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stonathandreamer · 8 months ago

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Stonathan headcanons to brighten your day Part 3 ✨

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✨ Steve loves to hear Jonathan's laugh, so he's always making silly things or telling stupid jokes to try and make him laugh. His success rate is inferior to 20%, though;

✨ Truth is, Jonathan thinks Steve is really funny, but tries his hardest not to laugh because he doesn't want to encourage this silly behavior - Steve is already silly enough;

✨ Jonathan made some mixtapes for Steve - that's his love language, music. Steve keeps them all in the glove compartment of his car;

✨ Steve is always the one initiating physical contact (holding hands, hugging, kissing, and stuff) because Jonathan (initially) was just too shy to start them himself;

✨ The first physical contact Jonathan initiated was when they were taking Chester (the Byers' dog) for a walk. Steve was holding the leash in one hand and felt something in his other one - it was Jonathan intertwining his pinky finger with his own. He looked at Jonathan with wide eyes. His boyfriend was staring at the ground as his cheeks turned pink. Steve didn't say anything, just smiled and pressed a kiss to Jonathan's hair;

✨ The kids make fun of their relationship;

— "Oh Steve, I love you so much!"

— "Cut it out, Sinclair!"

— "I love you even more, Jonathan!"

— "Henderson!"

✨ Jonathan doesn't like it when people make fun of Steve, like when the kids insult his intelligence - he knows how bratty they can be sometimes;

✨ Steve is secretly afraid of losing Jonathan. After all, Jonathan's dream is going to NYU and studying photography. And Steve? He's not even sure a college will accept him in the first place! So he thinks Jonathan's going to break up with him;

✨ And Jonathan is secretly afraid of losing Steve. After all, Steve Harrington could have any girl (or guy) from the state of Indiana to Connecticut. Why would he choose to date Jonathan Byers of all people?

✨ Jonathan hates it when Steve calls him 'Johnny' - Steve does it just to annoy him, actually;

— "Hey Jonny, can you come here for a sec?"

— "Do not call me that."

— "Sure thing, Jonny-boy."

— "Steven."

✨ They like to watch each other sleep. Steve thinks it's cute that Jonathan sleeps on his stomach, and Jonathan thinks it's cute that Steve mumbles softly in his sleep (sometimes he even mumbles Jonathan's name);

✨ Joyce and Will were the first people Jonathan told he was dating Steve. Needless to say, how happy they were for him;

✨ They didn't tell the rest of the kids they were dating, but they accidentally found out. Dustin was furious that Steve didn't tell him;

✨ The first person he actually told was Robin - but she already suspected;

— "So that's why Jonathan's always coming here and you two keep looking at each other like two idiots."

— "Gee... Thanks for your support."

✨ Jonathan likes to give Steve homemade gifts, like photos and mixtapes - one time he even helped his mom knit a sweater to give him as a Christmas present;

✨ They are so protective of each other. Steve's the type of guy to shout threats at everyone who even dares to look at Jonathan in a strange way. Jonathan is more discreet, glaring at anyone who starts making fun of Steve, and he certainly won't hesitate to start a fight with the bastard who dares to lay a finger on his boyfriend;

✨ Steve sometimes offers to watch over Will. Initially, it was just to make Jonathan and Joyce happy, since they are still a little overprotective of Will, but Steve soon started to take a liking to the kid. Will is quiet and polite (although sometimes he does act like a little shit, but in an amusing and funny way), unlike the other kids, who are loud, rude, and bratty;

✨ Jonathan is really talkative with Steve. He talks about his job, school, the new photos he took, new music he heard on the radio, anything. And Steve loves hearing him talk - he could listen to Jonathan talk all day;

✨ 'Movie night' is code for laying down on the sofa and cuddling together (and falling asleep in the middle of the film).

#stranger things #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stonathan #jonathan byers x steve harrington #steve harrington x jonathan byers #stranger things 5 #idiots in love #stonathan headcanons #steve x jonathan

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damiansgoodgirll · 2 years ago

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posting this one again since it was one of my favorite erling one shot i’ve ever written!

erling haaland x reader

Promise you’ll lie

promise you’ll lie

everything that erling dreamt about was having you by his side. not that you weren’t by his side, you were like brother and sister but he wanted more.

he wanted to wake up next to you every morning, he wanted to make love to you while the sun was shining outside, he wanted to hold you when you had a bad day and he wanted to surprise you or spoil you with random gifts but he knew he couldn’t have it.

you had sleepovers every weekend, it was something that started when you were kids and even if you got older that’s something that never left your weekly list.

but for him, it wasn’t the same having sleepovers with you and sleeping with you. he loved you and you had no idea.

when you were younger you got a crush for erling, more than a crush. but you were young, barely sixteen and you had no idea what love meant.

you knew you couldn’t have him the way you wanted, he never looked at you in that way. but you stayed closed to him and supported him in every way you could. you never missed his games or his interviews or his parties, you were always there for him.

as you got older you tried to find love somewhere else and even if it got a little harder, one day you met someone who really showed you what love meant.

he was kind and patient with you, taking things slow, showing you love and respect and now, two years later you were engaged. you were the happiest woman on earth and you thought that erling was happy for you too but since the engagement announcement he started avoiding you, saying he had things to do with football or sponsors and you got tired of his childish behaviour so one day you decided to confront him about it.

you were currently in his apartment, asking him for an explanation but he looked anything but happy to see you.

“erling, you’re my best friend…i truly don’t get it” you told him.

“i know!” he shouted back.

“why are you mad at me? what have i done to you?” you asked him, on the verge of crying because in all of your years of friendship you never fought this bad.

“i’m not mad at you y/n, i’m mad at me!”

“what? erling please…what is going on?” you asked him again.

“i’m mad at me because in all of these years i never had the courage to tell you how much i love you! i love you y/n and i’m such an idiot for telling you this right after your engagement because i can see how happy you are with him and how much he loves you” it was erling the one who was crying now.

“you love me?” you whispered.

“i do, i love you so much…i want to be the man you wake up next to in the morning, i want to be the man who hold you when you cry or when you have a bad day and i want to be the one who dry your tears…i want to make love to you and show you how much you mean to me…but i know i can’t have that” he said trying to avoid his look because you were speechless.

