#this is actually also inspired by a tiktok i saw where a girl was like i gotta wait with sending my next question and then realized

[fivefeetfangirl]

Bestie if you need to pull out sawatskys interview techniques to have a conversation with him, he's not worth it

[sturniqlo]

Pretty Girl- M.S

summary: where matt slides into singer!y/ns dms not knowing she would respond back, and it leads into something more.

cw: cursing, FLUFF; sweet messages, first meeting, honeymoon stage, kissing, ANGST(very little); second thoughts on relationship(?), past relationship issues, insecurity of not being good enough, social media hate

an: i just love fics where reader is a famous singer :) | very fast paced timeline | as usual, not proofread

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"said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be."- bed chem, s.c

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matthew.sturniolo 12:47am

hi, you're like really pretty :)

Matt exits out of the dm and scrolls on tiktok for the remainder of the night. He shuts off his phone completely forgetting about the message he had sent to Y/n. There was no way she would respond. Y/n was a famous singer with millions of more followers than him. He had been following her for sometime now, as he had discovered a song- many songs- he really likes from her. Matt also saw his big of a fan Nick was, which introduced him to his favorite songs.

Y/n was currently in New York finding some inspiration from her upcoming album. Usually she resides in LA but she loves being in New York while she writes. It's more homey to her, it was fall after all, her favorite season, the leaves were turning orange and falling off of their branches, landing on sidewalks all over the city, the weather was chillier, she loved it. Back in LA it was many degrees hotter, she couldn't wear her cute cardigans without sweating.

The next morning, Matt woke up to a loud commotion coming from the kitchen which was very close to his room. Groggily he came out of his room and saw his brothers arguing. "I hid the last bagel for a reason because I was going to fucking eat it this morning." Nick angrily crumples up the empty bag the bagel was in. "How was I supposed to know?" Chris argues back, taking a bite of the bagel.

"Do you guys mind? I was sleeping peacefully and I got woken up to you two arguing over a fucking bagel." Matt scoffs. He goes back into his room and shuts the door. He rolls his eyes and walks over to his bed where his phone is laying. As it turns on, he sees a instagram notification. Unlocking it with his face id, he sees Y/n replied to his message. "Holy-" He cuts himself off.

y/n/y/l/n 2:47pm

thank you! you're cute yourself ;)

sorry for the late response it was 3 am when you dmed me haha!

Matt stared at the message opened message with his mouth slightly open. you're cute yourself? He was about to faint. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard thinking about what he was going to say next.

matthew.sturniolo 11:49am

holy shit you actually responded... also thank you :))

sounds like you're three hours ahead of me??

y/n/y/l/n 2:50pm

hahaha

i believe so. i'm currently in new york, i'm assuming you're in the west coast? la possibly?

She responded quickly and Matt's heartbeat only got quicker.

Y/n had spent her morning bright and early. She woke up at around seven am and did her morning which consisted of her morning shower, skincare routine. She ate a bowl of strawberries and blueberries while she answered some emails. About an hour after sending emails and responding to important messages she went out for breakfast.

At her favorite cafe, she ordered her usual bagel and iced coffee and sat down by the window. She ate her breakfast and stared out the window watching people walk by going about their morning. A few fans spotted her as she was leaving so she took some pictures with them. "Excuse me, Y/n?" A soft shy voice said as she exited the bagel shop. She looked back and saw two teenage girls nervously smiling.

"Hey, guys!" She gasped, letting her wired headphones hang. "Hi, we- we uh. Sorry I'm so nervous." Y/n smiled. "Don't be nervous. I promise you it's okay." She giggled and walked closed to them. "Okay, thank you." The one girl sighed in relief. The three of them made a ten minute long conversation. "We're so sorry for taking your time!" One of them gasps realizing how long they've been talking for. "Don't worry about it, it's okay."

Y/n returned to her apartment at around twelve and cleaned up a bit. She'd been in New York for about two weeks now. She took a quick shower and chilled on her phone for a bit. Here and there she liked to go through her instagram dms and respond to some fans. As she was scrolling through, she saw that Matt has dmed her. Y/n has known about the triplets for sometime now, she has watched a couple of their youtube video. And to be honest, Matt had caught her eye those couple of times.

She blushed, she opened the dm and read the message fully. It was sent about eleven hours ago. She responded anyways and she was bold enough to send a second message. Exiting out quickly and scrolled and responded back to some fans who just wanted to say hi or wanted some advice.

Two minutes later, a notification from Matt appeared at the top of her screen. She smiled and opened it right away responding quickly, Matt responded seconds later.

matthew.sturniolo

i am

also, new york? i bet it's beautiful out there now that it's fall time

y/n/y/l/n

it's really is! have you ever been out here?

matthew.sturniolo

yeah, a couple of times actually!

are you there permanently?

y/n/y/l/n

nope, just here to get some writing done :))

matthew.sturniolo

new music im assuming?

y/n/y/l/n

can't say tooo much but yess

Over the few weeks, the two messaged each other everyday and eventually exchanged numbers. As much as Matt wanted to tell his brothers. He wanted to keep his 'relationship' with her hidden for a while and be in this little bubble. Matt really enjoyed messaging her and talking with her on the phone that he asked her if she would be up to the idea of talking romantically and see where it would lead them to. Obviously she said yes.

Y/n had never felt like this, Matt was amazing to say the least and she hasn't even met him. Every morning when she would wake up, a good morning message from Matt would be waiting for her. He'd send her little messages throughout the day when he wasn't filming and he calls her when he knows she's about to go to bed. Yeah, she's had her boyfriends here and there but they were nothing like Matt.

Her past relationships were so public from the beginning to the end they almost felt forced. Anytime they would go out there was always a new article and new pictures about it. There were rumors, allegations, and opinions. And she never dated the best people.

matt

hi pretty girl :)

y/n

hi pretty boyyy

matt

are you busy?

y/n

for you? neverrr

matt

okay, i'm calling you now!

Before Y/n could even type out a response her phone rang in her hands with Matt's contact filling her screen. She immediately answered. "Hi Matt." She put him on speaker. "Hi, pretty lady. How's the writing going?" He asks her. "It's.. going. I can't really think of anything right now, so I'm taking a break." Y/n brings her knees up to her chest and scoots her writing book away from her.

"Anyways, what have you been up to?" She says, pressing the facetime button. He answers it right away. "Nothing much, me and my brothers just finished filming a video." He brings his face into view. "Sounds fun, what'd you guys film?" She smiles. "Just a car video talking about random things."

They talked more for some time until someone interrupted Matt's rant by barging into his room. "And then- do you not know how to knock?" He scolded whoever came in. "Who are you talking to?" She heard Nicks voice. "Don't worry about it, what do you want." Matt huffs. Y/n noticed how he tilts his phone away from Nicks view. "Can you take me to-" Matt cuts him off.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take you. Shoo now." He motions his hand for Nick to leave so he can keep talking to Y/n. A small giggle leaves Y/n and Matt looks at her through the phone and she gasps. Nick must've heard her because he also gasps. "Matt! Are you talking to a girl?" His phone is suddenly snatched from his grip.

Nick looks at the screen and Y/n is with wide eyes and a slight open mouth due to her being shocked of what's happening. Y/n knew that Matt wanted to keep this to himself, as well as her. "Oh.. my god." Nick said and quickly gave the phone back to Matt when he saw who it was. Y/n heard Matt's door close and started laughing, so did Matt. "Holy fuck."

"I'm going to let you go, I need to deal with Nick. I'll call you later." He smiled and waved at her. "Okay, let me know how it goes." She waved back.

"Nick?" Matt walks out of his room. "You, as in Matthew Sturniolo, my triplet brother, are talking to the Y/n. As in the famous singer. Fucking Grammy award winning Y/n!" Nick yelled with his eyes wide open. Y/n was probably- no, is- Nicks favorite artist. He couldn't belive it. "Yes, Nick. Is that so hard to believe?" Matt giggles. "Motherfucker yes! How did you of all people bag her?!" "I'm offended?" Matt furrowed his eyebrows.

Matt goes to tell Nick how everything had happened. "Oh my god, I can't believe this!" Nick yelled into his hands. "What's going on?" Chris comes up his set of stairs. "You'll never believe it!" Nick says. Matt- actually Nick- catches Chris up with everything he missed. "Matt, I've never realized how much game you have."

After everyone - Nick- calmed down, they decided to sit and watch a show.

y/n

i'm assuming everything went well?

matt

yes, nick had a moment of starstruckness i guess, but it went well in general

y/n

omgg, he is so me

will he be okay with me following him?"

matt

pls do, i would kill to see his reaction

y/n

okok

Y/n giggled as she went to her instagram and searched up Nicks username and followed him. Across the country, Matt was secretly recording Nick who was unintentionally scrolling on instagram. "No fucking way! She- she just followed me." Nick flipped his phone to Matt. "She just followed me too!" Chris jumped up from his spot on the couch.

matt

*video attachment*

chris was a plus

y/n

hahaha

one month later

"Alright, we have this shirt with these jeans or," Y/n holds up a potential outfit and shows Matt over facetime. "Ok, I like that one." He nods. "There's also this dress." She holds up the material. "That's the one. I like that one." Matt points and she giggles. "Okay." She leaves the frame and comes back in once she's changed into her outfit.

"It's four over in LA right? I still get a bit confused over timezones." She says as she applies her eyeliner. "Yeah, and it's seven for you, correct?" Matt watches intently as she does he makeup. "Mhm, I have to leave in like forty minutes." Tonight she was going to an album release party for her friend, Conan.

"I would love to be in your timezone. Makes it easier to talk to you." Y/n smiles at an idea that popped up in her head. "Would you -I don't know- maybe want to fly out here? I- you don't have to, but it's just an idea." She rambles a bit. "I'd love to actually. But, I'd have to talk to my brothers first, not that I need their approval or anything, just I'm not sure if they'd want to come." He says.

"You could bring them too. It'd be fun either way." She says. As much as Matt loves traveling with his brothers, he'd appreciate it if this trip was just about the two of them. It's be their first meeting after all. "I hope this plans out well, I really want to meet you, officially."

"I'm tryin' to go to New York." Matt blurts out randomly. He had finished his call with Y/n about two hours ago and all he thought about was possibly getting to meet Y/n and spend sometime with her. "Matt flying across the country for a girl? Who would've thought." Chris says. "Shut up." Matt rolls his eyes. "Do you guys want to go? Or?" He says.

Both Nick and Chris looks at each other and shake their head. As much as Nick wanted to go and possibly meet Y/n, he wanted Matt to have his moment. "Nah, we'll let you enjoy your time with her." Nick says and Matt dramatically sighs in relief. "Thank god! I didn't want to take you guys anyways." Nick gasped. "You know what, i'm second thought." Matt shook his head. "Nope, you made up your mind."

matt

guess who's going to new york :D

y/n

no wayy?!? i'm so excited!!!

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two weeks later

"I'm by the taxi pickup." Y/n said on the phone to Matt who was somewhere inside the airport. "Is there a sign or something?" Matt was having a hard time looking for the right place. "Uhm... oh yeah, there's a bright green sign that says taxi only. It's pretty big so you can't really miss it." She let out a breathy laugh. "I see it, and I see you." Y/n turned, but still couldn't see him. "Other way, pretty girl." She turned the opposite way and saw him.

"Matt!" She squealed, and ran to him as he dragged his suitcase behind with a huge smile on his face. "Y/n!" He let go of his suitcase and she jumped in his arms. "Oh my god! I can't believe you're actually here!" She whispered into his neck. "I can't believe it either." He says and she pulls away from his neck at looks at him. "You're even prettier in person." She blushes. "Stop it! I could say the same thing about you." She places her feet back on the ground. "How was your flight?" She asks. "It was good, except for the guy snoring next to me."

They arrived at Matt's hotel, and he settled in before going out for lunch together. "Okay, my favorite spot to get lunch is here." She says and Matt opens the door for her. "Thank you, Matt." Matt smiles. For the three- almost four hours they've been together, it all felt natural, as if they've known each other for years.

"What do you usually get?" He puts his arm around her shoulders and she smiles at the action. "I usually get the chicken wrap and a mango lemonade." She looks up at him. "I'll get the same." He nods and kisses her forehead. See, natural.

"What do you think?" Y/n covers her mouth as she speaks through a mouthful of her wrap. "It's very good, you weren't lying." Matt says as he goes in for another bite.

For the rest of the day, they walked around the city hand in hand, Matt pointing out at certain billboards in time square.

Later that night, they returned to Matt's hotel where Y/n said goodnight and went home. But, not without a kiss. A first kiss. "I hope you had fun today." She says as she walks towards the door. "Trust me I did. Thank you for today." He says, following behind her. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Matt." Y/n smiles. "For sure." He unhesitatingly grabs her jaw and plants his lips on hers with a gentle kiss.

The room was soon filled with the soft smacking sounds of their lips intertwining with each others. Soon enough her arms ended up wrapped around his neck, with her back against the door and Matt's arms holding her hips. A couple of moments later, they both pulled back gasping for air. "Wow, I- mmph!" Matt was cut off by Y/n putting her lips back on his.

"Okay, I should- I should go now." Y/n pulls away and giggles. Both of them out of breath and their lips red and swollen. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

The next day, the two of them went out for breakfast and were especially giddy the whole day, sharing kisses, holding hands and small touches. "So, this one is- Matt?" Y/n stops herself. "Yeah, yup. Mhm." He says. "You weren't paying attention were you?" He breaks out in a laugh and shakes his head. "Sorry, but you're just really fucking pretty." Her cheeks redden up by the compliment.

"Matt!" He grabs her chin and kisses her. "Okay, I'll listen this time, for real."

It was now eight pm and Matt's hand was wrapped around her shoulders as usual. As they walked in a comfortable silence, Y/n heard a series of whispers behind them. Her first reaction was to look back, and as she did she saw a flash of a phone.

"Oh my god." Y/n mutters under her breath. "C'mon Matt, let's go." She grabs onto his arm and leads him to the opposite way of the stranger. Matt had noticed the person taking the picture as he also turned his head a little bit after Y/n did and saw how her mood had changed.

"Hey, you okay? You've been pretty quiet." Y/n stands in front of Matt once they've entered her apartment, moving bits of his hair that covers his eyes. "Mhm." He hums. "Matt, you can talk to me. Is it what happened with the person who took the picture?" Matt looked away from her. She had gotten it right. "Matt," She sighs, pouting slightly. "I- are you having second thoughts about this? I just- I don't know." He says. "Hey, no, of course not! It's just- I really like this little bubble we're in right now, with no unwanted opinions." She pauses before continuing on.

"And I know I shouldn't care about what people say about us or anything, but it gets to me sometimes. With my past relationships I feel like the media got involved so much that it ruined them, and- and I don't want that to happen with us. I really like you" She interlocks their hands together. "I really like you too." He gives her a soft smile before pulling her in for a kiss. "Are you okay now? Did I clear something's up." He nods. "Yes, thank you for letting me know. I really appreciate it."

