#when i say i was crazy i mean that at 9 i almost tried learning hebrew bc i could not stand knowing that there was knowledge in the bible

[potatoes-tomatoes]

this a bit late but I saw ur tags on that sp easter episode gifset "not my ass pulling a stan at the tender age of six" - I'm so curious what ur easter questioning origins were 👀

i was (…am?) a lil insane growing up, like ok, I have memories of telling everyone in my kindergarten class that santa wasn’t real and wouldn’t care if they cried, bc they HAD to know the truth like, how could santa deliver those gifts in one night? why does he only give gifts to kids in america/ with enough wealth? You can still love the specials, and the holiday, the characters of the santa mythos, but believing a lie told by adults just didn’t sit right with me. also bc my parents told me he wasn’t real lol. (listen. my mom grew up very very poor. My grandma told my tias and tio that Santa wasn’t real, and only existed for the gringos with money jfkfkfjf) so. yeah my religiously zealous ass is the preface for even more religiously zealous stuff

so I grew up as a conservative christian girl that read the bible like a storybook every night, but I also have memories of questioning everything, it drove everyone crazy. I would hound my pastors after service with new questions someone my age wouldn’t usually have? I knew they thought it was kinda annoying if not mildly cute but I needed answers for every goddamn thing. Easter traditions bein one of them 😅 Now, I was raised very traditionally, as in, we examined good friday and went to a long Easter service and then, that’s it. Eggs, Rabbits were worldly, and had nothing to do with Christ, and tbh the most my fam enjoyed was the after church carne asada and the trip to walmart the coming monday to get discounted candy to munch on thru summer lolol. But I asked my classmates and teachers at school like at what point did easter become abt eggs? so if you’re not christian then, what exactly are you celebrating? You’re just doing elaborate stuff to eat candy. what’s the true purpose of the bunny? where did this originate? and everyone was like, just paint ur damn plastic egg for class Cel, you’re 6. 😂😅

Well that’s done and over with and I’m completely sane now. Also I did not paint and properly prep my first easter egg and participate in an egg hunt until last year with some friends and it was cute lol.

[insanitybl00m]

Tales From Under The Wisteria Tree

Chapter 9 - Apa?

Tallulah showed up from nowhere. And then she called Missa ‘Apa’. Which was adorable but it was also absolutely terrifying.

But he had to admit he missed her. And she looked so grown up now with her fancy dress and shawl.

“So your daughter is a changeling,” Missa whispered in his ear.

How the hell…?

“My son is one too, don’t worry, I can keep her secret safe.”

Philza sighed and smiled at the perfect human staring back at him.

“Hi apa!” Ah. That was still an issue. 

“Hello, Tallulah! It’s nice to meet you!” Missa smiled at her.

“What’s your name? Papa gave you mine! I promise it won’t be taken! Pinky promise!”

“Tallulah…” Phil warned. She knew better than to talk about her magic.

“It’s just apa. Besides, I call you Papa Phil!”

“My name is Missa. You can call me Apa Missa.”

Phil’s heart melted as Missa fully accepted the title. 

“Great! I’m Tallulah, but you know that. People also call me Lullah! It’s a nickname! You can use that for me too!” 

“Tallulah do you want to go grow some flowers? Me and Apa Missa need to talk for a second.”

“I’ll grow the prettiest flowers!” She went and ran off, kicking her boots off in the process, and slowly poppies bloomed in her footsteps. 

“She’s adorable.”

“You haven’t seen her be a menace yet.”

“Oh she’s too sweet to be a menace, she’s fine.”

Phil sighed. “Are you ok with her calling you ‘apa’? I know it’s really really sudden for her to basically be calling you her father.”

“I’m more than ok with it. If you don’t feel comfortable, tell me. I’d love to be in her life. I know I’ve barely met her but I mean it when I say she’s adorable.”

Not a hint of a lie, stars above Missa was perfect.

“I’m perfectly ok with it. You’re amazing Missa.” He kissed Missa’s forehead.

“Oh please, and I thought we weren’t using names while in the middle of nowhere.”

“I made an exception.” Phil stood up. “C’mon Tallulah! We’re done talking!”

She ran back over. “I made a bunch of flowers. We should make flower crowns! C’mon Apa Missa, let’s go!” She grabbed Missa and pulled him over to her flowers.

Tallulah’s magic was crazy powerful. She grew a whole garden in five minutes. And every step she took exploded with flowers. 

“Apa Missa, your eyes are so pretty! I love the color purple! It’s my favorite!”

“Aw! That’s so sweet Tallulah! You know I like your pretty dress, it suits you well.”

“Papa Phil cmon!” The girl chided. “He’s a slowpoke.” She whisper-yelled to Missa.

“Sometimes he can be.” He responded with a huge grin.

“I can hear you two you know. Troublemakers.”

Tallulah sat down in the center of the spiral of flowers. “Can I take my shawl off Papa? I wanna stretch my wings!”

“Sure Tallulah.” 

Wings? Chayanne was a changeling but he didn’t have wings. He had a tail. Maybe there were differences between different changelings.

She took off the black shawl and she had small moth wings. Too small for her size but she fluttered them with glee at the sight of them. They shimmered blue and faded into a deep purple.

“Papa, Tia Niki has been teaching me how to control my magic!”

“That’s great darling.” Phil sat down next to Missa.

“Apa you should make a flower crown with purple flowers! It will match your eyes.” The small girl handed Missa a handful of flowers, all in various shades of purple.

“Thank you, Tallulah.” He tried to copy Phil who seemed to be creating a flower crown with almost no issues. His finger just kept slipping and messing up.

“Here it’s like this.” Phil wrapped the flower stem around another flower and then picked up another flower and repeated the process until he had a small chain.

“Thank you.”

“She loves making flower crowns. I’d be a bad dad if I didn’t learn a few tricks.”

Missa laughed and leaned into Phil.

“Papa, what color did you make yours?”

“Purple.”

“No! I made purple to match with Apa Missa! We can’t all have purple!”

“Why can’t we Tallulah?” Missa asked. 

“Because I want to match with you! Not Papa Phil, I already have a matching flower crown back home!”

“We can all match. A new one for the three of us.”

“Oh yeah! That’s true!” Her eyes shone. “I take it back papa! You did a good job!”

Phil smiled at the two of them. “Glad to have the expert's opinion.”

Missa and Tallulah got along great. They laughed and Phil could have sworn he saw Tallulah’s hair turn just a few shades lighter to match Missa’s instead of the pitch black of Niki’s dyed black hair. 

Changeling's traits did reflect their caretakers after all. 

But when it was time for bed it became an issue. “Did Tia Niki pack you a bedroll?”

“A what?”

“Something to sleep on. So we can start to travel somewhere else tomorrow morning.” Missa explained.

“I have my blanket!”

Phil sighed. “She packed you enough food for a literal feast but not a bedroll?”

“I can sleep on the ground! Moss is comfy anyway.”

“No Tallulah, take mine.” Missa said, moving his bed roll over to the girl.

“But where will you sleep?” She asked.

“I’ll be—“

“I know, we can push them together and make one big bedroll for the three of us.” Missa looked at Phil.

“That’s a great idea, what do you think of that idea Tallulah?”

“Only if I can be next to Apa Missa!” Tallulah latched onto his arm.

“Are you abandoning me for Missa, Tallulah?”

“Yes.” She said, a wicked grin on her face as she smiled at Phil.

He sighed but there was a smile on his face as he moved the bedrolls together.

“Papa, teach Apa how to do my hair!”

“Yes, my princess.”

“I’m not a princess, I’m a queen!”

“I apologize, your highness.” She smiled and sat down. “Her hair is really curly, and it needs to be put in a protective style while she sleeps.”

“Oh, like a bonnet?”

“Yeah, but we put it in a bun first so that it doesn’t bother her while she sleeps.” 

“Here’s the hair tie Tia Niki used,” Tallulah said, passing it over her shoulder.

“Thank you.” 

“So now we unbraid your hair, right Tallulah?”

“Yeah!” Missa took the braid and started untying the strands. “And then you put it in a big bun!” Phil stopped watching and stepped in to help when Missa started to struggle with getting all her hair in the bun.

“You need to hold her hair like it's a ponytail and then wrap the hair tie around once. Then let go and wrap the rest of her hair around the ponytail and when you’re done wrap the hair tie around the bun.”

“Like this?”

“Perfect! Tallulah, where is the bonnet?”

“Top of my bag.”

Phil went and grabbed the bag, searching through the pockets that were filled with protection charms. Niki really did try her best to protect her. He grabbed the silky fabric.

“Got it!” Phil came and slid the bonnet over Tallulah’s head. She turned around to face Missa. 

“Thank you apa!” 

“Of course!” 

“Alright, it’s time for bed Tallulah,” Phil said, he kissed her forehead.

“Night papa!”

He laid down on the other side of Missa. Tallulah was asleep in seconds, soft snores made that obvious.

“Phil,” Missa whispered.

“Mhm?” He rolled over and faced Missa.

“Thank you for saving me earlier.”

“Of course.”

“Hanging out with Tallulah today was really nice.”

Phil gave him a soft smile. “It really was. You two get along well.”

“I’m glad, you look like you’d burn down the world for her.”

“Oh I would. She’s precious.” Missa laughed and curled into Phil’s side. “But you’re precious too.”

Missa ignored that and chose to try and sleep instead. He wouldn’t turn bright pink if he was asleep.

“Goodnight Wisteria.” Phil lightly kissed the top of Missa’s head before wrapping his wings over the three of them. Missa couldn’t even mumble out a goodnight before he was fast asleep. 

[softsky-daily]

9/19/2024

The contrast with the clouds here.... effervescent.

Positive thing: My leftovers were really good.

Ugh. Today was just brain damage most of the way through. For reasons I've vented about plenty of times already, volunteering for Japanese class under this particular professor was frustrating as hell, and I left feeling genuinely angry. I care a lot about the quality of learning people receive in general, because literally they're paying for it, and also with Japanese it's so difficult to unlearn bad habits after the fact. But watching this lady not do anything of substance with her students at all, literally just read out a grammar and not say anything while the students try to guess what it means on their own, and then later admit she hadn't even looked at the textbook at all before teaching the class... and not to mention the moment when I tried to explain something and she interrupted me midway and gave a wrong explanation. I was losing my mind. And I know I was right because I even looked it up later, but I couldn't say anything about it because the students were all just looking at me like I was out of line for trying to correct the professor.

Anyways, it's whatever I guess. I still have the other classes I volunteer at that aren't with that professor and therefore infinitely less infuriating.

Class was rough too. I hate the feeling of being in there with my classmates now, which I wish wasn't the case. All they talk about is graduating and how they've come so far and how they're almost done. I would be doing the same in their shoes to be fair, but I am still a semester and a half away from being done, and I am still struggling to make it all work out and not go crazy. The sense of disconnect between me and these people I used to feel so close to was too much for me. So I politely excused myself and went home and took a long nap.

It was honestly for the best. I was stressed all day, so of course I wasn't primed to sit in a class for 3 hours. I mostly just ate and watched a lot of Animal Crossing animation videos and started listening to Chappell Roan. Her music is actually pretty good.

Tomorrow's gonna be a slow day if I can help it. Maybe I'll see if a cafe is open and enjoy a pastry and being by myself. Or maybe I'll just sleep and then see if I can actually bring myself to play a viddy game. We'll see.

[draiochteve]

Today is a big day.

In less than 2 hours of this post, my fiancé will be here. And I don't mean visiting or just stopping by. He will be here. He's moving to be with me and so we can have our wedding. It's been almost 9 years –almost a decade– and we've lived on complete opposites of the USA the entire time. He's visited and I've visited, but we've never got to go on many normal dates, hug each other when we've wanted, or just be in each other's presence unless it was via a Skype or discord call.

When we got to be together in person, every moment we had of what everyone else got was 10x more special. I remember saving up and splurging to take him on dates that I always wanted to take him on the first trip he made here. I remember our first kiss on my bed. I remember how in all my previous relationships I would never feel comfortable enough with them that I was just me. I would be anxious and scared and timid. And I remember after the first couple hours melting with him in the moment like he had been there my whole life.

