haitham#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x yn#alhaitham x you#alhaitham fluff#alhaitham headcanons#study tips
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Alrighty since people seem interested in this I guess i'll make it an official post with a an open tag!
What JJK polycule would you be a part of?
For me like I said in my original post I took it twice and the common factor was Gojo in both
satoru gojo and suguru geto this would be a super chill, deep and fun relationship. i think youâd all be best friends. its the kind of relationship where youre all comfortable with and know each other so well that words arent really even needed. gojo loves you and geto, geto loves you and gojo, and you love them both. you would die for each other. people might not even be able to tell if you guys are together or just close friends, but the answer is: both! you have fun together, no matter where you are or what you do. i feel like you and geto have to take turns being the responsible one; if you and gojo are up to something heâll gently persuade you not to do something that ends with jailtime, and when he and gojo plan an elaborate, sinister prank on nanami you have to tell them to please leave the poor dude alone. gojo is also the clingiest mf in the world, so youre gonna have to let him cling to you or geto like a koala sometimes. geto isnt as clingy, but will want to just rest with you while reading a book. both of them crave stability, but also fun. oh, and i just see them being protective as hell. theyre the strongest, so you never have to worry about anything happening to you. overall this relationship is just very stable and sweet, and you all love each other more than anything.
(the true otp of my self ships. Roruru)
And a bonus below the cut if you wanna see it without getting it yourself is nanago polycule
satoru gojo and kento nanami this would be a⌠kinda chaotic but sweet relationship. you are the middle ground that keeps nanami from killing gojo. they bicker pretty often, and disagree on a lot of things â i do think theyd love each other, though. its just in subtext. when nanami tells gojo to fuck off, its said with love. all jokes aside, i think this relationship would work out well, as long as you can balance them out. sometimes gojo needs someone to be a menace with him, sometimes nanami needs someone who ISNT a menace. gojo will steal both your and nanamis clothes, and also cling to you 24/7. nanami usually pushes him off, so youll have to oblige, otherwise heâll sulk and ask you when the divorce is coming. heâll buy both of you gifts all the time, and even if hes annoying sometimes, he loves you; and tries to show it, even when it ends up with him audibly saying âcringeâ afterwards. nanami is more lowkey with his affection, but shows it through acts of service and words of affirmation. he wants to make sure youre not feeling overwhelmed, especially considering youre the one who has to âput up with gojoâ most of the time. they argue and bicker, but the relationship is full of love from all sides.
I can see it but I also think I would be more stressed in this dynamic than I am in my roruru one.
#tag games#i don't even have a ship name for a nanago polyship with me#but it's interesting to think on#roruru
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I missed you
Prompt: You left on a mission, and it took a while to come back. And they are eager for you to come back.
Featuring: Kaveh, Kaeya, Alhaitham, Wanderer, Zhongli
Warnings: Only romance, suggestive at one point (nothing much), established relationship, spicy but nothing explicit.
A/n: No, I'm not begging someone to welcome me home like this. I swear.
Alhaitham:
Alhaitham was used to these missions of yours lasting days, sometimes even weeks. But this time he felt different, you had been away for a long time, and you had not given any sign of life. Normally you would always find a way to communicate with him, but that didn't happen this time. And these last few days it had become routine for him to stay up late, hoping that you would come into that house to fill the void he felt. But in the end, none of this happened, and he ended up just being overcome by sleep and tiredness. And there he was again, sitting on the couch immersed in his daily reading. He had already lost track of the time, his gaze shifted focus, one hour all his attention was devoted to the book, but at some point he kept staring at the door waiting for some sign from you. And just as he was about to doze off, his eyes so heavy they refused to stay open, he heard the door latch open, and he saw your silhouette. He even thought it was just the effect of sleep, he might be daydreaming or something, but soon those thoughts were put aside, as soon as he heard your sweet voice calling him. "Haitham?" You called him softly, not knowing if he was awake or asleep there on the couch. He blinked, once, twice, three times, before getting up and walking quickly towards you. "Are you okay?" His hands grabbed you around the waist, pulling you into his chest and wrapping you in a warm embrace. And you welcomed him, wrapping your arms around his body, letting yourself be carried away by the feeling of comfort it brought, you'd been away from home for days, nothing fairer than enjoying it. "Yes, I am. And you?" You snuggled into his neck, murmuring in a low, tired tone. One of his hands ran through your hair, gently stroking them, "I missed you, you took a long time." He whispers, full of tenderness in his voice. And he worried, a lot, especially when you disappeared and didn't give news like that. His mind would think of so many things, that sometimes he couldn't even close his eyes with worry. "Sorry, things got more complicated than I expected." And you gave him a little kiss on the lips, as a compensation for staying away. And he stared at you with those eyes that reminded you of emeralds, this while he smoothed a scratch on your face with his thumb, gently dragging his finger all over the area. "We have to take care of that, you can tell me how things went while I bandage it up." And to be honest, all he wanted was to keep you like this in his arms. All because he was dying of longing. Even though he was all serious, with you he showed a different side. More caring and loving, he hated to think of losing you, it drove him crazy. With that, once you walked through that door and back into his arms, his heart ceased, and he took comfort in your touch. Which he missed so much.
Kaeya:
It was late at night, but for Kaeya the night had just begun. He was in his living room, enjoying a good wine, already on his fourth glass. Even though everything seemed peaceful, his mind was full of thoughts, and all of those thoughts involved you. Suddenly a commission had come your way, and it had been two weeks since you had been out to solve the problem. Yet you and Kaeya always communicated, often by letters, you always sent him letters frequently. But not this time, he didn't receive any letters from you, and it was driving him mad. He had looked for you in many places, used his position as a Cavalry Captain to try and find you, but he had no trace of you. All he could do was sit and wait, wait for you to knock on his door, and only then would he be reassured. And as if the Archons had heard his prayers, someone knocked on his door. His heart began to skip beats as soon as he heard the sound at the door. He hurried to open it, only to see the little face he had missed so much. He was quick to pull you into a hug, nestling you in his arms, not leaving a gap for you to let go. "Someday you'll kill me with anticipation." He chuckles, as he murmurs against your ear. And you laughed back, clinging onto him even tighter, if that was even possible. "I'm back, I'm not leaving anytime soon." You nod at him, and he pulls away a little, only to pull you into a passionate, tender kiss. Surely he wanted to take you to the bedroom and make love with you passionately, to make up for lost time. But he wanted to hear you out first, to take you in and make you feel wanted, just like you were. He would surely want to know the story in full detail. "I'd be going crazy if I let you out again." With a cocky smile he says, his eye scanning every inch of your face. Archons, how he missed you. You put your hands around his neck as he leaned you against the closed door. "I have so much to tell you, if it's up to me we're both going to spend the night awake." And honestly he didn't care, the next day he would make up an excuse for missing work. All this just to have the pleasure of seeing you wake up in his arms, and to have an even greater pleasure of keeping you in the soft bed with him. "Not for that," And he points to the wine and the glass on the table, "I'll prepare some snacks for both of us, and get another glass." And he pulls away from you, not before stealing another kiss. And if it were up to him, you'd be there until the morning, just enjoying each other's company. And maybe even something more will happen, it will help a lot to make up for his missing you.
Kaveh:
Days and days pass, and Kaveh is almost in a state of panic. Every moment you don't signal if you are okay to him, his heart freezes. He just can't think of anything else, all he wanted most was to have you by his side, and he would trap you in his arms in a way that you couldn't even get out if you wanted to. That was the thought that kept him sane, he assured himself that you would come back to him soon. All he could do was count every minute, he even tried to focus on personal projects, but he just couldn't concentrate, all the time looking out the window anxiously, hoping you would show up. And as if by magic, as soon as he looked through the window he saw you, in your shabby clothes and carrying that heavy bag you always carried on long trips. And he ran out of the room, heading for the door to welcome you. And he was the first to open the door, wasting no time to take you in his arms, "You almost killed me! Do you know how worried I was?" And just as quickly as he put you in his arms, he let you go and looked you over from head to toe. "I'm fine, don't worry, I just need a good bath and a few cuddles, and I'll be brand new!" You say with a little smile, but that wasn't enough to convince him. "You're all scratched up, your clothes are all tattered." He said it like an complaining old man, but the tenderness and compassion in his eyes didn't fade in a minute. "It's all right, really." You gently put the palm of your hand on his cheeks, and he snuggled in. Once he felt your touch, he quieted, as if the emptiness in him had been filled. He took your hand and kissed it, then kissed all the way down your arm to your shoulder, "I missed you so much." You took his face in your hands, cupping it, "You don't know how much I wanted to come home." And then, he began to shower your face with kisses, whispering between each one, "You're not going to leave me again, are you?" And then again, " Heavens I love you so much." With a final kiss on your lips. You smiled against his lips, you couldn't take how adorable Kaveh could be. It seemed to take his lips off yours was a bit of work, because he really didn't want to, just like you. But you needed a good bath, clean clothes, and good food. "I'll prepare food for you, your tummy is rumbling isn't it?" He asks softly, while his forehead rests on yours. With a giggle you nodded, and he took you by the hand and led you to the kitchen, "Stay here while I prepare it, I want to hear everything that happened." And besides, he would definitely help you take care of the bruises. "Okay, I'll tell you detail by detail." You say it with a bright smile, and he comes over and gives you another kiss on the cheek. Surely he wouldn't let go of you, he would be the rest of the day like a sly child after you. As soon as you finished doing the rest of your chores, he would hug you and tell you everything that happened in the last few days. Just as he would be a great listener, he couldn't wait to spend a whole day with you.