Y/n was right, the internet does have a lot of opinions. After Matt had left Y/n's apartment, even though she had told him to stay, Matt did it nightly call to his brothers before going to bed. When he had woken up in the morning, he went on social media and saw tiktok about the picture and another picture that they didn't know of and and there were many negative comments about his and Y/n's relationship. Specifically about him.

y/nsoulmate: broo... how is she going to go from dating a famous singer/actor to a youtuber💀

soulmatey/n: she should get someone better

ilivefory/n: dare i say it, but she downgraded

slutniolo: why is he dating her? isn't she on her tenth relationship?

y/nismygf: y/n, matt, if you're seeing this just know twitter is rooting and happy for you guys! tiktok police is annoying!!!!!

y/nismommy: he isn't it for her 🤷

prettyy/n: he could never treat her like danny did.. oop

ang3ly/n: y/n, baby, leave b4 u can, he's just going to use u🥴

everythingy/n: not a youtuber

y/nsgirl: why is everyone being so negative? this isn't your guys' relationship to judge or comment on. get a job, get a life!

Although the last comment made him chuckles a bit, the other comments hurt him. Were they right? Yeah, he wasn't on her level of famousness, but was it such a big deal? His phone suddenly rang in his hold as he was too deep in his thoughts. It was a call from Nick. He answered. "Good morning sunshine!" Nick said. "Why are you up so early? Isn't it six am over there?" Matt says. "I haven't slept actually. It's kind of worrying me." Nick laughed as he got comfy on his bed.

"I saw the pictures. How're you guys feeling about it?" Great, something he didn't want to think about right now. "I don't know? She wasn't the happiest when she caught that one person taking a picture, but she gave me her reasons and it was understandable. I didn't realize it at first, but she was totally right. The internet can be harsh, holy shit." Nick furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" Matt sighed and got up to sit against his headboard.

"I saw a video and the comments were a bunch of people saying that she shouldn't be with me because i'm not on her level of success, I guess, and that she also downgraded. I mean, what if they're right? What if I'm not good enough for her?" Nick felt bad, he hated that the internet was making Matt have second thoughts about his developing relationship. "Don't listen to them Matt, they're just a bunch of losers. And, you are more than enough for her. I was called her earlier today, yesterday I guess, and she was so excited to tell me what she had planned for you two. She's in deep and so are you, I can see it. There's no way you can back out now." Nick reassured him.

As Matt got ready, he thought of what Nick had said. She's in deep and so are you, I can see it. There's no way you can back out now. He was right, he is in deep. Matt knew Y/n was going back to LA a week after he was. They'd have all the time in the world to hang out. However, he wanted to be hers.

He was going to ask her today.

"Hi, pretty girl." He kissed forehead once she let him in. "Hi, how was your morning." She closed and locked the door behind him. "It was good, how about yours." They walked into her bedroom so she could continue getting ready for the day. "I had an early morning." She sighs. "I had a last minute meeting, luckily it was short and over zoom." She wraps her arms around Matt. "Hi." Y/n whispers. "Hi." He giggles and she leans up to kiss him.

"Okay- shit!" Matt stumbles a bit to the side with the bike. It was a couple of hours later and Y/n and Matt decided to rent bikes and bike around the city for a bit before heading to their planned picnic Y/n really liked to go to. "Why is it so heavy?" He says, trying to put the bike up straight. "They're so heavy for no reason, the amount of times I've fallen to the side with it is ridiculous." She starts to peddle slowly, waiting for Matt to catch up. A folded blanket is held by the basket that is on the bike.

"Are you sure you can ride the bike and carry the picnic basket at the same time?" She asks him. "I'm sure, just can't go too fast or I'll bust my shit." They rode around for thirty minutes sight seeing before heading to the park. "This looks like a nice spot." Matt pointed out an empty spot near a tree. "Okay, I'll lay out the blanket." Y/n unfolded the blanket and carefully placed it down on the grass.

"So, you're going to be in LA a week after I go back, right?" Matt says as he sips on his water bottle Y/n had packed. "Mhm, the twenty fifth. We'll finally be in the same place permanently. I'd love to hangout more with you." She smiles at him. "About that, I actually had a question for you." He caps his water and places it down next to him, moving his body to face her. "Oh, okay."

"Can I be yours, pretty girl? Officially yours." She gasps lightly and breaks into a huge smile. "You were always mine, pretty boy."

[adrienneleclerc]

Wrong Name

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles pranks Y/N by calling her the wrong name to see how she would react, it did not go well

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: inspired by @23victoria post “what did you call me” also I figured Y/N put Charles through two TikTok pranks, it’s only fair Charles pulls a prank on her. Same universe as “say it back” and “can you get out?” Also, super sorry if your name is Romina.

Charles was on TikTok because he couldn’t sleep and saw a video where a girl called her boyfriend by the wrong name. He decided to take it upon himself to pull this prank on his girlfriend. He just hopes she doesn’t get angry.

“Muñeco, im getting groceries for dinner, I’ll be back soon!” Y/N calls out.

“Okay, Mon ange.” Charles said, getting off the couch to say goodbye to his girlfriend properly. “I love you.” Charles kissed Y/N.

“I love you too.” Y/N said before leaving. Charles decided to play video games and when he heard the door open 30 minutes later, that’s when he decided to put his plan into action. Y/N was putting the groceries away in the fridge when…

“Hey Romina, what did you buy?” Charles said and Y/N closed the fridge and the bags that were on the counter were long forgotten because she was now in front of the TV.

“What did you say?” Y/N asked.

“I said ‘hey Y/N, what did you buy?’ Are you feeling alright?” Charles asked, pausing his game. He felt so guilty for the gaslighting.

“The hell you did, you just called me Romina. Who the fuck is Romina?” Y/N asked in a louder tone.

“Romina, calm down.” Charles said and that’s when he knew he fucked up.

“First of all, you never tell a woman to calm down, have you learned NOTHING from watching TV or having other girlfriends? Second, you just called me Romina AGAIN! So please, calmly tell me…” Y/N said as she went to their bedroom to get one of her chanclas 🩴 “who the hell is Romina before I become like my mother and beat your ass with this chancla.”

“There’s no need to get violent, Y/N.” Charles said.

“Really? Then tell me why did you call me Romina.” Y/N said.

“It was a prank.” Charles said. “I saw a TikTok of girls calling their boyfriends by the wrong name and I wanted to see how you would react.” Charles confessed shyly.

“You chose THAT prank, specifically THAT one, to pull on me, a girl who has been cheated on before?” Y/N asked rhetorically.

“Yeah, I didn’t think it through actually.” Charles admitted.

“Menso, i was actually gonna hit you.” Y/N said.

“You love me too much to hit me.” Charles said.

“That’s true. Anyway, I have to finish putting the groceries away because someone decided to be a pendejo and prank me. Like why would you prank me? I’m a freaking delight.” Y/N said, walking save to the kitchen

“You pranked me twice, ma Belle!” Charles exclaimed, following her.

“Okay but those were cute pranks, that prank would have ended up with me in jail.” Y/N said, putting the groceries away on the fridge, freezer, and pantry.

“I would never let you go to jail.” Charles said,

“Hey, so while I’m cooking dinner, I’m gonna put on some music, okay.” Y/N said.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Charles said and they kissed. Y/N out her phone on full volume to CUIDADITO by Becky G and Chiquis, singing out loud and specific part.

“Yo no soy celosa pero si eso pasa me transformo en otra. Te poncho las llantas dormirás afuera y esa misma noche le marco a mi suegra para que recoja a la cochinada que un día parió. Te rayo el carro te quiebro los vidrios y voy a llamar a todos mis amigos para que me ayuden que en un pisteada lo arregló yo. Nomas cuidadito con ponerme el cuerno que todo eso lo hago y hasta más me atrevo y no mas te advierto que cuidadito con ponerme el cuerno de la que te salvaste da gracias a dios que nomas fue una broma.” Y/N sung, changing the last two words (which are originally ‘un sueño ’ which means ‘a dream’). I’m not a jealous woman but if that were to happen, I become a different person. I’ll slash your tires, you’ll be sleeping outside, and I’ll call my mother in law that same night to pick up the piece of shit she gave birth to. I’ll key your car, break your windows, and I’ll call my friends so they’ll help me, I’ll handle it in one good beating. If you cheat on me, just be careful because I would do all of that and even more, I’m just warning you to be careful if you cheat on me. You got lucky, thank god it was only just a prank

“Mon ange, what’s that song about?” Charles asked curiously.

“The song is about a women who dreamt that her husband cheated on her. She would have done some crazy shit if he actually cheated her so he’s fucking lucky it was only a dream.” Y/N said with a smile.

“But you sang ‘broma’ and that’s means ‘joke’…” charles said,

“Or prank.” Y/N said,

“You sang that for me?!?” Charles yelled.

“Yes I did so you know, cuidadito.” Y/N warned.

“I Don’t know whether to be scared of you or attracted to you.” Charles confessed and Y/N laughed.

“Both work, mi Amor. You want lomo saltado or tallarines saltado?” Y/N asked.

“Whats the difference?” Charles asked.

“Lomo has French fries and is served with rice, tallarines is pasta.” Y/N said,

“Pasta please.” Charles said,

“Of course, muñeco.” Y/N said, chopping the steak into little strips while humming the music to CUIDADITO and Charles stared at her because he found himself humming too.

“You know I would never cheat on you, right Y/N?” Charles asked just to make sure.

“Of course I know you’d never cheat on me. But the song is so catchy.” Y/N commented and that made Charles feel so much better. He walked up to Y/N and hugged her from behind as she continued to chop the steak, he kissed her shoulder.

“I love you,” Charles said,

“I love you too.” Y/N said,

The End

Hope y’all liked it! A silly little one shot for giggles 🤭

[mrsbarnesblog]

barbie

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: Bucky takes his best girl to watch a Barbie movie and then spoils her with gifts.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Bucky being the best boyfriend, he's healing your inner child.

Author's note: it was inspired by Barbie movie when it just came out. I think that Bucky is that type of boyfriend who would do everything possible to make you happy<3

You had been excited about the Barbie movie since the day you found out that it was in the making, and you may or may not have annoyed Bucky with it like a million times.

You begged him to go see it on the day of the premiere, and even if at first he really wanted to say “no”, he couldn’t.

Yes, he was your grumpy old supersoldier, but he would do anything to make you smile.

When the tickets started to sell, it was almost impossible to find one because people went crazy about this movie.

When you finally had time to look for the tickets, they were sold out. Obviously. Even if you didn’t say anything, Bucky saw sadness written on your face when you didn’t get the tickets for the opening night, and it hurt him to see you that way.

So, as the best boyfriend in the world, he got them for you. 

Yes, there was definitely one good thing about being a famous Avenger: you could get almost everything.

You and Sam also taught him how to use TikTok a few months ago, and besides a million videos of cats, he started to see Barbie-related content. He wasn’t really interested until he saw a video where a guy bought his girlfriend a doll and a lot of pink and cute things as a surprise.

Would you like it if he bought this for you? Did you even like dolls?

Bucky didn’t think about it too much; he just went to the store. 

He probably stood in front of the shelf with Barbie dolls for way too long because, while he was looking for the one he thought you would like, a shop assistant came to offer him some help. Bucky explained his situation, and the young girl—Stassie, as he found out—was almost jumping with excitement to help him and said that his girlfriend was really lucky.

She showed Bucky two dolls that came out recently: one in the western look and one in a light pink dress. It was hard to pick one because both were really cute.

So he bought both.

Stassie gave Bucky a few tips on what else he could buy for you; that's why, after another hour in the mall, he went home with a big box full of random pink and cute stuff.

You weren’t at home, so he hid the box in a safe place and decided to give it to you after the movie.

The day before the premiere, when you two were already getting ready to sleep, laying under the blanket and ready to cuddle while watching a movie, he silently gave you a white envelope.

“What is this?” You asked, looking at your weirdly smiley boyfriend.

“Open.”

You studied his face for a few seconds, but then sat up and carefully opened it to not rip whatever was inside. 

“Bucky…” You whispered as two tickets with “Barbie” written on them fell into your hand. “You didn’t—how did you get it?” Your eyes were watery as you looked at him.

“That’s a secret. But I wanted to make you happy.” The soft look in his eyes made you want to cry, but instead you just jumped into his arms, leaving kisses all over his face.

“I fucking love you, James.” 

“I love you more, doll.”

It was safe to say that he got his reward for being a thoughtful boyfriend, and you both fell asleep only a few hours later. 

You two walked out of the movie theater holding hands while you were still sobbing a little bit. It was an amazing experience, and you were overwhelmed with feelings. Bucky led you to the side so you wouldn’t bother other people, wrapped his hands around you, and held you close to him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He mumbled into your hair and kissed your temple.

“Yes. I’m so happy that we watched it. And that you came with me.” You wrapped your hands around Bucky’s neck and melted into him.

“I liked it too, actually.” You heard a deep chuckle.

“You know, I told you that you look great in pink, and you didn’t believe me.” 

You obviously decided to stick to a non-official dress code, but it was hard to convince your boyfriend that he needed to wear something pink too. So the only thing that he liked in the store was a pink jean jacket, and you were okay with that.

An old lady that sat in the movie theater behind you with her grandkids said to Bucky that he was a really good young gentleman and that you two were perfect for each other. 

Bucky didn’t really like any interactions with strangers, but you still noticed a light pink color on his cheeks and a sweet smile that he gave to the woman.

“If you think so, I’ll accept it, baby.” He was silent for a few seconds, but then smiled again and cupped your face with his metal hand so you would look at him. “I have something for you at home. Do you want to go there now and then order some food?”

“Something for me?” You frowned at him but still leaned into his touch. “And you should know better than to ask me whether I want to order food or not. I always do.”

You were sitting in your living room on the couch, where Bucky told you to stay and wait for him. He went to your bedroom and came back in a few seconds, holding a big pink box.

“This is for you.” He put the box near you on the couch and sat on the free spot at the other end. 

“For me? Why? I forgot about our anniversary or something?” You tried to laugh. 

You opened the lid, and your mouth opened as you saw what was in there. Your shaking hands gently pulled out two boxes with dolls, and you took a few seconds to look at them properly, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes. Then you got the rest of the stuff: a pajama set, a journal, a candle, masks and bath bombs, and a lot of your favorite candies. Of course, everything was pink. 

“I hope you like it. The girl at the store said–” You didn’t let him finish before you stood from your place and sat onto Bucky’s lap, hugging him as hard as you could, sobbing into his neck.

“Sh-h, baby, that’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around your body, gently swaying you from side to side.

“T-thank you so much, Bucky, really. You didn’t have to do it.” You moved back a little bit, and Bucky’s right hand immediately flew to your face to wipe away tears. You took one of the boxes with a doll on your lap and carefully took her out of the box. “She’s so pretty... I’ve never had a real Barbie before. They are expensive.”

“It is worth every dollar if it makes you happy. I saw this idea on that video app, and I wanted to give you something special.” 

He looked at you with a soft smile while you were unpacking the second doll and then gently touching her hair and clothes. He thought that he gave this present more to the younger you, and it made him feel so happy.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You put the doll down and took Bucky’s face in your hands. “I am so lucky to have such a person in my life. Thank you for everything. Not only for dolls, it’s all amazing. I love you, James.” You closed your eyes when he moved closer and put his forehead on yours. 

“I’m the one who is lucky to have you. I’ll give you anything if it makes you smile this way. I love you.” 

[elliessession]

"I need you right now."

an: IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN BUSY BECAUSE OF SCHOOL UGHHH, ANYWAYS HERE YALL GOO💗 I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS! And ofc as alwayss this one shot is inspired by "Coming Down" by the weeknd!

summary: you were done doing the chores in your apartment and ellie is still not home, shes at work but you decided to text her some things that you know would drive her crazy and immediately regret it.

-> smut! d!ellie, s!reader, pet names: princess, baby, good girl, slight degrading!, cursing! And i guess thats all?