I've been preparing for this day for over a year and a half now since he proposed. It wasn't a surprise per say because I knew he had the ring for a while, but he was working hard to ensure we'd have a solid shot before asking. He knew what it would all entail and as much as love has always been there, my ring means more than that.

It's a promise, it's a declaration, and it's the symbol of my pending freedom.

We've both been working towards this, but Dalton has been working his ass off for my sake. For the sake of getting me out of here and buying me from my family. I know that's a morbid way of putting it, but despite law my family (specifically my father) sees me as his property. I've tried escaping a few times, and some failings have been my own weakness while some have been sabotage from my parents, but I am just not strong enough on my own to get out of here. And having lost all my friends I had growing up, I had no means.

He did everything traditionally despite his distaste. He asked permission, he made agreements, he bargained for me like I was a piece of meat though I suppose my dad treats me better than others in my position. In the end, my brothers' failings finding spouses is likely a large reason dad agreed though the other is he actually likes Dalton. He's good at keeping up a facade, but I don't know how much longer he can keep it up being around what I deal with for longer than a week at a time.

This day is the start of that. The official countdown to the wedding, a regular test of Dalton's patience, me almost having the means out of here. If everything gets too extreme, we are running the the courthouse and thankfully I have some extended family on my side now even if it isn't perfect. Things are looking up.

And then we will save and build towards getting as far away as we can. The place I've always called home will become a distance memory and I will be able to step outside with a pride pin on and dressed androgynous without being called slurs all day by my mom. I'll be able to dress goth without being stared at with distain. I'll be able to write in peace and maybe get back to my original fiction. Find a new penname. Publish and get out there. Find success. Find myself.

A long time ago, Dalton told me when we got married that he'd do so purely as a means to get me out and if I wanted to date women and have full freedom, he'd agree to it to just give me that. But my heart doesn't work that way (and I've had my fair share of secret relationships in my life it's not like I've never been with a woman or two or three) and he learned rather quickly from that point he wasn't just a means of escape. He's never just been that.

I love him deep within my bones. There is no one else who knows me so intimately and sees me. There's no one else who has seen me change and grow and lifts me up so high just to see what I become. The shit I've thrown at him and the craziness I've gotten myself into, he's always met it and we've worked through it. He's been there through the highs and lows. I've been there for his. Nearly nine years worth and he still talks to me like it's the first day we met. I wish I could express to you all how precious he is to me.

I want to give him the world. I want to give him the home we both deserved growing up. I want to fill his bookshelves with my own stories and show him all the worlds in my head –Even if it makes me anxious because he was an English major and will hand me them back with corrections (I love him for it lajslhdksjjahshdh).

I want to make him proud and prove to him that I can be more than what I am stuck here. And I know he knows I can be, he's always championed me in that regard and pushes me to recognize my own vibrance and creativity. But I want to be more. I want to explode and paint everything with my ideas. I want to be free.

And I'm so fucking close to having the proper opportunity and the freedom to do so.

Today is a big day and every day after is only going to get bigger until I can't bear it any longer.

Today is the first proper step towards my new life and I'm terrified as much as I am moved to tears.

[pbandjesse]

No word on the house yet. And I feel kind of sad over the prospect of not getting it. But also I do know that if we don't get it, it just means it wasn't the right one. I believe that. But I also am a little impatient and want to know now so I can feel secure either way. Either in the loss of it , or in moving forward with the next steps. It's crazy how quickly this has all been happening but also like. I'm trying not to make it my whole personality. So instead Ill focus on how much I hate day lights savings.

Because it messed me up so bad today!! I didn't sleep to bad but the air was dry and gave me a painful nose and throat. So when I woke up at 9 and was just dillerious and groggy I was just so confused at why I was having such a bad time. I got up to put some water in my nose before I laid back down for a bit. Which is when I saw a text from James that it was day lights savings. And everything made sense. I slept until essentially 1030am. Which means I slept for almost 11 hours. I hate day lights savings.

I would lay in bed for a few more minutes. Until I didn't feel so weird. Then I would get up and get dressed and felt alright.

I had toast for breakfast. From the fancy bread and it was very nice. I was a little frustrated when I knocked over a bottle in the fridge and it fell and hit the top of my foot and I was just overly sensitive today.

I was having a tough morning. I wanted to clean and purge and work on cleaning but I was overwhelmed by basically everything. I tried talking to James but they weren't answering me. And Jess was helping but I was still having a hard time.

I did shake the carpets out. And I worked on cleaning the frog tank a bit. But I really needed to get some fish to come in and help. That would be a goal for later.

I would start to focus on my desk. I was still overly upset and having a tough time but at least I had one thing to focus on. And it was going pretty well until I cut myself on a blade in my one drawer. So after crying for a minute and talking to James, who was finally answering me, I went back to trying to sort and get rid of trash. I did my best.

At 1130 I went and had some Mac and cheese for lunch. I realized how warm it was outside so I went to put a Tshirt on instead of the sweater I had been wearing.

And then it was time to go! My big outting! I was excited. Even if I was still not feeling my best. I was trying to be positive.

I did forget where I was going though and started driving to camp. Oops. Had to get off the highway and then turn around. Added 10 minutes to my drive. But that was fine.

I got to Irvine around 1230. And I was so thrilled. What a beautiful place. I'm shocked I've never been there. It's so nice! The woman at the gate was so nice. And then the girl at the desk was super nice and welcoming too. I chatted with her about working at camp and why I was there and she was so excited that I came. And that was my experience all day. People just really excited that I was there and that felt so nice.

The walk to their Native American site is about 15 minutes from the welcome center. And it was a really nice walk. I did get a little turned around but only a little bit. I got to see their averay where they had falcons and turkey vultures and it was neat to see them so close up. And the grounds itself was beautiful. The pollinator pasture was this giant idyllic meadow that I'm sure is wild to see when it's in full bloom in the spring. The native grasses were beautiful but when it's flowering I'm sure it's crazy.

And then I was at the site! It was so cool! They had a long house and two wigwams. And a bunch of different stations. And I felt super welcomed, with a staff member calling over to me to say hello.

I got to learn so much. Before Heather and Sofie came l I got to learn how to make a braid using a single piece of buckskin cord. Which I want to practice because it was so cool. I loved talking to all the staff and I even got to give out my business card and make connections.

Heather and Sofie came while I was sitting on the ground helping to take the fur off of a deer pelt. And we would go around to the other displays. We got to learn about basket making and foods. And we talked to everyone. About their program, about ours, about building out workshops and trying to get more adults out to different programs. Which I think would be an amazing way to get more people involved. Something I can for sure lead the charge on figure out programing for.

After going in all the structures and taking pictures and discussing what we could do to make our spaces better, Heather and Sophie headed out.

But I stayed. I got to process a piece of dogs bane and create some cordage. I had a lovely time talking to the staff. And I just had some lovely conversations with the people there. Including a really nice guy who works for gunpowder state park but he is leaving there to go be a tree doctor and when I saw him in the parking lot I wished him luck in his new job and he got a big smile. It was very sweet.

At the food display I got to try eating sumac. Not to be confused with poison sumac. It was fuzzy and pink and sour. I liked it! She said it could be used like a citrus and that is very neat. She was also just really sweet and we talked about creating natural dye and she would love to come out to camp sometime. I would love to have some of the Irvine staff come out for a professional feildtrip tour. I hope that we can bring them out.

My throat was starting to hurt really bad again and I had left my water in the car so I decided it was time to make the walk back.

And it was a nice walk. I stopped to sit at the gazebo while I caught my breath. My throat was really hurting me. But I would only be sitting for a few minutes. I stopped to see the birds again. And then went to the welcome center to use the bathroom and look at their displays there. I had another really nice talk to the girl at the desk. Thanked her for having me. And then headed out.

I was only a few minutes away from a Petco. My goal was to go find a new loach to try to deal with the snails. And then if I could find a joann's I would go get new yarn. And I was like wildly lucky that there was a Joanns literally next to the Petco. Amazing. I was very excited.

I ended up getting a different type of loach called a hillstream, or a butterfly, loach. I named it flapjack and I think he's so cute. I'm not sure he's going to get rid of the living snails but I think he's going to eat the eggs. Fingers crossed because I like him a lot he's like a little stingray and I love stingrays.

I would go and find my yarn next. The cashier was fascinated by my new flat fish. I got three skiens of yarn, on sale. And then I went home.

When I got back here I got my fish set up. I think he's going to do well. I hope. Introducing someone new is always hard. Omelet seems interested and also confused. But I'm not to worried. They should be community tank members.

I would cuddle up on the couch until James got home. I was happy to see them. They got right into cleaning. I would give myself until 530. And then I got up and continued to clean in the studio.

I did not get rid of as much as I wanted to but I'm making progress. My desk is much cleaner. I also went through ally thread and sewing stuff and it's so much neater and I'm really pleased.

I would work on my organizing for the next couple hours. James was doing laundry and making bread while they worked on their own organization. Helping me when things were to tall. I appreciate my tall husband. Love them so much.

Eventually James would make me veggie nuggets for dinner and I would go wash my hair. And that's where we are now. Just resting. James will go put the dough for their bread in the fridge soon. I hope it comes out good. It smells nice already.

Tomorrow we are going to a professional event at the art museum and I have my injections later on in the day. It always seems to sneak up on me. The months go so fast.

I hope I sleep well. I hope you do too. Sleep well everyone. Goodnight!

[teenmomcentral]

Teen Mom: The Next Chapter star Catelynn Lowell has some major mom drama of her own.

Last year, viewers saw as her and husband Tyler Baltierra's visit with their birth daughter Carly, was almost de-railed after Catelyn's mom, April, crossed a major boundary. Lowell claimed her mom had been drinking on the trip -- something Catelynn asked her not to do during their important visit with the now-teenager.

After confronting her mother about it, April allegedly ceased contact.

On Thursday's new hour, Catelynn said she hadn't spoken with her mother in six months, since the visit.

"Unfortunately, my mom broke one of my boundaries. She had a few drinks. She hasn't really tried to reach out. I haven't reached out to her. It's hard and it's difficult," she explained in a confessional. "It's hard to get help with the kids, but I don't want my children to see the sort of stuff I saw as a kid either. I'm hoping there can be some change in the future, but if there isn't, I'm okay right now."

Speaking with Tyler about her mom going radio silent, Catelynn said it was "crazy" to her that there's "no effort" from her mom to fix things.

"For me, it got to the point where I should not be anxious to dropping my children off with their grandma," she said, while also concerned her kids would start to "look at me like, 'You took me from my grandma.'"

Tyler suggested she check in with the couple's 9-year-old daughter, Nova, to make sure she understood the situation and was doing alright. Turns out, she wasn't.

"Remember when we went to the Carly visit? She had a beer when we were all at dinner. I had to talk to grandma and say, 'Hey, I asked you not to drink around me or the kids,'" Catelynn explained to her daughter. "When I told her that, she got upset with me."

"When is she gonna stop drinking? So we can actually go over there," asked her daughter, before admitting she missed her grandmother "because I can't be around her anymore that much."

Nova also said April "can say mean things sometimes or she can be weird around us," before claiming her grandmother once "fell asleep in the bath tub." When the child was asked whether that made her "Feel safe," she shook her head no and eventually said she wasn't okay.

"I just miss her so much," said Nova, before starting to cry. "I just want her back with me."

"If they're not gonna change, they don't deserve to be in our life, period," Catelynn told her daughter, hugging her close while also crying. Nova then responded by asking, "So that means grandma might not want us in her life?"

Catelynn's reply: "I don't really know. That would be an answer she would have to give."

In a confessional, an emotional Catelynn said she couldn't imagine being in a similar situation and not doing everything possible to remedy it.

"I don't feel like I'm a bad person, I just don't want certain things around me. So it's just mind-boggling to me. How can you not want to be around my kids?" she wondered.