Zhongli:
As the patient and calm man that he was, Zhongli didn't stress over silly things, however there were things that left him with a flea behind his ear. And one of those things was when you went out on those dangerous and long missions, sometimes he didn't even know when you were going to be back, and that made him a little apprehensive. And there he was, in his office at home, having a cup of tea, reading some contracts he needed to review. As attentive as he was to what he was doing, he couldn't help but have thoughts about you, about when you would return to that house that had suddenly become so empty. Since it was already considerably late, Zhongli had given up hope that you would return that day. But there was still that little glimmer of expectation that he would sleep next to you that night, he missed it so much. And so, he heard the 'click' of the door opening, soon revealing your countenance, which he missed so much. "Awake at this hour?" It was the first thing you said as soon as you saw him, and you would pay just to see the sparkle in those eyes all day long. And he stood up, putting all those papers aside and giving you his full attention. "I have been eagerly awaiting your arrival my dear." He held your face, thoughtfully stroking your cheeks. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long." Relaxing your face in his hands you say, and he immediately gives you a breathtaking smile. He pulled you into a hug, just to feel you in his embrace, whispering to you, "No matter how long I wait, all that matters is that you always come back to me." The velvety voice that always surprised you, that always gave you goosebumps. The love that oozed from his every utterance. And you clung to him more, it was the best thing to come home, to be welcomed with such tenderness and love, what more could you ask for? You kissed his neck lightly, softly saying, "I'll always come back to you." And he gave you a satisfied smile, you could not give a better answer. As much as his mind was full of bad ideas that could happen to you, so every time you came home safe and well, it was a huge relief to him. "I'll make something for both of us, you can go take a hot bath and put on more comfortable clothes." He strokes your hair, holding you by the chin and giving you a gentle, loving kiss. And he didn't want to let you go, genuinely didn't, but he was content with the fact that he could hold on to you for the rest of the night. He parted your lips from his, his fingers playing with your hair, and then he whispers again, "But first, can you give me one more kiss?" And he asks as if it's been forever since he last placed his lips against yours. And so it was done, he gently pressed his lips against yours, letting himself be carried away by the sensation it brought him. He was craving you so much that he couldn't help himself, as if his skin, his body, everything about him was begging for you. You were the only one capable of giving him that feeling, and it took his feet off the ground every time. With that last kiss, his plans changed, now he would join you in the bath. And then he would prepare the best food, he couldn't wait to take you to the shared room and there he would vent all the tension he felt these past few days. Just to let you know how much you were missed by him these days.
Wanderer:
Normally, Wanderer didn't mind too much when you left for these commissions, you were always very competent and always came back soon. But this time it had been almost four weeks since you had signaled anything, you had left, just saying it would be another one of your assignments. You had always been very secretive when it came to this, so he hadn't even bothered to go into details. However, now he felt a certain distress that you were spending so much time working like this, and even more so without giving any news of your whereabouts. From time to time he would walk around the city of Sumeru, hoping to find you somewhere, but he never succeeded. And he had already done that for the day, what was left was to go home and wait for you, and he didn't even know why he was giving so much importance to that. And as soon as he set foot inside the house, he was greeted with a hug, which was already familiar. "I thought you forgot about me." You say in a joking tone. And as if he needed this more than anything, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you tightly against his body. "You and your silliness, I would never do that." In an annoyed grumble he answered you, his hands clasped around your waist. You lifted your face a little, just enough to kiss him lovingly on the cheek. His fingers tightened around you, signaling that he was enjoying it. "You shouldn't take so long on these missions." He grumbled at you, but you knew he wasn't angry, he was missing you. "I promise I'll spend more time at home." And this time you give him a kiss on the lips, slowly to enjoy the moment. And instead of rejecting it, which he would never do with you, he gladly accepted it, wanting it as much or even more than you. "I think you'd better comply." He manages to murmur during the kiss, meeting you voraciously as he presses his lips against yours. And then he finds your hand, and wraps his fingers around yours in a clear sign of affection. His free hand roaming around your waist, but he still held you tight. After a while he stops, just to admire your beautiful face, which had a pink tint. And without you expecting it, he kissed you all over your face, and you can bet he was as red as you were. His heart was pounding more and more, at the same time that he was reassured that you were home, he could not contain the excitement that ran through his body. You're there, you were finally there. "I love it when you do that." You say softly, and he gives you a little smile, still holding you in his arms. That was a more than accurate indicator for him to continue his advances, he might not say it with words, but certainly his attitudes showed how much he enjoyed seeing your reactions. With every touch, every kiss, every time his skin brushed against yours, he loved every little face you made. The way he looked at you gave away how much he cared. With a soft kiss on your lips he whispers, "Stay here longer, the house is empty without you." Your heart warmed at the phrase, and you pulled him into a deeper, more passionate kiss. And he just dived into the wonderful taste your lips had. And he is immersed in the delicious emotion he felt at that moment. And it was only then that he realized that he needed you there, just so things would make some sense. And surely, he would show you how great his feeling for you was.
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Putting together a timeline for the Collector's backstory
Hi!! For the Future just happened!! It was insane!! Anyway as a Collector superfan, fantasy worldbuilding fanatic, and also Collector's actual chosen dad (real, not fake, he revealed this to me in a dream /j), I decided to try and interpret the crumbs we got both from direct and indirect clues in the new episode, as well as tying back to earlier episodes.
I want to start first with the paintings on the Archive halls, which seem to tell a story. I chose to interpret them, from the first shot we see them in, as chronological from left to right, as that usually tends to be how one would read things (at least in the west, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about manga and all that, but I don't think the crew was following manga rules).
Here is a picture of the hallway I am using for reference. This specific shot seems to only have unique paintings aligning (there is an animation quirk that happens later on that makes it not so but I will get to this later), which is why I have elected to extract the timeline from this. Another reason is that, as we will see, the first three pictures definitely seem to fit in a neat chronological order, which would make it hard to doubt the placement of these paintings as being chronological here.
The first seems to depict our Collector, as the smaller one of his species, and three, bigger collectors. For convenience's sake I am in fact choosing to interpret these paintings as being things that happened to him and part of his memories. It makes sense: there is an emphasis on this smaller figure several times throughout the paintings and I cannot think why Collector would put random pictures of some other child collector's life, as well as we have to imagine the crew wanted to tell a story with these, otherwise they would be as random as the sun and moon paintings on the other side of the hall.
So it seems in this first picture, the bigger collectors, perhaps his family, are observing a planet, maybe even the planet the world of the Demon Realm is on.
Here is where I take a detour to add excerpts from the book Collector had King read to him (I should eventually make an analysis post on why Collector wanted this read to him, but all in its due time):
As the book states, collectors, by nature, observe things and then collect them by keeping them in stasis.
Going back to the painting, all indicates that this would show these particular collectors, likely the family of our younger Collector, were interested in the planet the Boiling Isles is on, and this painting depicts the first stage of their plan, observing this planet.
As a quick aside, I would like to say it is likely collectors do know what families are, and they may even form familial bonds and hierarchies. One such nod to this is of course Collector calling Odalia "Mamadalia", but also, this:
It is barely visible, but in a few quick shots you can see the next page of the book. Not only does it seem to use the words "interdimensional" and "dimension(s)", likely referring to the nature of collectors themselves or their residence, but it also uses the word "Family".
So, to recap, three adult collectors, likely our Collector's family, had their sights set on the planet the Boiling Isles is on.
And one of their first contacts was the Titan Trappers.
We now know that despite the resemblance to titans at first glance, titan trappers only wear their skulls and pelts to look like them, making the hunt easier, as well as to, I imagine, indicate pride in their spoils. The indication we have this is not a titan is primarily the spear utilized here, the fact the fur does not match the rest of the body, and the yellow glowing eyes.
I will discuss this further down through showing evidence with the other paintings, but there seems to be a recurring theme in the paintings that depicts the trappers and collectors as always having yellow eyes, whereas the titans are depicted with red eyes.
As Lilith explains further on, books found in the archive detail that a titan's power can actually cancel out the collectors' powers.
She also goes on to say that this why Collector's predecessors (her words not mine) wiped out all the titans.
If such is the case, then that explains why they chose to ally themselves with the trappers. It's likely they needed an intermediator, otherwise they would have not been able to fight the titans full on. In exchange, they likely shared whatever arcane knowledge they could to help in the fights, powering up the trappers.
This would line up perfectly with the trappers' worship of their Grand Huntsman, who as we all know, derives from the Collector and his entire species in aesthetic and looks.
As for why they did not want to risk peaceful contact with the titans besides the reason of their powers being able to be canceled out by titans, there is also the crossed out passage in the book:
Though our Collector declares he tried to "fix" it, we can still clearly see what was originally written, implying that any creature who attempts to stop their work shall meet a deadly end, and maybe even the entire planet will have all of its life wiped out.
So it is likely the titans were not fond of the collectors attempting to collect things in their planet, and fought back, causing the collectors to learn firsthand of their weakness to a titan's power, and to then ally themselves with the trappers.
Which, leads again, to the second painting, depicting two collectors in front of a trapper. The taller one, which I assume is part of our Collector's family, is trying on a skull.
By their side, I will assume is our Collector, due to the smaller stature, and something curious about the body language placed here for him seems to indicate he is examining the skull before putting it on. This could indicate he had an interest on the titans from early on. This will be important later.
As a quick addendum before we move on, I have come to conclude it's highly likely collectors have the ability to change size. In the first painting, the three adults are larger than the entire planet, with our Collector being only a bit smaller than the planet itself. However, in this second painting, the adult is not even as tall as the trapper depicted here, which, if we assume trappers are common witches and demons simply adorned with pelts and skulls just like the modern ones, were not as giant. Similarly, Collector is also way smaller, hence the theory that they change size.
We have seen our Collector possibly changing sizes in canon as well, both in the Owl Beast dream as their hooded figure form seemed massive, and then when they have just broken out of their prison. It's possible collectors scale down their massive size to fit whatever planet they are on.
Next is the third painting, which depicts a familiar scene...
Indeed, this seems to be an almost one to one recreation of the mural we see in Echoes of the Past inside King's castle. We even receive some extra content to it: We now know the titan depicted here had wing like structures on their arms, as well as was protecting an egg, and was accompanied by a smaller, likely juvenile titan.
Notice also how they both have red eyes, but the trapper has yellow eyes.
This all but confirms that the mural is depicting a trapper smithing a titan (whether it is our Titan we do not know for sure), and that the collectors had a hand in this.
Moving on, we have this painting:
Again, going out of the assumption the smaller figure is our Collector, he seems to be approached by four other adult collectors. These collectors however, are slightly different than three he was earlier with: first of all there are four of them, they have no split faces, and their hats are adorned with celestial bodies on their tips. For the sake of convenience I will refer to these as "The Elders", as their difference from our Collector's supposed family, as well as possible authority denoted by their hats, makes me think they are older and more powerful than our Collector's family.