“i know this is a lot to take in…you just needed to know…” he whispered.

i know i can’t help if you meet someone else

“erling i…” you whispered, no idea of what you were going to say.

“i know i just fucked up our friendship but you deserved to know it…”

“no, you didn’t fucked up our friendship because i can’t imagine a life where you are not here with me…these days without hearing a word from you were the hardest…i need you in my life erling, but not in the way you want me to, i’m sorry…” you apologised knowing you just broke his heart.

“i know…” he was hurting “i know…it will be hard but i’ll always be by your side y/n…you’re still my best friend after all” he wanted to call you love and not best friend but if he had to choose between having you as a friend or not having you at all he chose to have you as a friend because he couldn’t live a life where you weren’t there.

“okay…i’ll see you tomorrow then? for our brunch?” you asked him, trying to make everything normal again.

“sure” he smiled even if all he wanted to do was crying and screaming.

with those words you left his apartment with heavy heart.

did you make the right decision?

what if you were going to regret your wedding?

no, you loved your boyfriend, you wouldn’t choose it in any other way.

you can tell him that you love him as long as it’s a lie.

promise you’ll lie, promise you’ll lie.

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2ratzwriting · 6 days ago

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Untitled Secret Project

Here lies our Dramione fanfiction.

Summary

Teachers at Hogwarts (7 years after the war)

In Hermione Granger's third year teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco Malfoy enters his first year teaching Potions. They squabble and can't get along, alerting the attention of Minerva McGonagall. To help restore peace and order in the castle, she insists they work together and get to know each other. As a play to improve his reputation and assure wary students, Malfoy is enlisted to co-sponsor Hermione’s Muggle Studies club.

Chapter One: A Wary Welcome

“How can I be sure I am making the correct decision, Albus?”, Minerva fluidly paces in front of the portrait of Albus Dumbledore.

“Well, you cannot be. Decisions are about trust and vulnerability. That is why they are the hardest thing to make. The question is now, do you trust yourself enough?”, the portrait replied, his voice wispy with decades of wisdom.

“I trusted myself when I made this very decision two years ago. And the year following. This time I am trusting him. And, I am trusting Horace”.

Minerva McGonagall stood in the headmistress’ office. The portrait of her late colleague hung proudly on the wall, the glimmering gold frame often catching her eye from her desk. Oftentimes she found herself wandering towards this corner of her office, seeking solace from her past friend. It sometimes seemed like the gold shone brighter than the frames surrounding him, drawing her attention in grief.

Is she betraying him now, inviting the person who compromised Hogwarts security, and illustrated the demise of one of the most powerful wizards of all time, back into the wards of this ancient school, still freshly refurbished from the damage of the battle. The attack that was only possible due to this very person.

She thinks back to her conversation with Horace just weeks ago.

She could not say she was surprised when two years ago Horace Slughorn sat her down to discuss his second retirement plans. She knew he only came back to the potions position at the strong request of Dumbledore. After 11 years of his second run in the classroom, and having the threat of Voldemort’s eyes removed, he was ready to leave the castle again.

Minerva felt the weight of choosing a new professor on her shoulders, feeding her determination to fill the position with a thoroughly qualified witch or wizard. Hogwarts has been a great school for centuries. Her position as headmistress required her to be cautious with her decisions, so that everything she did ensured the success of the school. Her students deserved to be taught by the best minds of their time, masters of their subjects.

Disappointingly, her expectations seemed to be a great feat for the pool of candidates. Both potions professors in the two years following Horace’s leave proved to be wrong fits. Frustrated in her third attempt, she requested a meeting with Horace to seek new contenders.

She sat a cup of tea down in front of the balding man she’d spent so many years with, the buttons on his waist coast straining towards the wood of the table.

“As you know, I have had quite the trouble trying to replace your seat in the castle. I imagine since you were the best fit for the job, you may have some insight on who else may live up to the challenge,” Minerva enthused as she took a sip from her own cup. She was well aware of what flattery could do for her old colleague, always looking to satiate his vanity. “I remember your attention for the gifted. Do you recall any students who have graduated in recent years with exempleramy marks, for whom you would see a good fit? Besides our own Hermione Granger of course,” She questions, sneaking in a prideful gleam in the end.

“Well, wherever Hermione Granger stood in marks and exemplary, you always only had to look a couple steps behind to find Draco Malfoy. I’d say one of the most talented students in potions I’ve taught. Had a knack for it, a natural talent, it seemed. Although he also had a natural talent for disrupting my classroom. Always fighting for attention and picking on Miss Granger and her friends,” Slughorn returned with a chuckle.

The teacup paused briefly on the way to her lips at the surprise of hearing that name. “Mr. Malfoy? I remember his academic prowess, but I do not recall him being a part of your club. If he was so exemplary, why would he not have received an invitation?” Minerva eyed suspiciously over the rim of her cup.

Slughorn’s jovial demeanor faltered briefly with nerves. “Well, you know, when his father was a student he had much of the same talent for potions, naturally I invited him to the SlugClub. But, seeing what he grew up to be, and what he went on to do…”, his voice trailed off distractedly. “I saw so much of his father in him, like a perfect duplicate. I was afraid to get caught up in the wrong people again, you understand.”

Minerva regarded his explanation warily. She had seen what Horace was referring to in Mr. Malfoy through the years. She had never expected Draco to follow in his father’s footsteps so closely, and so quickly. Learning he took the dark mark at just 16 years old had filled her with something akin to pity. To know he cemented his place in a world he had yet to explore.

Minerva had not been keen to bring Draco Malfoy back into the place he had put in so much danger just seven years ago. But she was not ignorant to the change people can be capable of. She had seen many wizards experience a change of heart. Some to the light, others to the dark.

She accepted the application when it came through Owl, for the third year in a row, placing it with the others on her desk, the silver M shining on the top of the pile.

After countless interviews, candidates were slowly dwindling out of the running, or being cut entirely. The envelope with the silver wax seal stared at her from its place on the desk, now the last remaining of its stack.