[thewritermuses]

UnReal

UnReal - Marti Noxon & Sarah Gertrude Shapiro

Season One & Three & Four Season One 9/10 This show is a scripted drama that follows the production crew of a reality TV show.I want you just to take a moment to consider what the last sentence truly means. This is a genius idea - I love it.So it's behind the scenes but not really because it's scripted.Take this a step further - they are also showing us scenes of the reality show: Everlasting. So because UnReal is scripted is the reality show. But it has to be scripted so that it appears not to be. Fabulous stuff to watch.The two shows mirror each other so well and have important things that cross over making you care about what is happening in both of them.The lead is one of the producers on the show and she is brilliantly manipulative. Coupled with that is the fact you can see she cares about what is happening to the contestants - she doesn't want to do the things that she is doing to these people. But she does because it's her job.The psychological drama at play here is fantastic to watch unfold.The female executive producer is also fantastic. Great at her job and realistic about what she has sacrificed to get where she has gotten. She wields her power unflinchingly - love it.

All the male characters are jerks. They all suck. Season Three

The madness and lengths that these characters will go to to protect their interests return. They all start with a blood pact which Rachael almost immediately breaks.Rachael's arc this season goes from Essential Honesty back to her normal self.As she goes down this path she frees herself from her mother - but we have seen this all before. What is interesting this time is that she tries to extricate her father as well.In doing so it costs her the dream cabin but all for a good cause - until she learns that he had checked himself out of rehab to return home.The back stabbing between her and Quinn is sad and we know it isn't going to last long - it never does. When they unite against Gary it is great.The change this season to have all male suitors after a female is an interesting change. It's refreshing but doesn't really get used as much as it could have been.There are some truly great moments with Rachael this season. The super bitch of her Essential Honesty return is just spectacular to see.

Overall this season is a bit of a letdown. There isn't anything new here. They are still hitting the same great beats of the first season but they feel a bit worn and expected now. Season Four

We all thought we knew crazy Rachael. We were wrong. She goes full psycho in this series.We are back at Everlasting for an All-Stars season. The reason All-Star seasons are good is because we all know the character's backstory.Because we joined Everlasting in season ten or something like that there are only so many characters we could know. They did well having August come back along with Roger who raped Maya in the first season of Unreal.So we were set for fireworks from the word go, but instead of being Everlasting's normal state of affairs, they brought on a Game's Master.I can't remember what Quinn Says when she finds out. Something along the lines of the most boring form of entertainment - she isn't wrong.

The Roger and Maya setup is truly horrible to watch as is watching Rachael manipulating the backstage fallout following it. This alone would have been enough for me to give the series the flick. But the previous seasons kept me going.

The Game's Master Tommy, almost immediately becomes a full-on fanboy of Rachael. Happy to enable her most horrible whims.Rachael is at her best when she is in opposition to someone, generally herself. By having no opposition after Quinn leaves there is no story anymore.The main issue with this season is that we hate Rachael. While we never agreed with what she did in the past we were entertained and some sort of motivation justified the manipulation acts. Now it is just evil.Quinn is right to cut her free. The whole baby arc takes a very dark turn at the end when we learn that she may have terminated the pregnancy without a reason and then lied to Chet about it.Overall, it was a disappointing end to what started as a great series because they forgot how to write the lead character.

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-This is my last post before I'm all caught up. Which means I can play the game again. Yay! I want to try to do a format in which the photos tell the story and I just provide dialogue. I see that as a popular format and I find it very fun as a reader myself. For now, let me get this last bit of what I'm loosly referring to as the epilogue out of the way-

Ares spent a lot of time with work stuff. And I mean A LOT of time. So much so that her and Xaidin saw each other for maybe an hour before bed every night. They usually spent it watching the news. Xaidin needed to for his job as well as Ares.

They would often go to bed by 9 and practically fall asleep instantly. Their love life was suffering. Not that it was thriving to begin with. Ares mood was suffering due to the stress put on her. Not from her job, but from her fiancee who kept trying to bring up wedding stuff. She rolled her eyes anytime he mentioned it. "It'll happen! But you have to bear with me. This next election is really important for the mayor. This reflects on me majorly. The game is being played. I'm almost at a checkmate. After the election we can talk about it all you want, okay?"

Ares tried to keep focused on her goals, but she was also worried about doing the same thing she did to Gunnar. She was pushing the ones who cared about her away. This weighed heavy on her, especially when she got a call from Caleb. "Hey, Dad..... Can't talk right now. I'm super busy wi......" She stopped her sentence in it's tracks when she heard a faint whimper and a weak voice come from Caleb. "Ares..... It's... It's Chip..... He passed away last night. I'm so sorry. I know you two had your differences but...... Did you..... Did you want to come say goodbye to him?" Ares said nothing at first. She couldn't believe it. Her father was gone. And she never got to make amends with him. Eventually she found her voice. "I will be on the first plane home tomorrow." She said tears streaming down her cheeks. For the first time in a long time, Ares was going home. But it was not for happiest of reasons.

Ares got home in the afternoon the next day. Her and Caleb hugged for a long time, crying together. They sat on the couch and caught up, talked about Chip, discussed what it was gonna be like for Caleb now that he was gone. Caleb told Ares that he was planning on giving chips ashes to Gunnar and Bowie. "You aren't keeping them?" Ares questioned.

Caleb wiped tears from his eyes. "I would love too. But I have so many more memories right here. Of him and you. I figured you wouldn't want him. You're not that kind of sentimental. But Gunnar? He truly cherished Chip. Bowie did too. I know you don't like me talking about them..."

Ares sniffled. "No... No. It's okay. I know he was a big part of their lives. Gunnar deserves to take him if he wants to."

Caleb put his hand on Ares lap. "Good... So, then..... Will you take Chip to him?"

Ares froze. She didn't know what to say. What Caleb was suggesting seemed crazy. Would Gunnar even want Ares to be the one to break that news to him? She seemed to think that was a huge mistake. But she also didn't want to put Caleb through that in this tough time. She had put her family through enough. It was her time to step in and console them.

Ares nodded at Caleb and hugged him tight. She was scared of seeing Gunnar but she knew she had to get over this hurdle. She would also have to find an excuse for leaving Xaidin behind. She couldn't tell him she was going to see Gunnar. Even Xaidin didn't know about him or her illegitimate child. Ares was learning fast that some mistakes just won't go away no matter how hard you try.

Ares stayed with Caleb for about a week. When she went back home, she had to give Xaidin a quick excuse for why she was leaving so soon again..she was nervous. Her plan seemed to obvious. So soon after a family emergency? There's no way he would buy it. He would know something is up. She lied to him. "Sorry, Darling. I know it's so sudden but the mayor wants me to do some small town snooping into what the common voter wants to see from their elected officials. I have to go on a business trip for the weekend. I'm sorry.... I'll make it up to you when I get back, okay?"

Xaidin questioned her. "Are you sure you want to do this right now? Your father just passed away. Will you be okay on your own? I have vacation....."

Ares cut him off. "NO!....uh..herm.... Ah no. No need to take off. I'll be plenty okay. I'm a tough cookie. You know me. Besides, I need you here to keep me posted on any pressing details that pop up in the news that may need my immediate attention. I know I have my phone for that but no where is faster than getting information straight from the horses mouth."

Xaidin takes the bait. He seems compliant and wants to be there for Ares any way he can. If she needs him home and working, then that's what he'll do.

Ares spends the day packing for her new trip. Then she rewards herself with a nice soak in the tub while watching the sun set. She thinks about the days to come. She tries to relax but it's incredibly hard to.

The next day, Ares got on a plane headed to Gunnar. She called him in advance to meet at the airport. Gunnar was frustrated with her at first "What?! I'm just supposed to drop my life for you? Now? Why? Ares, I don't like your games."

Ares strained her voice to try to make it sound like she wasn't crying. "It's not for me, Gunnar. It's for Caleb."

Gunnar texted Caleb asking about what Ares was talking about. Caleb confirmed that he should meet her at the airport and that he was sorry he couldn't be there himself. Gunnar was very confused. But he trusted Caleb.

When Ares met Gunnar at the airport, they awkwardly waved at each other. They had an uncomfortably long car ride ahead of them. Most of the drive was silent, until they had this conversation:

Ares: "We aren't going to your house, are we?"

Gunnar seemed annoyed at that question. He knew she meant because she didn't want to see Bowie. "...no."

Ares felt relief: "okay. Good."

Gunnar's anger lead him to curiosity. "What if we were, Ares?"

Ares: "huh?"

Gunnar: "What if we were going to my house? Would that be a problem?"

Ares: "please, Gunnar.... Don't do this."

Gunnar said nothing for a moment. Then he piped back up. " Why are you here anyways? Can't we have this conversation in the car? You came all this way. I assume you have something for me. But if that's the case, we can just pull over. You can hand me whatever it is and I can send you back home."

Ares: "Look. I'm just as uncomfortable as you, Gunnar..... Can we just... Sit in silence for a bit?"

Gunnar obliges her.

About an hour later, they get to the Moonwood Mill inn. A motel on the edge of the old mill.

Gunnar parks the car. "Welcome to Casa Del HopeYouDontGetBugs."

Ares: "We're staying here?"

Gunnar snorts. "We? Fuck no. Everything in Moonwood Mill is spitting distance from each other. I live across the bridge. You can see from here if you're behind the motel. No. YOU are staying here."

Ares looked at the dingy Motel then realized something. "Wait! Where's....?"

Gunnar: "Bowie?" Gunnar grinned. It was a bit sinister feeling. "I told you. Everything here is within spitting distance..... The neighbors are watching him. I tried calling Chip but he didn't answer. Come to think of it, he usually comes over at least on the weekends. He missed last weekend. This one as well. And for Caleb to call me...." Gunnar was getting luggage out for Ares when he suddenly stopped. He made a grave realization. He set the suitcase down that was in his hands as he stared at the rest of the luggage. He noticed a box. Tears started to well in his eyes. "Don't tell me that's......" He looked at Ares who was silently crying a foot away from him, looking right at him. Gunnar grabbed the box and opened it slowly. His heart sank. He fell to the ground and started crying, clutching the box. "Dad."

Ares went over to Gunnar and put her hand on his shoulder. All of the tension both of them felt, all of the aggression and anger they had toward each other. It had dissipated if only in that moment.

They sat there for a while. They both cried and held the urn. Eventually, they became composed enough to talk about it.

Gunnar: "It all makes sense now... Chip never missed my calls. He never would have given up any opportunity to be with Bowie. Why didn't Caleb tell me?"

Ares: "I figured it was too much for him? But now... I, actually, don't know. He's a cryptic man, that one."

Gunnar: "Well, thank you.... And sorry I was so hostile towards you in the car."

Ares: "You don't need to apologize. I understand why you feel the way you do. I should be apologizing to you. But I know it'll do no good at this point."

Gunnar looked back at the urn. He handed it to Ares. Ares pushed it back gently into his hands. "Dad wanted to be with you and Bowie. I agreed to Caleb that I would bring him to you."

Gunnar lost it again in a flood of tears. "Bowie is going to be so upset.... How do I explain to a toddler the Gampy isn't coming back?"

Ares' eyes grow wide and they brim with more tears. She put her hand over her mouth. "That's what he called Dad? Oh, my Watcher..."

Gunnar looked at Ares. He could see the sudden realization she was having. "You would love him, Ares. He's so much like you."

Ares: "I bet he's a real charmer. Just like his momma." Ares shocked herself with that statement.

It shocked Gunnar as well. "Mo...momma?"

Ares backpedaled: "ah.... Heh.... Not what I meant."

Neither of them noticed how close they were getting but Ares definitely brought them back to reality with her normal dodgy ways. They both decided to get Ares up to her room for the night.

The room.... Had character. It was definitely not a 5 star hotel. But it would have to do. Gunnar brought all of Ares stuff up to her room but this time Ares insisted on helping him. He just would not let her.

Once in the room, they sat on the bed for a few minutes.

Gunnar showed her how to work the TV and warned her about taking a shower. "Personally, I wouldn't. You can use mine if you want. Just let me know when you want to. I'll send Bowie over to the neighbors."

Ares: "Thank you, Gunnar."

Gunnar: "yeah. No problem."

They looked at each other. Then as suddenly as it had happened before.....

They kissed. Gunnar pulled away first. Shocked at what had just happened. Ares was also in disbelief. She sat their frozen, hand to her mouth. Gunnar got up off of the bed. He looked like he had seen a ghost. "S....sorry". Ares was still frozen. She slowly looked at Gunnar. Her heart raced. Gunnar looked into her eyes. His heart raced. "I want you so bad...." Ares got up to put her arms around his neck "Me too...." They started kissing each other while they stripped off their clothes. Gunnar laid Ares on the bed and kissed her all over. "I've missed you so much." Ares moaned. "I've missed you, too."