Anyway, The Elders appear to be satisfied with our Collector, one even extending an open palm to them in a friendly gesture. I confess my interpretation of this is more speculative than the other paintings, simply because of the vagueness of it and how it does not seem to tie well into any other pictures or current lore we have.
But my current understanding is that, since one of The Elders is making such a gesture at Collector, they are maybe giving something to them, offering an opportunity. Their authority would certainly denote power above even Collector and his family, so they would likely be able to call the shots in their hierarchy.
Due to this, and considering the next paintings, I have elected to interpret this as The Elders entrusting Collector full control of watching over and collecting things from the planet he and his family had their eyes on. If this happens chronologically after the deal with the trappers as well, this could indicate the Elders have deemed it safe for our Collector to take over.
It also would explain why he calls himself The Collector, he's the designated collector for that planet, the caretaker of this planet and the one meant to observe and collect from it.
Which makes this next painting all the more interesting.
Collector, is surrounded by what seems to be four baby titans. They have their arms up, reaching for him, running to him. Playing. His expression also indicates happiness, eyes wide, hands on his chin, a little smile.
Recall for a moment that in the painting depicting the first contact with the trappers, our Collector had stopped to examine the titan skull. He was interested in them, he wanted to play.
This would align with Collector's "fixing" of the book, going to the lengths of desecrating what is likely an ancient book that dictates/documents the entire culture of his species to ensure his message of playing and friendship is more important.
If we take this painting and the book addition in conjunction, we can come to the conclusion Collector, once left alone, went out of his way to befriend and play with whatever titan babies were left out there. He was likely happy with this, as nothing about this picture indicates a struggle. And once again, these are definitely titan babies due to their eyes being red.
One may be concerned considering the fact the stars here could indicate they are in space, but there are a few counter arguments to this: Collector does not seem to imagine someone could suffocate in space as he suggests people on the moon could just hold their breaths, so this contradicts the idea he would have had experience with this.
The baby titans also seem to have playful body language rather than showing any anguish. And furthermore, when discussing the painting with my boyfriend he pointed out the blue waves could be an abstraction of the shoreline, indicating they were playing on the beach. In short, it is just the simplest explanation this depicts a peaceful scene rather than one with the babies suffocating, as it would not align with the rest of the story here.
There is also the matter of Collector straight up denouncing "the others", which we can only assume refers to the other collectors. It's no wonder he would feel that way, since they were the reason for his new friends' families being all but wiped out, and were less interested in playing with the creatures they observed and rather only preserving them.
Which only makes the present of the Isles and the state of titans and collectors all the more worrying, as well as concerns us with a last, pretty elusive painting...
This is what I meant by animation quirk: Getting a picture of this painting was so hard because it's the very last one in the timeline line up I showed you in that first screenshot, but when the camera zooms in on King and he runs up to get Hooty and we SHOULD get a proper look at it...
... It's pushed back again and the last two paintings get repeated. Which makes me think this is either an animation error, or they REALLY want to make it hard for us to get it.
BUT! After a bunch of rewatches and looking at some slowed down clips again, I was finally able to find the ONE place it repeated, on the scene where Belos!Raine is walking down the halls ominously.
And it is quite the revelation.
This depicts three adult collectors, likely our Collector's parents, staring down menacingly at a titan... perhaps THE Titan this time? It's worth noting this is not the same titan depicted in the painting with the trapper hunting down one that was protecting their egg, as that one had smaller wings and a skull that covered their entire jaw, whereas this one's skull only goes to the muzzle, just like King's does.
Something interesting is that this titan is accompanied either by other very weird looking titans, or these are other creatures that inhabited the Boiling Isles at the time and were also casualties in the collectors' path.
There is also fire surrounding this picture, which makes me think again of the "clear the earth, scorch the air" verse. It's also odd these collectors are approaching the titan(s) despite the fact titan magic could easily push them back, so it could be that they are betting it all on this and going on to cause massive destruction. But the titan seems to be holding up a hand as if gesturing for them to stop, or wait... they're not fighting back like with the trappers. Why?
Well, if this takes place after the painting with Collector playing the baby titans, it's possible these titans had become accustomed to our Collector and did not expect such an attack. It's likely they may have at first understood that this Collector was a child, one that was more interested in playing and befriending them rather than hurting anyone, and cautiously took them in.
Now, whether it was a misunderstanding with Collector's family thinking they were in danger or they were angered by their refusal to hurt titans... we know how the story ends. The titans were all wiped out, safe for King's egg, and Collector was sealed away by King's dad, likely one of the last things he'd ever do.
Overall I think our Collector's backstory is both horrifying and sad. Horrifying because of what his species is capable of, but also sad because despite his efforts to make peace with the titans, it couldn't save them and cost him his freedom. It's no wonder he was so happy to see a titan again, and latched onto King: this is like his second chance.
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*MHA 428 Spoilers*
Oh man, guys.
I am not okay.
The latest chapter has me crying inside.
Ochako has clearly been struggling since the epilogue commenced with her "fake smile" in 425 (pictured below)
While the heroes were helping with cleaning up the war carnage in the city, Izuku and Tsuyu were clearly onto Ochako's fake smile. She kept putting it on through the whole chapter. Both know the gravity hero like a book and can clearly tell when something is amiss.
Later in the chapter Tsu says Ochako hasn't been answering her messages. She said she was heading home, but we see soon that she lied.
She went back to where she had her pre-war talk with Izuku. She is happy the city is being rebuilt and delighted to see the smiles on everyone's faces. She says this with a fake smile.
She loves the smiles, and yet her own smile is a mask.
The tears start to build up as she clenches the stab wound she received from Himiko in their fight.
She recounts Himiko's smile as she was transfusing blood to save her all the while sacrificing herself (which we're still unsure of her fate, but it does seem to conclude it).
At that moment we see Ochako let it all out. She can't hold it in anymore. She clearly still feels pain from the wound which is a harsh reminder of how she felt she failed to save her.
As Ochako's tears flow (as if on cue), Izuku shows up and shouts her name. He had an inkling she was lying and was concerned for her well-being.
The chapter leaves us with that, but this leaves me in such anticipation for what happens next.
They will have the talk Horikoshi seemed to foreshadow in 425.
About the war.
Maybe also regarding their feelings for each other?
We'll just have to wait until next week.
But man, what a heart-wrenching end. As someone who struggles to let my junk out for the "good" of others not worrying about me, I greatly empathize with Ochako. It's a trait I see in a lot of the other characters I like - Katara, Tohru Honda, and Winry Rockbell to name a few.
I'm interested to see where this goes next.
Honestly, as an aside, it's cathartic to see her crying. Not only is it relatable for my own mental health, but also seeing her carry this burden has been hard to read.
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Not a People Doctor
Pairing: Rhett Abott x Vet!Reader
Fandom: Outer Range
After a bar fight, Rhett shows up at your doorstep.
For the amazing @vivwritesfics and the reason I am now Rhett/ Bob trash! Thank you for the title idea đđ
It's getting late as you settle down in your living room with a hot cup of tea and the latest book you're reading. Your peace is interrupted by a soft knocking at your door. You almost think you've imagined it when the knock comes again, a little louder this time. Grumbling slightly, you set your book aside, hoping it isn't another mare in labour or a horse with colic; you just want a quiet night.
Opening the door, you put on a smile for the paying customer you expect to find, but your smile falls as you see none other than Rhett Abbott, your childhood friend and a frequent customer. He looks dishevelled, blood staining his clothes, and you can already see the bruises and cuts on his face in the dim porch light.
"Jesus, Rhett, what the hell happened to you?" you exclaim, ushering him inside.
He winces as he moves, clearly in pain but not wanting to let on. "Got into a bit of a scuffle at the bar," he mutters, not quite meeting your gaze.
Leading him into your living room, you move the blanket you'd been cuddled under not long ago. "Sit down, let me take a look at you."
He lowers himself onto the sofa. You flip on the light switch to give you a better view of his injuries as you sit on the coffee table opposite him.
"You must've really pissed someone off," you tut as you gently turn his head with your fingers on his chin. You lift his shirt seeing the bruises over his ribs, shaking your head. "We need to get you to a hospital; some of these cuts need stitches. Probably got a broken rib or two as well."Â
Rhett gives you a shit-eating smile, a smile only he could pull off when his face looks half as bad as it does, and it still makes you weak at the knees. "That's why I came here, thought you were a doctor."
"I'm an animal doctor, not a people doctor," you shake your head in disbelief.
"I can try. I don't have any of the good pain meds, so it's going to hurt like a bitch, and it won't be the prettiest. Gonna have a few more scars to add to the list."
"Never had any complaints from you. You always liked my scars and tattoos."
You smack him lightly on the arm, causing a 'hey' from him in response. Ignoring him, you run to get the first aid kit you keep in your bathroom closet as well as your veterinary kit.
You start to clean his wounds, carefully stitching up the deep cut over his eyebrow. You can't help feeling a pang of concern. Rhett isn't a stranger to bar fights, but seeing him so vulnerable and injured stirs something within you.
"Are you going to tell me what that fight was about?" you ask gently, your voice laced with worry.
Rhett hesitates for a moment before he meets your gaze. "It was dumb. Just some guy mouthing off about things he shouldn't have," he admits, jaw clenching.
You sigh, finishing up and snipping the last of the stitches. "You need to be more careful, Rhett. You're going to get yourself seriously hurt one day."
He nods, his expression sheepish. "I know... I know. I just... I didn't want to go to the hospital."
You place a comforting hand on his cheek, your thumb gently smoothing over his cheekbone. "Well, you're just lucky you've got me, and I happen to know my way around stubborn bull riders, and I'm pretty good at suturing."
A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You have no idea."
Once you've finished cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds on his face, you sit back, admiring your handiwork. "There... all done," you lean in and place a gentle kiss on the side of his head, "good as new."Â
Rhett stands up slowly, getting a look in the mirror above your fireplace. "Thanks, sweetheart. I owe you one."
"Don't mention it, I'll just add it to the list. Just promise me you'll be more careful, Rhett. I'm pretty good, but some injuries I can't fix."
He nods, his gaze finally meeting yours. "I promise."
As he makes his way to the door, you can't help but shake the feeling of concern lingering. "Hey, Rhett? You need a place to stay tonight? Probably shouldn't be alone after something like this."
"I don't want to put you out..."
"You're not," you interrupt him.