Every question she asked was met with an easy reply, like the answer had been obvious. His confidence flowed in a steady stream, regardless of the complexity of the potion he brewed. She watched in scrutiny as he perfected each test potion, every stir he made in the cauldron exact to the turns, every ingredient precisely measured.

“Well, I certainly have not seen anyone more talented and suitable for the position.” Minerva said shortly.

“I will see you at the beginning of the school term then,” Draco sniffed before walking out of the Headmistresses office.

Minerva was brought back to the present as her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.

Hermione Granger is greeted by Minvera at the door with a familiar smile.

On her way to the desk her eyes scan the portraits lining the walls of former Headmasters. Her steps falter slightly when her eyes make connection with Dumbledore’s. She brushes off the intrusive edge of contempt and makes her way quickly to the seat across the desk.

It was not uncommon for the two witches to be sitting across from each other. She often sought out Minerva when she needed reassurance, or wisdom. In times like these, the comfort of her voice echoes in her mind and mixes with the sound of her mother’s. Hermione quickly pushed it out of her mind and suppressed the wave of sadness in her stomach.

She hadn’t known why her headmistress had asked her to meet in her office, but Minerva cut to the chase as quickly as she sat down.

“Hermione dear, I requested your presence today out of respect for you as a person, and out of knowingness of your past. Know that I am not seeking your counsel on this decision,” she paused. "I have filled the position of Potions Professor.”

“That’s great,” Hermione started cautiously, wary of her superior’s preface. “Who did you choose?”

“Draco Malfoy–

“I’m sorry?–” Hermione interrupted, thinking she must have misheard. That can’t be right.

“–will be filling the position because he has the proper qualifications. I understand Miss Granger, that you have a complicated history with Mr. Malfoy, but you need to understand that it was a case of childhood. Mr. Malfoy grew up to be an exceptionally talented potions master. Hogwarts can benefit from his expertise,” Minerva stated in a stern voice.

“But he tried to kill Dumbledore!” Hermione couldn’t help but burst out.

“Severus Snape killed Albus Dumbledore, you know as well as I do”, she replied gravely.

Hermione stammered in rebuttal but Minerva’s clipped tone cut her off.

“Draco Malfoy is a reformed man. The ministry backs his safety and pardon as a reinducted member of society. He was the most capable candidate for the job, so I must give him the job. It will do you well, Miss Granger, to give him a chance.”

Hermione sat in stunned silence for a moment before retorting quickly, “But–...but, Minerva, the things he used to say to me, what he used to call me…you expect me to pretend like it didn’t happen?”

“I would never expect you to forgive him if you do not feel like he has earned it. All I am asking is that you be civil with each other, and maybe consider giving him a chance to apologize.”

“Draco Malfoy would never apologize to me. He made it very clear I am not worthy of it,” Hermione replied bitterly.

She is startled when the door to the office thuds closed behind her.

“Talking about me behind my back are we? Nice to see nothing has changed,” a low voice cooly drawled. The second Hermione heard the first word she froze. She didn’t dare to turn around, she knew exactly who she would face.

“Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for joining us. Please, take a seat,” the headmistress greeted.

Malfoy swiftly takes a seat next to Hermione and takes an inquisitive turn in her direction.

“I heard the Golden Girl is the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor? I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Hermione swore she could see the smirk on his face as he said it.

“You're just ornery because I got to it before you did. I see you got potions, just like Snape.” She snapped.

She noticed in her peripheral vision his posture grow slightly more rigid at her words. This seemed to shut him up just long enough for Minerva to push her way back into their bickering.

“Professor Granger, now that we have all been reacquainted, I will have you escort Professor Malfoy to his sleeping quarters here at Hogwarts for the rest of the term,” she said with finality Hermione didn’t dare question.

The two young professors stood silently and proceeded to leave, finding it better to not argue with the headmistress so early in the school year.

As they reached the door, Minerva called from her desk, “I certainly do not want to be alerted to any funny business coming from the two of you. I expect you to be on your best and most professional behavior. You are professors here after all, not students”.

As Hermione crossed the door, she became acutely aware that she is now alone with Draco Malfoy. She refused to feel afraid. Malfoy was nothing but a bully from her school days, she would not allow him the satisfaction of her fear.

This resolution did nothing to cut the tension, rising with the seconds between them. She glanced at Malfoy from the corner of her eye, his stride confident and smooth but with the air of indifference. His eyes stared hard ahead, as if he was trying not to notice her next to him.

She debated speaking to him, but she decided that if she had nothing nice to say, she was not going to say anything at all. She didn’t want to stoop to his level.

Their walk was painfully silent, the only noise being their footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridors of the castle. She couldn't help but notice a slight bellow of his cape, eerily reminding her of Snape. Interesting. There was a stark shiver of unpleasantness shooting down her spine as they rapidly approached the large dark chestnut door leading to his living quarters.

She slowed to a stop in front of his door. As she opened her mouth to speak, he barged through the door. The slam a second later blew her hair back off her shoulders. She stood there gaping for only a few seconds before remembering herself.

What am I doing?

She shut her mouth abruptly before turning on her heel and stalking away. Frustration pricked in her veins on her walk back to her rooms. He is going to rue the countless days he taunted me.

No. I need to be the bigger person.

Hermione stormed into her rooms, slamming the door behind her before falling face-first into her bed with a scream.

Authors' Note

gonna crash out if no one likes this

#dramione #dramione fanfiction #hermione x draco #hermione granger #draco malfoy #harry potter fanfiction #dramione fanfic #harry potter #professor!draco #professor!hermione #hogwarts fanfiction

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team-avia · 1 year ago

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Okay so my insomnia is really bad so I’m going to force you to listen to my raving and rambling about RL theories because I saw some old promotional stuff and now my mind is galaxy braining right now

SO HERE IT GOES

(Sorry if this has been brought up before btw and is old news)

Obvious potential spoilers!!! Beware everyone else!!!

This motherfucking promo image is the source of my thoughts, especially after playing Cass’s and Bella’s demo. Particularly the symbols used for every character:

Cassandra: obviously an prodigy actress and star of the department but the further we get into her demo we realize there’s more behind the diva persona than meets the eye— hence the symbol, while classic in theater, can also reflect her emotional state and her need to cover it up with smiles and arrogance. Her nightmares and sense of commitment to potential romantic lovers maybe be a symptom of a more deep reason.