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

After hours of cleaning your apartment you're finally done with everything. 'The bedroom? Clean! The dishes? Yep already cleaned, and im pretty sure i already vacuumed the whole apartment' you thought to yourself. Now theres nothing to do. You're on your school break right now and you've already did all the things you're supposed to do.

You tried to watch a movie which never really entertained you. You've also tried this tiktok trends just to really get out of your boredom, yet nothing really helped. You miss ellie, you miss being in her arms. "Yes! Why did i not think of this earlier!' you screamed getting your phone and plopping on your bed and opening your phone to text ellie.

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me: els? When are you coming homeee, imyy! :(

no reponse.

"awe, she's probably busy" you said in a upset tone, really missing ellie closing your phone, then getting a 'bright idea' that is not so bright. 'why not send risky texts to ellie? She probably wouldn't even read it since shes at work, then ill probably just remove my text when her break is near'you thought to yourself

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me: els, fuckkk i need you right now baby.

no response.

You giggled at the text you sent knowing she wont really read it.But the thought of her actually reading your texts and knowing what can happen. "Err.. lets go send another one!" You said.

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me: els, baby please i really need you right now.

me: els, please. I miss you, can you text me back baby please. Fuck i need you so baddd

me: ;)

typing..

"holy shit!, Shit she saw it, im doomed for fucks sake" you say with a slight panic in your voice.

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els💞: hey baby, missed me that much hm?

me: fuck yes i do.

"shit, just go with it lets just end what i have started" you say to yourself.

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els💞: baby yk you're really turning me on rn.

me: oh? thats a good thing then.

els💞: babe stop.

me: whyy? do you not like it when im bold hm?

els💞: fuck this.

me: hm? Im all alone baby. I need you.

read.

"shit is it her break right now?" You asked yourself looking at the time in your phone "3:58pm" "its not her break yet, her breaks are in 4pm since i know shes in her night shift right now." you asked your self.

what do you not know is ellie actually left early to buy you gifts, she was buying you your favorite food at the time you texted her.

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*ringing*

els💞: pick up your phone.

read.

"shit im in trouble" you say to yourself picking up the phone.

—–—–—–—–

"els?"

"im on my way home."

"d-dont you have work?"

"shit, you'll understand later baby."

"what do you mean?"

"your messages. Shit you've been driving me crazy."

*silence*

"wheres your boldness now? Hm?"

"fuck you els."

"you'll be fucking me later princess dont worry."

"ugh i hate you."

"pretty sure you dont baby"

*hangs up*

you can imagine ellies stupid smirk on her face, knowing you're literally folder right now.

A few minutes later your door opened and guess whos there. Ellie, you tried to play it cool like you didn't just drive your girlfriend crazy. "Heyy baby! I missed you!" You hugged her, ellie well.. was not playing with you. She took off her shoe and placed the things she bought for you and kissed you.

"you dont know how much you.. fuck youre driving me crazy all day."

ellies kiss deepen as her hands moves up and down from your shoulder to your waist, you tried your best not to moan from her touch.

a moment after there you guys were. Your laying at the bed and ellies there, between your legs..

"f-fuck.. els.."

and there she was. Coming down, right now.

infront of you.

"you're such a slut for me baby. I love it."

you closed your legs as she said this

"no need to be shy now princess, be a good girl for me hm? Show me your boldness."

"els please.. just.. fuck me please."

—————

"eat up now baby"

"els i.. im tired okay"

"shh, you were begging me for more earlier." She laughs

"ugh i hate you so much."

"thats not what you were saying earlier when i made you cum, hm?"

"shuuutttt upp"

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an: ANDD TADAAA I HOPE U GUYS LIKED THISS💗 AND AS ALWAYSS SORRY FOR MY BAD GRAMMARR, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGEEE, YOU GUYS CAN ALWAYS CORRECT ME THO!💗

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑒

Summary: Remus loved Defence Against The Dark Arts, even though every year, he would have to listen to his class and their hateful words about werewolves. What they said was right, and he was getting worse, everyone was worried but they didn't know what to do.

Who knew, all it took was a kind spirit reminding him of his homeworks and bringing him chocolate?

Warnings: General hate about werewolves, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of thinking of "unaliving"

Inspiration: this, this

A/N: Tiktok should be banned for me, really. Every time I see a cool pov video, I get inspired and that's why I have a bunch of unfinished works but still start a new one *sighs angrily*

Remus Lupin was your rival.

That was a fact almost everyone one in the whole school knew.

It wasn't an unpleasant one that would make everyone cower in fear, or get uncomfortable around you two. It wasn't the kind of rivalry which would end with pranking the other one or scare the hell out of you by suddenly appearing beside you.

It was a sweet one, where you two would sit together in the library with candy and chocolate covered lips as you both studied and made bets who was going to get the higher grade.

Remus, naturally, was someone friendly and even cute, dare you said. With the mop of brown hair and big eyes that twinkled with mischief- not many knew but he was actually the mastermind of the best pranks they did- you knew, because he often explained those pranks to you in the middle of your study session in which you had to stiffle your giggles because how much chaotic the school would become sooner and unknown to you, he would try to hide his blush at your cute reactions too.

The first time you noticed him, was when you both answered one of the questions of Slughorn at the same time. You looked at him with squeezed eyes and a slight hmph, a playful smile over your face as you made a mental note to talk to the boy who was way too shy to look you in the eye after class.

But the first time he noticed you was the very first day of coming to the Great Hall and staring at you laughing to your heart's content at one of Sirius' corny jokes. The sight made him blush slightly, something that would become more intense through the years, but also remind him that he would never be the reason of that laugh.

After all, seeing his crush laughing with his bestfriend who every girl had a crush on and would giggle and blush at wasn't an ideal sight for an insecure boy like him to watch through the years. He never blamed Sirius, though he often wondered how he was able to get all the girls of the school around him even with that flirty, Casanova persona of his.

And, as the self-destructive boy he was, he often pushed aside his friends' teasings about how you always eyed him and stared longingly, so sickly in love at the scarred boy.

"No way that she is looking at me, Pads. She is looking at you." He pointed to where you were sitting as usual, reading, without even looking up, making James whistle teasingly at him.

"And how do you know that, Moony? You didn't even look up~" James smiled as Remus sighed out tiredly and lifted his head to answer the boy...

But instead was met the shining eyes of yours catching his own across the Hall.

"Aaand just like that, we have lost our Moony for good, mates." Sirius teased him as he leaned back like a proud mother but soon found himself falling, pulling James with himself when he wanted to grab him for balance, and made both of them fall on their butts.

"Dude, not cool! What if I broke my glasses and my precious lilyflower saw me and..."

But Remus didn't even listen to them, their words becoming blurry as he stared at you with his own shining eyes.

He was impressed, and a little bit bashful, at how intensely you were looking at him and how... in love you looked. His heart started to beat faster and harder, his sweater suddenly became too much for him and he had to fan himself quietly. He wasn't even doing anything remotely different like Sirius who often winked at the girls and blew kisses at them with a charming smile!

He was the same boy who chose to read his book as his friends goofed around, the same shy boy who couldn't look a girl in the eye- especially his longtime crush who was also a "rival" at this point-, the same boy who studied and then gave a last-minute lecture to his friends so that they could pass...

But also the same boy who thought himself to be a monster who deserved nothing good in life.

You frowned when his eyes downcasted and he didn't even nod his head at you. No smile, no acknowledging.

Nothing.

You nervously shuffled on your seat as he continued to read his book, though his eyes stayed fixed on one page and you were sure he wasn't reading but instead was pretending. Though you were saddened by his actions, you were also proud of yourself for being able to hold eye contact longer than the last time and got a reaction out of him without bursting into a fierce blush yourself, you were worried about Remus.

You knew how smart Remus was, you saw it firsthand at Slughorn's test or the Charms lessons when you both answered the question at the same time. Or that when time in Minnie's class when you both were the first ones to achieve performing Evanesco and then later Vera Verto in the same lesson, and earned praises from the stern yet soft you two's favourite teacher.

A rare occurance by itself.

But he wasn't just as academical smart. He was also emotionally smart too. You weren't sure if it was about him being silent and often watching around himself, but for some reasons, he always knew what mood people were in.

He always knew when you were feeling overwhelmed, for example. He would come with your favourite sweets and some water to keep you hydrated since you often forgot, and though he used to scowl at those times, you knew he cared for you.

His worry and wide, caring eyes gave it away even if he tried to hide.

He is really so pretty, so handsome, so caring is what passed your mind as you sighed out lovingly. You knew he was insecure of the scars decorating his face and body, you knew he often stayed away from you or didn't touch you in fear of disgusting you with his touch. How absurd, you thought while eating your dish. He doesn't even know how smart he is, how lovely his smile was and how elegant he looked under one of the trees near the lake, hand holding his book gracefully-

Oh, you were so in love with him it hurt.

But then again, you two were nothing but friends, friendly rivals. Besides, talking to the Marauders took a huge toll on you by how... intense they could get, especially if pranks are included, so you kept your distance most of the times but instead spend time with the calmer one in the quiet confines of the library.

But lately... He had been sadder than normal, more quiet and kept to himself, he fiddled with his hands more than usual, picked on his nail more than he did and made them bleed painfully. You always carried cottons and bandaids for him solely for that reason and had they not run out of stock, you wouldn't even realize it.

And it worried you, not being enough to comfort him.

Because you were obviously at that state where you were more than friends but below lovers. You couldn't exactly go up to him and demand answers but also couldn't leave him to suffer. Maybe it was the secret he kept from everyone, or something concerning his family... Why were you so concerned anyways? He wasn't anything to you, though the soft exchanges between you, the shy touches of hands under the table and stares you gave to each other, the way he hugged you close to himself whenever you fell asleep accidently on the table said other wise...

A few more days, you thought bitterly as you collected your things and left the Hall in hurry to go to your next lesson.

A few more days, and if things don't go for the better, I will talk to him...

As his group of friends watched you walk away silently, they angrily turned to Remus and put a pause to their bickering- which said enough about the importance of the situation at hand- as they exclaimed how he could do that to his future spouse and their sibling-in-law.

Which they deserved to be hit with a bludger, and then hang upside down on on the ole of course, right straight in their skull for.

This was for the better, he thought painfully as he slowly put his books back in his bag with a frown. With slow steps, he would make you dislike him enough to stay away and save yourself from the misery that was him.

Remus never let anyone know about it, even though his friends already did from how fond he grew of you, but to him...You were a miracle.

A miracle that lightened his dark and empty life.

All his life, especially after his condition, he had come to make a peace with the fact that he wasn't and would never be normal in people's eyes. He knew how people viewed werewolfs, how they despised and even feared them and he didn't blame them.

He also feared himself and what he was capable of doing.

He had seen what he could to in his wolf form, to both himself and those who deemed as family. When he turned, he wasn't the same kind boy everyone thought him to be. He wasn't the same boy you had come to have feelings for, both of you laying your heads on the hard surface of the table in the library and dozing of together, though he secretly watched you with an easy mind and peaceful smile.

He was a monster that could end your life in less than a second.

Therefore, he pushed and pushed everyone away to protect both himself and others whenever the Full Moon came and he was turned to a bloodthirsty, carnal monster. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the only people who he cared about, the only people who knew his biggest secret but still chose to love him and stay next to him.

The Marauders and above all you, were the most important thing in his life. They were already deep in this mess anyways, but he wouldn't taint your happiness and innocence with a disgusting person such as himself. For the longest time, he pushed his friends' teasing remark about how he was smitten by you- even though they never said your name bir he still knew it- and how you also felt the same for the boy beyond that academic rivalry.

Making friendships was already hard enough for him, he needed months to just to open up to them about normal, mundane things! You and him didn't talk that much outside of those "Study Dates" as Sirius and James called it with wiggling brows, even if he wanted to talk to you about anything and everything like any other person.

Like, your favourite hobby, or movie, perhaps music band? Or what kind of books you wanted to read, places you wanted to visit or simply, what you wanted to be when you were out of Hogwarts.

But he... destroyed all of those chances when he burst out at you right before the full moon. He already felt awful, like a total and royal douchebag, and it was no excuse for him to act that way when you both were finally able to land on a playful and friendly "friendship" but the teasing of his friends had become too much alongside the stimulation he felt.

He knew he could never be a decent boyfriend you deserved, this accident proved enough, someone present and whose emotions didn't change depending on the moon. You definetly didn't deserve someone who kept secrets, someone who was scarred badly either.

You deserved someone who would be your rock when you needed, someone who would hold you without any fears of ever hurting you. You were so adorable, so pretty and he could never taint it.

So, if he needed to be turned into a douchebag for you to hate him... He would do it, even if hurted him more whenever he would see your frown after his mean word and draw back to your shell.

The loud, cheerful, bubbly and teasing person was gone and instead... A shy and silent one came, in fear of irritating Remus more than usual even if you were worried for him.

But, that was also the end of your "friendly rivalry" since you two no longer talked... Which concerned even the teachers.

"Moony, I'm sure they would understand... Just, why don't you give a chance to-"

"I said no, Prongs, and that is final. I'm not gonna talk to them."

"Even if it makes you and them miserable when they don't even know what they did wrong?"

Remus groaned at his friends from where he laid on his bed, face buried in his pillow in a pitiful attempt to hide away from the truth reflecting in their eyes. To be honest, his day was already shitty and his misery of treating you harshly 2 days ago added salt to his wound. His body was aching painfully, and his own mind and body was restless. The usual quietness of the common room and even their dorm was nothing but suffocating, like water slowly rising in level and coming closer to kill him mercilessly, in fake comfort. He planned to retire to his bed to sleep, the assignment he was supposed to be working laid all by itself on the table in the common room.

One that he was supposed to write with you.

Instead, he buried his face deeper into his pillow, tears of frustration escaping his thightly closed lids as he tried to find some sleep. The reason of his yet another meltdown was... Everything piled on his poor heart and mental state.

The harsh words spoken about him, inderectly or not, in the class... How he felt the immense guilt crush him slowly whenever he looked at your face, still smiling at him kindly with a hint of sadness... How his friends' pitying eyes turned to him before Sirius and James almost threw the desk at the people who uttered all those... insults.

"Monsters, that's what they are!"

"They all should be kept away!"

"They would kill you the moment they see you!"

"To be honest, they only deserve death."

He didn't do anything except making a cacoon of some sorts with his arms, burying himself there with tears stinging his eyes and without listening to the rest of the lesson as the teacher scolded both sides for it and continued as if everything was fine.

It wasn't.

Because as Sirius comforted him, or at least tried to, Remus' mind was in a frenzy. Maybe what they said was true? Why did he even think that somehow he could have a happy life? What did he do to deserve it anyways? All he ever did was hurting people...Maybe he should come closer to the cliff next time and...

Your eyes, even from the first rows, didn't leave Sirius and Remus, as you and Lily tried to make what they were doing and feeling. Sirius supported a frown on his face, lifting it only to shook at you with sad eyes as he let Remus be with a single pat to his shoulders but still sat close to him.

The sight of him all miserable, at the verge of tears made your heart clench painfully as your hands bundled your uniform anxiously. You were blaming yourself for not speaking up before, not confronting him because of your crush on the boy and the "rivalry" between you two.

Even if his outburst at you a few days earlier, not showing up to any of the sessions or book readings said enough to you: He didn't care about whatever was happenig between you two, or in other words, could have happened.

Besides, the reason of your absence had a logical explanation in your mind to you, and it was utterly understandable when you didn't want to irritate someone and therefore stayed away.