Rhett's gaze softens, and you can see the gratitude in his eyes. "I... I'd appreciate that. Thank you."
You feel a wave of relief wash over you as you leave him on the couch, running to change your sheets, not wanting him to spend the night on the sofa with his injuries.
"Beds all changed; let's get you some rest. I've got some pain meds and a glass of water up there for you too."
He looks at you, confused as to why you havenât brought down blankets and pillows, assuming he'd be sleeping on the couch.
You hold out your hand. "Come on, I don't mind. Besides, I'll feel a lot better knowing you're not sleeping on that uncomfortable sofa."
He blinks, confusion evident in his expression. "Are you sure, Y/N? I don't want to intrude."
You give him a look that leaves no room for arguments, and he knows he'd be fighting a losing battle to even try.
With a grateful nod, he takes your hand, helping pull himself to his feet before he follows you up the stairs. You pull back the covers, helping him slip under the blankets before joining him. As you both lie there, you couldnât help but love the feeling of the warmth of his body beside you. You love it even more as he wraps an arm around your waist, whispering a thank you into the crook of your neck.Â
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I Need You \\ alexia putellas x morgan!reader
July 2022
International break wasnât your favourite time. Since you and Alexia play for different national teams, you are competing in different competitions over the summer. Youâre playing in the CONCACAF championship and Alexia in the Euros. Of course you text, call and facetime each other but on some days itâs just not enough.Â
You are currently at breakfast sitting at the table containing Alex, Charlie, Kelley, Mal, Sonnett and Kristie. You all somehow got onto the topic of everyoneâs partners and the girls are teasing you about Alexia.
âAuntie Y/N/N, whereâs Aunt Lex?â Your niece Charlie questions as she climbs onto your lap, visibly upset.
âShe plays for Spain remember bubba. Sheâs in England for the Eurosâ
âOhâ Charlie frowns as you tighten your arms around the 2 year old.Â
âBut you are going to visit her soon okay?â Charlie nods and cuddles into you more.Â
You get back to eating breakfast, with Charlie stealing some of your toast when your phone rings from next to you. Charlie looks down and gets excited because she sees Alexiaâs face on the contact photo. You move away to the side of the room, away from your teammates so you can hear Alexia.Â
âBebĂŠ? I need you here. It hurtsâ Alexia pleads, almost sounding like sheâs been crying.
âWhat hurts Ale? What happenedâ You start to panic and start pacing in the converted dining hall, which some of your teammates become worried as you are speaking Spanish fast.
âMy knee. I did my ACL. Iâve been waiting for this for years and now itâs out the windowâ Tears start forming in your eyes and you blink them away.
âIâll talk to Vlatko and he should let me come home, seeing as it is a family emergency. If not, itâll be after the first game. Iâm so sorry hermosaâ You sit down against a wall, slightly away from your table.
Vlatko looks over at the mention of his name. You wave him off and he nods in consideration. You talk to Alexia for a few more minutes until she says Mapi is there. You tell Alexia to put Mapi on the phone.
âMaps you take care of her until I get there. I donât care what you do but stay with her pleaseâ You beg your best friend.
âSĂ, Iâll do everything I can Y/N/N, you know that. Weâll see you soon. Ale wants to say somethingâ You hear some mumbling then your loving fiancĂŠs voice again.
âPlease hurry mi amor. I really need youâ Alexia begs you.Â
Youâve never heard her voice like that in the whole 5 years of being together. You know in that moment, you need to get to her. And you need to get to her fast. You turn around to see Alex gesturing that they need you back. Â
âIâll be there as soon as I can baby. Te amo mucho hermosa and Iâll see you soonâ You say as you walk back to the table. You throw your phone down and rest your head on your arms.Â
âEverything okay?â Alex whispers as she leans into you and Charlie attempts to climb back on your lap.Â
âLex tore her ACL. Mapi texted me while I was speaking to her, she hasnât even cried yetâ
âLetâs listen to the staff so you can get outta hereâ
After the short meeting, Vlatko pulls you aside and says you can go to Alexia. He says you can come back and play when youâre ready, if youâre ready. You thank him and Vlatko gets everyones attention so you can make the announcement.Â
âCan I have everyoneâs attention? I just want to say how proud I am of everyone here. As your co-captain I really hate to do this to you all but I have no choice. I know that you all will succeed and listen to Becky. I am leaving camp because Alexia has been injured very badly about 3 hours ago. She will most likely need surgery so I am leaving to hopefully be there by the time she wakes up. Iâm not sure if Iâll come back for any games, but ultimately it will decide on how Alexia is doingâ
You say your goodbyes to everyone before racing up to your room and gathering your things together. You book a flight to London and get the hotel name off of Mapi. You get changed out of your USA gear and order an uber. You wheel your luggage to the foyer of the hotel when you hear a little voice call your name.
âAunt Y/N/N!â You turn around and see Charlie running as fast as she can towards you. What you donât see is the entire team at the entrance of the conference room watching on. You bend down and scoop the nearly 3 year old in your arms.Â
âWhere you going?â Charlie inquires.Â
âAuntie Ale hurt her knee baby so I have to go make sure sheâs okayâ You explain.
âOkay, give Auntie Ale this?â Charlie holds her toy you both got her when she was born.
âMr Monkey will help her knee gets better!â The team laughs at Charlie and you put it in your backpack.Â
âHeâs all safe in here. Iâll see you soon okay?â
You say goodbye to your sister before getting in an Uber to the airport. On the way to the airport, you text Alexia for a while and she only replies with one or two word answers, this is worse than you thought. You called Alexiaâs sister Alba and she explains whatâs going to happen with the surgery and what hospital. You ask Alba to text you any updates while youâre travelling and she replies with âof course I will y/n/n đâ.Â
After the usual airport routine of bag drops and long security and custom lines, you finally sit in the seat youâll be in for the next 12 hours. You quickly text Alba to let her know youâre on your way. The plane lands 12 hours later, you arrive in a gloomy London. After collecting your bags, you into hop into the closest taxi and give the driver the hotel name. When you arrive, you ask the taxi man to stay as youâll only be a few minutes. Thankfully he agrees and you make a mental note to left a big tip for him later. You check into the hotel and left your bags behind the desk. You remember to get Mr Monkey out of your backpack before going back to the taxi. You tell the taxi driver the hospital and watch the scenery as it passes by. The taxi driver pulls up to an entrance and you give him all your cash before running inside. You look around and canât seem to find the desk. After what feels like turning a million and one corners, you are met with the in patients desk.
âHi, my wife Alexia Putellas came in. Where is she?â
âAh yes, let me search that for you...sheâs just gotten out of surgery a few hours ago so you can wait in the family area just around the cornerâ
You thank the nurse and take a deep breath before going to the family area. Palms sweaty and slightly out of breath, you turn the corner and see Alba and Eli. You walk quickly and sit across from them. Eli looks up at you with a relieved look on her face.
âThank goodness youâre here sweetheart. She wonât let any of us in until she sees you firstâ Eli tells you and you frown at the comment. You are confused at the same time because Alexia is really close with her mom and sister.
You get the room number from Eli and start to make your way to Alexiaâs room. You count down the room numbers until you reach room 1411. You take a deep breath before softly knock on the door. You open it slowly to see Alexia looking out the window, not bothering to see whoâs coming in.
âMi amorâ Alexiaâs head whips around and her eyes soften. Like sheâs relieved that youâre there with her and not another nurse or doctor.
You walk around to her good side to give her a tight hug. After a few minutes, you try to pull away but Alexia doesnât let go. Eventually, she lets you go and attempts to move over in her bed so you can stay as close to her as possible.
âAre you sure? I donât want to hurt youâ Alexia nods and you give her a kiss on her forehead before carefully manoeuvring yourself in her bed.
âIâm sorry I took so long. The plane was delayed then there was a stor-â
âYouâre here now, thatâs all that matters. Iâm sorry I pulled you away from your teamâ Alexia frowns after she realises what happened.
âBaby, you are more important than anyone or any soccer tournament. If youâre hurting, Iâm going to be on the first plane outâ Alexia cuddles into you more and you kiss her forehead.
âHave you seen Eli or Alba yet?â You feel Alexia shake her head and you ask if she wants to see them. You give Alexia a soft kiss before going to get her mom and sister.
A few hours later, after conversations on Alexiaâs rehab and you going back to Mexico, Alba reaches behind you and holds Mr Monkey, looking confused.
âWhatâs this?â You look at Alexia and she slightly smiles as she knows exactly who it came from.
âWhen I was leaving, Charlie asked where I was going and I said I need to see Aunt Ale, she hurt her knee. Charlie said Mr Monkey can help her knee get betterâ Alba gives it to Alexia and she tucks it under her arm. You take a sneaky photo and send it to Alex to show Alexia.Â
A nurse comes in and says visiting hours are over but mentions you can stay due to being Alexiaâs partner. Eli and Alba bid their goodbyes to you both and promise to visit first thing tomorrow. As soon as Alba and Eli leave, Alexia breaks down in tears. She tightens her arm around you and you do the same around her. You just hold Alexia and kiss her forehead while whispering sweet nothings to her.Â
âLet it all out babe. Let it all outâ You say trying to comfort Alexia.Â
After a while, she lifts her head and sees the massive tear stain on your grey hoodie.
âIâm sorry mi amorâ Alexia apologies after seeing your hoodie.
âItâll dry Ale. More importantly, are you okay?â You asked worriedly.Â
âI am now. I just needed to let it all out. Thank you hermosa. Te amo muchoâ Alexia expresses before kissing you softly.Â
âI love you too Ale. We will get through this togetherâ You hold Alexia tight until you both falling asleep.
February 2023 (lets pretend its not the World Cup year)
7 months later and Alexia and you are finally coming back to training together. You park your newly bought Cupra in the Barca car park and you look over at Alexia. She was staring at the training fields in front and is frozen in place, only blinking and breathing. Your hand on her thigh makes Alexia jump and look at you with anxiety filled eyes.
âWhatâs wrong Ale?â You ask softly, turning in your seat, facing Alexia fully.Â
âIâm scared. What if it happens again?â Alexia replies looking.
âMi amor look at meâ Alexia looks up and you cup her cheeks gently.