Bela: THE HEART like bruh obviously it in reference to whatever Miranda did to her before the game started—being heartless and what not. And how she’ll eventually regain her ‘heart’ if we go down the route right.

Daniela: so far she’s seems normal, well adjusted, and tame in comparison to her sisters. Key world being SEEMS. There’s definitely something broiling beneath the surface with her and I bet it has to do with her family troubles and her always putting on a brave face. Hence the rose but the notable thorns beneath it. Every rose has its thorns and what not. Idk if it has anything to do with the rowdy crowd she associates with.

Angie: the doll obviously fitting her RE origin and over all her personality, sweet, kind, and maybe bombastic. But look closely—there’s a tear on the doll’s face. Like Cass (and maybe Dani) she has a mask—aka being a party animal and overall alcoholic. It may have something to do with being Donna’s niece and I’m assuming Claudia’s daughter. But where’s the latter???? I’m sensing a dark back story here and her maladapting to her mother’s death.

The last three are the hardest to theorize because we haven’t seen much of them in the Demos but I’ll slightly theorize here:

Donna: the recluse of the campus is pictured with a syringe. Could be a nod to her RE origin being with her pollen/hallucinations but could also have to do with why she’s so shy and introverted. Maybe in the similar vein to Angie’s, what with her sister and what not.

Alcina: Wine is an obvious choose to use for her. Bitch loves her red. Idk what else to pull from this. Again hard to speculate with no demo introducing her. It’s giving wine mom energy and not in the fun way.

Miranda: this bitch has some fucking powers or something—giving hag in the swamp vibes and doing shit to people. Bela with her heartlessness (and maybe Cass’s nightmares?). Also Mia being a witchy gal and giving Miranda a gift that’s warm? Hella sus. The Corvus skull is obvious to her RE origins but also a nod to witchcraft and supernatural things. Also a symbol of death. Bitch be brewing shit idk.

Anyways those are my thoughts. Idk how accurate this is and, based on how old the pic is, could be completely wrong. I’ve spent too many hours thinking on the Demo for it to be healthy so this was a long time coming.

Feel free to cuss me out for how wrong I am. I just needed to get my thoughts out there.

Make sure you take care of yourselves! Love you guys! Stay safe and healthy!

I DONT KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO THIS WITHOUT SPOILING ANYTHING BUT

thank you for noticing the little details 😭 ❤️ ive been waiting for someone to notice HAHAHAHA

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#mail 💌#finchmod🌻#ALSO if anyone wants to theorize some more PAY ATTENTION TO EVERYONES EYES!! even the npcs!! theres a reason some are different :)#ALSO I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL DESPITE INSOMNIA #🍞🍞🍞🍞 may your day be blessed with bread

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year ago

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The Christmas dlc, oh my god.

“You once asked why you couldn’t get a gift from Santa… You thought it was because you were a bad child… but that wasn’t true at all. You were the nicest child… and there was no Santa in the world you lived in. I should have told you that, but I couldn’t.”

SAERAN SAEYOUNG I AM GETTING YOU SO MANY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS :(

I remember that phone call, too. You know Saeyoung doesn't want his little brother to think he's a bad person. Saeran isn't a bad kid, and he wasn't a bad kid, either. They were victims of circumstance, and both of the twins deserved to have a safe and happy childhood, like all the kids in this world deserve to have. December can be the hardest time of the year for many people, so, the holidays are the beacon for many, across the board with faiths that have a celebration that month.

Children deserve a nice holiday! It doesn't matter which holiday they celebrate, they should be able to have the warmest meal, a new toy or two, and time spent with the people who love them the most, their friends and family.

Saeyoung, the ever parentified child, wanted nothing more than to tell his brother that he was a good kid, and that Santa would bring him all sorts of treats and goodies. But, he couldn't promise that... there was no way for him to promise that because he didn't get to have the wonder of Christmas in his mind.

He had to face the facts his mother forced on him.

He saw the world for how cruel it could be every day, and he still tried to put a brave smile on his face to make sure Saeran could believe in something. Not himself, never himself, because Saeyoung thinks his duty is to Saeran. As long as he protects Saeran, he's knows that his life is worth something. How could he tell Saeran there was no such thing as Santa? Magic? Fairy tales?

He couldn't burst Saeran's bubble like everyone burst his.

He knows what misery looks like and he said he would never let Saeran see it if he could help it.

But, what can he do? He's just a child, no different than Saeran, and no matter how many times he tells his baby brother that Santa is real, and he's a good boy, Santa will never come to their house and give him a reward. We see the hurt and true bitter anger in Unknown when he tells you all about the "truth" of the story of Santa Claus. When you have the truth about Santa revealed, it can sting, because it makes a lot of your wonder and dreams shatter.

You see class differences. Kids who get toys because they were lucky to be born in a family that has more status than another, and then the kids who weren't as lucky in a game of chance, who may only get one gift, or none at all because their guardians have to choose between a necessity or toys.

Frankly, I think parents should not claim that all of the gifts are from Santa across the board. Pick one gift and label that as something from Santa, something sweet and not expensive, because kids who have less that see their friend get a very expensive item from Santa that they put on their list too, feel hurt. Be upfront with your kids if you want to tell them about Santa. The magic of Christmas is about making people feel included and loved, not forgotten or abandoned.

The spirit of Christmas is about giving, so think about what you give when you say something came from Santa.

I understood Unknown's pain in this sequence in a very vulnerable way. It was what Saeyoung wanted to protect him from, but had a hard time doing because he was a kid, too. Saeran ended up feeling like he was the worst kid, always doomed to be naughty, even though he did nothing wrong as a child. It's no surprise Rika could sway him to stew on that even more during the holiday season at Mint Eye.

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4aceclover · 6 months ago

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Hi, I just wanted to say that ur Hypnosis Au is wicked cool 😎. I've read ur fanfic and I can't wait to read the next chapter 😁

I found it quite interesting when Viva referred brozone as that family. Will it play a significant part in ur au lore? And will branch begin to take notice how the trolls respond or interact with his big brothers?

Or how viva and peppy observe how poppy introduces herself to branch?