You thought you were alwasy disturbing Remus, by how he would glare at you silently with a frown (not knowing it was one of the many times he was considering to just blurt everything out and let you hate him freely in his mind) even if your intentions were good. You were only worried for him, especially after DADA lessons, much like this one, or whenever he didn't show up for classes after full moons. James and Sirius often tried to play it off by teling you to not to worry and that he was just having... A bad day, a headcahe that just wouldn't leave poor Moony alone, or how he was having the flu that made his body ache slightly.

They assured you that he would be fine and come back to your "library dates", looking at you cheekily as you blushed and grumbled at them before slipping away, head and heart full of worry for the kind and soft boy.

Because, even if you two were "academic rivals of some sort"... You knew what was going on with him.

Yes, maybe they thought of you to be an idiot or not, but it was plainly obvious what Remus was, by how he disappeared the night before the Full moon, during the Full Moon, and the next day of it. At first, you weren't sure about your suspicions, after all it could be something else.

But when it became regular, and he would come back with more scars visible on his arms and face, and when you saw Madame Pomfrey comforting a crying Remus wrapped in bandages, was how you knew it.

And it did nothing to change how you saw him.

To you, he was the same boy who always offered you a piece of his chocolate under his friends' shocked eyes, he was the one who would land you one of his jackets when it was colder than normal, he was the one who knew where to find you whenever you cried, he was the one you always found in your usual spot just to irritate you and watch fondly as you lost it, he was the one who hugged you when shit went down and you needed someone to believe in you...

But above all, he was the boy you loved.

Even if he hated you, or didn't want you near him... You had to help him, confront him if needed. This could go in two ways: You leaving with tears as he kicked you out, or achieving your goal successfully.

And you made sure that the second one would be the case as you brought your notes from today and the books he had forgotten in the class, knowing that if he was in a good shape enough to talk to you, he would let you in with all these.

As you walked towards the boys' dormitory with an anxious biting of your lips, you were sure that you would make it all clear.

How you didn't see him as a monster, how he deserved good things in the world and even more, how there would be people loving him unconditionally even if he pushed them away...

Maybe not immediately, but through time.

James already made sure that none of the Marauders would enter or disturb you both, silently cheering for his ship that was about to sail as Sirius watched from next to him while biting on his fist with proud tears in his eyes. You could still hear their choked cries as Peter mumbled a surprised what the fuck, giggling to yourself as you slowly knocked on the door and let yourself in.

You already guessed Remus would be out for good, sleeping as he recovered from the night of Full Moon, so you quickly took a look around and sighed to yourself at the messy state of the dorm.

Boys, you sighed affectionately yet still tired. Putting everything together and tidying up didn't take much time and soon you were seated on Remus' bed with a thundering heart, silently cooing at how cute he looked with his mouth slightly open, face smushed to the pillow he held it thightly to himself.

"You're really pretty..." you murmured softly in admiration and love softly, heart flipping inside your chest as you swiped his slicked with sweat hair back, feeling the slight burn of his forehead under your finger tips. All this time, you always stared at him from afar and everything was fine, you could control your body's reaction from that distance but now that you were so close to him, eyes raking through his half-naked upper chest and back, you didn't know what to do with your shaky hands and heart full of love for the boy laying before you.

Watching him sleep, laying prettily was probably a good idea but you were sure the boys would be able to hold back anyone entering only for so long.

And even if no one entered, Peeves would, since the ghost loved drama and "peeving" into students' lives.

"Rem, wake up." you shook the boy slightly to not alert him suddenly, giggling when he mumbled a groggy five more minutes Sirius when his eyes snapped open at your next words and he stood up on his hands shakily, still not quite out of the clutches of sweet sleep.

"Wow, Sirius wakes you up with swiping your hair back and so softly?"

After the initial shock wore off at seeing you right in the middle of his dorm, smiling down at him with a soft smile as he stared at you... He didn't know how to feel and just blurted out whatever was in his mind as he leaned back on the bed frame.

"Why are you here?" he internally cringed at how hoarse and rude the question left him, hoping that you weren't angry but you only shrugged your shoulders noncholantly and smiled at his obvious confusion.

"I saw you in the infirmary and offered the boys to help them with their assignments for 2 weeks to leave us alone."

"That one was one big deal you got yourself, love." he couldn't help the sweet name leaving his lips, so naturally that he didn't realize it at first but soon flushed as soon as possible, looking at anywhere but you with his ears tinted red on the tips.

"Well, it was worth it. Besides, I needed to talk to you. And you forgot your books and I brought you the notes of today's lessons." you tried to hide the blush covering your cheeks at how the word warmed your insides sweetly and lifted your eyes to gaze at his confused ones. This was the only time he wasn't irritated and you had to make the most of it. (Remus would never be that asshole to you again, not when you came here even if you didn't have to and he had become calmer at your presence.)

"Then... What's the problem? If it's about the infirmary, you don't have to-" he immediately started to ramble excuses as to why you should never be worried about him, as if it was something forbidden which made you sigh tiredly and take his hand between yours, thoughtfully rubbing circles on his much larger ones and shutting him up immediately at your warmth coursing through him as his eyes widened.

"Why don't you accept that someone could care for you because they want to, Rem?"

Well, why would you when he was a bloodthirsty monster?

"I'm not that good of a guy as you think of me." Remus spitted angrily, venom towards himself visible to you as your heart once again broke for the boy, and felt anger at the injustice and harshness he was met all his life. You had a good guess that his sour mood was a product of those comments from before, as normal as it was, but still... Remus was never this affected, this sad and... gloomy.

It was something else, but for now... You wouldn't comment on it.

You hummed thoughtfully to yourself. Of course, it was normal for people to have different sides that they didn't show to everyone but yet again... Remus was like an open book to you, whether he tried to hide the biggest secret of his life or not.

"Why? Because you are a werewolf?"

Your question made the boy freeze in shock and fear, mind suddenly running with questions and trying to find a way to dodge your "assumption".

But as soon as he saw your understanding and kind eyes, he crumbled and a single tear rolled down his eyes.

"Who... Who told you that?"

" No one, I figured it out a few months ago when you started to act weird with me but waited until you came to me with your will... I wish I came myself though, maybe you wouldn't be miserable right now." you wiped the tear softly and craddled his face as if he was a delicate doll, the harsh skin of the scars running his face. To think that he thought he was ugly and disgusting...

If only he saw himself through your eyes...

"I see you for who you are. Doesn't matter if you turn into a wolf every month for a day, I want to be there for you to take care of you..."

"Besides, the boys don't know shit about taking care of a sick person." that made the tension disappear in a second as you both stared at each other for a few seconds and soon burst out laughing. Maybe you wouldn't be able to confess your feelings today, and Remus wouldn't actually talk to you about the probelm he has, but as you two hugged thightly just like you used to...

Everything felt right.

And, without you knowing, you saved Remus from committing or doing something he would regret later, from ending it all in one transformation day... It was you reminding him of his homeworks every day from that day on, always being there for him through thick and thin with your soft touches and kisses, coming to his dorm with a bunch of books and his favourite chocolate...

And accepting him for who he was.

"By the way, I know you knowingly did the last question wrong on the last week's test."

A deep chuckle as he hugged you thighter.

Yes, maybe he deserved happiness.

[peachjagiya]

How Layover taught me self confidence

Or Why Biasing Kim Taehyung is good for your mental wellbeing

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So I'm not even a year into being into BTS. I'm toddler army, I think since April? This video of the Sirius performance of Butter came up on my tiktok randomly and I Just Wanted To Know Their Names and now I'm here.

I didn't immediately bias Tae. I actually attached immediately to Jimin. I also thought Suga was grumpy and there was something going on between Jimin and JK cos I watched the official content and fell for the narrative 😇 (I wouldn't say I'm a former jikooker though. It lasted like a week then I got weird vibes from it 🤷)

I'm really into jazz and swing so Tae wrecked my bias with Le Jazz De V.

Then it really got serious with Layover. Specifically these pictures:

See this outfit rewired my brain.

Here's the thing: I'm a big girl and I've been uncomfortable in my skin and clothes for a long time. I'm also gay and that comes with a lot of style related baggage too. Don't dress too masculine, everyone will think you're a man-hating lesbian. You're wearing a dress, you don't SEEM gay.

It made me hate my style. Trying to dress to hide my figure but not look too baggy. Trying to be feminine but not too feminine, trying not to wear anything too masc, trying to be stylish, trying a lot of things that never worked for me. I have no gender dysphoria but I never felt happy in my clothes.

Then I saw a literal idol wearing baggy jeans and tee and looking so stylish with it and a switch flipped. Maybe a slender South Korean man isn't where I'd imagine finding inspiration as a British bisexualish plus size lesbian but I suddenly felt like a style was accessible to me. The jewellery, the effortless slouch... I tried it out and it sounds dramatic but it was like a fashion euphoria. I liked how I looked for maybe the first time ever. My tummy hidden but I still looked good and like I'd made an effort.

His queer coding is so important to me too. It doesn't matter to me what he turns out to be. His promotion of queer artists, films and music, genderless expression and demonstrated support for queer community, will always be important in helping me feel seen and valued regardless of whether his participation is as a queer man or as an ally.

And he has made me more accepting of my own neurodivergence. I'm a mum to a six year old. I do the school run and cook and pay my mortgage with my boring communications job and I'm really into BTS. It's a bit of an eyebrow raise for a lot of people. I'm not into diagnosing strangers but Tae's relentless ability to be himself, no matter how weird the rest of the world thinks he is, and being a hugely popular idol when the world tells you you can't be a bit of a free-thinker and successful at the same time... That's important!

So yeah. The other guys have qualities that comfort me too but Taehyung has had a profound impact on things that needed fixing in my brain.

And that's why he's my best guy THE END ask me anything I'll talk about Taehyung for hours.

(I'm sorry I ever thought you were just a grump, Yoongi.)

Are these dungarees/overalls backwards btw?

[riansdiary]

https://www.tumblr.com/creature-wizard/752280454158270464/whats-your-thoughts-on-the-law-of-assumption?source=share

I'm sorry but this post you sent anon, doesn't make sense to me and it feels very judgemental and decreasing us all different humans to having one purpose.

Tell me, how many people are aspiring to become an actor, singer etc? Okay we know there are many but is that wrong? NO. That is not everybody, different loa bloggers can have different goals. I've seen someone who manifested as being good at studying. Someone who likes art, someone who wants to shift to their dr, someone who has totally different aspirations in life.

It's saying we're like attention-motivated or attention seekers when a lot of us are private and careful about posting our results. That's a contradicting statement. Hell, if I liked getting attention, I would've posted my actual selfie. I'm blurring it because I still am manifesting some issues away like a little bit of insecurity left in me. I'm stopping myself from picking myself apart and I was really just anxious about it. That's why I'm not completely comfortable in posting the actual unblurred selfie because I still pick flaws apart which is my old bad habit and sometimes still think I'm not pretty enough. One of the things I'm manifesting more of is becoming more confident.

Tell me, is it wrong if someone wants to be famous? Is it wrong if someone wants to be an It Girl? Is it oh so wrong to want what a lot of people want? Not all of us want to be fucking famous. There are people here who have manifested different careers.

It is not one of the main things I've seen that people are trying to manifest. Most of us want a better life for ourselves and live our dream lives. Better grades in school. Money for a comfortable worry-free life because we have suffered before. Those are the ones that I see the most. Also go to Subliminal Amino, there's a lot of good before and after pics.

Let me ask this again. Is wanting yourself to be safe and private on the internet an issue of wanting fame? If we were wanting fame, wouldn't we go and plaster our faces everywhere like TikTokers. Why is wanting and valuing your privacy like your face being on the internet and being seen by the whole world not a good thing? Again, you are you, I am me. We are different. What's comfortable for you could not be comfortable for me.

Let me ask once again. Is it wrong to wanna be with someone you like who is a celebrity? How many of us have celebrity crushes, think of that. Exactly. I didn't wanna manifest my boyfriend because I want his fame. I had a crush on him and I liked him and his personality even more, that's all. I felt safe, comfortable and at home even just watching him before.

I'm kind of just done with people saying that wanting fame is bad when there are a lot of us who look up to celebrities and singers and you wanted to be like them since you were young. Granted, not everybody wants it but you don't have to invalidate what other people want. It's not yours and you don't relate but that's fine!

Personally, my passion is singing, dancing and rapping since I saw SHINee, F(x), BTS and Blackpink. I've been inspired by them since I was little especially for SHINee and F(x). It's the first music videos I've watched that made me want to do that. Naturally, one of the things I'm manifesting is to be a member of a K-Pop girl group but is it really that wrong to do what I'm passionate about and what I love to do and what my heart wants? Mainly, it's because it's my passion. I'm a theater kid, hello?

That's not my only interest. I also wanna have a business whether it's about fashion, skincare and also makeup. I like those things, does that include fame there? No. I just really want a business where I could express myself and make products that I've been imagining in my brain.

All I'm saying is that again, please stop judging us all loa bloggers here. We all have different wants and desires so please do not speak ill of it or judge us for wanting that when so many people in the world want it for different reasons. Do not say things like that when you don't know us personally. Why not get to know us more so you can learn that fame is not all we want in life.

Everyone has different main things they wanna manifest but trust me the most I see is not celebrity SP or fame, it's usually more so about dream life, having a better life, becoming financially free so we don't have to worry about money and also shifting ones. There's also school stuff.

I did not start this blog so I can famous bla bla bla. I came here because I finally knew the best way for me to manifest. I was so lost and so negative before so I couldn't manifest things as easily. I had mental health problems as well. There was one point in my life when I was in a manifesting rut where I couldn't get anything I'm manifesting and I was frustrated as hell. Now I know the right and best way for me to manifest thanks to @babygothprincess and Rita Kaminski on YouTube. Babygothprincess was like an older sister and manifesting mentor to me. She answered my questions and I started applying her tips. Her way of manifesting really resonated with me. It's something fun and easy for me and not something I think of as a chore. She has shown her vampire pale skin results so go to her blog and check that out!

I started this blog first and foremost not to be famous but to help someone who might have the same manifesting style as me. To give guidance to people who are like how I was before. I posted these blogs mainly to help and teach with my style of manifesting and manifesting in general. I was thinking that there could be someone like me somewhere out there. I wanted to post helpful manifesting guides and advice that worked for me. Also about my knowledge about the law of assumption. I learned about it since I found out about subliminals.

That was my main goal in starting this and for the other things that I do here that are fun for me and where I can express myself like my Bridgerton reactions and other things I've posted. I didn't just start this to be famous. I looked up to some loa bloggers and I wanted to be as knowledgeable as them. As soon as I learned more and applied, I started sharing my epiphanies when I was thinking deeply about the law in my free time. I also posted what I have learned and my knowledge about the law of assumption and subliminals.

That's my truth and I've said my piece. I'm hoping this helps you disprove what's written on that ask and make you realize that we loa bloggers are humans, normal people who want to share their knowledge and express themselves. Normal people who have their own wants and desires that shouldn't be minimized or assumed to be just one purpose which is getting fame. There's seriously nothing wrong with that.

I was insecure years ago and really used to hate my face and pick it apart everyday. I looked up to It Girls like Olivia Rodrigo, Jennie, Wonyoung and Song Jia not for their fame but for their beauty and confidence. I also admired their self concept and how they think because I wanted to be more like that about myself. Again, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be an It Girl. Why is this an issue? Of course, I wanted to be like them who are loved and adored but is there something wrong with that? No, absolutely not. My main reason for wanting to be an It Girl is because I look up to those girls and they are my role models when it comes to beauty, confidence and self concept.