âYou are Alexia Putellas Segura. You will kick trainings arse today. I am so proud of you mi amorâ Alexia leans forward and kisses you before you hear knocking on both sides of the car.Â
You both pull away to see Mapi and Ingrid laughing to themselves. You and Alexia get out and you quickly grab both of your bags.Â
âBebĂŠ, Iâm not on crutches anymore. I can get my own bagâ
âJust because you can baby, doesnât mean you shouldâ As you walk away, Alexiaâs heart skips a beat at the gesture.Â
You all walk into the locker room and the girls in there cheer at their captain walking through the door for the first time in a while. She tells them to quit it and they stop immediately, with you trying to hide your giggle at your cubby. Everyone gets changed and walks out to the field where now all the staff are clapping her out. Alexia turns to you and hides in your neck.Â
âEmbrace it mi amor, la reina is backâ You whisper to her before kissing her head.
Alexia participates in a few light drills with the team before going over for her 1v1 training. She gives you a kiss on the cheek before starting to jog around the field. You and the other girls start scrimmage and Jonotan puts you, Kiera, Mapi, Ingrid and Cata as one team and Lucy, Oshoala, Pina, RolfĂś and Panos on the other.Â
The scrimmage was going well until you went to pivot around Lucy and thatâs when it all went wrong. Lucy catches you as you go down and you instantly felt pain and you screamed as you went down. Alexia stops her drills as she looks over and see you on the ground. She apologises to the staff and runs over to you as quickly as she can. You couldnât stop holding your right knee with one hand and banging your fist one the ground with the other. The medics tell you to turn over and you block out the sun with your hands but also wipe your tears away subtly. You feel familiar hands on your back and you look to see Alexia. The medics and a few of your teammates lift you on the stretcher that takes you straight to the hospital. Alexia gives one look to Jonotan and he nods at her to say âforget training and go with herâ. Alexia runs into the training room and grabs her phone and a little something special that will cheer you up later on that she hides in her hoodie.Â
After countless hours in the hospital, it came to the conclusion that you torn your ACL. You are exactly how Alexia was, closed off and not speaking to anyone except each other. You rest your head on Alexiaâs chest and cuddle up to her the best you can, when you both hear a soft knock on the door. You look towards it and see Lucy, Keira, Mapi and Ingrid. You wave them in and balloons, teddy bears and flowers decorated your view.Â
âWhat did they say?â Lucy asks.
âACLâ All 4 of your closest friends winced at the three letters then instantly got a sad look on their faces.
You all converse until a nurse comes in to tell you that visiting hours are over. All the girls hug you tightly and say theyâll visit after the game tomorrow. Alexia leans down and gives you a sweet kiss. Â
âWe will get through this together mi amor. Te amo muchoâ
âTe amo Aleâ They all start to walk out of the room, then Alexia remembered something.
âOh bebĂŠ, so your knee is all betterâÂ
Alexia places Mr Monkey with your phone next to you. You smile at Ale and decide to send your sister photos of your condition.
Lex đŻââď¸â¤ď¸: Â
(selfie of you and Mr Monkey, photo of your leg propped up)
couples who get ACL injuries together, stay together âď¸đĽ˛
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Donât know if this is the right place to ask, but could you talk more about zoos? Iâve seen many people say that zoos are inherently exploitative and that we should instead focus on advocating for wildlife preserves, etc., but Iâm not sure what to think of that. You seem to know a lot about wildlife protection, so whatâs your opinion on this?
There are folks faaaar better than myself to talk about the issues of zoos specifically and I'll try to toss in some sources so you can go and learn more, but let me try and explain my mindset here.
Summary of my opinion on this: BOTH of these things can be poorly managed, and I broadly support both. They should exist in tandem. I am pro-accredited zoo and am extremely sensitive towards misinformation. I also do think the best place for animals to be is in their natural environment, but nature "preserves" aren't inherently perfect. They can also be prone to the capitalist (and colonialist) pressures that less informed people believe they're somehow immune to.
Because of the goal of my project being to make the setting of WC accurate to Northwestern England, my research is based on UK laws, ecology, and conservation programs.
On Zoos
On Nature Reserves
An Aside on Fortress Conservation
On Zoos
The legal definition of a Zoo in the UK (because that is what BB's ecological education is based around), as defined by the Zoo Licensing Act of 1981 (ZLA), is a "place where wild animals are kept for exhibition to the public," excluding circuses and pet shops (which are covered by different laws.)
This applies equally to private, for-profit zoos, as well as zoos run by wildlife charities and conservation organizations. Profit does not define a zoo. If there's a place trying to tell you it's not a zoo but a "sanctuary" or a "wildlife park," but you can still go visit and see captive wild animals, even if it's totally free, it's a marketing trick. Legally that is still a zoo in the UK.
(for fellow Americans; OUR definition is broader, more patchwork because we are 50 little countries in a trenchcoat, and can include collections of animals not displayed to the public.)
That said, there's a HUGE difference between Chester Zoo, run by the North of England Zoological Society, which personally holds the studbooks for maintaining the genetic diversity of 10 endangered species, has 134 captive breeding projects, cultivates 265 threatened plant species, and sends its members as consultants to United Nations conferences on climate change, and Sam Tiddles' Personal Zebra Pit.
Sam Tiddles' Personal Zebra Pit ONLY has to worry about the UK government. There's another standard zoos can hold themselves to if they want to get serious about conservation like Chester Zoo; Accreditation. There are two major zoo organizations in the UK, BIAZA and EAZA.
(Americans may wonder about AZA; that's ours. AZA, EAZA, and BIAZA are all members of the World Association of Aquariums and Zoos, or WAZA, but they are all individual organizations.)
A zoo going for EAZA's "accreditation" has to undergo an entire year of evaluation to make sure they fit the strict standards, and renewal is ongoing. You don't just earn it once. You have to keep your animal welfare up-to-date and in compliance or you will lose it.
The benefit of joining with an accredited org is that it puts the zoo into a huge network of other organizations. They work together for various conservation efforts.
There are DOZENS of species that were prevented from going extinct, and are being reintroduced back to their habitats, because of the work done by zoos. The scimitar-horned oryx, takhi, California condor, the Galapagos tortoise, etc. Some of these WERE extinct in the wild and wouldn't BE here if it hadn't been for zoos!
The San Diego zoo is preventing the last remaining hawaiian crows from embracing oblivion right now, a species for which SO LITTLE of its wild behavior is known they had to write the book on caring for them, and Chester zoo worked in tandem with the Uganda Wildlife Authority to provide tech and funding towards breakthroughs in surveying wild pangolins.
Don't get me wrong;
MOST zoos are not accredited,
nor is accreditation is REQUIRED to make a good zoo,
nor does it automatically PROVE nothing bad has happened in the zoo,
There are a lot more Sam Tiddles' Personal Zebra Pits than there are Chester Zoos.
That's worth talking about! We SHOULD be having conversations on things like,
Is it appropriate to keep and breed difficult, social megafauna, like elephants or cetaceans? What does the data say? Are there any circumstances where that would be okay, IF the data does confirm we can never provide enough space or stimulation to perfectly meet those species' needs?
How can we improve animal welfare for private zoos? Should we tighten up regulations on who can start or run one (yes)? Are there enough inspectors (no)?
Do those smaller zoos meaningfully contribute to better conservation? How do we know if they are properly educating their visitors? Can we prove this one way or the other?
Who watches the watchmen? Accreditation societies hold themselves accountable. Do these organizations truly have enough transparency?
(I don't agree with Born Free's ultimate conclusion that we should "phase out" zoos, but you should always understand the opposing arguments)
But bottom line of my opinion is; Good zoos are deeply important, and they have a tangible benefit to wildlife conservation. Anyone who tries to tell you that "zoos are inherently unethical" either knows very little about zoos or real conservation work, or... is hiding some deeper, more batshit take, like "having wild animals in any kind of captivity is unlawful imprisonment."
(you'll also get a lot more work done in regulating the exotic animal trade in the UK if you go after private owners, btw. zoos have nothing to do with how lax those laws are.)
Anyway I'm a funny cat blog about battle kitties, and the stuff I do for BB is to educate about the ecosystem of Northern England. If you want to know more about zoos, debunking misconceptions, and critiques from someone with more personal experience, go talk to @why-animals-do-the-thing!
Keep in mind though, again, they talk about American zoos, where this post was written with the UK in mind.
(and even then, England specifically. ALL UK members and also the Isle of Man have differences in their laws.)
(If anyone has other zoo education tumblr blogs in mind, especially if they are European, lmk and I'll edit this post)
On Nature Reserves
Remember how broad the legal definition of a zoo actually was? Same thing over here. A "nature reserve" in the UK is a broad, unofficial generic term for several things. It doesn't inherently involve statutory protection, either, meaning there's some situations where there's no laws to hold anyone accountable for damage
These are the "nature reserve" types relevant to my project; (NOTE: Ramsar sites, SACs, and SPAs are EU-related and honestly, I do not know how Brexit has effected them, if at all, so I won't be explaining something I don't understand.)
Local Wildlife Site (LWS) Selected via scientific survey and managed locally, connecting wildlife habitats together and keeping nature close to home. VERY important... and yet, incredibly prone to destruction because there aren't good reporting processes in place. Whenever a report comes out every few years, the Wildlife Trust says it often only gets data for 15% of all their registered sites, and 12% get destroyed in that timeframe.
Local Nature Reserve (LNR) A site that can be declared by a district or county council, if proven to have geographic, educational, biodiversity, or recreational value. The local authority manages this, BUT, the landowner can remain in control of the property and "lease" it out (and boy oh boy, landowners do some RIDICULOUS things)
National Nature Reserve (NNR) This is probably closest to what you think of when someone says "nature reserve." Designated by Natural England to protect significant habitat ranges and geographic formations, but still usually operates in tandem with private land owners who must get consent if they want to do something potentially damaging to the NNR.
Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI) (pronounced Triple S-I) A conservation designation for a particular place, assessed and defined by Natural England for its biological or geographic significance. SSSIs are protected areas, and often become the basis for NNRs, LNRs, Ramsar sites, SACs, SPAs, etc.
So you probably noticed that 3/4 of those needed to have the private ownership problem mentioned right in the summary, and it doesn't end there. Even fully government-managed NNRs and SSSIs work with the private sectors of forestry, tourism, and recreation.
We live under Capitalism; EVERYTHING has a profit motive, not just zoos.