Or how branch's brothers actually take notice of how he's is "immune" to their gifts?

Or how exactly does Au Lore truly begin?

Sorry if I'm rambling abit 😅

I just think ur au is awesomesauce 😊

I'm so happy I make one chapter just for fun I didn't expect to get a question so I'm so happy you're asking all this and don't worry I ramble too

And let's just say there's always going to be lore hidden somewhere within each of these chapters you just got to find it, some of them will be a bit more lore heavy than others but I will always try my hardest to put small clues into each chapter when it comes to the lore

Anyway here are the answers to some of these questions

When it comes to Viva referring to Branch's family as "that family" that is going to be important because of the dynamic between her and Poppy vs branch and his brothers, (specifically for her Arc) She finds their relationship very sweet because she fails to notice the toxicity of her relationship with Poppy and the relationship between the brozone Bros. (I mean why would she notice it she's friends with Clay after all they have very similar mindsets)

Branch doesn't notice how people react to his brothers just yet because we're still in his childhood phase but he will notice it as he gets older and reminisces about the past

Ask for how trolls interact with the brozone Bros let's just say I have a few fun ideas for how brozone uses their power on the tribe before they leave (cuz currently they're still inside the troll tree)

Viva and Pepe will be there when Poppy finally gets a chance to talk to branch but that doesn't mean that she won't feel uncomfortable with having her family watching them (one cares about Branch, the other one obsessively thinks he's adorable, and Poppy just wants a friend)

As for Branch being immune to viva's power that's actually a point in the story that I want to dive into a little more, because Poppy and Viva have very similar powers however the way that they use them will be different thanks to branches influence. Viva's power is specifically to Make Trolls Happy which can be a good thing but at the same time can be seen as a toxic trait similar to toxic positivity, Poppy's power on the other hand is a bit different but I'm going to keep it a secret for now

At first Brozone genuinely don't even realize when branch is being immune to their powers because their baby brother is so innocent and sweethearted how could they notice, it's only when other trolls Powers don't work on him do they realize something's up (on the other hand, trolls who are better at observing others like their grandma, Poppy, and Creek for example do notice something up with Branch whenever it comes to their powers they just choose not to say anything because it's not hurting anyone, and because of their own personal curiosity)

Here's a little bit of my own info dump

So when brozone does find out about branches little immunity to other powers at first they're shocked and genuinely don't believe Viva when she tells them at first but when it starts to affect their lives that's when they see this as a problem, but rather than blaming Viva for it they actually ask her how in the world did it happen did they trigger this, to figure out how they can work around it not realizing that they can't

Branch being immune to other people's powers isn't a superpower that he has (remember branch is the only one born without powers even those that negate other trolls Powers he doesn't have that), it's just Branch showing his true colors in his own way without even realizing it. I plan on explaining it in a future post and in the story

I plan on explaining viva's power a bit more in the story itself alongside the bro zone Powers and a few other characters who play an important role in Branch's story

Ask for King Pepe well he's not a terrible father I'm just going to make this clear now but he does have his moments of being not the best, for clarification when he tries his hardest to be a good dad he ends up failing one of his kingly duties but when he tries to be a good King he ends up failing as a father and unfortunately he can't seem to find a good work around and it's not exactly his fault I mean anyone would struggle to be a good dad and a good King in his position

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kolour-me-kourt · 6 months ago

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Chapter twelve : Why does she keep coming up

Jayson hadn't claimed to be perfect but to YN he was he had completely took her out of the shadows and into the light. They were proudly and happily in a relationship. So never in her right mind did she think his ex would make an appreance in their life ..... and his ex is Ella? A singer than she had loved since boo'd up but couldn't in her right mind listen to her songs the same way all she could think about is them being written about Jayson. Especially Shot clock it's a basketball reference and it's cute and he alluded to having problems committing in the past but YN changed that he snatched her up quickly.

So why was Ella here ruining it. Not physically but she was taking up space in YN mind ruining her bond with Jayson. Ruining them and could should possibly take Jayson if she wanted him? One thing about Lamelo was he was honest with her he never lied about their situation and what she means to him......

It seemed like they had been arguing and arguing more. YN hadn't even talked to Lamelo yet he was still very much a factor in her relationship with Jayson. And today when Jayson came to her home his energy was totally off and he just seemed angry. It had been something she had been use to lately. He just liked to get babied but today wasn't YN day either work had gon terribly and she just felt overwhelmed with it all work him herself it was a lot. So when he came home acting that way she completely ignored him which pissed him off more.

"So do you not plan on talking to me today?" Jayson walks into her bedroom where YN was at her vanity doing her hair. "I was giving you space clearly you're angry about something" "so instead of checking on me you ignore me?" "Jayson what's wrong? Do you need me to stroke your ego? Cause I'm not in the mood. Idk what's wrong with you lately but it's really getting old" he sighed "I didn't have a good day" "me either now if you wanna talk about your day we can I'll be happy to listen but don't come at me so aggressively" he sits down on her bench in front of her bed so she turns around to look at him.

"Why not check on me though?" "Why not check on me? Do you think all my days are just good? Cause that's not the case" "I'm sorry.... I'm just so stressed" "I get that I really do but it has to be a better way of cooping I've already said that you could talk to me but you're choosing not" he kisses her lips softly "there is...." She smiled "tell me what's up""can I taste you first?" She shook her head no "after you tell me what's up" he sighed

"you ever tried to do something but your body just wouldn't do it the way you thought?" "Yeah since I was a kid😂 from cartwheels and dance moves to outfits it always looks better in my head" he smiled "well that has never happened to me I see it in my head I do it if I don't get it on the first try I got it by the third or the fifth so today when I kept trying to do this one thing and my body couldn't.... I shut down at practice couldn't even get through to my teammates and that was un professional and impacted the whole team" she begins speaking but quickly stumbles over her words trying her hardest to get something out but she didn't know how to phrase what she was trying to say

"I'm sorry that happened Bae.... But as you get older......your body has been through a lot.... So yeah maybe you didn't get it on the the first or the third or the fifth time maybe it'll take thirty tries now but I bet you'll get it a lot of your gifts are natural talent yes but you always worked your ass off to perfect them .... I don't wanna see that end just because you gotta work a little longer and harder which you've never had a issue doing not from what I seen anyway" he kissed her lips again "tell