Ares was not very faithful that night. She just added a whole new problem to her list.

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Ok, Imagine: Daemon and Rhaenyra having a bastard child in Yan!HOTD AU

I always like to start these posts blaming someone for my crazy ideas, but today is not @missglaskin 's fault, it's you @rosaryos, you did this to me...keep going.

T.W: The entire plot of HOTD with spoilers and maybe some other things, like, seriously, it's the Targaryens.

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Prologue:

So we all know what happened in episode 4, Rhaenyra and Daemon almost committed Society crimes(You know what i mean) and did it on that brothel, but then Daemon back away and left like a b*tch. But what if he didn't?

And once they were done, Rhaenyra being a young horny soul still went for that Cole stick. Just to keep things as they were in the plot.

And then all the drama happen, including Rhaenyra and Laenor's marriage, but we all know they never consummated because of fruit preferences-

And then 9 months later, Rhaenyra gives birth to a baby girl with silver hair and violet eyes that shine. Of course, she knows it's not Laenor's, much less Criston's...it had be Daemon's.

But she let it aside to avoid drama, specially after the birth of the boys.

No one questioned your legitimacy, since there's no proof of Rhaenyra being with Daemon and you had all the Targaryen features...even if your grandfather likes to say that you have Laenor's nose.

You are the realms delight (taking your mother's title) and the heir to the Iron Throne after your mother. Everyone adores you and it's already considered a crime to make you sad, not gonna lie, you use that to your own advantage.

Your mother and "father" both are proud of you, you are the role model for every girl in the realm, the kind and polite princess...when they are looking, in reality, you could incinerate the Red Keep if you wanted.

Viserys is the funny proud grandfather, he liked to watch you playing around as you grow, it kinda reminded him of Rhaenyra when she was your age. But you way more gracious.

Jacaerys is the brother who is always willing to protect from everyone and everything, even a frickin spider, puts you on a pedestal and will fight anyone who dares to take you away. Now Lucerys is the type to gain your affection by pretending to be hurt, since he's the youngest of the bunch. They both are pretty possessive, like your mother.

Even if you don't look nothing alike, you never brought this up, like it never bothered you. Even if Alicent brought it up a few times behind your mother's back.

Speaking of Alicent, she and her kids adore you. Alicent takes on a motherly role with you, while Helaena, who is the closest girl to your age, is more of a sister, who you like to hear rambling about her insects and still tries to understand some of the things she says. Now Aegon has always being a creep, and his special likeness on you doesn't change that, but he doesn't too far by his mother's warning(She knows her son and his tendencies), as for Aemond...do you know those childhood crushes that you idolize and all? That's him (Don't worry, it's gonna get worse).

As the boys all are pretty competitive, specially when you watch them spar along side your grandfather. They look forward to you admiring them and saying how well they went.

But in reality, you wanted to be there with them. You always wanted to learn how to fight too. But the adults were completely against this, scared that you would get hurt, but isn't that the point on learning?

Either way, you suppress this by watching the boys spar instead (with Aegon being a fckin show off)

Sir Harwin is also very protective of you, not just because he is fcking protective of your mother as well, but he views you as his own daughter, like the boys.

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Episode 6:

You were with your brothers and Sir Harwin when Laenor and Rhaenyra arrive with baby Joffrey, while he seemed a bit agitated, just until you got closer to see him, then he immediately stopped and remained calm. You looked at him more clearly, he was just like Jace and Luke, so you knew that he wasn't Laenor (None of you are anyway-) so you feared on how people were going to discuss more about the legitimacy of your brothers and judge your mother, you can't handle the drama.

Then Luke and Jace are sended to the Dragon Pit, you don't go after them, for you don't have a dragon of your own, since the egg never hatched. Which made you jealous of your siblings.

But there was someone who could understand your frustrations, Aemond, who also doesn't have a dragon, but different from you, he's constantly picked on by his and your brothers(But they would never make fun of you though, that would be a sin at this point-).

Before he was brought to his mother, Aemond went to you for confort after the boys gave him a pig, and boy YOU WERE ANGRY, sure, they did many things before, but you developed a strong bond with Aemond at this point and this more than insulting.

You knew it was Jace's idea, you made sure he realized how he messed up. And he did apologized(To you, not Aemond-) But he knows you wouldn't forget what he did so soon, and you might not speak to him for the rest of the day, the same for Luke.

You didn't even look at Aegon, and that made the boy confused as hell, until he realized that you weren't talking to your brothers as well.

Again, you were watching the boys spar with your grandfather, as he commented on how this could created a bond between them, and as much as you admired his perspective, you weren't clueless enough to believe that would happen.

You also were aware of Sir Criston's favoritism towards Aegon and Aemond, dedicating himself to teach the two better then with your brothers. But you never understood why.

And things just got worse when Sir Harwin punched Sir Criston. all because of the stupid comment he made, you watched as the guards dragged Harwin away from your brother's instructor.

You worried for your mother right away.

At the small council, Rhaenyra tries to calm the conflict between her and Alicent by betroth Jace to Helaena, but her offer was striked back by Alicent, who instead offered to marry you to Aegon.

There was 15 seconds of silent before both left the room, Rhaenyra out of disgust and Alicent out of shame. Both knew of Aegon's tendencies, Alicent more than Rhaenyra. So only the Gods would know what he could do to you if you were to marry. Even Viserys pointed that it wasn't a wise offer from Alicent later on.

Soon, Harwin had to leave to Harrenhal, he came to say goodbye to you and your family. You were sad to know this, Harwin was a good man and a good paternal figure to the boys. He bid his goodbye to you all and left right away.

That encouraged Rhaenyra to leave King's Landing to Dragon Stone immediately. Before you went away, however, you met up with Aemond and Helaena to say goodbye, only getting to exchange looks with Aegon as you crossed paths. You did noticed his disappointment and mad look.

Now in Dragon Stone, things might be less chaotic, of course, that's until you received the news. Harwin Strong died in a fire on Harrenhal and Laena Velaryon, your father's sister, died after a failing on giving birth.

Gods be good.

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Episode 7:

It was a bright day, but sad and filled with grief, as Laena's funeral started. You never knew her personally, nor did you knew her family. You only heard about them from your parents, as you watched the coffin being thrown into the water, you noticed the looks of others at you. But only one intrigued you, Daemon Targaryen, your grandfather's brother and Laena's husband.

Daemon was conflicted, not just because of what happened, but at this new discovery of his, as he watched you approach him to give your condolences, he noticed your features. You were not too far from Rhaenyra's oldest son in age, but you looked nothing like him. And Daemon never heard of of Rhaenyra having a daughter.

You spend the rest of the day trying to confort Laena's daughters, Baela and Rhaena. You could understand a bit of how they felt, as you viewed Harwin as family, but you couldn't attend his funeral, as your mother pointed that it wouldn't be proper.

You also tried to talk to the others, your grandfather, Alicent (And you did noticed clubfoot looking at her, but didn't questioned), Aegon and Aemond(which you discovered of Aegon's engagement to Helaena, poor girl)

At their conversation, Daemon asked about you, demanding to know whether you were his and why Rhaenyra never told him. Your mother simply said that due to him abandoning her for Laena, she didn't bother him with this information. The argument continued until one thing let another and everyone knows how this ended (Two horni mfs)

You couldn't help but feel betrayed, he was the only one who understood you and now, he goes and steals a dragon that wasn't his to claim to just rub it on your face?

At night, you were awakened by Baela, who told that someone stoled Vaghar, Laena's dragon. You immediately went after them to find Aemond, declaring that he claimed the old dragon.

Soon there was a fight, and you did your best to stop it before it got messy. But the boys shoved you on the ground and keep fighting. Right after, you heard Aemond calling your brothers "bastards" and you saw Luke cutting his face.

You were all taken away by the guards. And as the maester took care of Aemond's face, you hugged your brothers. Unlike them, you luckily just had a few scratches.

Soon the adults arrived, your mother went straight to check on you, Jace and Luke. As the maester announced the Aemond lost his eye forever, you felt a bit guilty, but you couldn't deny that he was at fault.

Alicent demanded justice, and Viserys denied it, the whole argument was a pain to be heard, you only focused on your brothers, as Daemon and Rhaenyra guarded you three. And then Alicent tried to attack Lucerys, you blocked him while your mother held the Queen, which resulted in her being cut.

You stayed at your mother's side as the maester treated her wound and your brother's. Laenor finally showed up and regretful, apologized deeply for leaving you all when you needed him.

...and then he died.

The news striked you hard, he was your father...at least he raised you, you lost a lot in less then a week. But you kept your composure, for your mother decided to marry Daemon right after, and you were a witness together with your siblings.

After that, Rhaenyra sat you down and told you the truth, about Daemon being your true father and you were technically a bastard, not anymore, since they got married.

Now your life was turning upside down and it was just the beginning

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A/N: Thanks for reading, i wrote this out of distraction, for i will be posting less now due to my studies, but i am not going anywhere.

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Top Reads 2020 Fanfiction

I started reading Harry Potter fanfiction this year (thanks to Tik Tok) and these stories I’ve read keep me up at night because I cannot stop thinking about them. 

#1- Manacled by @senlinyu

This is story is a MASTERPIECE. I cannot express how many times I’ve read and thought about this story. The way Hermione loves Draco and Draco loves Hermione is unbeatable. Hermione is a literal boss bitch in this story and my favorite Hermione in everything I’ve read. The build up, the tension, the CHEMISTRY; it is the best thing I have ever read. I could write a whole damn brook report on this story and be proud of it. This story is just... ugh *ultimate chefs kiss*.

#2- Rights and Wrongs series by @lovesbitca8 

The Right Thing To Do, All the Wrong Things, and The Auction are my absolute favorite pieces of writing ever. Draco Malfoy in this series is my horny king, and the best Draco in everything I’ve read. The Auction has a special place in my heart because of hard Hermione works to stay alive and keep the Malfoys alive, as well. All the characters in each story are so well written, especially the Malfoys, and I cannot express how in love I am with each little plot detail and connection between the stories.   

#3- Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing

I recently read this story and I cannot get enough of it. This is first fic I’ve read with a wedding scene (two scenes!!) and I cannot put it in words of how perfect it is. This story is all about the love Draco and Hermione have for each other, and it has set such unrealistic expectations for me...ugh. Every chapter had me smiling like an idiot and I could not put it down. 

#4- Cruel and Beautiful World by Lena Phoria 

I am so happy that Lena Phoria turned this fanfiction into a book, but nothing beats the original characters in this story. The way I fell in love with all the characters (except Voldemort, gross) is immaculate. This story deals with a lot of trauma and heavy topics, but the plot and the characters are just too good. Draco is a sweetheart and absolutely whipped for Hermione, but they need each other. I have never laughed so hard while reading a dark AU fic, and this story made my abs hurt. Definitely one to read.

#5- All You Want by @senlinyu

Holy shit. This story has the best smut I have ever read. The way senlinyu describes what's happening to Alpha Draco and Omega Hermione during sex makes me laugh out loud. It is so so good and so so sexy. It is such a fun story to read, and that’s why I love it so much. 

#6- Breath mints / Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm

This story is the definition of toxicity, but honestly, it’s still so good. Both Hermione and Draco are changed after the war, and they fall in love by rage, sex, and protection of one another. Hermione does not give a single damn about what people may say about her, and Draco just wants her to be happy (although it does take a while for him to see what that really means). Plot and characters are amazing, and the ending is *chefs kiss*.

#7- Isolation by Bex-chan 

The first Dramione fanfiction I’ve ever read, and it has a very special place in my heart. I didn’t think I would like reading Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fanfiction, but this story changed my mind and led to my spiral of reading such amazing stories. Such an amazing read, and I love seeing Draco grow into a man that Hermione deserves and loves. This story is iconic.

#8- Hunted by Bex-chan

Another superb story by Bex-chan. A Romance/Mystery story after the war and Draco and Hermione fall in love... hard. They are great together and the plot is amazing. This story is another iconic one for me.