I brushed over some of those factors in my Moorland Research Notes and DESPERATELY tried to stay succinct with them, but it was hard. The things that can happen to skirt around the UK's laws protecting wildlife could make an entire season of Monty Python sketches.
Protestors can angrily oppose felling silver birch (a "weed" in this context which can change the ecosystem) because it made a hike less 'pretty' and they don't understand heath management.
Management can be reluctant to ban dogs and horses for fear of backlash, even as they turn heath to sward before our eyes.
Reserves can be owned by Count Bloodsnurt who thinks crashing through the forest with a pack of dogs to exhaust an animal to death is a profitable traditional British passtime.
Or you can literally just pretend that you accidentally chased a deer for several hours and then killed it while innocently sending your baying hounds down a trail. (NOTE: I am pro-hunting, but not pro-animal cruelty.)
The Forestry Commission can slobber enthusiastically while replacing endangered wildlife habitats with non-native, invasive sitka spruce plantations, pretending most trees are equal while conveniently prioritizing profitable timber species.
I have STORIES to tell about the absolute Looney Tunes bullshit that's going on between conservationists and rich assholes who want to sell grouse hunting access, but I'll leave it at this fascinating tidbit about air guns and mannequins which are "totally, absolutely there for no nefarious reason at all, certainly not to prevent marsh harriers from nesting in an area where they also keep winding up mysteriously killed in illegal snares, no no no"
BUT. Since Nature Reserve isn't a hard defined legal concept, and any organization could get involved in local conservation in the UK, and just about anyone or anything could own one... IT'S CHESTER ZOO WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!
They received a grant in 2021 to restore habitat to a stretch of 10 miles extending outside of their borders, working with TONS of other entities such as local government and conservation charities in the process. There's now 6,000 square meters of restored meadow, an orchard, new ponds, and maintained reedbeds, because of them.
It isn't just Chester Zoo, either. It's all over the UK. Durrel Wildlife, which runs Jersey Zoo, just acquired 18,500 acres to rewild in Perthshire. Citizen Zoo is working with the Beaver Trust to bring beavers back to London and is always looking for volunteers to help with their river projects, and the Edinburgh Zoo is equipped with gene labs being used to monitor and analyze the remaining populations of non-hybrid Scottish Wildcats.
The point being,
Nature preserves have problems too. They are not magical fairy kingdoms that you put up a fence around and then declare you Saved Nature Hooray! They need to be protected. They need to be continuously assessed. They are prone to capitalist pressures just like everything else on this hell planet. Go talk to my boy Karl he'll give you a hug about it.
"Nature Preserves" are NOT an "alternative" to zoos and vice versa. They do not do the same thing. A zoo is a center of education and wildlife research which displays exotic animals. A nature preserve is a parcel of native ecosystem. We need LOTS of nature preserves and we need them well-managed ASAP.
We could never just "replace" zoos with nature preserves, and we're nowhere near the amount of protected ecosystem space to start thinking of scaling back animals in captivity. Until King Arthur comes out of hibernation to save Britain, that's the world we live in.
An Aside
My project and my research is based on the isle of Great Britain. The more I learn about the ecosystems that are naturally found there, the more venomously I reject the old lie, "humans are a blight."
YOU are an animal. You're a big one, too. You know what the role of big animals in an ecosystem are? Change. Elephants knock over trees, wolves alter the course of rivers, bison fertilize the plains from coast-to-coast. In Great Britain, that's what hominids have done for 900,000 years, their populations ebbing and flowing with every ice age.
Early farming created the moors and grazing sheep and cattle maintain it, hosting hundreds of specialist species. Every old-growth forest has signs of ancient coppicing and pollarding, which create havens for wildlife when well-managed. Corn cockle evolved as a mimic of wheat seeds, so farmers would plant it over and over within their fields.
This garbage idea that humans are somehow "separate" from or "above" nature is poison. It's not true ANYWHERE.
It contributes to an idea that our very presence is somehow damaging to natural spaces, and to "protect" it, we have to completely leave it alone. NO! Absolutely NOT! There are places where we have to limit harvesting and foot traffic, but humans ALWAYS lived in nature.
Even the ecosystems that this mindset comes from rejects it, but this shit doesn't JUST get applied to British people who become alienated and disconnected from their surroundings to the point where they don't know what silver birch does.
It's DEADLY for the indigenous people who protect 80% of our most important ecosystems.
It's a weapon against the Maasai people, stopped from hunting or growing crops on their own land. It's violence for 9 San hunters shot at by a helicopter with a "kill poachers on-sight" policy, as one of the world's LARGEST diamond mines operates in the same motherfucking park. The Havasupai people are kept out of the Grand Canyon that they managed for generations because they might "collect too many nuts" and starve squirrels, Dukha reindeer herders suddenly get banned from chopping wood or fishing, and watch wolves decimate their animals in the absence of their herding dogs.
It's nightmare after nightmare of human displacement in the name of "conservation."
That all ties back to that mindset. This idea that nature is pure, "pristine," and should be totally untouched. There are some starting to call it Fortress Conservation.
You can't begin to understand the criticisms of modern conservation without acknowledging that we are still living under the influence of capitalism and colonialism. Those who fixate on speaking for "animals/nature/trees who don't have a voice" often seem to have no interest in the indigenous people who do.
Listen. There's no simple answer; and the solution will vary for each region.
Again, my project is within the UK, one of the most ecologically devastated areas in the world. There are bad zoos that the law allows a pass. There are incredible zoos that are vital to conservation, in and outside of the country. There's not enough nature preserves. The best ones that exist are often exploited for profit.
I hope that my silly little blog sparks an interest in a handful of people to understand more about their own local ecosystems, and teaches folks about the unique beauty even within a place as "boring" as England.
But, my straightforward statement is that I have no patience for nonconstructive, broad zoo slander that lumps together ALL of them, and open contempt for anyone who tries to sell nature preserves like a perfect, morally superior "alternative." We need them BOTH right now, and we need to acknowledge that zoos AND preserves have legal and ethical issues that aren't openly talked about.
#ALSO THAT GUIDE IVE BEEN WORKING ON IS DONE#Im just waiting for the input of the sensitivity readers bc I made a whole section on--#How ableis m might express in the different clans#And part of it became a thunder-callout post lmaooooo#Also this zoo doc has been sitting competed in my drafts for a while#All this to say that uh. I hope the strange place they visit in the upcoming se is not a zoo :J#I will hit it with a golf club if it is <3#Leaning heavily towards the 'oh no two DEMIGODS ended up in a zoo' idea#Which is objectively funnier#And you know what else is objectively funny. When these posts break orbit and then ppl are surprised that i am a kitty cat blog#Hal. It's about Cats.#Bone Babble
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Blessed Are The Meek 5
Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)
Warning:Â this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.
Character:Â Tommy Shelby
Note: thank you for following along. Iâm sure yall didnât expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. đđđđ
You wipe the Commander's face and stand with the cup, brush, and blade. You go to the sink to clean it all up and put it away. As you do, you hear him shifting in the water. You've already set out his soap and shampoo on the ledge. The smell of it laces the air.Â
You glance at the door, wondering if you should go.Â
"You will wait and have a towel ready."
His order is taken as diligently as any other. 'Yes, Commander' and you take the bath sheet from the rack, standing by the wall and staring at your sleeve. He sighs as he lingers in water, drawing out the tension.
When he stands, water slaking noisily from his body, you come forward and open the bath sheet. He steps over the wall of the tub and waits. You wrap it around him and he finally clasps the top.
You recoil and move aside. He passes you and you roll up your sleeve to pull the stopper from the tub. You donât return to the bedroom right away. You give him time before you near the door, head down.
âWould you like your tea?â You ask the floor.
He sits on the side of the bed. He reaches for the thick tome on the round table beside the wooden frame. He lifts the bible and flutters through the gold-edged pages. You listen to the noise but refocus on the cold hardwood.
âEven piety cannot outweigh the law,â he says, âdid you chance a verse or two, hm?â
You shake your head. âNo, Commander.â
He snaps the book shut, clutching it between his hands. He runs his thumb along the spine and leans forward. He stares at the cover then hurls it at the wall, making you flinch as it falls onto its pages.
âTell me then, what did you read? Before?â
You donât know what to say. You donât believe he truly cares. This is just what the men do. They play on their power, pulling the strings of the women they made into puppets. You wonât tell him of the cheap novellas that kept you company in a tub very much like the one in the next room or the fantastical tales of dragons and magic that first awakened your love of literature.Â
âI am not the woman I was before. I cannot recall.â
He sits up and leans his head back, âyou are just like every other woman. You say what will do you best, but never the truth.â
You donât argue. He is right, but he does not admit why. That if you do speak honestly, you will be sent to the wall or worse.
âOr maybe you read nothing at all. Maybe you were the sort to watch a screen until your head turned dull. Or spent your time with a bottle of liquorâŚâ he presumes as he scratches along his neck. âCertainly, there wasnât much time for reading with a son to rear, eh?â
You try not to falter. Is it a lucky guess or does he know? He could. Surely, if he wanted to know who you used to be, he could find that out.
âTea,â he orders bluntly and lifts his legs onto the bed, sprawling wide so the bath sheet slackens around his legs.
âYes, Commander,â you affirm, twisting sharply as you fight to keep your nerves from boiling over. It is a test. One you must pass.
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The Commander dismisses you as he sits thumbing through the bibleâs bent pages and sipping his tea. You leave him with the soft clasp of the doorknob behind you. You wade through the dark and down to the first floor. You resume your seat on the bench, drawing your legs up as you lay on your side.
It is stiff and uncomfortable. You feel the knot forming in your neck already but you are too tired to worry about it. You sleep shallowly, cramped and rigid, until you are awakened by the creak of the stairs.
You sit up with an effort. Your neck screams and your shoulder blades throb. You lean on the wall for just a moment as you muster the strength to stand. The pain is almost inhuman. You knew you would regret sleeping on the bench but you hadnât much choice.
You rise and brace your hip without thinking as you face the Commander coming down the stairs. He wears only a robe in the pale light of early morning. It cannot be more than four.
âI called for you,â he stops on the middle step.
âApologies, Commander.â
âWhy are you down here?â He sneers.