If you want before and after pictures and you need that, I'll try posting one. Also, go and join subliminal amino for more because that's where I see a lot of people share before and after results.

[nestaenthusiast]

My Btvs opinions part 1

Okay so I finally finished Buffy the Vampire Slayer and just wanted to share my opinions on all of the main characters throughout the season. Forewarning though, some of this might be controversial!!

Buffy

Ah Buffy. The most main character to have ever lived. She truly slays. Like I just love everything about her. She’s fucking iconic. Shes confident. She is a total badass. She has her insecurities. She can’t drive. She is totally bisexual. She has amazing one liners and amazing outfits to go with them. The list goes on and on forever. Buffy has taught me a lot about believing in myself. Believing in my power. I’ve made a post on this before but a common theme in this show is Buffy feeling like she can’t do something and then stops herself and goes “wait a minute? I’m Buffy. Of course I can do this” and then she does it. It was truly inspiring to watch. Since watching the show I’ve had moments where I’ve doubted myself and then I literally thought of Buffy and got a boost of confidence. Buffy is so inspiring. She is one of those characters that I think will live in me for a long time. She is very close to my heart and honestly gives me strength. Ironically she wasn’t the reason I started watching this show but she’s the reason I stayed.

Faith

I am not joking when I say Faith was the reason I started watching this show in the first place. I saw an edit of her on TikTok and she was so fucking hot I instantly fell in love with her. So I decided I HAD to watch the show. So maybe my expectations were too big because I hate Faith now. Don’t get me wrong Faith is a greatly written character!! She was only in 26 episodes and is one of the most impactful characters on the show. But I still hate her. If it was any other show where Buffy wasn’t the main character, I might love her and be in the pro Faith hashtag. But because of the way Faith treated Buffy, I just can’t with her. Especially after s7. Like she just fucking irritates me. She is always wallowing in her self pity and jealousy of Buffy. She pushed all of her insecurities onto Buffy and made her seem like some prudish stuck up bitch when that was just far from the truth. She didn’t even have a clear image in her head of who Buffy actually was cause of how much she projected onto her. And she was sort of a pick me girl. And no arguments or deep analysis from her supporters will change my opinions on her because my feelings are based on my utter love and devotion to Buffy. When Faith and Buffy were friends I loved her!! I loved their friendship and I would have probably shipped them romantically. But when Faith started treating Buffy badly is when my feelings for her changed.

Willow

Willow is probably my all time favorite Tv witch. So much so that she made me want to start practicing witchcraft again. She has so many amazing quotes like “Occasionally I’m callous and strange” and is such a sweetie pie. And I have a ginormous crush on her. But Willow season 6-7 I do not like. She became very egotistical and I also blame her the most for bringing Buffy back. It is honestly very hard to separate my feelings for Willow from s1-5 and s6-7 cause that’s how much she annoyed me. But before I watched s6-7 I truly loved Willow. And Alyson Hannigan is a truly terrific actress. Dare I say one of the best in the entire show.

Xander

Okay here is where things might get controversial. I actually like Xander. There are definitely episodes where I hate him but for the most part I really like his character. He has a lot of flaws like being a “nice guy” and his occasional sexism. But most of that I feel it is just a sign of the times. That was how they wrote guys in the 90s and early 2000s. The reason I like him despite these things is that I like his heart. Like what he brings to the group is stability in the form of food or repairing Buffy’s house or driving them around or babysitting Dawn. I just love how they didn’t give him superpowers or a lot of intelligence but was still needed in the group. Or maybe not even needed just wanted. He gave what he could cause he loves Buffy and Willow. And he is so fucking hilarious. Like maybe we just have the same sense of humor but I legit find him funny. And he is one of the few characters who I liked more in later seasons that in years beginning.

Giles

I love love love loved Giles. He was such a dad to Buffy and supported her through so much. In s3 he was one of the few to understand the pain she felt with Angel dying and running away. I love how he made mistakes with Buffy but always tried to do his best. He was always there for Buffy whenever she needed him and was there for Willow at her worst and helped her rehabilitation. And most importantly—I love his sweater vests. As with almost every character in this show, I started to not like him in s6. I know they had to write him off cause he needed to be with his family in real life but it still makes me angry that he left Buffy at her absolute worst. It was just so out of character for him and it made no sense. That’s really the only thing I don’t like about his character. Also teen Giles and demon Giles will never fail to make me laugh hysterically.

[ozimagines]

Hello, this was very much inspired by your Holly and Fiona drabble: would you consider doing a "dating would include" between Fiona and Beecher? I think that Fiona would make for a fun step-mom for Holly! Maybe Beecher and Fiona end up as cell mates after Chris dies or its an AU where Chris is less murderous and more accepting of Beecher's choices? Thank you and I hope that you are feeling better!

And the Fiona love continues absofuckinglutely I’ll write this piece!!!Honestly the chances are better that Beecher would marry Fiona in real life than it is for Keller to be less murderous 😂 So he’s dead in this. But yeah this ask made me so happy. Plus I wrote Fiona St. James (the actor that plays Fiona) on TikTok and told him your idea and he said it sounded awesome! So it’s actually had the rare honor of being actor approved! Thank you so very much for this ask!❤️❤️

Tobias Beecher dating Fiona Zonioni would include… part 1/?

He made parole. Felt like a damn dream again. Only Keller wasn’t there to wake him up. He was found innocent of killing Keller, but he didn’t feel innocent. He knew their love was till death do us part, but it never felt so real until it was.

He was signing for his belongings. A watch. A picture of his family, now half gone, his wallet.

“Didn’t feel real until now, huh?”

Beecher’s eyes flitted to Fiona. She was also signing for her belongings. Lipstick and a compact. A string of pearls and a hand fan. It had her initials on it Fiona J. Zonioni.

“Yeah. Just been wanting it for so many years and now it feels different.

“Because he’s not here?”

Beecher agreed, looking away to stop from shedding a tear.

“Your journey to who you are is an inspirational one, Beecher. Prag to stag. Geek to chic. It’s a classic.” She signed and started loading her belongings into a frilly pink purse. “I’ve enjoyed watching you succeed.”

“Thanks, Fiona.” He grabbed his items and put them in his suit pockets.

They walked each other to the door.

“What’re your plans?”

Fiona sighed and shrugged.

“Try to get back in the drag game. If I’m not too old, anyway. Father’s gone now and mother won’t speak to me. Hurts.”

“Sorry to hear about your father’s passing.”

“Don’t be, I stabbed the bastard.”

Beecher furrowed a brow and Fiona explained. Her dad always beat on her mom. Never laid a hand on her or her sister, but made her mom pay for it.

“One night, it was worse than usual. I told him to stop and he didn’t. So I did what I had to for her. And now…” she looked away. “I’m not sorry. I’m sorry it had to be that way but I’m not sorry I did it.”

“Can’t relate. I’ll hate myself for Cathy Rockwell forever.”

“And Schillinger?”

“I didn’t mean-“

“And Metzger?” She asked slyly.

“Didn’t know you knew about that.”

“The gays were a gang for a reason, Beecher, only we didn’t deal in drugs, we dealt in secrets. We kept yours for years.”

Beecher thanked her, though he wasn’t sure why. She smiled and patted his shoulder.

“You’re gonna be alright, Beecher.”

They stood at the gates together and Fiona chucked.

“Adam and Eve. The first man and woman in Eden.” She said, and left it at that. Their respective rides were waiting for them.

Beecher went to shake Fiona’s hand but she tutted and brought him into a tight hug.

“Remember who you are, Beecher. Always.”

“You, um… you can call me Tobias.”

“Are you a Theo or a Toby?”

“I’m a Toby.”

“How sweet. I’m a Fifi when I’m in a good mood.” She started to leave when Beecher stopped her and scribbled something on one of his sign out papers.

“It’s my number and address. Come over sometime, I’ll have you for dinner.”

“I’d like that Bee- I mean, Toby.” Fiona blushed which is something people rarely saw her do and said her goodbyes, rushing to the car with another girl looking just like her. Beecher assumed it was her sister.

Beecher got home that day; no one told Holly he was paroled. His mom just held a dinner for her and he walked in. Everyone cried. It was an emotional day.

That night, as he settled into his own bed, alone, his phone buzzed.

Night, Toby 🫶👑

He smiled.

Goodnight, Fiona. :)

He had her over for dinner a couple weekends later. He told Holly a friend was coming over. A friend she didn’t know.

“This person is someone I knew… in Oz.”

Holly couldn’t care less, her dad was home, that’s what she wanted.

“Is it going to be that guy you dated?”

“How do you know-“

“Gramma and Grandpa were talking. Said he might be the reason I was kidnapped. I know he wasn’t. You wouldn’t let that happen.”

Beecher was in constant awe of his daughter’s perception.

“No, it’s… she’s…”

“She?”

Beecher sat Holly down to explain some things to her. He said some princes want princesses, but some want other princes.

“I know what gay means, Dad.”

“Oh well… some princes like to dress like princesses. But they still like to be called prince. Some like to dress like a princess and like to be called-“

“She’s trans. You could just say that.”

Wow. Gen Z was really something else.

Holly helped him make dinner. She insisted on making pasta. Beecher asked several times why.

“Women like pasta. It’s romantic.” She shrugged and Beecher laughed and said okay.

There was a knock on the door. Beecher nervously went to answer. Fiona was the only person out of Oz that he invited over. He hoped it wasn’t a mistake. He opened the door to see Fiona.

She was wearing a sparkly red gown, hair done up curly, eyes a smoky purple color. Beecher was blown away by how good she looked when left to her own devices.

“I overdressed, didn’t I?”

Beecher smiled large and shook his head.

“You look FANTASTIC Fiona.” He helped her in and took her black coat.

“Aren’t you the gentleman?” She teased, but accepted the gesture proudly. She flashed something in a Tupperware container.

“I made cannoli. I hope you like it because I spent like fifteen hours on them and trashed my kitchen.”

Beecher smile and assured her that they would love them. Holly peeked out from the kitchen. Her eyes went wide and Beecher was afraid she was going to say something insensitive.

“Whoa! You look just like Jessica Rabbit!” She cheered excitedly and Fiona popped out her fan and dramatically hid her face.

“Child, you spoil me. She’s just who I was going for!” She grandly extended one of her gloved hands to the kid. Holly took it and kissed the top like she’d seen people in old movies do. Fiona was delighted and make a squeaking sound.

She pretended to be receiving her fans and extended her hand a few more times until she came to Beecher, who took the hand and mimicked Holly, kissing the top but letting his lips linger for a second.

“Chanel #5?”

Fiona put a hand over her mouth.

“And you know your perfumes?” She leaned down to Holly, as if explaining a secret. “He’s not going to be single for long. You have to be his bouncer. Make sure they’re good enough for him.”

Holly fake saluted and both Fiona and Toby laughed. He guided her to the dining room, which was made up quaintly.

Toby pulled out a chair for her and she sat down gracefully, which Beecher wasn’t sure was possible being how she was poured into that dress.

Holly pulled out her dad’s chair, and he sat down with a smile.

She left to go get their food.

“The royal treatment. I’m impressed, Beecher, most kids I meet are selfish assholes. Miss Holly’s already more of a gentleman than some of my lovers.”

Beecher accepted the compliment in the spirit in which it was given. Holly served their pasta, and Fiona clapped excitedly.

“Oh, good. I love pasta!”

Holly gave her dad and ‘I told you so’ look and sat down.

They chatted, sharing things about each other they never knew out of Oz.

“Dad can do a Rubik’s cube in like a minute!”

“Really? That’s quite impressive. Can he do this?” She turned her head and touched her nose with her tongue and turned around. Holly laughed and Beecher just stared. He realized in seven years, he never really knew how funny and charming Fiona could be.

“Tell me about yourself,” he said suddenly, and realized, how it sounded. “If you want to, I mean.”

Fiona thought for a second.

“I ever tell you I’m Chucky Pancamo’s cousin?”

Beecher choked on his drink and Fiona smiled.

“Well, I am. Distantly. We went to family reunions together. Never talked much but we knew each other. Took care of me in prison though.”

“Never realized you all talked.”

“We didn’t. But there was one guy before you got there, Derek Vaughn. Mean, nasty man. Always gave me trouble.” She shrugged with a smirk. “Until he didn’t.”

“Wow.” Was all Beecher could think to say. He told her he was starting to realize he didn’t know Oz at all.

“Oz was different for me than for you, Beecher. It’s… always different for people like me.”

She turned away to avoid from being seen as weak, biting her knuckles for a second. Holly kicked Beecher under the table and gestured toward her. Beecher put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“We’re out, Fiona. And we’re gonna stay out.”

“Not for nothing, Beecher, but our definitions of the outside world are also different.”

“I can admit that. But, Fiona, you’re you. Just always yourself. I envied you for years for that. You’re yourself even when it’s hard. It’s an admirable trait.”

Fiona smiled.

“Takes practice.” She tasted the pasta and remarked on how good it was. Beecher gave Holly all the credit. She beamed proudly as she explained it was a recipe she learned on TikTok.

They had Fiona’s cannoli with dessert. Holly had never tried one before and was blown away by how good they were.

It came to her bedtime, and Beecher hugged Holly tight.

“Goodnight, Holly Jolly.” He kissed her head and tousled her hair. Holly looked to Fiona.

“Goodnight, Miss Zamboni.”

Fiona snorted at the butchering of her last name but she thanked the girl all the same.

“Goodnight, Miss Holly.”

Beecher turned to Fiona and asked if she wanted a nightcap, and at her scandalous expression, clarified he meant a cookie and some milk.

“Why do we have figures if not to build on. Yes, Toby, I’ll take a cookie.”❤️

Toby asked what kind she’d like and she said “surprise me, darling.”

He decided on the cookie; his most complex one. Dark chocolate and sea salt with dried strawberries. He even warmed the milk up for her.

“Realize I should have asked what kind of milk you want. Holly drinks hazelnut and coconut milk. When I was a kid and someone said milk, they just meant milk.”

Fiona giggled at his boomerism, and took the tiny plate, staring gratefully at the pristine cookie. She took a piece off with her fingers and dipped it in the milk.

“Mmm dark chocolate strawberry? And sea salt? Is that what you think of me?”

Beecher told her he didn’t understand and she explained with a glee in her voice that Audrey Hepburn said you can always tell what a man thinks of you by the kind of gifts he buys you.

“Or in this case, cookie flavor. I want to know if you chose randomly.”

“No. It’s my most complex flavor. It’s salty and sweet and bitter and fruity. It’s so many things in one.” He said, trying to justify his choice, unknowingly flattering Fiona more than she had ever been.

“What’s yours?”

“Guess.”

“Chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin.”

“Why oatmeal raisin?”

“It’s not for everyone but it’s yours and you own it. Plus it’s unreasonably sweet.”

He smiled and defeatedly showed her his oatmeal raisin cookie. 🍪 Fiona did a little victory dance that got them thinking of Busmalis.

In fact they thought about a lot of their prisoner friends and foes alike, all discussing where they ended up and what they deserved.

“Robson has aids.” Fiona informed and Beecher lamented that he didn’t feel sorrier.

They got closer and closer on the couch, laughing at some of their old prison stories. After a particularly good laugh about Jewel Schillinger becoming devoutly Jewish, Beecher found he hand his hand steadying himself on Fiona’s thigh.

He apologized one he realized.

“You’re fine, Tobias.” She waved it off but relished the burn of warmth where his hand was.