#9- Love and Other Misfortunes by @senlinyu

Another great piece of work from the Queen herself, senlinyu. Draco is so stubborn it hurts, but it’s okay because Hermione is there to save the day (duh). Love these two and the romance between them in this story. Also, Veela Draco with wings and fangs is too much for me. Not that it’s important or anything, but the smut level is through the roof. Love it.

#10- Bring Him to His Knees by @willhavetheirtrinkets

Auror Draco and Auror Harry are an iconic duo. I love how intricate Draco is in this story, and how his past still very much affects his present, but Hermione helps him a lot, and it shows just how much they care for each other. Hermione and Draco dance around each other until they realize *wait* they have feelings for each other! It is not complete yet, but I do check every week or so for updates because it has a good murder mystery plot and a fabulous Dramione. 

#11- The Risk-Reward Ratio by MissiAmphetamine

War fic, and honestly one of my favorite ones. Draco sucks up his pride and goes to the Order for help, and Hermione is the only one who truly excepts him. Draco is a stubborn bastard in this story, but he makes up for it. The scenes are so real, and neither character is perfect, but you’ll see how far they are willing to go for each other. 

#12- The Just World Fallacy by MissiAmphetamine

Sequel to The Risk-Reward Ratio, and this one is tough. Still so good, but deals with torture, PTSD, rape, and more heavy topics. The love that still stands between Draco and Hermione even after all that they have been through together is beautiful. I love this story, and I love seeing how each character grows into their own person while during a war.

#13- Broken by @inadaze22

I have never cried so much while reading a story. This story made ME feel broken because Hermione is quite literally shattered, but so is Draco. It’s a story that makes you feel so many things at once and it is beautiful. Super slow-burn, but in the end, Hermione and Draco are meant to be together. 

#14- This World or Any Other series by @olivieblake

Clean and Marked are incredible stories with a rollercoaster twist. I love each character in this series, and the love that Hermione has for Draco, and vice versa, is the most powerful thing in this universe. The relationship starts with a potion assignment and just extends through there. I love their characters so much alongside the secondary characters and it makes the story so interesting. 6th year Hogwarts and continues with the war, but Draco and Hermione are always there for each other no matter what. 

#15- The Eagles Nest by HeartOfApsen

Ravenclaw Draco and Hermione, 8th year, and Alchemy. This story is so complex, and I couldn’t stop reading it. I love both Draco and Hermione and how they work to settle a problem together. Also seeing all the secret rooms in Hogwarts was another compelling aspect of the story that I loved. They know they need each other, and them being nerds and all, school is what brings them together in the end.

#16- Almost Perfect, Almost Yours by BelleOfSummer

I could not put down this story. No matter how much it angered me, and no matter how much I wanted to throw my laptop at the wall, I couldn’t stop reading. The plot is so interesting where Hermione is raised by a Pureblood family, but she was adopted from muggles, so she is Muggleborn. All the while her and Draco fall in love through their teen years and go through a war together. Hermione is a bad bitch and Draco is whipped (maybe not in a good way). They experience so much together, and in the end, you learn to love them for who they are.

#17- The Green Girl by @colubrina

Hermione is sorted into Slytherin and makes all new friends that do not include Harry Potter or Ronald Weasley. I freaking love this story because Hermione is a literal Queen, and the story itself is so well written. I don’t usually read T-rated works, but I could not put this one down because it has such an interesting plot.

#18- Erised Effect by @adaprix

Smut, smut, and more smut with such a cute plot. I love little Hermione as a bad bitch and big dick Draco as a little softy. I was hooked from the first chapter and it was so crazy. The sex scenes in this are just... *fans self*. This story is a rollercoaster of smut, but Draco and Hermione are my all time favs in this.

#19- Every Day, a Little Death by @lovesbitca8

Draco tries everything to satisfy Hermione, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Such a cute story with such a cute relationship. Hermione doesn’t mean to fall in love, but alas, Draco is a sex God and it was inevitable. I love this story!

#20- Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan

A dark AU where Draco is mesmerized by Hermione and her will to stay alive. Their love is so strong, but alas, Draco is a stubborn bastard. This story is an emotional rollercoaster and another story where I could not put it down. Also *spoiler* some family drama going on throughout the story. 

#21- Bond by MrBenzedrine89

*fans self* again because this story is incredible. Love the smut, love the club, love the love between Draco and Hermione. Super interesting details in this story with Draco, Hermione, and the infamous Bond club. Loved reading this story.

I fell down a rabbit whole of Dramione stories this year, and it made me ignore everything I had to in my life just to read them. I can’t wait to see more stories this year and procrastinate my life by reading these stories!

[imaeraser]

Hello!

I really love your headcannons about Strawhats with Teen reader, that's why...

If you don't mind - Can I ask for Platonic Strawhats with Female! Teen reader that tend to be the quietest in the crew because of her shyness?

I also had and the next idea after this one- but I don't want to overwhelm you with it. Take care of yourself!

Have a nice day!

Sorry for the wait, here you go!

Luffy

He was intrigued by you

That’s why he forced you onto his ship. And then he realized that instead of having a convoluted backstory, you were shy

And quite honestly it was refreshing

Even though he likes being around Chopper and Usopp and be loud as heck, he likes spending time with you

You balance him out

And even though you’re not an adult, he’ll go to you for advice. This makes the rest of the crew confused (and low-key mad) because he doesn't want their advice

But most of the time he doesn’t take your advice anyways

I think that you two are close, seeing as he is endlessly extroverted and will break through your walls no matter how hard you try

Most of the time he leaves you to your own devices, but he will drag you to large parties and make you feel as welcome as possible

He does the same on the ship, but that was never a problem anyways because everyone likes you

Feels the need to protect you, not only because you’re a member of the crew, but also because you’re the youngest

10/10 I can see him giving you some of his food (only some)

Zoro

Ultimate big brother vibes

Likes to go to you for a quiet space because the ship can be loud

So he spends a lot of time with you… sleeping

He also half-asks questions to fill up the space and gets to know you pretty well

He also feels a need to protect you since he sees you as kinda weak (but almost everyone is weaker compared to him)

He will also feel the need to shield you from the craziness of the ship

Like sir, it’s nice that you care, but they can take care of themselves too you know?

Doesn't incorporate you into the crew since… he’s mostly sleeping. But he would try, and he would fail because they already like you

Cue him being shocked that he wasn’t your only friend on board, but to be fair he is sleeping most of the time and not watching you

He likes the calmness you bring to the ship, good for his meditation sessions (but I don't think you want to just sit there why he meditates)

I can see you having fun with him and Chopper, maybe play a board game

8/10 calm down sir, they can take care of themselves

Nami

She’s like the cool and fun older sister

She likes to dress you up in her old clothes, and then gush about how cute you look (no, not her super tiny bikinis)

She takes it onto herself to guide you through… whatever I guess

Also feels the need to protect you from dudes

I think that she gives good advice, but when combined with Robin the two of them give life-altering wisdom

You can go to her for anything from how to sew to how to manipulate people

Always gives you juice when the crew starts drinking

If the ship starts to get too rowdy she will shout at everyone to keep it down, and then turn to smile at you as if her actions were for you

She will share her tangerines with you

I think that she wants to protect you, but is frustrated at the fact that she can’t be as strong as the Monster trio (but everything works out in the end)

If you borrow money from her, she will reduce the interest (only by a little)

9/10 only downside is the interest (if you ever borrow money)

Usopp

He was high-key suspicious of you

To be fair he is suspicious of anyone and everything, and seeing as you were quiet he was on the edge

But after you saved his life, he gets all buddy-buddy (really Usopp? You got saved by a teenager)

I think the two of you would get to know each other when he’s working on a new invention, and you guys are having idle chatter

Now he tried to act like a cool older brother. Always ready to swoop in and talk about his “accomplishments”

He will do just about anything to make you laugh

I can see some crazy (but fun) times with him, Chopper, and Luffy

He would give bad advice, but occasionally he does have some piece of wisdom

He would try to protect you, but… yeah

He ends up feeling bad, and incompetent. But tell him that he was amazing or something and he’ll be fine

I think he would get frustrated when you beat him at a game of cards

10/10 he is just so fun to be around

Sanji

Also acts like an older brother

He tries to protect you from guys, saying that they’re all dogs (but then you point out that he’s a guy)

This also means he tries to limit your time around Zoro, saying that he’s a bad influence

Then the two start to fight and right as they pull you into it, Nami hits both of them and carries you off to eat or something

Gives you more food because you’re still growing

He is a surprisingly good listener and when he chimes in his advice are always good

And like all of the crew, he will try to protect you from danger (ma’am you are still a teen, why are you on this ship? Oh wait, Luffy…)

I said he acts like your older brother, but he also acts like a proud dad sometimes

Like sir, why are you crying? All they did was perform twinkle twinkle little star on the piano (Brook taught you)

He also tries to restrain his pervert tendencies around you, but when they inevitably happen he can’t look you in the eyes for several days (he also smokes more. It gets to a point where you have to confront him)

He also teaches you how to cook

8/10 he can get a little extra sometimes

Chopper

If things get too crazy on the ship, he likes to go to you

I feel like he would try to act like a big brother, but you would just pet him (sorry Chopper)

I can see Chopper trying to get you to socialize more with the crew. Just drags you out with his tiny Reindeer paws

I can see you confiding in him a lot because it’s kinda like venting to a stuffed animal (again, sorry Chopper)

He gives (almost) child-like advice, but it’s so simple and it always works

I think you would beat both him and Usopp at games, and then they would proceed to chase you around

He would try to protect you, but he also knows that you need to push yourself to get stronger, so he lets you fight some of your fights

When you end up hurt, he always makes sure to be extra vigilant with your care

I believe that you would also try to protect him, but his pride would end up hurt

I think you two would spend a lot of time in his office for a quiet place to read (and for him to do work)

He makes you help him organize stuff

10/10 a great duo

Robin

She is the kind older sister

She is such a good listener, and her advice would solve all of the world's problems

If things get crazy on the ship, you go to her. She has the presence of calm around her that just soothes you

I think she would also like to participate in dressing you up with Nami. That means you get to wear Nami’s old clothes and Robin’s old clothes

Robin always has an extra book and cup of tea reserved for you. Tea times are when you two like to ramble about anything and everything. This is also the place where you can vent and the both of you talk about your past

She would like to teach you about world history, while you listen and ask questions

She would try to teach you how to read one glyph, but if it’s too hard she stops (and low-key gets sad)

Robin also lets you help her garden. She enjoys having a person keep her company while she does the things that make her happy

She thinks that you are too adorable, and that also makes her go into a momma bear mode when she thinks you are in danger

She will yell at crew members, and she will annihilate the enemies

Robin sees you in a similar way to Chopper, so if you say something dirty or cuss, her image of you will be ruined

10/10 she is perfection

Franky

I see him as a weird uncle figure

He mostly hides in his workshop and creates weird but cool inventions while you watch him and ask what he is doing

I don’t see you two talking about important things, just you two having fun and making jokes

He is fun to watch, but when he tries to get you to participate— it’s even more fun

I can see Robin trying to shield you from him (hey, he says he’s a pervert)

He would share his cola with you (I can see some very fun crew bonding time when everyone gets cola and huddles around Franky’s new invention)

Franky is the opposite of shy, so sometimes it gets to be a bit too much

Like sir, please leave them alone for one second

I think that Franky and Usopp would try to teach you how to make things

And if you like to prank people… they’ve created a monster

Expect all three of you to get yelled at

8/10 pretty good, but he does say some stuff that you don’t get sometimes

Brook

Another weird uncle

When he asked to see your panties, both Robin and Nami slapped him so hard, he had flown off

He never asked again

I can see him joining in on the Robin history over tea, and add things in he knows from living during the period (dang he’s old)

He occasionally makes the tea you three drink

I think he would try to teach you how to use a sword, and then get yelled at so he teaches you to play instruments instead

He’s a surprisingly easy-going teacher, if you don’t practice he’s not mad. He just assumes you don't want to learn. That means he won’t teach you, which leads you to practice

He would let you peek inside of his skull and then jumpscare you. It works every time

Brook would tell you about what he did during the two-year time skip, all while you’re laughing at the fact they called him Satan

I think that being around you and Luffy would make him remember his days as a teen

Starts to get all weary like a dad (and just like Sanji)

7/10 rough start, but good ending

Jinbei

He is the dad (not like, is)

He is always concerned for your health, and whether you should be fighting or not

He told Luffy that it was ridiculous to bring a teen on board, but then he realized Luffy is only 19…

Jinbei is always there to make sure you feel included, and will often leave the crew’s festivities just to hang out with you

Honestly, his old man self likes the quiet you bring

If you ask him, he’ll tell you about Fishman history (also over Robin History Tea Times)

100% tries to protect you. I think that can make you frustrated at times, but he has saved you so you can’t be too mad

So he teaches you Fishman Karate (it gets Robin’s stamp of approval because there are no sharp objects)

Jinbei gives the best advice, again dad and old man

He’s able to see different perspectives and tell you the best course of action (that gets annoying when you just want him to take your side, but you have Nami and Robin for that)

Also is proud of you when you achieve something (part of the tears dad group)

10/10 every group needs a parent figure

[the-feral-and-unhinged-coyote]

Death's Angel [Avatar of Anubis] Chapter 2

[Art By: Me!]