Me how your day was" "terrible ... I missed you ..... and well I didn't make partner "

"damn bae I'm sorry and then I came in being a ass why you ain't text me" "I wanted to tell you in person so you can hold me" "mmm so who got it?" He pulls her closer causing her to smile

"This guy...... he's a great worker and everybody claims it was a six to five vote so I almost won" "nobody more deserving than you though your time management is wild" "that means a lot coming from you cause you balance it all career,deuce, me, the rest of your family, community efforts, time for yourself and it's usually with a big ass smile on your face" "so you wanna go out? Maybe that'll cheer you up a little" "okay I think it would" "where you wanna go?" "Anywhere with you" she smiled "okay I know just the spot we shouldn't get bothered" he kisses her lips and then stands up "no come back here" she whined "nahhh get dressed bae you need to eat"

*time skip*

They had just sat at the restaurant and he couldn't keep his hands off her. "You look so fuckin good" "for a person who was rushing me out of the house it seem like you wanna leave already" "I'm feeling the long curly hair and the white dress" "thank you baby you sexy too" "how sexy?" "You make me wanna get under the table and show you.

As the date progressed YN felt this guy staring at her as soon as he walked in. "Bae that guy is being weird... back there" she said quietly "yeah I noticed he kept looking over here I thought he was a fan" "oh maybe he is...." "Let's just get ready to go......" "okay" when the waiter walked by he asked for the check and quickly got it back paying the bill" he stands up reaching out for her. "Come on baby" YN smiled grabbing her purse

"Get back with Ella what are you doing" the guy says under his breath

Before Jayson could jump to her defense YN was taking up for herself" are you fuckin serious?!?! You are a grown ass man over fifty and you worried about what people in their twenties are doing? Go get a job as a matter of fact stop riding jaysons dick I don't need no help bitch ass nigga" Jayson continued to try and speak up but YN would cut him off the cameras were on her and everybody was laughing

"Ella is a sore spot huh?" "No Random ass men saying rude shit to me for no reason is the sore spot" "bae let's just go" Jayson pulls her slightly "you didn't answer me Jayson" The guy cackled "stop speaking on shit you don't know nothing about and don't ever disrespect my woman again cause it won't be pretty" Jayson says quickly and then pulls YN out of the resturant and into the car. She was so mad she was shaking and trying to holdback her tears

"bae breath" "that really pissed me off" "he's a troll he don't know nothing about us and what we doing imagine being that depressed and old" "why does she keep coming up?" YN said softly "What?" "Ella.... And you keep coming up that guy was my last straw" "bae when I tell you ... you don't have to worry about her I mean it trust and believe me I wanna be with you and only you" "you promise?" "Yeah I promise ... cheat on you for what?" She laughed "if you cheat on me you'll be dumb" "the stupidest man in the world if I cheat on you" "I love you so damn much I'm sorry for being insecure" "shhh" "I'm serious" "you good now stop that" "promise?" "Promise" he kisses her and they head home

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ccasey0 · 10 months ago

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alright, this isn’t related to HBT at all, but I like it too much not to share. so, say hello to the Spirit Au!!

starting with Casey, The Spirit of the Night.

I’ve got more drawings of him since he’s my fav to draw. Now for his lore!!

Casey lived his whole life in service of The Celestial in the Spirit Tree. He loved Celestial, and devoted his everything to Them. The Celestial is the master of the spirits. The God of gods. The highest of high. He is the one who creates spirits. And Casey was soon to become one. Everyone knows that Celestial was planning on appointing spirits for the Day and the Night. And Casey and his twin were the top options. They were closer than ever. They were never apart. They did everything together. But Casey was the one who worked hardest to earn Celestial’s approval. He worked so hard to be chosen for the spirit of the Day. The most important. The sun, the light, the bringer of life and happiness. But when the time came, and Celestial was choosing who would be which spirit, all that work went to waste. It was all for nothing. Because they chose Dellta. They chose her over him. She never did anything to deserve that. Of course Casey loved his twin. But Dellta was the one who relaxed all day. Played in favor of working. Acted like everything was fine and that they had all they could ever want. But Celestial chose her anyway. Why? Why not him? After everything he did for them, all the hard work, all the hours of labor, all the time he spent trying to please them. Was it all for nothing? His sister was overjoyed, but all Casey could feel was anger and despair. And then Celestial made him the spirit of the Night. The moon, the darkness, the bringer of death and sorrow. The least liked. Casey knew that some people down on earth worshiped the moon, but those people were the poor and the weak. The smallest of villages. And it wasn’t even power that Casey wanted. It was just that he had done everything he could for Celestial, only for them to completely disregard him. He hates that. He hates Celestial. He might have even hated Dellta and her joyful smile at that moment.

Also Casey Sketches!!

Oke, now for Dellta! I only have one drawing of her for now, but I definitely want to draw her some more.

Lore time!!!

Dellta had always been the happier of the twins. She played more with the other immortals and spirits while her brother worked to please the Celestial. She knew how important Celestial was, but she didn’t see why Casey had to put all his time towards making them favor him. And she never expected to be chosen for the spirit of the Day. Celestial just gave the role to her. Which meant she had somehow become his favorite. After that, she started doing just what her brother had been doing. Following the Celestial around in her free time and doing things for them to make their view of her even better. She also loved being worshipped. She really enjoyed all the offerings and gifts she received from the humans. And she loved making them all super excited when she sent them a little sign or a gift in return. She was certainly more enthusiastic about being worshipped by the mortals than her brother. She guessed that he just didn’t like the fact that all their offerings were either sacrifices or charms or the occasional food basket. Plus, he had become much quieter and distant ever since the ceremony. Dellta didn’t know why. He had become a spirit, just like he wanted. Was he hoping for something else. She didn’t know. But whenever she asked, he avoided the questions and brushed her off, pushing her further and further away. While they still did almost everything together and they were still extremely close, Casey just started to want to be alone more often and he refused to explain why. He still smiled, but not as often. He still hugged her, but they became shorter. He still loved her, and she still loved him. But he had changed. And there was nothing Dellta could do about it. She couldn’t figure out why he had become like this, he just had. But she stopped caring after a while. She just started putting her attention towards her worshippers when Casey didn’t want to talk to her.