âI⌠I did not know where elseââ
âHush,â he demands curtly, âyou think too much and say more.â
You lower your chin in submission. You swallow your standard acquiescence and wait for further reproach.
âUpstairs. This house is frigid, I require another duvet. Find one.â
He goes back up as you hesitate to follow. You ascend, step by step, tamping down a whine as each lift of your foot zings up to your neck. You go to the narrow closet door and open it, revealing a spare blanket. You bring it with you and enter through the open bedroom door.
The Commander is abed already. You approach him and throw the duvet across the bed, grunting through your teeth. You tug the corners straight and he reaches to grasp your wrist. You pause, his touch almost stinging.
âYou may sleep across my feet, like a dog,â he snickers, âit would do better than that bench for your decrepit bones.â
You stay still, not daring to rip your arm away from him, âCommander, I donât mindââ
âIt is not up to you. Go on, dog, take your place.â
He lets you go and you stand. Your eyes burn with humiliation as you sidle towards the end of the mattress. You put one hand down, then the other, climbing up on all fours like an animal. You lower yourself onto your side, back to him as you stare at the dark doorway.
âJust like a loyal old bitch,â he remarks as he jostles the bed, kicking you from beneath the blanket, âarenât you?â
âYes, Commander,â you force through your tight throat.
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What the hard launch
Janis âImiâike x fem! reader (+ older sister Regina)
Warnings: fluff & coarse language
Janis comes over the next day as promised, spending the night and making things right with your sister. Read part one & part two !
(Pictures used are from Pinterest & Auliâiâs IG)
âHey! Here I am.â
âHi.â You smiled once you saw her standing in front of you. Janis pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back, âHowâd you sleep?â
âPretty good, very energised.â You laughed, stepping aside so she could enter.
âJanis.â Regina stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and looked up, then walked over.
âHi.â
âHey.â Regina says with a little bit of a shrug.
Couldâve gone worse.
You went up to your room with Janis and left Regina alone downstairs. âLeave your door open!â Regina hollers.
âDidnât expect you to actually come over.â
âWhyâs that?â Janis asked as you two stepped inside your room.
âI know you and Regina have your own stuff to deal with and that you donât exactly like her. I donât really know what happened because she refused to talk to me about it, but if it makes you uncomfortable to be here, we donât have to be here.â You sat down on your bed, Janis does the same.
âIâll talk to Regina later, settle it once and for all. Iâm here to see you, thatâs it. I donât need to focus on her, how she feels. As long as she doesnât stop me from seeing you, even if we canât go back to good terms again, at least we are on talking terms, you know?â
You looked at her, she does the same, grabbing ahold of your hand, âDonât worry, thatâs not your battle to fight.â
Before you could respond at all, a string of knocks on your door made you jump. âSorry.â Regina says, âJanis, can I just talk to you for a minute?â
You looked between the two of them nervously, unwillingly letting go of Janisâ hand after she gives yours a squeeze.
âWeâre just gonna talk. Sheâll be right back, I promise.â Regina promised you.
Regina leads Janis to the kitchen island and sat down, telling the brunette to do the same. âI wanted toâŚapologise for what I did. The name-calling in middle school, the Burn Book, everything. All of that was unnecessary and hurtful and rude, and I donât want that to affect your relationship with my sister. She really likes you and sheâs really happy, andâŚyou make her very happy which is all I want her to be. So, could we move forward from our past and just focus on what we have going on right now? Or, you donât have to forgive me, I get that. I just want us to put aside our differences and problems when it comes to things concerning y/n.â
âYou admitting you did something wrong is a big step, a big deal which I appreciate and though those words would stick for awhile, I forgive you. We were kids, we make mistakes. And as long as you mean it, weâre good.â
âReally?â Reginaâs gaze softened at the unexpected response, âOkay, thank you. Iâ thatâs all I need to know.â
Janis nods. âI really like her and Iâm getting the feeling that she likes me back. But weâre just taking it slowâŚdoing whatever feels right for us. Weâre not official, but Iâm definitely not seeing anyone else. I donât want to put the pressure on her to get us the labels, I get how scary and emotional it can be having a first love, a first crush. What we have right nowâŚis what I can see us being like for a long while. She doesnât have to say those words yet if she doesnât feel ready because I know her. I can feel the care and the love and the affection she has for me. Itâs crazy to think about, honestly. Weâve all known each other for so long and all this just feelsâŚright.â
âTo be completely honest with you, every time we eat out Iâm so worried because sheâs allergic to peanutsâ not severely, thank god. But sheâs also lactose intolerant, yet she still loves to eat all kinds of ice creams and cheese and I just look at her like, why on earth are you putting yourself through hours of cramps and nausea and having to even go to the bathroom? Itâs not too challenging to have to navigate that but now that our Momâs always away, all the responsibilities kind of fall on me.â
âIâm sorry about the divorce.â Janis nodded understandingly.
âI appreciate that, and also just how fucking happy youâve been making her. Itâs so damn cute to witness.â
Janis stifles a laugh, âThatâsâŚgood to know.â
âActually, Iâm curiousâ she asked you out one weekend and you just went with it? Did you automatically go âitâs a dateâ or âoh, she just wants to hang outâ.â
âRegina. Iâm no genius but Iâm no fool either. I could kinda tell she likes me.â Janis reveals, âIf you recall, I donât usually just go up to somebody and make friends with them.â
âAnd now, a mandatory warningâ if you break her heart. Iâm coming after you.â
âI hear ya.â Janis shrugs, âGood talk. Can I go back upstairs now?â
âSure.â Regina waves, âGo kiss your girl.â
âOh, we havenât done that yet.â Janis said back while walking up the stairs.
âI know it wonât take too long before it happens.â Regina smirks.
âShut up.â Janis couldnât help it but laugh, also secretly a little happy that Regina was so supportive of it all.
ââââ
âHowâd it go?â
âPerfect, actually. Weâre good now.â She made her way to your side, getting her legs under the duvet.
âThatâs so good.â You smiled, relieved.
âWhat do you wanna do?â Janis asks.
âUmâŚâ You sigh softly, âI donât know, really.â
âSo you wanna just cuddle?â Janis asked cheekily, her arm was then felt wrapped around.
She did not just ask you that. Did you want that? Yeah. Would you actually verbally say yes? No. Then you felt her eyes looking at you again, so you just looked down, then away. âSince when were you this shy with me?â She jokes.
You laughed awkwardly, âDonât know.â
âWell, my offer still stands. You want to cuddle?â
Okay, yeah, screw it. She was here right now, and you wanted to get comfy. You didnât exactly have to say anything but just snuggle up against her in order for Janis to get her answer. So, thatâs what you did. âLetâs watch a movie.â She suggests, finding your TV remote beside her. âYou wanna pick?â
âMm, no.â
âOkay then.â She chuckles, combing a hand through your hair as she spoke, âComedy?â
âOkay.â
âGetting a little comfortable there, are we? Thatâs cute.â She realises you had your hand resting on her torso. Which you barely had the time to retract before she saw it.
âSorry.â
âSorry?â Janis squinted, âHell, no. Donât be sorry. Thatâs totally okay, put it there if you want to put it there.â
âOkay.â You nearly snorted laughing. âIâ yeah.â Your hand finds its way back and you soon relaxed again, more so when you felt the warmth of her palm rubbing circles on the small of your back.
Halfway through the film, your mind drifts, and somehow came this question, âJan?â
âYeah?â Janis hums, eyes focused on the TV screen.
âWhat are we?â You continued, also fixated on the movie showing on the screen.
She pauses the video. Shit.
âWell, weâd be dating, technically. Iâm not seeing anyone else but I donât want either of us to feel the pressure of needing a label right away.â Janis answers softly, âI like you, I care about you and thatâs what matters to me. I donât need you to feel like you have to say anything or do anything to make it âofficialâ. As long as our feelings are mutual, Iâm happy with whatever we have right now and justâŚlet everything else fall into place when it feels like the right time. Regina asked me, and I told her the same thing. I mean it, everything feels different with youâ a good kind of different, yet still so familiar and soft and justâŚsomehow exactly what Iâve dreamed of in a relationship.â
A smile tugs at your lips, âI didnât even know how to tell you I liked you.â
âDoesnât matter because I can feel that when Iâm with you. The way you talk to me, the way you carry yourself, the way you look at me whether Iâm talking to you or not. I know itâs not easy, itâs intimidating and intense and emotional and itâs not an easy step to take. But weâre here now one way or another.â
You took a deep breath and looked up at her, meeting her gaze, âI like you. I really like you, Jan.â
She smiles at you so damn brightly, it made you heart flutter. Janis wraps both her arms around you tightly, âI really like you too, y/n.â
âWoah, itâs getting a little dark outside.â Janis remarked. You snuggled closer, face down a little bit more, as if to block out the sight of the grey skies out your window.
âHey, itâs okay.â She soothed, âItâs just a bit of rain.â
âI donât like the thunder.â You told her, voice muffled.
She rubs your back again, pulling you closer, âItâs alright, I got you. Would it help if you put on headphones or something to block out the sound?â
âNever tried. I just ignore them and get startled every time I hear one.â You muttered, âDo you want any snacks? Iâm gonna go downstairs and grab some things.â
âNo, Iâm good.â She says, scooting a little so you could get out.
You grabbed a bag of pretzels for you and Janis to share then a can of soda each. You returned to see her sprawled out on the bed, only looking up when she heard you set the items down. âHey.â
âWhatcha doing?â
âYour bedâs really comfy.â She says.
âOkay, Jan.â You nod, chuckling, âGlad youâre comfortable. I got you a drink and some pretzels for us to share.â
âCan I just stay here?â
âSure you can.â You joked, cracking the can open and taking a sip. Janis groans softly as she sat back up, âCome here, you.â
She pulls you into her lap, you yelped, scared that you were going to spill the drink. You look at her, she looks at you. Then, she leaned closer to you, brushing the hair out of your face. The intensity of the eye contact and sheer closeness of your faces made your heart race. Cupping your face, she gave you a look as a silent ask. You nodded your head eagerly, âMhm.â The next thing you knew, her lips were against yours. Surprised, but you instantly melted into it.
Janis breaks away a few seconds later, still gazing right into your eyes, âYeah, Iâm gonna hide my face now.â You told her, feeling the blush quickly forming on your cheeks. You climbed off her lap and went back to the head of your bed, settling in your previous spot while you swirled the can in your hand.