“You’re so much different than I thought. And I thought I knew you after seven years.”

“I’m complex. Like the cookie you selected.”

“Yeah.”

He asked if she would come over again and she said she wouldn’t miss it.

He walked her to the door and helped her with her coat. She let, giving him a hug, and he found himself kissing her on the cheek.

“I’m so sorry Fiona, I don’t know what came over me.”

“You missed.”

He asked what and she merely grinned and slowly placed her lips on his. It lasted only a second, but the warmth of her lips burned him inside.

“Goodnight, Tobias.” She pinched his cheek, caressed his face, and left.

Gentleman though he was… he did enjoy watching her walk away. 😶‍🌫️

He talked to Fiona every day. Always texted or called or visited in some capacity. Steadied him to talk to someone who knew his experiences. He found he very much enjoyed getting to know her.

One night, she invited him to one of her shows. He couldn’t believe the artistry involved, even if the lewdness of her act made him blush.

She’d come out dressed as Marlene Dietrich. A variation of the suit she wore in Morocco. Fiona was smoking in a sparkly, woman cut suit and it turned Beecher on more than anything.

She worked the crowd. Was good at what she did. Smiling and waving and blowing smoke in everyone’s face.

When she came to Beecher’s table, she smirked and leaned down, kissing him on the lips, hiding herself with her hat. It was something out of a dream.

Beecher waited until the end to give Fiona the flowers he brought. Hyacinths.🪻🪻🪻Pink and purple.

He knocked on the dressing room and entered at her request.

His smile disappeared when he saw she had a man in there. A handsome, shirtless man. Fiona pushed him off her when Beecher entered.

He was crushed and didn’t understand why.

“These are for you.” He said lamely, and she accepted them graciously.

“Thanks for coming, Toby.”

“Always, Fiona.”

Beecher was hurt that Fiona had a lover. He wasn’t sure why he was. They certainly weren’t romantic. Flirty, sure, but Fiona was flirty with everyone. Maybe that’s all it was?

At dinner that Friday night, Beecher broached the subject.

“Who was… I mean… the guy in your dressing room?”

“Damien? Oh, you know, e pluribus unum.” She said with a wink, and Beecher flinched. Fiona noticed.

“Any reason you’re asking?”

“…just curious.” Toby said, continuing to eat his meatloaf. Fiona dropped the subject till after dinner.

“Were you hoping to meet Damien? Because while he’s entertaining in other ways, I hardly think he’s the type for scrabble night.”

They did words with friends on their phones together. Fiona won every time. Like… every time.

“No. Sorry if I made it awkward by asking.” He took a bite from his cookie and muttered something. Fiona asked him to repeat.

“Maybe this time don’t battle a mouthful of cookie.” She teased.

“It’s just… you’re so wonderful, Fiona. I’d hate to think of you entertaining people who don’t deserve you.”

He’d expected Fiona to thank him and tell him she can watch out for herself. Fiona did not react this way. She got angry. Quiet angry.

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Beecher. That said, it hardly seems like your business.” She sniffed and left it at that, but Beecher kept pushing.

“Does it make you happy? The dressing rooms and random men-“

“Beecher, enough.” She stood up, gathering her things.

“Fiona I didn’t mean-“

“I thought you were different, Toby. Don’t think I don’t know what I am to you and everyone else. I’m a back up. Someone to flirt with just enough to keep them around but when it’s time for romance it’s always someone else. You’re just that way. Just mad that your second place has other options.” She opened the door, careful not to wake Holly.

“Fiona, please don’t go. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that. You’re not my back up-“

“You’re right. I’m not your anything.” She sniffed as a tear rolled down her face. “I’ll never be Keller.”

She left and Toby stayed up that night and cried for the first time in a while.

Holly saw him despondent the next morning. He was making her breakfast but with none of his usual talking.

“When’s Miss Fiona coming over again?”

“…probably not for a while, pumpkin.”

“What’d you do?”

He chucked darkly and figured he had nothing to lose. He told her that he’d kissed Fiona. That he’d really fallen for her. That he saw her with another guy and got jealous.

“Do you want to date her?”

“I think so.”

“You have to make a grand gesture. Like in the old movies. Something big and romantic to let her know you’re not just interested when someone else is.”

He thanked his daughter for having the brain cells he didn’t.

Fiona was with her friends, telling them about Beecher while she was getting ready.

“Men are pigs.” She stared flatly. “Thought this one was different. But we kissed a month ago and nothing until he sees stupid Damien in my room. Damien! Of all people! The kid with fewer brain cells than my left tit! That’s who Beecher’s jealous over.”

She was narrating to no one at this point but it didn’t matter. She fixed her mascara, trying not to cry again. She’d wasted enough time on that jerk.

Suddenly, music played over the loud speaker. It was coming from the stage. Singing, but not the usual boisterous melodies. Something sad and soft. Took Fiona a second to recognize the song.

“I got it bad… and that ain’t good.”

She sprung to her feet, grabbed a robe, and made her way to the stage with the other drag queens.

Beecher was there, in his father’s old suit, red rose in the lapel, singing softly into the microphone. She stopped at stage left, just watching him. He turned to her, and changed the song.

“Dream lover, where are you, with a love, oh, so true. And the hand that I can hold to feel you near as I grow old?”

She smiled softly. Dream lover.

“Because I want. A girl. To call. My own. I want a dream lover… so I don’t have to dream alone.”

The other guys cheered him on when he finished, and he would have thanked them, if his eyes had left Fiona even for a second.

She stepped forward, arms crossed. She pretended to still be angry.

“Causing a scene at my work?”

“Needed to see you. You haven’t played your word in days.”

She shrugged and went to turn away, when Beecher stopped her and touched her face gently, forcing her to look in his eyes.

“I love you, Fiona. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough. You’re more than enough. Too much. Much much too much. But I’m greedy, and I want it all. You’re not my backup. You’re not second place. And you’re right, you’re not Keller. But I’m glad. Because I’m not the same Beecher either. I love the way you are around Holly. I love the way you make pasta arrabbiata, and I love that you sing to yourself in Italian while you do it. I love that you laugh at my jokes, even the ones that aren’t funny. I love that you’re so strong. That nothing ever stops you from being yourself. I love-“

“You done?” She asked, deadpanned. He nodded and turned to leave. She stopped him with an arm on his waist. “Because I’d like to start. I love the way you are with Holly too. I love that you call cookies a nightcap and that you make terrible, terrible dad jokes all the time. I love that you love salad and to you a salad isn’t just lettuce and dressing. I love you too, Toby.”

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, but he took full advantage and dipped her in his arms, absorbing her muffled squeak as he did so.

He waited for her to finish rehearsal and they left together, holding hands the whole way to his house.

“Don’t you have to explain this to Holly?”

“The suit was actually her idea.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Smart girl. Though if she were really smart, she’d have told you to pick up something chocolate and something shiny too.”

Tobias smirked triumphantly

“Check under your seat.”

Fiona pulled out a box of chocolates and a jewelry box with a shiny silver bracelet in there.

“I was looking for a necklace but Holly insisted girls like bracelets.”

They giggled the whole way home.

“Oh, Tobias, you missed my turn.”

“I was actually hoping you’d spend the night.”🔥

“Oh… I… OH.” Fiona understood what that entailed.

“Not that I’m not tickled pink by the proposal, honey, really I am. But… I look a little different without all my effects. You do know that right?”

Beecher pulled into his driveway and sat with her for a second.

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”😔

“Fiona, right now, you look like a million bucks. I’m gonna take you upstairs and make up for seven years of not ravishing you. And in the morning, when I see you without your makeup, and jewelry, and fancy dresses, I’m gonna kiss you and make you coffee and bring it to you in bed. That’s what’s gonna happen.”

Fiona, for the first time in her life, was speechless. 😶

“I…”

“I’ll also take you back to yours if you want. Your choice.”

She thought for a moment and in a flash, leaned over to him and kissed him passionately.

“Mmmm lets see what you got, Daddy.”

They exited the car, but before the entered the house, Beecher stopped her.

“I want this to be perfect.” He picked her up and carried her through the threshold. He carried her all the way to his room, laid her down in the bed, and started necking her.

He turned her over, placing his body weight on her and kissing her neck.

She was releasing soft “oh”s with each breath.

Fiona had been fucked many a time before but she would be hard pressed to tell you when the last time someone made love to her was.

That’s what this was. Each silent, squeaky thrust.

“Sorry if I don’t get hard. I’m back on estrogen.”

Toby chucked and husked in her ear.

“Did you honestly feel like you have to apologize for anything? Because you don’t.”🥵

They slept together that night in every sense of the term.

When they awoke the next morning, checked was spooning her, face in her neck. He took a deep breath of her natural scent.

She stirred. Tobias stared at her face for a long time. The masculine jaw and the womanly cheekbones. The soft eyes and the pursed lips. Her tanned skin and curvy body. She felt him staring and woke up.

“Hey.” she greeted him with a lower voice than usual. Beecher smirked. “Still like what you see?”

“Somehow, and impossibly, more than before.”❤️

He kept his promise, kissed her on the lips and went downstairs to make her coffee.

Holly saw him holding two coffee cups and smirked.

“I’m the greatest wingman ever. Where would you be without me?” She boasted to her dad’s blushing face.

She helped him make the coffee. Beecher was just going to bring it black with some creamer and sugar on the side.

“Don’t you know anything, Dad? She’s cool. Too cool for regular coffee. Make her a Frappuccino.”

Beecher couldn’t even pronounce the words she was saying so she signed and took over, sliding the blender past her dad.

Beecher carried his regular coffee and Fiona’s concoction.

Holly insisted on copious whipped cream.

“Can I come give it to her, Daddy? Please?”

Beecher told her sure but they had to make sure she was dressed first. Holly winked at him and he grimaced.

They knocked on the door.

“Honey? Are you decent? Holly wanted to say good morning.”

She told them she was and they wanted. She was sitting there in Beecher’s robe. It was everything I bush power not to take her for round two right then and there.

“Hi, Miss Fiona! I made you a hazelnut Frappuccino!” Holly gave it to her and then gave her a big hug.

“Take it easy on my dad.” She whispered in Fiona’s ear. “He doesn’t always say the right things, but he tries.”

Fiona nodded, and held Holly’s face in her hand, kissing her forehead softly.

“Thank you, child.”🫶

Fiona went to say something then turned her head. Holly and Toby shared a look. She was crying.

The both rushed to her sides.

“I’m sorry, Miss Fiona. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Holly said quietly. Fiona tutted and brushed away her tears to comfort Holly.

“You didn’t, my sweet thing. And he didn’t. These are good tears. Happy tears.” She sniffled. “Despite my face right now, I really am happy.”

“Is my dad your boyfriend now?”

Fiona giggled through the tears and stopped Beecher when he went to tell Holly that was an inappropriate question.

“I hope so.” She touched Beecher’s hair and stroked his face. “I could do much, much worse than Tobias Beecher.”❤️🫶

[urmingirl]

"focus on bts" while a whole genocide is happening girl shut the fuck up

I actually received this anon hate last night after posting "FOCUS ON BTS" here on my blog, the funny thing is I saw the notification minutes after I posted it.

I'm thinking... you might be one my follower or you are on Bangtan's tags to see my post that fast. Hmm so who's focusing on BTS more? 😅

I'm actually aware of what's happening rn, I'm not stupid like you ANON.

I didn't reply to this last night bc I don't want to spoil my night. I was so hyped last night bc we are getting a new music from Tae. A NEW CONTENT. I'm so hyped up I can't contain my excitement bc we have lot of things (FRI(END)S, HOTS and D-Day The Movie) to look forward to from Bangtan. Then this happened.

I actually imagined if I am going to answer this anon hate I will look 'cold hearted' and 'too blinded by BTS', z!onist and many more. 😮‍💨 I've seen them on X and TikTok, they are actually everywhere now. Well, I will not shut the fuck up just bc you say so ANON.

I actually posted 'FOCUS ON BTS' bc we have a comeback, a new music that we are all excited about. It's normal that every time there's a comeback or a new content we actually use the term 'BTS LOCKDOWN' or 'FOCUS ON BTS'. I started to use the term 'FOCUS ON BTS' since the Jungkook incident during his speech in AMA's. 😅 I didn't know that posting this term will trigger someone.

I know your kind ANON, you guys just found a new way to drag Bangtan's name. You guys are no longer focusing on the MAIN issue right now, you are now FOCUSING ON BTS just to drag them down. Whenever you guys see a post about BTS you guys always connect it with genocide and Zionist. I mean WTF.

You guys are new strain of ANTIS. Most of you will say the "the boycott is for HYBE not BTS". Btch please, look at yourself! I'm sure you're listening and supporting other artist of HYBE right now. Hypocrites. Just say that you don't like Bangtan. End of story. Don't use or include them in this global issue.

Also ANON if you're an ARMY but boycotting Bangtan's work, don't ever call yourself an ARMY if you don't trust the boys. You are free to protest but PLEASE don't use their names and faces to your profiles. You are also free to leave the fandom.

If you want to boycott BTS bc of your malicious and judgemental minds then go. But don't expect everyone will follow you just bc you say so. You guys are no longer doing the boycott to support Palestine, you only do this for your own satisfaction. You guys are acting like you really care about this global problem but you're not. You guys just want to be involve just to show to other people that you really care, but you're not if you guys are only attacking and FOCUSING TO BTS.

Go out to protest and fight what you think is right. Don't hide on your account using your idols name and face.

We have different ways and other ways to show our support to Palestine 💜 🙏🏻 I just hope everyone understands that.

I wonder if I posted 'FOCUS ON CATS' or 'FOCUS ON *insert name of different artist' or 'FOCUS ON MY JOB' or.. 'FOCUS ON MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS' will I get this message from this ANON? I think not.

I get this anon hate bc my post is about Bangtan.

Thank you so much to people like you ANON bc of ANTIS like you encouraged us to support BTS more and doubled our efforts more. Seriously we are more inspired rn. I love the energy that ARMY is giving rn 💜

This blog is dedicated for 'BTS'. A blog where I show my passion for giffing everything about BTS. I show my love for them here on my blog, soooooo what do you expect from me 😅 I will use my personal socmed accounts if I want to fight for something or I have an advocacy that isn't connected to Bangtan. I will never use BTS name or my fandom's name to fight for something I think is right.

Soooooo if you don't want to see me supporting BTS and felt offended about this loooooong post (bc I know there are a lot of you ANTIS here rn), you're free to unfollow and block me.

Bye ANON, I hope you always get a good night sleep.

x

[cowboysandpilots]

Nicotine High

(This ficlet was inspired by THIS TikTok. 🥰)

Eddie is 12 years old, with a buzzcut and in 6th grade when he meets Chrissy Cunningham for the first time at the school talent show. He doesn't think she even noticed him but her cheer routine made his heart skip a beat for the very first time.

It's two years later when Eddie meets the beautiful blonde again. He's 14 and his hair is a little longer now, shaggy in that he has to keep brushing the curls from his eyes, but that's the hazard of trying to grow it out again. They're standing behind the church because, despite his family's reputation, his uncle is still a god-fearing man and Chrissy's family had always been. She steps right up to him, right beside him but keeps her eyes forward. The gentle breeze brushes through the strands of her blonde hair and Eddie can see the discolouration around her eye that she clearly tried to cover with her makeup. He doesn't mention it. In fact, he doesn't say anything until she does. It catches him off guard the first time she speaks, a small light voice. "My daddy is my hero." Is all she says in relation to the bruise, a dismissal of who gave it to her, because she can see Eddie staring out of the corner of her eye. "Do you have a light?"