[Mood board for today's Chapter]

6:00 snooze

6:30 snooze

7:00 snooze

7:30 snooze

8:00

"Shit"

Quickly as possible Iris shuffling herself out of bed sighing as she was forced out of the comfort of her bed by the sound of her alarm. Not quite ready to start the day she got ready for work. Half asleep, she quickly wandered around her apartment collecting things she needed and stuffing them in her bag, finally deciding it was time to eat. She reached for a granola bar. Opening her granola bar she headed for the door grabbing her bag, turning around making sure she didn't forget anything which she tends to do more than she'd like to admit. Walking down the hallway she came across one of her old lady neighbors at the elevators.

"Good Morning"

"You look tired deary"

"yeah I am, actually i got a full night's sleep but I'm still so tired." Iris said

"Seems like maybe stress" the elder lady replied.

"Maybe it comes  in waves, if you know what I mean." Iris sighs combing her hair back.  Her older neighbor lady who stood next to Iris stared at her confused on who she was talking to, the older woman hadn't said a word.

 "Oop this is me" Iris smiled as the elevator door opened. Looking back, the previous person she was talking to wasn't there.

 "Damn not again." Iris sighed awkwardly smiling as she waved to the old lady who only looked at her like she was crazy. Holding tight to her bag she walked out of the apartment complex lobby making her was to the museum.

Jogging up the many steps she stopped when she heard the Egyptian deity of death speak calmly as he sat on the roof of the museum

"You better hurry, looks like you have a fairly large tour group today."

"Great, great, great."she panicked as she ran through the doorway as she tried to avoid her boss Donna who was busy scolding Steven Grant.

"And where do you think you're going?" Donna asked annoyance dripping from her words.

Slowly taking a few steps backwards till she was standing next to Steven, she looked anywhere but Donna.

"I'm really sorry I'm only-" glancing down at her watch "Oh, um 10 minutes late?" Iris awkwardly smiled as she looked up and met Donna's stern gaze. "You say that every time thought by now you would have learned."

"Yes well traffic was quite terrible this morning" Iris claimed as she looked over to Steven for reassurance "Yeh" Steven nodded in agreeance

"I don't bloody care if it's raining cats and dogs, tours start at 9:00 not 9:15 not 9:20. Your supposed to be here before 9:00" Donna sneered

"Right won't let it happen again." Iris reassured her

"Right...Now get to work, you aren't being paid to just stand around." She whisper yelled at the exhausted duo in front of her.

Iris nodded as she walked around Donna towards the gift shop to put her bag down,rolling her eyes once she was sure Donna couldn't see her. In the distance she could here Donna saying "Stevie go but those hippos up on display."

Speed walking over to her tour groups, she gave Steven a sympathetic smile.

"Welcome everyone, My names Iris and I'll be your tour guide for today." she smiled at her group as she lead them through the museum. Occasionally looking over at a bored and tired Steven, watching as he more than likely was telling a customer facts about some figurine they bought. Smiling at her self she continued the tours.

"Over here this mural demonstrates the weighing of the hearts."

"The Egyptians believed you needed your heart to be judged in the afterlife, this takes place in the Duat, the Egyptian underworld. Where Anubis would guide the souls to the scale of justice. Then the scales will determine if they go to the field of reeds or get devoured by Ammit!" Iris painted the scenes for the visitors excitedly.

"Sounds scary" a younger school girl almost whispered.

"Actually it's quite a beautiful process and can at time be very rewarding but also very sad. Oh and despite popular beliefs Anubis is no villain or in any way cruel to the souls that pass through the Duat." Iris explained to the little girl as her whole tour group looked at her with disbelief.

"How would you know" an older lady finally chimed in,.

"Oh well I could only imagine that's how it would be ." Iris realized what she did and tried to correct herself.

"Telling fairy tales to visitors again, are we?" Donna asked as she approached from behind Iris.

"N-"

"Yes she is. She acts like the story she's telling about the weighing of the hearts is true. We all know mythology isn't real, she's just filling children's heads with fairy tales."

Insolent woman

"Everyone knows it's not real, it's mythology none of these gods exist. Everyone knows theirs only one god." The older woman ignorantly argued again.

"Your an

IGNORANT FOOL

If you believe that." Iris said as Anubis growled behind her clearly offended

"All I was doing was enriching the tour's experience by making it more enjoyable." Iris argued getting annoyed.

"Okay that's enough for you, John, come cover for Iris." Donna ordered as she grabbed Iris by the arm dragging her in the direction of the gift shop.

"This is the second time, picking fights with visitors this week, telling fairy tales as if they are truths, it's unprofessional. I mean really?" Donna rambled on.

"So what? Are you gonna fire me?" Iris questioned confidently

"No, your gonna help run the gift shop with Steven and neither one of ya's gonna go near another visitor, do I make myself bloody clear?"

"Yes Donna" both Steven and Iris replied as Donna left.

"Okay I'm not sure what's going on but you look upset." Steven glanced over at her.

"Not upset just annoyed at the stupidity of others" Iris responded as she moved behind the counter.

"Oh yeh totally understand." He smiled at her as he put a hand on her shoulder, the two smiled at each other as they prepared themselves for the incoming school group that started showing interest in the gift shop.

[A/N:Okay so this chapter is kinda a mess lol, but I'm trying to illustrate Iris's work life and trying to introduce Steven~ I will try to post again later today or tomorrow.

Please comment what you guys think or what you think I can improve on]

FUN FACTS:

*Iris can see the wandering souls on earth, they look like normal people and she can't tell the dead and living apart. So she is often seen talking to herself(when she's really talking to a "ghost")

*Iris tend to talk about Anubis to her tour guides and more often than not there's a Karen that gets her into trouble.

*Anubis is pretty tolerant but he too gets annoyed with Karen very easily

   Questions:

Should Iris have a date also and gets stood up or should they be a ghost ? or no?

@leighanne03

[river-bottom-nightmare]

an (incomplete) list of things kon can do because lex luthor is his dad that people always forget about:

#1 : math - he's fifteen, and math comes easy to him (unlike a lot of people his age, or at least, his visible age.) a lot of things come easy to him, because when you have all knowledge in the known universe downloaded into your brain, things like advanced math don't bother you very much.

but it bothers his friends, because bart loses interest about three seconds into the assignments, cassie groans anytime "homework" is brought up in general, and tim hates the concept and execution of math so much that he'd rather hide in kon's room where he thinks no one will look for him instead of even cracking open a textbook.

but kon's pretty sure being a hero means you don't need any real world skills, and after his initial hesitation and disagreements, he realized that he genuinely wants these people to like him, to be friends with him. their math homework is easier than a breeze to complete.

#2 : tying a tie the ~fancy~ way - he's nineteen, and his fingers flow through a silk tie like a fish through water. the motions are beyond familiar, he could do them in his sleep. so is the action of pulling on a suit, pressing his collar, arranging his hair into a neat style. he's timothy drake-wayne's date tonight, and he needs to look the part. fortunately, luthor taught him how to look the part a long the ago.

the party itself is,,,,pleasant, he supposes. he spends most of the time as arm candy, tim's pretty little thing as his boyfriend sweet-talked investors and networked. but they both know that the tipsier people are, the easier they let slip secrets to someone they believe won't understand them, and kon gathers a wealth of information by the time he meets up with tim by the appetizer bar right before dinner.

tim tugs him close by his tie and kisses his cheek, then laughs when kon discreetly but disgustedly spits out the pickled salmon cracker toppings.

#3 : educated debating - he's sixteen, and in an argument with tim that's gone so off the rails that kon can't even remember what they were fighting about in the first place. wherever they started, they were here, now, kon on top of a table in an ice cream parlour screaming about how a socialist approach to taxes would boost the lower class, tim on top of a barstool screaming right back about how the middle class are the only ones paying taxes and socialism would only put more weight on their shoulders.

both of them are this close to busting out laughing, and the only reason they haven't been thrown out is because the employee behind the counter is frantically taking notes. kon can see it in tim's eyes, see the way the younger boy didn't expect to hold such a passionate and intense debate with him, didn't expect kon to be capable of it. it's a pleasant surprise, though; that much is evident in tim's barely-hidden grin.

the debate comes to a pause when bart smacks him with a spoon and tells him off for stepping on the speedster's ice cream, and the tiredness with which he collapses back into the booth is a good one.

#4 : efficient + effective workplace supervision - he's twenty, and wondering how in the hell people hadn't murdered the entirety of young justice when it was first founded. bart had graduated to being the flash's full time sidekick, and though he came to visit often, it wasn't the same. gotham was almost always on the verge of imminent disaster these days, and tim was one of the few ropes holding it together. kon missed him like crazy, but his few visits were all the boy could spare. cassie was in charge now, and she was a wonderful leader, but busy, always smoothing over relations between the team and the justice league and civilian offices.

so, somehow, that left kon to be the den mother to all the new younger kids, and somehow, kon was good at it. he knew exactly what to say to get people to listen to his commands, telling them to work on this or work on that, train for this and practice that. he tells them when to get some sleep and let the weight of the day roll off their shoulders, and when to push themselves to raise them higher than they ever thought they could go. unexpectedly, he finds himself liking it.

#5 : the splits

#6 : colour schemes + interior decorating - he's twenty-one, and tim's finally deciding to turn the nest into a home. bart, who had spent the last couple of years bouncing between allen-west-mercury households and was therefore accustomed to a home with a fire of love reaching every corner and every member of the family, was appalled. so was kon, honestly.

the penthouse that tim worked out of was cold and impersonal, sleek lines that angles that matched the limbs and contours of tim's body. but the shadows around tim's eyes had lessed over the past few years, his smile coming to his lips almost as easy as when young justice first learned how to work together. all it took was a little encouragement from cassie, and suddenly, all four of them were involved in a home renovation project.

cassie churned out ikea furniture like it was nothing, the three of them taking a break from their jobs to just watch her as she lifted one of their hardwood bookshelves with one hand. bart bought home goods and essentials from various department stores and ran around, stocking the house with them wherever he felt a saucepan needed to be hung (near the coat hanger) or a candle holder needed to be placed (on the kitchen barstools, because apparently those were decorative anyway).

kon, meanwhile, decorated. he painted rooms and bought curtains and pillows, yes. but he also sorted through every single souvenir and memory the four of them had managed to accumulate over the years, photographs and hacked-off pieces of giant robots and saved movie tickets and broken weapons. he gets his hands on everything he can find, then fills up tim's nest until it's brimming with a cosy warmth made up of the four of them.

still, it's an obnoxiously large penthouse, so there's empty and open space left over even after redecorating. it's tim who takes a breath and works up the courage to tell them, not ask but tell them, that he wanted each of them to have their own bedroom. so bart takes the largest guest room and turns it into an explosion of colour, and cassie spends too much time decorating a room that she won't even live in most of the time. kon conspicuously notes how tim doesn't bother giving kon a room, just dumps kon's backpack on his bed and clears room in his own closet. he does wrap tim in a ttk hug though, from all the way across the room, and drinks in tim's red flush.