You couldnât help it but giggle, hiding your face behind one hand. You hear the same noise come out of her mouth a little ways in front of you. âAre you okay?â
âI am, Iâm fine.â You said through the laughter.
She sits down next to you just like she did earlier, âGood.â She caresses your cheek with her thumb, a soft smile on her face.
You squealed, âI justâ I canât believe it. God Iâm such a loserââ
âHey, no!â Janis gasped, âYou are not.â
âYes I am, why am I making such a big deal out of a kissââ
âNo you arenât.â She said back, laying her head in your lap, âI think itâs cute.â
ââââ
Walking down the stairs as quietly as she could, Janis was shocked to see Regina in the kitchen. âItâsâŚ1am. Why are you up?â
âBack hurts. Why are you up?â
Janis shrugs, going to pour herself a glass of water, âI was up talking with y/n, I didnât even realise it was that late. But then she dozed off and I finally realised the time so I tucked her in.â
âYou guys have been talking the whole time? Damn.â
âFour years is a long time, Regina. We talked about everything.â Janis sat down on a stool opposite the blonde. âAlso we kissed.â
Reginaâs mouth fell open, âOh, my God. What?!â
âThen again.â
Regina nodded, seemingly impressed.
âThenâŚâ
ââImiâike, I donât need to hear it if you went down on my sister. Never tell me that.â
âRelax, we didnât do any of that.â Janis bites back a laugh, âI was gonna say then she just snuggled with me and dozed off.â
âI see she still loves clinging onto you.â Regina teased, âSheâs so gay.â
âYeah, well â so are we.â Janis chortled.
âIâm saying, she really loved laying on your chest even when she was tiny.â Regina smirked.
âIâve got nice tits and Iâm owning that, okay? Sheâs my girlfriend, if she wants to lay on me, she can do that all day.â Janis shrugs, shamelessly saying.
âYouâre not drunk are you?â Regina eyes her suspiciously.
âOh, no way. Sleep deprived? Definitely.â Janis glares at her, âI am running on Diet Coke and pretzels.â
Regina held back a laugh, âWas dinner that bad?â
âNo, it was good. Iâm just sayingâ weâve been snacking on a bag of pretzels all day, after dinner too.â
âYeah, she likes her pretzels.â Regina shrugs, âGo to bed.â
âNoâŚI donât think so.â
âWell sheâs asleep so what do you want?â
âI wantâŚto tell you that weâre good. I thought about what you said and we should definitely move forward. Life can only get better from here, right? Shit might have went down but life still had to move on. Now, weâre choosing to have a fresh-ish start. Make our lives better than they were before. No bitterness, no anger just tough lessons learned and new beginnings.â
Regina flashes her a genuine smile, âIâm glad, and I agree, how our lives are like depends on the choices we make. Alright, weâre good.â She raised her glass, Janis does the same. Their glasses clinked, âTo new beginnings.â
Janis nodded firmly, âTo new beginningsâ is that wine?â
âLet me live okay? I have chronic pain and I basically am my little sisterâs parent. A glass every now and then wonât hurt me.â
âTouchĂŠ.â Janis shrugs, finishing her glass of water. âIâll uh, head back upstairs and get some rest. You try and get some sleep, too. Good night.â
âGood night.â
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Food related prompt with reader making a cake with lots of whipped cream, not letting Aziraphale into the kitchen without serious reason but the angel finds a way to distract her...sorry if it sounds lame lol
BASICALLY, whipped cream sensuality đ
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pairing: aziraphale x gn!reader
rating: M, light smut under cut
Youâve got everything that you need set up. Cake ingredients: check. Strawberries: check. Whipped cream: check. Alright, youâre ready to start baking â you just need to go and grab your phone from where you left it on charge in the living room.Â
Itâs a short journey from the kitchen, but long enough that you begin to hear a suspicious noise. Itâs with dawning horror that you realise youâve left the cream unguarded. Like a shot youâre back in, and Aziraphale freezes with the nozzle of the squirty cream aimed directly into his mouth.Â
âAziraphale!â
âMy dear, I was just ââ
You pick up your wooden baking spoon and tap him lightly with it, as close to anger as you can get with your angel.Â
âAziraphale!â Bonk. âDonât!â Bonk. âEat my!â Bonk bonk. âIngredients!â One final bonk, a light one to the tip of his nose. He looks downtrodden and attempts to mollify the situation.Â
âIâm sorry. Itâs just so⌠delicious.â
The thing is itâs actually very easy to tempt Aziraphale. Just put something tasty within his reach and heâll usually go for it, like a wild animal being lured into a trap. Usually you find it endearing. Today youâre a bit annoyed.Â
âI know, but I need it. So pass it over and go and do something in the bookshop.â
âAlright. Iâm ever so sorry, darling.â
He deflates and obliges, looking a bit like a kicked puppy. You feel a little bit bad for him, you donât like telling him off (unless itâs in the bedroom, where you very much do like it and more to the point so does he). Won over, as ever, by his charm, you resolve to find a way to rectify the situation.Â
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You go back to the little store when youâve finished baking, have another quick shop, and return home with renewed vigour and a scandalous little idea.Â
You donât let on about it as you continue on about your day, but that night you find him in the bedroom, useless little reading glasses perched on his nose and book in his lap. As you always do when you desire his attention you swing a leg over him and shift yourself into his lap. Aziraphale peeks up, intrigued, and lets you remove his glasses to carefully put aside.Â
âI was thinking, it was very unfair to deny you any whipped cream earlier.â
Aziraphale narrows his eyes, as if heâs not sure he trusts this line of conversation, but makes no effort to interrupt. You reach into the side drawer where you stashed it earlier, and pull out a whole fresh can of the stuff.Â
Your angelâs eyes open comically wide.Â
âOh.â
âThat is, of course, if youâre interestedâŚâ
He silences you with a kiss, and you can feel him smiling beneath your mouth.Â
âYou my dear,â he sighs, blissfully, âwill lead me to sin.â
âYou donât sound too worried about it.â
âI donât think I am.â
He flips you onto your back and you squeal.Â
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When youâre naked - which doesnât take long - he presses a line of cream from the base of your neck to the bottom of your stomach, and takes his time licking it all off. His tongue makes you gasp and giggle, the strange tickly feeling of it, but itâs worth it to hear the noises of ecstasy he makes. He leisures at the apex of your legs, spreading them wide to allow himself better access, and takes your sex in his sticky mouth. You moan and roll back into the bed, but he clamps an arm down over your hips to keep you exactly where he wants you.Â
Heâs so clever with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Able to scrape out every inch of pleasure you can find to give him and then wring you out for even more. When youâve come from his attention, Aziraphale looks up at you with proof of your release all over his lips, his eyes heavily lidded with lust.Â
âYou taste better than anything Iâve ever had.â
God when he speaks like that you want him to sin. You want to be the reason heâs led into temptation, because when he follows you there he worships you with his love.
A while later, and when the cream bottle has been emptied and youâre both satisfied, you get to your shaky legs and head to the en-suite, disliking the tacky feeling left on your skin. Aziraphale watches you lazily, exhausted.Â
âCome on angel. Youâre the one who got me messy. Now you have to clean me up.â
He groans, and gives in.Â
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hey. i think i'm going through a phase of self-hatred and⌠I don't know, of believing I'm not capable of anything. would you have any tips or books that approach this from an AFAB/trans perspective so I can cope? (it's not that I hate myself for being trans. I just have insecurities, anxieties and I don't know what to do to stop most things from seeming so discouraging, for lack of a better word.)
I'm sorry you're having a hard time! I don't have any book recommendations, and I'm not exactly an expert, but:
Where possible, try to focus on what you enjoy about the process of an action instead of worrying about the end result. A lot of anxiety comes from privileging a hypothetical future version of yourself ahead of the person you are in the moment, and while it's still good to have goals and aspirations for the future, that doesn't render your present self irrelevant, because that's who you have to be to achieve them.
To give a personal example: late last year, I was really disappointed with how little reading I'd managed to get done in 2023 particularly, but also over the pandemic. I'd bought all these awesome books that I really wanted to read, but I never seemed to get around to starting most of them, and meanwhile, I was spending hours of my life mindlessly doomscrolling Twitter and TikTok, which regardless of anything else is a really good way to depress yourself about the state of the world. So I sat down and thought about it, and I realized that the problem was how much pressure I was putting on myself about reading. I wanted so badly to finish books that I was psyching myself out of starting them in the first place, because each choice had to be Perfect, lest I pick the wrong book at the wrong time and waste twenty minutes or an hour or three reading something I might later set aside. And because I'd subconsciously set the stakes for starting a book so much higher than they needed to be, I'd end up dithering and scrolling social media to delay having to make a high-pressure choice at all.
In other words: I'd become so concerned about Future Foz's hypothetical dislike of a book I was yet to start reading that Present Foz would be scared to start it in the first place. I was forever privileging a version of myself that didn't exist and likely never would over the person I was now, and it was making me wildly unhappy, because it felt like I was failing at something I loved.
So my single New Years' Resolution became: to value myself and my time in the moment. If I catch myself scrolling for too long, I ask myself: is there literally anything else I'd rather be doing right now? Could I start a TV show, or a book, or a game, or write something, or message a friend, or have a bath? It doesn't matter if the activity goes anywhere long term; what matters is that I inevitably get more pleasure out of doing something than not. My time now matters, because I matter.
And suddenly, just from that one change? For the first time in I couldn't even say how long, I've read something every single day this year. In the whole of 2023, I read just 67 books; it's now the 30th of March 2024, and I've already finished 33. By giving myself permission to start things without the pressure to finish them, I'm suddenly finishing way more than when I was telling myself I had to finish everything, and I am vastly happier for it.
Is the world still a burning hellscape that daily makes me want to yeet a solid 80% of elected politicians globally into the sun? Yes. Am I still working on self-improvement in other areas of my life? Yes. Is it magically any easier being trans and queer in the current moment? No. But it helps to focus on who I am now, in this hour, in this minute, instead of worrying so much about whether some future version of me will think I spent this time badly that I don't use it for anything at all.
I don't know if this is helpful to your situation, and if it's not, I apologize for rambling. But it's a little change I've made lately that's helped me a lot, and I hope it might help you, too.
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