His eyes flick up from the way he was not so subtly admiring her side profile when she turns to talk to him. "Oh, sorry, I don't smoke," Eddie admits, rocking slightly on his heels. She gives him a small smile, barely there, just a quirk of her lips. "Neither do I, but I've been having these dreams, really vivid ones about something called a nicotine high." At this point in his life, Eddie had never heard of such a thing but it sounded pretty good and he knew precisely where his uncle kept a pack of smokes in the glove compartment of his beat-up old truck. They make their way to the parking lot, it's summer and his uncle's truck doesn't have air conditioning so the windows are left wide open, letting the cool summer breeze work its magic. It also allows Eddie to work his own magic, rummaging around through the glove compartment, with his arm through the open window, before pulling out a slightly crushed box of smokes and a zippo lighter. He holds them up with a wide grin so that girl can see before they look around to make sure no one saw and make their way back behind the church. Eddie lets Chrissy take her own stick from the pack and lights it up for her after some trial and error with the lighter. He then took his own and lit it himself. The smoke assaults his lungs and makes him want to cough but he holds it back because Chrissy inhales like a pro and blows the smoke back out with her eyes closed. She looks ethereal. "Do you think it's bad that I only talk to god when it's dark outside?" She asks it like Eddie knows anything about church, he rarely goes inside no matter how much his uncle asks him to. "My parents seem to talk to him all the time, but I can only do it when the world is asleep."

Eddie is still taking drags off his cigarette but he is listening thoughtfully. He doesn't believe in a god, but he wants to offer her some sort of comfort or reassurance if he can. "I think... if there is a god, he probably listens to pretty girls like you more than guys like me."

Chrissy smiles again, bigger this time and turns to actually look at him. "Y'know... my dad calls people who don't believe in God 'heathens'. I'm jealous of those people." "Why would you be jealous of them?" Eddie frowns, his mouth feels dry and he doesn't know if it's the smoke or Chrissy's bright, white smile, but they don't have any water.

Her shoulders give a shrug and she tips her face up to look at the blue sky, squinting slightly in the sun. "I don't know, they just seem... so carefree." She smiles just thinking about it and Eddie can't help but smile with her even though that statement is fundamentally wrong.

He leans over a bit and bumps his cigarette against hers like he's making a toast with them. "Well, you're dancing with the sinners now," He grins.

Future Eddie will be absolutely floored to know that the girl he shared his first cigarette with, the girl he didn't know the name of, ends up being his first, and last, girlfriend.

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(Hi, if you've read this far I'll assume it's because you liked this little fic at least a little bit? I would be so eternally grateful if you could hit that little reblog button. It costs nothing and it REALLY helps. Also, if you can, please think about commissioning me maybe? 🥺 I have lots of fandoms to choose from.)

[warblossom34]

september 20th, 20232 weeks agothevenus-child sent a message:

“Once i saw a tiktok of a girl saying that the most powerful manifestation we could do is while having a orgasm, do you girls have a thought on that? Ever heard something like this? She was the only one I ever seen talking this ”

I have an idea about this and I agree if you want my opinion. Orgasm is the highest vibration a human can reach.

!!!!!!

september 20th, 20232 weeks ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

“Once i saw a tiktok of a girl saying that the most powerful manifestation we could do is while having a orgasm, do you girls have a thought on that? Ever heard something like this? She was the only one I ever seen talking this ”

I have an idea about this and I agree if you want my opinion. Orgasm is the highest vibration a human can reach.

!!!!!!

manifestation beginners

august 15th, 20231 month ago

 anonymous sent a message:

plsss give me moon tips to know what should be done in their cycle, i want to overflow love and immerse myself in spirituality <333 before i was feeling so sad for like 3 years with anxiety and i'm only 17 i'm young of all i'm changing my habits and entering a new era. i'm getting to understand that i can manifest the life i want, and that what's mine will come to me no matter when. i feel like evan brought me to your blog, to you and maddy bc i really get a good vibe from u, ty for being so kind. i'll send love to evan and u two.

@thevenus-child Hello! I am happy you are here ✨ I’m very glad we could inspire you! I would advise you get a notebook for your manifestations. Write them down, even if it’s just bullet points. You can do that in your mobile app too, it’s fine. It’s a good way to keep track of your progress, and for me writing down my manifestations helps me see them as a concrete plan with actual steps to take instead of just a fuzzy daydream. When you write down your goals, write them down as if they are already happening. For example, you said “I want to overflow love and immerse myself in spirituality”. It’s a great start because you know what you want, but it will work even better if you write “I am overflowing with love, and I am immersed in spirituality”. There is so much power in claiming the reality you want, the Universe has no choice but to align you with your desire. Now… New Moon is the time to manifest new things, new beginnings. It’s a time in the moon cycle that you don’t see the moon in the sky at all. It’s a blank canvas. So manifest a new project, a new job, a new relationship, new habits, new opportunities. The Waxing Moon is the two weeks time between the New Moon and the Full Moon. The Moon gets fuller and fuller, it “grows” and gets brighter. During those two weeks, you should pay attention to what is happening with the manifestations you did on the New Moon; the Waxing Moon will bring you opportunities, ideas, or people that will help you get your manifestations. It’s also a time where you will probably realize what you’re “missing”, so the Waxing Moon is also an excellent time to manifest other things that you want to help you with your goals. Full Moon is the middle of the cycle. This is where the power is at full force. This is probably where you will start seeing your manifestations come to life, BUT it’s also the time where the most obstacles will occur. The light of the Full Moon shines bright on the messy parts of your life, so clean them up. These obstacles are almost always things that don’t serve you in your manifestation journey, so the Universe will make a fuss so that you get rid of those things and move on. It will not go gentle, this is an intense period of the moon cycle. The Wanning Moon is the two weeks time it takes for the Full Moon to disappear from the sky and get back to the New Moon phase. This is where the dust settles, and this is where you can make an inventory of your manifestations: what worked? What didn’t work? what things do you need to do to get where you want? Do you still want the things you wished for on the New Moon? It’s also a great time to do some banishing work, and prepare for the new cycle. Some general tips for manifesting:

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august 15th, 20231 month ago

 mycovenofchaos sent a message:

♌️ 🌙

Yes!!! I love fire energy for manifesting but Leo energy is just special 💕✨

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manifestation beginners

august 14th, 20231 month ago

August 16 is the New Moon in Leo.

The New Moon is a great time to manifest new things! It’s the beginning of the Moon cycle, so it makes sense it being a great time to plant a new seed for the future.

Leo is an energy concerned with creativity, playfulness, passion, but also assertiveness, leadership skills, and authenticity.

Things you can manifest when the New Moon is in Leo:

A new creative project/business/career

A promotion in a leadership position

Adventure, travels, and fun

Confidence to speak your mind and be as authentic as you want to be with no shame

Passion, sex and love

Recognition (either public or within your field)

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august 8th, 20231 month ago

 anonymous sent a message:

i think your way of interacting with us is cute! i want to manifest a relationship with characteristics similar to evan, like how he is a physical touch guy, nice smile, shy... anyway i think girls who want evan specifically (who doesnt want him LOL) should focus on that, on what they r attracted to in order to manifest a bf with these characteristics!

a tip is to be confident in yourself and love yourself first of all, it doesn't necessarily have to be him, there are so many nice guys (i know evan doesn't compare) but we don't know him on an intimate level, it's good to be delulu sometimes but I see girls desperate for him and stop meeting interesting ppl

Thank you! I love chatting with you guys, and Maddie has said on here and to me in private how much she loves interacting with you! I agree with everything you said! Maybe the Universe brought Evan into your life to show you what you like: a soft, kind, affectionate dude who can be awkward and shy in a charming way! I wish you the best in your manifestation journey, and don’t forget to let go and live your life!

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july 27th, 20232 months ago

 anonymous sent a message:

how do i manifest a person?

Like you manifest anything else: visualize it, feel it like it has already happened, and then let go. The most important part is letting go. So say you have a crush on someone, and you want to manifest dating them. Pick a time and place where it’s quiet and you won’t be interrupted. Close your eyes, take deep relaxing breaths. Set the intention of manifesting a date with that person. You can do that by saying it out loud “my intention is to date that person”. Say it like you mean it. Say it with certainty. Then while you are relaxed, visualize them asking you out OR accepting your invitation to go out (whatever you think is more possible). “See” them smiling at you, talking to you. “See” moments of your date (are you playing arcades? are you having dinner? are you out at a bar? whatever, you chose). “See” the text notifications with their name on your screen. Literally create scenarios in your head. It is very I portant to feel the feelings those things would evoke: excitement, butterflies in your stomach, confidence. Replay all those scenes in your head until you feel like it has been sent out to the universe. This whole thing is called “visualization”. *** When you feel like you’re done, say thank you to the Universe for bringing you your desires. Gratitude is very important when it comes to manifesting. Gratitude inspires confidence and trust in the Universe, which only propels your manifestation to come faster. Then, LET GO!!!! Forget about it. Go live your life. Let the Universe do it’s thing. Don’t worry about them flirting with someone else. Don’t stalk their social media. Don’t force it. Go live your best life, go become the best version of yourself. Trust that Universe will bring you your desire or something better. ***the best days for love manifestations are Fridays (the day of Venus), the New Moon and/or the Full Moon. ***If visualization is a bit too abstract for you and you find it hard to focus (like me, ADHD gang lol), I would suggest scripting. Scripting is the method of focusing your energy on what you want by writing it down. Write something like “I am so grateful I get to spend time with that person! We are getting to know each other, talking, flirting! I feel excited!” It’s important to emphasize the feeling. And again, let it go!!!

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april 23rd, 20235 months ago

 anonymous sent a message:

How do i can manifest? I can not make it

Manifesting is about focusing on the thing you want until you attract it into your life. Manifestation happens consciously or unconsciously, it is always at work. When you manifested things you didn’t want, then that means you focused too much on what you didn’t want to happen instead of what you want to happen. For example, “I don’t want to be late to my appointment” will only bring you reasons to be late to your appointment. Saying “I want to be on time to my appointment” shifts the energy on what you want, therefore less chances of being late. Focus can be an issue for many people, especially focusing on the good things. That’s why there are tools like meditation, visualization, scripting, candle spells, and all that jazz. It is a very, very broad subject so I would suggest you do your own research on these things: There are plenty of books and YouTubers but I always suggest Abraham Hicks or The Secret for beginners.

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april 18th, 20235 months ago

 anonymous sent a message:

Fridays are the days of Aphrodite-Venus, the goddess of beauty and love, so if you wanna get extra magickal do a face mask with some candles (pink for beauty, white for purity), sexy music and just feel like a goddess. Again, visualize your skin being clean and glowy.

I would recommend the same as the admin said, also you can use my magical witchcraft spell , you need to bring a paper a pen and light a white candle if you're asking for a clear skin. It'd be better if it was on Friday during morning time, or evening. Write down three things you want to change about your skin and say this six times out loud not whispering :

“ On this day my skin will change,

Brillant beautiful skin I will gain,

In Seven days my worries will disappear

In Seven days my skin will be clear, ” take the paper you wrote on in somewhere safe, and forget about it until the results you wanted have come to passe, also drink water and wash your face every morning and night, while repeating the chant I gave you. 🙏🏼

For the anon who asked for a skin scare spell!!!

manifestation beginners

august 15th, 20231 month ago

 anonymous sent a message:

plsss give me moon tips to know what should be done in their cycle, i want to overflow love and immerse myself in spirituality <333 before i was feeling so sad for like 3 years with anxiety and i'm only 17 i'm young of all i'm changing my habits and entering a new era. i'm getting to understand that i can manifest the life i want, and that what's mine will come to me no matter when. i feel like evan brought me to your blog, to you and maddy bc i really get a good vibe from u, ty for being so kind. i'll send love to evan and u two.

@thevenus-child Hello! I am happy you are here ✨ I’m very glad we could inspire you! I would advise you get a notebook for your manifestations. Write them down, even if it’s just bullet points. You can do that in your mobile app too, it’s fine. It’s a good way to keep track of your progress, and for me writing down my manifestations helps me see them as a concrete plan with actual steps to take instead of just a fuzzy daydream. When you write down your goals, write them down as if they are already happening. For example, you said “I want to overflow love and immerse myself in spirituality”. It’s a great start because you know what you want, but it will work even better if you write “I am overflowing with love, and I am immersed in spirituality”. There is so much power in claiming the reality you want, the Universe has no choice but to align you with your desire. Now… New Moon is the time to manifest new things, new beginnings. It’s a time in the moon cycle that you don’t see the moon in the sky at all. It’s a blank canvas. So manifest a new project, a new job, a new relationship, new habits, new opportunities. The Waxing Moon is the two weeks time between the New Moon and the Full Moon. The Moon gets fuller and fuller, it “grows” and gets brighter. During those two weeks, you should pay attention to what is happening with the manifestations you did on the New Moon; the Waxing Moon will bring you opportunities, ideas, or people that will help you get your manifestations. It’s also a time where you will probably realize what you’re “missing”, so the Waxing Moon is also an excellent time to manifest other things that you want to help you with your goals. Full Moon is the middle of the cycle. This is where the power is at full force. This is probably where you will start seeing your manifestations come to life, BUT it’s also the time where the most obstacles will occur. The light of the Full Moon shines bright on the messy parts of your life, so clean them up. These obstacles are almost always things that don’t serve you in your manifestation journey, so the Universe will make a fuss so that you get rid of those things and move on. It will not go gentle, this is an intense period of the moon cycle. The Wanning Moon is the two weeks time it takes for the Full Moon to disappear from the sky and get back to the New Moon phase. This is where the dust settles, and this is where you can make an inventory of your manifestations: what worked? What didn’t work? what things do you need to do to get where you want? Do you still want the things you wished for on the New Moon? It’s also a great time to do some banishing work, and prepare for the new cycle. Some general tips for manifesting:

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august 15th, 20231 month ago

 mycovenofchaos sent a message:

♌️ 🌙

Yes!!! I love fire energy for manifesting but Leo energy is just special 💕✨

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august 14th, 20231 month ago

August 16 is the New Moon in Leo.

The New Moon is a great time to manifest new things! It’s the beginning of the Moon cycle, so it makes sense it being a great time to plant a new seed for the future.

Leo is an energy concerned with creativity, playfulness, passion, but also assertiveness, leadership skills, and authenticity.

Things you can manifest when the New Moon is in Leo:

A new creative project/business/career

A promotion in a leadership position

Adventure, travels, and fun

Confidence to speak your mind and be as authentic as you want to be with no shame

Passion, sex and love

Recognition (either public or within your field)

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august 8th, 20231 month ago

 anonymous sent a message:

i think your way of interacting with us is cute! i want to manifest a relationship with characteristics similar to evan, like how he is a physical touch guy, nice smile, shy... anyway i think girls who want evan specifically (who doesnt want him LOL) should focus on that, on what they r attracted to in order to manifest a bf with these characteristics!

a tip is to be confident in yourself and love yourself first of all, it doesn't necessarily have to be him, there are so many nice guys (i know evan doesn't compare) but we don't know him on an intimate level, it's good to be delulu sometimes but I see girls desperate for him and stop meeting interesting ppl

Thank you! I love chatting with you guys, and Maddie has said on here and to me in private how much she loves interacting with you! I agree with everything you said! Maybe the Universe brought Evan into your life to show you what you like: a soft, kind, affectionate dude who can be awkward and shy in a charming way! I wish you the best in your manifestation journey, and don’t forget to let go and live your life!