#7 : speed reading (no powers) - he's seventeen, and just now realizing how competitive his best friends are. cassie had long since resigned herself to being the judge and the hander-outer-of-prizes (candy from the nearest convenience store) for the speed-reading competition, but tim, kon, and bart were still in the running.

eventually, though, the pressure from holding back his powers grew too strong, and bart slumped against the back of the sofa, mournfully opening his mouth so cassie could drop a candy into it.

and then there were two.

kon thought back to the confrontation that had started this contest in the first place, robin's offhand comment about how he had to be the one to collect the data files from the company office they were infiltrating, because he was the only one who could speed-read and retain information. that had spiraled into an argument, then a challenge, then a competition, with a clear rule not to use any powers.

kon darted his eyes across the page, soaking up every word, the pages like tiny knives on the pads of his fingers as he turned them. he lost track of the page count, just reading and reading and reading until he tried to turn the page and realized there wasn't a next one. he yelled in triumph, reveling in tim's defeated groan, and settled in for cassie's quiz on the contents of the book.

#8 : sophisticated meal and wine palette - he was twenty-two, and discovering that he really, really liked tim's shocked face. they'd been friends for years now, childish hatred turned into playful bantering turned into knowing each other inside out. still, every now and then, kon did something that forced tim's eyebrows high on his head, his eyes widening just the barest bit.

right now, kon was at a dinner party with the words moral support written across his forehead. tim could handle himself remarkably well, but there was tiredness lacing the smaller boy's frame, and kon could practically see the way the tips of his soul were frazzled. so kon let tim lean into his arm and whispered jokes about luna-with-the-big-ugly-purse and martonio-who-can't-do-a-combover into his ear. or, at least, he was.

somehow he'd been drawn into a good natured argument with the man sitting just two seats down from tim and kon. friendly opinions of food had been tossed back and forth, growing more and more heated until kon looked him right in the eye and said he liked prosecco with his prosciutto, internally crowing with satisfaction at their shocked silence and sighing with pity that none of the guests here would ever try that combination out of fear of deviation. once the man had regained his sensibilities, he shot back, saying the sixth course should never serve salmon, instead regaling the fish to the amusebouche or the cheese course. kon snorted and told him fish itself was going out of style, and if he wanted to impress guests at the next dinner party he hosted, he should try serving octopus.

tim's shocked face was a pleasant surprise, but seeing the stunned, controlled blinks of everyone around him as they realized he wasn't just a pretty face was satisfying as well. even more satisfying was when he and tim said their goodbyes; while waiting for the valet, tim pressed up onto the tips of his toes and whispered promisingly in kon's ear, i fucking love your competence.

#9 : manipulating people into hating him to justify his actions - he was eighteen, and he was screaming, crying, tearing his hair out. kon didn't know what he had expected. lingering fondness? grudging acceptance? maybe a small leap for a chance at love?

it didn't matter. clark didn't want anything to do with him. and he was eighteen now, which meant clark didn't need to take care of him anymore, didn't need to pretend to pay attention to him anymore. he'd made it quite clear.

maybe that was why he found himself hesitating before saying no to amanda waller's offer. he forgot about the warnings tim gave him, though, and waller pounced on that hesitation, quicker than a panther. it was easy, it was oh so easy to let himself go with her.

besides, they had a reason to hate him now. he hadn't done anything to clark. he hadn't asked to be made. but clark had wanted nothing to do with him anyway, and didn't that sting. so if people were going to turn him away now, it was going to be for something he did.

he didn't realize how bad he was spiraling, how close he was to stepping off the lighted ledge he'd been balancing on his entire life and tumbling into the darkness below. but cassie had a stronger punch than most grown superheroes, and bart had tenaciousness written into every strand of his ginormous hair, and tim gripped his jaw so hard his fingernails dug into kon's skin and told kon that he was getting his best friend back, no matter what the hell he thought he was worth.

maybe it was madness that made him throw himself forward, still wrapped in the lasso cassie borrowed from diana, practically mauling tim's lips with his own. he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to break down crying after he kissed someone, given past experience, but the three of them, his wonderful, wonderful friends, just hugged him tight, let him fight and shake and sob until all the rage was gone. it was the first time in a long while he'd done something in hopes that someone would look at him with love, not hatred.

#10 : waltzing - he was twenty-three, twenty three and giddy with how much time he had left. conner was with tim drake-wayne publicly now, so expectations were thrust onto him, expecting to be met.

kon tended to have more fun at events than tim ever did. granted, kon didn't have to deal with all of his coworkers drinking too much and exchanging money with secrets faster than drugs and asking tim whether or not his relationship meant he was open for still-young and handsome men who needed just a small escape from their wives. but tim wasn't trying very hard to enjoy himself either.

so kon was completely justified in tugging him towards the center of the room, in a patch of floor sparsely occupied, then pulling him as close as he dared. tim's panicked whisper of what!? was overridden by kon's laughter, but he muffled his sounds for a minute, letting tim hear the quiet music playing in the background (prerecorded and playing on speakers, not live).

understanding broke over tim's face, and he arched into kon's hold as easy as breathing. kon moved one of his hands to grip tim's wrist, and he twirled the two of them effortlessly, breathless at tim's flabbergasted expression. the rhythm was simple, and tim caught on quickly. one two three, one two twist, one two three, one two step, one two three, one two switch, one two three, one two three.

kon couldn't say they danced the night away, because a little while later tim took a break for a drink, then speeches were made, then dinner was served. by then, they were both entirely too tired to dance, longing for just a bed and a soft blanket and each other. but for those few minutes in the middle of a packed yet empty ballroom, kon and tim did lose themselves in the music, just a little bit.

i don't know shit about taxes or socialism. this got way longer than anticipated whoops. i'm tagging this "long post," but if someone asks me to put it under a cut, i'd be happy to

also jesus christ this thing is almost 2.5k words. im uploading it to ao3 later if i'm in the mood

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[mayaflowerxs]

NSFW Alphabet w/ Lucas

Warning: SMUTTY

DT: jojo666804 , couldn’t find your @ but thank you for the request :) enjoy!

Aftercare:

He would be both this concerned boyfriend and goofy one. He’ll be asking you if he went too hard and if you need anything but once you ask him for something he’ll say some shit like, “I dicked you down pretty good huh?😏”

Body part:

Such an ass man. He’ll literally find any excuse to touch your ass. Not just that, he’ll find anything to think of your ass. He’ll see a peach and immediately start talking about how soft your ass is when he cups them. How red and sensitive they get when he spanks them. Then you yell at him for smacking your butt so hard that the clap was heard like from miles. Now you got this stinging sensation while he’s off running away from your wrath. That stupid smirk on his face.

Cum:

He loves cumming on your back or ass. Any of the two gets him going. He thinks you look so dirty before him it’s a reminder that no matter how much you scold him for saying such intrusive things here you are re-enacting them before him.

Dirty secret:

One time you left him with blue balls that no matter how much he touched himself he couldn’t get off. So he tried humping your pillow and the poor boy cummed so hard it was embarrassing for him that he literally humped a pillow that smelled like you to climax. When you came home he lied and said he spilled orange juice in the pillow case and his washing it. A part of him felt guilty that you later fell asleep on was once covered with his cum but he then remembers how you were once face covered in his semen so he lets it go. What haunts him is you finding out oh boy he can’t live with the idea of not getting any for the next two weeks.

Experience:

I would say he’s pretty experienced. No way a boy like him isn’t getting any. Yes he’s a gentleman and all but doesn’t mean he won’t having meaningless sex every once and a while. When he did meet you though even before you two started dating that’s when he stopped entirely so he wasn’t learning anymore tricks. He did find it surprising when you came out with a few tricks on your own when you two did sleep with each other. Only making him fall deeply in love with you more.

Favorite position:

Doggy a thousand percent. He loves everything about it. Your ass, his dick sliding in and out of you. Your hair in a mess as you dig your nails into the sheets. He has easy access to everything. Your hair, ass, pussy everything. Not only that, he loves how hypercritical you are. You tell him how he’s such a dog at times and now here he is. Fucking you from behind like he’s in heat. Something that you’re letting him do.

Goofy:

He’s in the middle. He likes to tease you and crack a few jokes but once the pleasure starts there’s no more jokes. Sometimes if he really needs a good fuck he won’t even take the time to even open his mouth. Just immediately have you tossed on the bed and begins to take off his pants. Warning you to not say a word. This side of him rarely comes out but when it does you can’t help but feel a little too turned on by it. Soft boi Lucas is no where in sight.

Hair:

He keeps it trimmed. Regularly yes but there will be times where he’s just not in the mood but you never mind.

Intimacy:

This giant teddy bear loves you so so much, every time you have sex he’ll go wild on you but the very last round is where he has you on your back. Smothering you in kisses, his weight on top of you as he goes slow and soft on you. Truly leaving the message that no matter how rough he can go on you, he’ll still remind you at the end of the day just how much you truly mean to him.

Jerk off:

He jerks off quite a lot. He’s very horny. He needs you all the time. And when you are away he’ll result to jerking himself until he’s really satisfied. But when you aren’t in the mood he’ll respect that, he won’t touch himself because he feels like he should wait until you’re in that mindset as well. But when you’re telling him no simply to tease him or to punish him then he’ll usually pout at you and begin to touch himself in front of you. Knowing that in any minute you’ll crack and begin to get on your knees before him soon.

Kink:

Daddy kink. Breeding kink. BDSM and gagging. He loves how pretty you look chocking on his huge cock. Oh god and the daddy / breeding kink. There will be times where he won’t let you out of bed and just have you screaming daddy for him over and over until he gets tired of it which is almost never. Lucas also loves the idea of one day having a baby with you. Wether that’s today or ten years from now. So his breeding kink is pretty serious. If he fills you to the absolute brim with his cum every single day and you come out pregnant with like sextuplets by the end of the week he will literally not complain at all. If anything that’ll get him even more horny and fuck you again just for getting knocked up by his seed.

Location:

He’s down for wherever. No limits. In public he’s this bean that is too busy making the world laugh because of his goofiness but as soon as he has you in his arms he’s not letting go. And if his pants start tightening he’s gonna start touching you in places that has you begging for him until he’s pounding into you. He absolutely loves fucking you by a pool or a large body of water. He loves how cute you try to keep your bikini on but it’s no use because he’ll only end up ripping it off your body.

Motivation:

Scolding. You tend to scold him because he gets a bit to rowdy at times. He’s either this soft and tamed boy who all he wants is to have his baby in his arms or he’s this little shithead that will go to great lengths to get you pissy. And when you do, you start telling him off. How immature and childish he is and needs to knock it off. And by doing so, he as you bouncing on his cock. Telling you the only he can be tamed is if you shut him off by having that pretty cunt of yours wrapped around his dick.

No:

Will not do humiliation. He never understood why anyone would be into that with their partner. He couldn’t imagine doing that to you. You’re to precious to have the world see you in such a vulnerable state. Especially in a state only he can put you in no one else.

Oral:

LOVES ORAL. Oh my god there’s time where he doesn’t even want to do the actual sex thing where his dick inside your cunt so having all night with you sucking him off and him eating your pussy will do.

Pace:

He tends to go fast and hard. But on the last round he’ll go slow and deep.

Quickies:

He’s all about quickies. If it means to have him do such dirty things to you and you doing the same he’s all for it. He also loves the rush that comes with it. He’ll usually challenge you by saying shit like, “Bet I can make you come two times in 15 minutes.” Then there you guys are in the bathroom, him jackrabbiting you like crazy.

Risk:

Loves risks. He likes how whining you get trying to get him to hurry up but you’re not the one in charge. He is, he he says, happens. So if he wants to fuck you for a good hour in the bathroom then it’s gonna happen whether someone walks in or not.

Stamina:

Dude can last for like 5 rounds that’s how high his sex drive is. He also loves overstimulating himself. He likes to push his limits to pounding into you until he’s the one seeing spots and is close to blacking out.

Toys:

He can work with toys. He’s pretty freaky in bed so if a toy would be used he’ll be a lot more excited then you would’ve imagined. But he can assure you, you’ll regret bringing one out because he’ll fuck you with it all night until your gripping his hands away pleading him, ‘no more’.