I don’t have any extra drawings of Dellta, but I have a picture of the mountain!

The giant tree in the middle is the Spirit Tree, which serves as the bridge between the earth and the sky. The mountain is famous for being the largest and most spiritual mountain because that’s where the immortals all gather. Also, the city shown is the Foot Clan. They worship the Spirit of the Day, aka Dellta. Although they get a few things wrong about her. Like how they think that Dellta and Casey are the “Lovers of the Sky”. Casey is worshipped by the Hamato clan, which is in the other side of the mountain. Their village is much smaller and poorer than the Foot, but they know more about the spirits and have connections with a few of them. The Hamato Clan mains are The turtles(but in older form, around 20-23), Splinter(the elder/leader of the village and the most connected with the spirits), usagi(because I can), and april(one of the few humans in the hamato village), and Junior(my version Casey Jones in the au. i just called him Junior since two Caseys would be confusing. also one of the few humans in the hamato village.). The hamato clan is also the only village that is home to mostly yokai and a few humans, while the foot only consist of humans. Also in this Au the turtles aren’t the sons of splinter, just his pupils. They are also all yokai, including splinter. The hamato clan mostly gives blood sacrifices of normal animals and sometimes bowls of blood from people cutting their hands and dropping some of their blood into the bowl since the Night Spirit is supposed to be closely connected to death. Although they also have plenty of shrines with statues and a TON of charms. Charms are a very big thing for the hamato, and they are supposed to hold prayers. Casey is technically supposed to collect the charms at the end of the week during the night and turn the prayers into stars for the people who made them, but he doesn’t like going so close to the village. Also because when he first went down there he found that they had left a dead sheep for him and he hated it. So, for fear he might find more dead things, he didn’t go back there again. Sometimes he will find small charms hung up all over trees that have mushrooms on them and he absolutely loves them. Although he’ll never admit it and he leaves the charms there. Because of this, the hamato people have begun to lose faith in splinter because he is the one constantly telling them to believe in the Night Spirit. Even the turtles have started questioning the spirits, especially donnie who was already skeptical in the first place. not mikey though. he still believes just as much as Splinter. The foot clan, however, all are VERY serious about their faith in the spirits. they have a huge temple dedicated purely for the Day Spirit, and also worship some other spirits too. even the Night Spirit. although Casey doesn't like them either since they also give blood sacrifices, with no charms too! Dellta, on the other hand, loves to go down and see the humans in the Foot. She'd always been fond of sparring, so when she first saw that they Foot were very centered around fighting she was ecstatic and loved watching them train in the grounds in the center of the city. although she had to stay hidden the whole time since she was only supposed to show herself to the people on special events. also, the only time she went to the Hamato clan was during the total solar eclipse since that's when the twins are supposed to go to their opposite villages and use magic to put their symbol on the banners of their opposite representation(sun on the moon banner, moon on the sun banner for example).

anyways, I hope you like this! if you can't tell, this will be mostly centered around the Hamato Clan and Casey. i hope to be able to make more art of this cause it is SO. MUCH. FUN. to draw these guys and build more of the story. i've already got so many ideas for angst floating around in my head, as well as ideas for when Mikey meets Casey for the first time.

also this is very much inspired by Quilt Au by @cokoweee :)

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treadmilltreats · 1 month ago

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It's not happening to you but for you

Sometimes I love Facebook remember when, especially since I can't remember crap. It reminds me of all the hard times I went through in the past. All the times that I cried out, the times I was scared and I didn't know how I was gonna make it. It reminds me of all the times that I was lonely, the times I questioned God, why God, or my very favorite, when God, when?

When will my break come? When will you send me the man that you have for me? When God, will the storms be over? Haven't I had enough?

Yes, I am Christian but I am also human, and so this is why I ask. I have asked him all these questions and more, and I know that I'm not the only one in the world that asks God these questions. I know that there are so many of us who question God and also ask these questions, especially when we are going through hard times. When the storms are coming at us hard and fast we don't have anywhere else or anyone else to turn to. It's in those quiet moments alone in our bed, when our hearts are in pain that we ask and question God about what is going on. Again, it's because we are all human.

Now I know we all question God but the reason I love remember when on Facebook is because it reminds me of how many times I've prayed for something and God has delivered. It shows me how many times the storms were hitting me and I thought I couldn't make it one more day but I held on to that small mustard seed faith and God has come through for me. I remember how many times I've cried out for help and God has helped me but not just helped me, the many times he has carried me through those times. All through everything in my life, I know that God has been there beside me.

I no longer question my faith because I have a big crazy faith but I do sometimes still question him. I know that it's his time and not mine. I know that things will come to pass the way it's supposed to, not the way that I want them to, which is most of the time what I want.

Again I am human and that's what we do, we want what we want when we want it. Through these many times, I have learned patience, I've learned forgiveness, and I have learned to trust him even when I think I know better.

But no matter what happens, no matter how many storms come at me I have learned that he gives the hardest battles to his toughest soldiers. He must have a reason that he thinks that I can handle it. Maybe, it's part of my purpose. Maybe he thinks that I may help someone else who is also feeling this way, through this gift of writing he has given me. Whatever the reason, I will be his soldier.

So today my friends, remember that it is okay to question God, to cry out, why God why? Or when God when? It's okay to feel scared and overwhelmed but just hold on. Even if it's to that tiny mustard seed of hope because if I learned anything, I've learned it's not what is happening to us but for us. What is the lesson? What is he teaching us? Is it faith, wisdom, patience, or forgiveness? There is always a message in the pain, in the storms, but we must choose to look for it. Most importantly we need to remember that we are all human. We all screw up, we all make mistakes, and we all question him but he already knows this and that is why he is a forgiving God.

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sunstranded · 8 months ago

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INTJ: Love Languages

Maybe I'm a hater. But this concept of categorizing love into several "languages" for us to understand each other does not do what a language should be doing. A language should be capable of articulating someone's thoughts— it should encompass and capture that elusive abstract emotion. This "love languages" does not.