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july 27th, 20232 months ago

 anonymous sent a message:

how do i manifest a person?

Like you manifest anything else: visualize it, feel it like it has already happened, and then let go. The most important part is letting go. So say you have a crush on someone, and you want to manifest dating them. Pick a time and place where it’s quiet and you won’t be interrupted. Close your eyes, take deep relaxing breaths. Set the intention of manifesting a date with that person. You can do that by saying it out loud “my intention is to date that person”. Say it like you mean it. Say it with certainty. Then while you are relaxed, visualize them asking you out OR accepting your invitation to go out (whatever you think is more possible). “See” them smiling at you, talking to you. “See” moments of your date (are you playing arcades? are you having dinner? are you out at a bar? whatever, you chose). “See” the text notifications with their name on your screen. Literally create scenarios in your head. It is very I portant to feel the feelings those things would evoke: excitement, butterflies in your stomach, confidence. Replay all those scenes in your head until you feel like it has been sent out to the universe. This whole thing is called “visualization”. *** When you feel like you’re done, say thank you to the Universe for bringing you your desires. Gratitude is very important when it comes to manifesting. Gratitude inspires confidence and trust in the Universe, which only propels your manifestation to come faster. Then, LET GO!!!! Forget about it. Go live your life. Let the Universe do it’s thing. Don’t worry about them flirting with someone else. Don’t stalk their social media. Don’t force it. Go live your best life, go become the best version of yourself. Trust that Universe will bring you your desire or something better. ***the best days for love manifestations are Fridays (the day of Venus), the New Moon and/or the Full Moon. ***If visualization is a bit too abstract for you and you find it hard to focus (like me, ADHD gang lol), I would suggest scripting. Scripting is the method of focusing your energy on what you want by writing it down. Write something like “I am so grateful I get to spend time with that person! We are getting to know each other, talking, flirting! I feel excited!” It’s important to emphasize the feeling. And again, let it go!!!

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april 23rd, 20235 months ago

 anonymous sent a message:

How do i can manifest? I can not make it

Manifesting is about focusing on the thing you want until you attract it into your life. Manifestation happens consciously or unconsciously, it is always at work. When you manifested things you didn’t want, then that means you focused too much on what you didn’t want to happen instead of what you want to happen. For example, “I don’t want to be late to my appointment” will only bring you reasons to be late to your appointment. Saying “I want to be on time to my appointment” shifts the energy on what you want, therefore less chances of being late. Focus can be an issue for many people, especially focusing on the good things. That’s why there are tools like meditation, visualization, scripting, candle spells, and all that jazz. It is a very, very broad subject so I would suggest you do your own research on these things: There are plenty of books and YouTubers but I always suggest Abraham Hicks or The Secret for beginners.

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april 18th, 20235 months ago

 anonymous sent a message:

Fridays are the days of Aphrodite-Venus, the goddess of beauty and love, so if you wanna get extra magickal do a face mask with some candles (pink for beauty, white for purity), sexy music and just feel like a goddess. Again, visualize your skin being clean and glowy.

I would recommend the same as the admin said, also you can use my magical witchcraft spell , you need to bring a paper a pen and light a white candle if you're asking for a clear skin. It'd be better if it was on Friday during morning time, or evening. Write down three things you want to change about your skin and say this six times out loud not whispering :

“ On this day my skin will change,

Brillant beautiful skin I will gain,

In Seven days my worries will disappear

In Seven days my skin will be clear, ” take the paper you wrote on in somewhere safe, and forget about it until the results you wanted have come to passe, also drink water and wash your face every morning and night, while repeating the chant I gave you. 🙏🏼

For the anon who asked for a skin scare spell!!!

[pinkpantherjam]

It is never too late to reroute

Today is May 27, 2024 and i have decided to resign from my job. I had plan B's? Yes. Do i imagine what i will be in the next few months? Yes. But am i really certain of the exact things that will happen in the future? No.

Part of me loved what i do because i get to use my skills, i get paid well, i work in a "Bank" and i love the thought that i get to work with big people who have big dreams too. I remembered the lines i said during my interview that kept me going despite of how challenging the workplace was and how heavy the responsibilities were. I said "for the record, i you will hire me i will be the youngest employee.." And i said that with pride and confidence. Bottomline, I was accepted and i waited for a month to start. It was hard the first few months especially during training, i gave it a chance because they saw my potential and maybe because i am still in the process of learning. On the other hand, this was the job that gave me a second chance in life. After everything that has happened to me in the past year, after losing it all, i was hired in Citi which helped me move into a new apartment, pay my bills, treat myself and the people i love and get to buy what i need and want. It was like a fresh start that i had a new personality and i met new people too. That workplace gave me a positive outlook that it is never bad to have big dreams. Over the course, months and months passed and there came a time i started becoming so overwhelmed, exhausted, and everything felt like heavy rocks all piled up in my back. Apparently, it also affected my health. I was so busy that i never noticed i was slowly putting myself in a box where i was limited to the things i wanted to do. Due to time constraint i can't go out more often and the job consumed most of my energy that i felt i was stuck. Sleep has been my go-to whenever i'm off work. Deep down i wished i had more resources, flexible time and more strength to explore the world.

I was so envy that some girls get to do their passion while being paid for it so i was considering it as an inspiration. I came upon another young girls' tiktok video. A 20-year old girl like me who started up a business at a very young age producing products made for women's comfort and there she said, it was never to late to become what you want to be in life. I also came across an article about old people being asked on the street about what was their life's biggest regret or what they regret not doing while they were still young. And an old woman simply said "I regret not doing what i love and limiting myself to my capacities. I didn't know life was short and the world is round that i could have tried a different path or direction than being stuck to the same job, same lifestyle, same routine over and over that i did not notice i was getting old and it consumed my youth". Those words became my awakening and i really thought i have already started a new life and i am currently in the middle chapter, but no. It was always fear that kept me from not trying. Of course i am afraid, i do not have back ups because i am the back up. And once i leave there is no turning back. But a Taylor Swift line pushed my buttons saying "Everything you lose, is a step you take". So i am taking this risk for the hopes of becoming what i actually want to be.

I want to be a painter, a make up artist, a bookkeeper, a freelancer that gets paid dollars hourly, i want to be a model, a star, a free diver, a traveller, a chef, or i might consider joining Miss Universe in the near future. I will make sure i get to fulfill my childhood dream and find the opportunity to study again and graduate. I gotta be the first person to graduate in this family.

I still have plenty of time, i am still 20, i can still reroute, i can still choose a path that is close to my heart. I can still explore. I had to learn it the hard way that if i save things for later, it might not be happening anymore. Later, i might lose interest. I might overgrow from it. Later, day turns into night. Life will just pass by and we'll all just eventually grow old.I don't want to have any regrets in life. I may not know what's going to happen next but i'll work hard to climb up high. This is for me and for my future self.

[lalalian]

My problem with this take is that there are people that want to live in a story with conflict— conflict they know they can handle. No, not in a dramatic “haha, I’m stronger than alllll~ of you~!” kind of way, but more in an introspective manner.

Yeah I wanna shift to a story. Yeah I want to romanticize my life (not trauma, I’ll get to that in a sec) So what?

Yeah I wanna have a self insert power fantasy. So what? Is my dragon rider academy dr and my fantasy romance novel inspired dr both essentially just self insert fanfics?

Yes. But the thing is, I know myself and what I can handle. I haven’t lived a simple peaceful life, I’ve been around so much death, drugs, pedophiles— everything. I know who I can handle and who I cannot. If you haven’t been around the block, be introspective. Visualize [insert event] as if it’s happening, feel it on your skin, smell the scent of whatever is happening, if you feel sick or uneasy, I think it’s time to reconsider adding that event to your DR.

I do think shifters should know the weight of certain events BEFORE scripting things in. I in no way would murder someone in my DRs, I don’t think I’d even do it for survival.

But I’m still shifting to DRs where it’s not 100% safe. Why not just shift to live an eternally peaceful life as a cat instead? Why not shift to live in a utopia? Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to shift to those kinds of places (I desperately need to be a chihuahua), but I want to experience life to the fullest. I’m not shifting to places where I’d have to kill a fully conscious sentient being, I’m slicing and dicing monsters, solving mysteries, and learning how to fight with swords.

To me, it’s frustrating to see people say I can’t shift to a story-like reality. I can play around with the world building and plot of my DRs all I want, but that doesn’t mean that life is trivial to me. Recently, I wrote about post regarding death and the lifespans of both dragons and riders— genuinely, it was a little hard for me to continue because all I could think about was my own dragon.

To me, he’s already someone I want to protect. Sometimes I stay up thinking about what kinds of food he’d like the most. I wonder if he’d accept my cuddles (he’s supposed to be quite the fussy type), and I wonder which teacher he’d hate the most. I want to know how his scales feel, and if he’d tolerate my nose boops. Because I’m planning to shift before he hatches from his egg, I’m always thinking about what things I should teach him.

If I build my DRs like a story, why would I feel this way? Do I really think so little of my life in that reality if I don’t feel a warm connection with the people there?

Why is it wrong to live in a story? Why is wrong to live in a fantasy if you take that fantasy seriously?

I always hate the see stuff like this because I know it’s targeted towards people like me, but, yall wrong as hell.

I saw another girl who shifted to some sort of war in Ancient Rome (It might’ve been Greece, idk) but she was one of those nurses that tended to soldiers’ wounds. She shifted there long enough to marry and settle down with a man (she didn’t script this). This girl knew what kind of place she’d be in. She knew that she’d have to amputate limbs (she amputated many limbs, actually). She knew about the medical practices. This girl was fascinated by that time period, it’s why she shifted there. But she didn’t come back traumatized— she talked about her life there as if she was recounting a simple memory. This girl knew herself, she knew her boundaries, and she ended up fine. She shifted back there multiple times, and I think she said it was her fav DR. I don’t remember her user, but if I find her again, I’ll edit this post with it. EDIT: I FOUND HER, her user is whyenshusband on TikTok

Anyway, yes it’s real. I know it’s real. But I also know myself.

I do draw a line tho with pedophilia, sexual assault, and incest. Thats weird asf, I can smell yall from here 🤢 (Of course if you’ve already experienced those things before and you want to heal from them in a reality that makes you feel safe enough to confront those fears, that is a different story).

Someone has gotta tell these shifttok mfs that shifting is REAL, this isn’t some silly oc shit. THIS. IS. REAL.

Scripting traumatic stuff is real, You guys face got to stop.

[iplacedajar]

2022

I’m daunted by the prospect of reflecting on this year. 2021 was a year spent waiting for things to go back to normal and 2022 was a year spent realizing that things will not be going back to normal, not for my high-risk partner and me, and that’s sobering. I think there’s a big change coming in 2023, but I’m not sure what shape it will take yet, and that daunts me, too. 

There were bright spots, and I’ll try to focus on those. E and I spent a magical week in Italy for his best friend’s wedding. D visited me and we had the best chill week eating bagels and watching New Girl. I made some little TikToks, an unexpected creative outlet. My job, which had been in a state of flux and then stagnation for many months, solidified and I enjoy it again. My perfect cat continues to be a source of joy.

And, of course, I read some very good books.

Books

It was a low-volume, high-quality year for reading. I love living within walking distance of my local library. Here are my favorites, selected with difficulty:

THE DISPOSSESSED by Ursula K. LeGuin - I read this at the beginning of the year, on the couch with Hermione on quiet January evenings, and it's marvelous. Absolutely a crime that we read ANTHEM (with which it shares surface-level similarities in the premise of a collectivist society, but interrogates the ensuing themes so much more effectively and is also actually a good book) in high school and not this. (Fuck ANTHEM.)

“You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.”

THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE by V. E. Schwab - Possibly the book most recommended to me ever—at least four people who knew I liked books about time suggested this to me. Completely gorgeous.

“Do you know how to live three hundred years?” she says. And when he asks how, she smiles. “The same way you live one. A second at a time.”

SEA OF TRANQUILITY by Emily St. John Mandel - fuck yeah time travel pandemic novel I adore you.

“Pandemics don’t approach like wars, with the distant thud of artillery growing louder every day and flashes of bombs on the horizon. They arrive in retrospect, essentially. It’s disorienting. The pandemic is far away and then it’s all around you with seemingly no intermediate step.”

“Do you ever catch yourself thinking about the simulation hypothesis?”

UPROOTED by Naomi Novik - Obsessed with this book, I wish it was twice as long. Instead I just keep coming back to it. It inverts classic fairytale tropes about princes and towers, and injects dark and thrilling new life into others (prominently, Don’t Go to the Woods).

“No one has gone into the Wood as deep as you and come out whole: not since—” He halted, and I somehow knew without his saying her name that it was Jaga: that Jaga had walked in the Wood, and come out again. He saw my realization, and glared at me. “And at the time,” he said, icily, “she was a hundred years old, and so steeped in magic that black toadstools would spring up where she walked.”

SPINNING SILVER by Naomi Novik - Still obsessed. Same author, another standalone fantasy novel. The previous drew inspiration from Polish folklore, and this one draws inspiration from Jewish folklore. The multiple narrators—a moneylender, a farmer’s daughter, and a tsarina with a trace of magic, all determined young women making hard choices—all won my heart and admiration.

“There are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill their bellies. That is what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not eaten up, and there is not a wolf inside you. You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away. That is all we can do for each other in the world, to keep the wolf away. And if there has been food in my house for you, then I am glad, glad with all my heart. I hope there will always be.”

GOODBYE, AGAIN by Jonny Sun - I felt so much recognition reading these essays full of small wisdoms. It almost felt like I’d written it, if that’s not too arrogant to say. Or maybe just someone knows me very well. Here is someone else who delights in liminal spaces, who struggles going home, who spends a lot of time in their own head. Reading this made me feel less alone.

“I think a lot of pressure gets put on making things “for something” or “for some reason” and the pressure of “but why?” and “but who’s this for?” and “is it good enough?” and “it’s a waste of time and energy!” and “why don’t you do something productive instead?” and I think that all of this removes the importance and value of making things for the ones who are making it, because maybe the ones who are making the thing are the ones who might need it the most.”

TOMORROW AND TOMORROW AND TOMORROW by Gabrielle Zevin - It strikes me that this is the only fiction book that’s non-genre to make the list this year. This book is a masterpiece, but it was an unusual reading experience for me because I felt so close to the subject matter. It’s a sprawling epic about life and love, how relationships change, storytelling and the creative process in general and video games in particular. 

“What's everyone talking about?”

“The end of The Iliad.”

“That's the best part,” Marx said.

“Why is it the best part?” Sadie asked.

“Because it's perfect,” Marx said. “‘Tamer of horses’ is an honest profession. The lines mean that one doesn't have to be a god or a king for your life to have meaning.”

THE WIZARD OF EARTHSEA by Ursula K. LeGuin - I thought I’d finished reading for the year, but then Eddy and I spent four days in a car driving to Houston in December and listened to this audiobook. Ursula wrote that, in 1967, wizards were all wise old men with long beards. But Merlin and Gandalf must have been young and foolish once, right? This book is the result.

“You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man's real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do.”

Other Media

Lol. Derry Girls, Killing Eve, and Arcane were my favorite shows. We watched basically no movies. Ooblets (the full release) and The Stillness of the Wind were my favorite new-to-me games, but honorable mentions to Breath of the Wild and Stardew Valley for their depth and replayability. 

In Conclusion

Happy New Year. Keep going.