Unfair:

He likes to tease you but man he absolutely loves it when you do it to him. He won’t even try to take control back. If you continuously give him a hand job but pull away before he can cum he’ll have you doing it again and again until he can’t put up with it no more.

Volume:

He’s pretty loud. It’ll start out with groans then with dirty talking. Following with moans and when he’s really at his peak he’ll start whimpering in your ears. Begging you to cum with him.

Wildcard:

One time you guys were having sex in the pool. You two went about four rounds and when you guys finally got out. His shorts and your parties where left in there. Yeah the boys were absolutely disgusted and upset that they couldn’t come home to a refreshing pool because it was covered of your guys liquids and clothes.

X-ray:

He’s big BIG. No doubt, I don’t think I need to be explicit the man is packing for real.

Yearning:

Like I said earlier, he needs you almost all the time. If he’s lucky, you two will have sex at least 5-6 times a week. If you are also as needy as him it can even go up to 8-9 times a day. When he’s busy it’ll go down to 3-4 and even 0 if he’s flying places. Still he’ll find ways to have you two doing naughty things whether you two are face to face or not.

Zzz:

He’s out every time. He’s very creative in bed, it’s never a plain vanilla sex with him. So when he’s done for real he’ll be out like a light in 4 minutes tops.

[honey-coloured-passion]

dream smp high school au and what they'd teach:

i had to get it out of my system but i'm so happy with how these turned out

mr notfound: engineering (the engineering teacher never really teaches and kinda sits in his office but the entire school simps for him so there's always a teacher hanging with him. his curriculum is free form and an easy A but genuinely pretty damn fun)

mr. nap: gym (hes the nice gym teacher who says screw the pacer test and rope climbing and you guys just play basketball after running like 2 laps. he's super gullible and will let anyone sit out for any semblance of pain. that is until the film teacher comes into the gym, then he's a tryhard beating freshman up to make layups on lowered hoops)

mr. wastaken: physics (the coolest class that always does crazy expiriments with large falling objects and questionable usage of dry ice, people always think his experiments are fake but he'll be the first to give a class long lecture on why every single piece of his work is 100% accurate. there was this one incident when he used the engineering teacher to explain torque and it ended with mr. notfound being caught in his arms. there's pictures but he still denys it.)

mr. blade: advanced english lit (mr. blade has no time for freshmen and if he does like a frosh into his class they've gotta he the damn best. his class is based on old literature analysis and storytelling. his favorite unit being greek mythology. most of his assignments aren't just boring essays or stressful discussion. no one truly knows what mr. blades class is like until you've taken it, they're often heard chanting "blood for the blood god" before exams but the principal is yet to do anything about it.)

mr. awsamdude: comp sci/coding (sam is the teacher everyone adores, there's usually at least two people crying in his office before and after school but he always knows what will cheer them up! he tries to work closely with mr. notfound but he's busy with the physics prof so sam has gotten really close with his TA tubbo. they do all kinds of coding competitions and his class is known to be a safe haven for students of all kinds- "coding is for everyone!" he always chants)

ms. nihachu: art (known for the classroom with the best vibes niki insists on dropping the ms. and formalitys. she's the teacher with lofi playing and bean bags and couches in her beautifully decorated classroom. she has an open classroom meaning anyone can come in anytime and she is dedicated to making sure no one eats lunch alone. a couple times a year she goes on a huge rant about loving oneself and the value of not judging others, needless to say everyone adores her - especially the theatre kids as her class is constantly helping them with set design)

mr. soot: music/theatre (does he have a degree? unknown. does he teach anything besides music? couldnt tell ya. mr soot roams the halls during class hours that aren't his one choir period; popping into various classes to pretend to be a student or just all around goof off. his theatre program however, one of the best. he makes the most extravagant plays and musicals with barely any budget. after his show goes on he goes dark for like 2 weeks straight "recuperating" but no one questions because that kind of genius needs resting)

mr. frost: math (ant and red would TOTALLY teach math together and it would be so cute everyone would see them walk in and out of school together and ship them and their classroom would be a safe space for people to come out or even just hangout. ant would be a crazy good teacher who is understanding and not one of those asshole math teachers. he's the one everyone always wants to have haha)

mr. jacobs: film/freshman history (mr jacobs is the freshman heartthrob and senior best friend. he teaches film as history, film as lit, and frosh history - basically the easiest classes, but he makes them the most fun. in his lit classes they watch cartoons and search for literature similarities or historical evidence. in his history classes he goes on grand lectures often standing on tables to reenact his favorite history moments. occasionally he brings in his friends to re create a massive fight in front of all the history classes, it's scuffed but everyone always looks forward to them)

ms. puffy: head counselor (ms puffy is the sweetest soul and often is helping students with everything from their personal lives to college. she assigns the TA's and classrooms and works closely with mr minecraft to make the school as conducive of a learning environment as possible.)

mr. minecraft: the principal, the big man himself, mr fuckin minecraft. (he constantly looks sleep deprived and exhausted but he loves the students and teachers with his whole heart. he takes no shit from annoying parents or asshole students and is known to ban the entitled cruel students from all his favorite teachers classes, leaving them with the worst teachers. usually he can be found telling dream he can't have more money for explosives, begging wilbur to sleep and rest, and telling techno he's gonna have to teach a english 9 class eventually. that and dealing with his new TA's.)

our lovely teacher assistants:

ranboo: english TA (thought he was gonna get art with niki but puffy out him with the blade. originally he was terrified but he's growing on mr. blade with his deep analytical thoughts and similar dry humor. granted- he does have the most work of all the TA's because mr. blade makes him grade all the multiple choice tests, but he's really starting to love the english classroom.)

tubbo: comp sci TA (tubbo had been begging to be sam's TA since freshman year where he took almost all the coding classes in one year. plus, the computer science room is right next to the physics room in the science wing so he can pop over and see tommy all the time. tubbo and sam stay in the computer lab way later than philza should allow but they've made magnificent codes for the school. everytime tubbo points out he's graduating soon sam starts to tear up, but he knows tubbos gonna do big things, he's just gonna miss his goofy TA.)

tommy: physics TA (the pounding philza got on his office door when tommy didn't get wilbur was ground shaking. puffy and philza calmly explained that tommy has a knack for physics if he would just focus and genuinely learn from dream. "big D" as tommy calls him, wasnt jazzed either. their year as TA and teacher started rocky but dream would come to realize that tommy is more talented than he lets on and after speaking to wilbur and puffy he realized there was a damn good reason he was given tommy. he took it upon himself to turn tommy into the best student he could be. and tommy isn't one to back down from a fight. little did he know this year would be the best year yet.)

i'm so happy with this and i actually think i might expand it idkkkk :)))

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts

Part 23:

Smirking, you hit send, already knowing your response would get him riled up.

You could imagine the look on his face, his pinched eyebrows and the slight tilt of his grimace. The red of his unamused eyes and the clenched set of his annoyed jaw. 

It was thoughts like those that led you to text him- not even ten minutes after you had left. You’d blame it on how boring being in a taxi was- but you knew the truth. You just weren’t ready to say good night to him yet. 

You snorted.

Sometimes it slipped your mind just how juvenile and funny Bakugou could be- but he never really let you forget for long.

You let out a full on laugh this time- eyes scanning to re-read and re-read a, quite frankly, unbelievable, text.

You suppose it was your fault though, you can’t exactly act surprised when Bakugou has already proven himself to be notoriously bad at saying sorry.

A pause. A long pause. 

And then a flurry of angry texts that arrive faster than you can read them.

Incoming Call - Bakugou :)) 9:21

You smirk, hardly surprised he reacted. The only thing Bakugou liked more than arguing with you, you had come to learn, was hearing you sing his praises. And- since you cut those short, all there was left for him to do was yell at you.

You were surprised that he called you though, and you picked up with an easy smile.

“You really enjoy gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves, hah?”

“Aww, Bakugou, you called me!”

“I told you I didn’t fuckin’ like that, idiot. Quit it already.”

“Which part- the making fun of you, or the calling you by your last name?” You ask cheekily. “I’m an idiot, you know, so you have to be real specific!”

“Wow, look at you,” Bakugou scoffs. “All fuckin’ happy and cheery. Hilarious.”

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, angry man!” You tease. “Today was a good day, wasn’t it?”

He’s quiet for a couple seconds.

“You were cryin’.” He huffs, voice low and- guilty? “How fuckin’ happy could it really have been?”

You blink, blindsided once again by how much he cares. You suppose you really shouldn’t have been surprised at this point- but then again, your soulmate does seem to be pretty invested in hiding it.

“I was- I know.” You say softly. “Still a good day, though. Still good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You smile, settling back in your seat. “I didn’t set your healing back too much, right?”

“No. Fuckin’ course not.” He grumbles. “What? Think I’m a goddamn weakling or something?”

“No, no- of course not. Just wanted to ask is all.”

“I’m good.” Bakugou says, but something in his voice sounds a little more tired than normal. “Fuckin’ better than ever, sunshine.”

“I-I like when you call me that.” You flush, leaning your head against the window. “Sunshine, I mean.”

Bakugou scoffs again, but you sort of think it sounds like a laugh.

“Course you’d take it as a compliment.” He gripes, but the exhaustion slips into his voice again. “Fuckin’ dork.”

“Hey! I am not!” You whine, but then you pause, lowering your voice a little. “Hey- Kasuki?”

He only hums in response.

“You sound a little tired? You all good, angry man?”

“It’s like 9:30- usually asleep by now ‘sall.” He breathes out, words more subdued than you’re used to. “I’m good, though.”

“You sure? Because I can hang up! I’m sure I’ve already exhausted you so much today, so it’s totally okay if-“

“Stay on the fuckin’ phone, idiot.”

Bakugou calls you a name- that same name, idiot, that he’s called you since day one; but something feels different about it this time.

Maybe it’s the sleep in his voice, or the way he’s finally not yelling anymore, but you think you finally begin to see the name for what it is: Familarity. Fondness. Affection- if only in that specific Bakugou Katsuki brand of plausible deniability.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay- I can do that.” You answer easily.

“You actually listenin’ to me?” He says sleepily, words almost slurring as they leave his mouth. “Didn’t know you could fuckin’ do that.”

“Hey, I gotta listen to somebody at some point today- I certainly didn’t listen to Kirishima earlier.”

“Yeah, that was a fuckin’ good choice, though. He was bein’ an ass. Made me mad.”

“It wasn’t his fault, I don’t think he knew. So don’t get too mad at him.” You smile. “He seems like a good friend, though. I like him.”

“That’s- don’t say that.” He grumbles. “Annoys the hell outta me.”

You rolled your eyes but your chest warms.

“Chill out, you know I like you more, angry man.”

You expected him to deny it; to argue and scream and rebuff your insinuation by all means necessary- but he doesn’t.

“Damn straight, shitty woman.”

“You know what,” You laugh. “I’m just gonna let that last mean name go. I’m feelin’ pretty generous today.”

“Why?”

“Special occasion.”

“Whatsa- what’sa,” His voice is barely there, all grumble and drowsiness. “Whatsa special occasion?”

“Meeting my soulmate.”

“Mhm.”

Bakugou’s barely responsive at this point, but it doesn’t bother you. You decide then, in the back of a taxi, that you appreciate the sound of his breathing more than anyone else’s. More than your own, even.

“Yep- he’s loud, like super loud. Angry too. Super angry.” You say indulgently. “But he’s good. Really good.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but you hear his breathing beginning to slow a little, and he grumbles. You can’t keep the smile out of your voice as you continue.

“And, apparently he’s pretty heroic too. Saves kids and defeats villians and nearly kills himself while he’s at it. Isn’t that crazy?” You lower your voice, nearly whispering. “I’m super proud of him though- I could never do that.”

You pause, listening to the soft breathes coming through you’re phone. You’re fairly certain he’s asleep- pretty sure he couldn’t successfully fake snores that little if he tried. You supposed it’s a little ironic- that such soft, little, kitten snores could come from a man who spends the whole day roaring like a lion. 

You press the phone a little closer to your ear, curling up around it.  

“I like him, though. I like him a whole lot.”

//

gettin close to the end, folks, it’s all fluff frum hereeeee