I just know the xxFx friends I have will either agree or start to politely disagree with me.

I am no linguist but I know words and languages enough to say that the 5 love languages articulate nothing but a preference.

I am not even an emotion expert or someone who would believe in the notion of falling in love. So my insights and opinion could pretty much hold no bound.

But no matter. I just think the 5: touch; quality time; words of affirmation; gift giving; and acts of service all fail to capture what love is. If anything, it communicates the wrong message.

As if I should believe that everyone can try to learn other languages and will have a mother tongue out of the five love languages when half these people I know see it as a transaction more than a commitment.

There is, and there should always be a choice in love. The idea that it's blind and it doesn't choose is tired. It is to go against the prejudices towards other people but if those prejudices did not exist in the first place I do not think we would even need to claim love is blind or that it does not choose.

Call me boring, but consent is of utmost importance. That is how I see courtship. It's exhausted to see it as a step of trying to convince someone to choose. It is a step to make your intentions known and to give someone the choice. I find it unrealistic and insulting to the people who choose love and patience every day — a not easy feat by any means— over the romanticized version of falling in love.

I find such a phrase dangerous. It sounds irresponsible to blame it on an unknown entity that you fell. As if someone tricked you; as if there was an uneven pavement. However, I don't blame people who "fell" for someone. I blame the whole ordeal and the lack of communication. I blame the world, time, media that convinced us that such a notion is attractive.

It is not attractive to think "falling in love" exists. It would imply courtship is the orchestration of traps to have you fall.

It is not. It should not.

Now that I've derailed from the topic at hand, let me derail it even more. An anecdote:

I had done this explanation of my opinion and understanding of love towards different types of people and the fact that they react as if I'm either too radical and I make so much sense is, in itself, why I think this ordeal of love languages articulate nothing but a preference someone has on affection. Not love.

Again, I am not even a psychologist. I am but a person of experience, regret, loss, and overthinking.

I just think if a so called language is supposed to articulate love then why do we not choose our words? Settle our boundaries clearly? Consciously decide on things? I fail to really understand the appeal of this romantic and bloated "rose colored lenses."

To have rose colored lenses means it absorbs most of the other light and reflects nothing but the rose color. How is that, figuratively different from being color blind?

I do not disagree with what the love languages attempted to do. If anything, I want an improvement from it. I do not like the reason that my significant other and I are fighting because we have a different love language. No. I want the reason of that fight to be nuanced, to remain as an experience we try to articulate. Not become some sort of lock that always has the same key for it to open.

INTJs also always get quality of time and acts of service. My friends have clocked me to have touch as my love language. I kindly said to hell with that bullshit. I would hug anything easily, but I find to say the three overused words to be the hardest thing to say.

To settle disputes, this love language ordeal also does not serve its purpose. I fear that it oversimplifies it. I fear that the understanding of a person becomes more of a knowledge of them.

As a person who speaks several languages, I don't just switch from English to something else to be understood. I don't just translate things literally, either. If anything, I must understand the culture, time, context and the point of the words before I translate it.

A misunderstanding takes two people to fuck up. Not one language discrepancy.

I fear I have been a bit too impassioned with my disdain of the ordeal on love and love languages that I failed to be coherent. I hope to tame my words and orchestrate my meaning better, but this is the beauty of being human— of being a constant living experience.

We will never be perfect unless we are dead. We will never be fully understood. We won't always understand. But what makes all inevitabilities below us is that we can and will always change. It is our choice and discretion if it's towards betterment or not.

We must spare ourselves the grace to give ourselves things despite thinking we do not deserve good things. We must spare ourselves the mercy when we make mistakes.

We can not know it all (coming from an INTJ, hilarious). All our moves can not be perfect. Mistakes not only teach us but show us our humanity and give us a choice to be better.

Also if it was not obvious, this love I speak of encompasses all— platonic, romantic, familial, mono, poly, everything in between and or across.

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fafa1k · 2 years ago

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Pisces listen, you've already won what you prayed. You know this? You may not believe it but you're in the perfect position right now to truly elevate & pop your shit out of this stratosphere. I noticed while meditating that you have unclaimed prizes at your spiritual doorstep.

You haven't claimed NOTHING thats truly owed to you yet. And your guides wanna know why Pisces?! But first, do you personally know what the prize is?... YOU pisces. You're the prize. You believing in yourself is the prize. You finding the people to love you for you is the prize.

You stepping into a career field that truly ignites your passion will forever be the prize.

But why not accept it though? Bigger question, why not accept yourself? Why are you afraid to just say you're deserving of something and lock in with that vision?

Why are you afraid of being told no instead of embodying that you deserve an openhearted yes? Time Pisces. Time has a way of conditioning us to either believe completely and have true faith or give up dependent upon how you choose to see the power time holds.

Pisces the message for you right now from your guides is to become more aware of the control you have over your life but simultaneously learn how to let go of control when it comes to time. Stop letting your heart get worked up into anxiety. Learn to be and just exist pisces.

Exist as who you're truly meant to be, especially within the relationship you share with self and tribe. My love your angels want you back in your own f*cking corner building your confidence and trust within self.

You're too locked in with something outside of yourself and you've been extremely distracted from your personal goals Pisces. Looking for that confidence outside of self empowerment will always yield you into yearning for that in places that don't promote you to be who you truly are. Too much power is being given to things that don't make you feel good about life, to remain sure of yourself, or aware of your magnitude. Timing is everything. But so are the actions you reflect on and take, especially when it comes to building prosperous relationships with people. You can be so impatient for what you want... you're soo quick to rush your process and lose focus. It's no longer just your wants and desires but everyone you are involved with that cultivates powerful manifestation tactics you and your tribe are consistently working on.

You want it to instantly happen? Are you ready to put in the work necessary? I know you even can see the vision, but are you sure of yourself? You second guess a lot of the downloads spirit has been gifting you with to just try your hardest, to shoot your shot, to put that idea out there. Pisces you want things rushed and expedited and spirit has been consistently telling you to slow down and catch up with who you are now. You cannot rush your idea of perfection Pisces, it is something that is personally realized through life and actualized over time.

This includes relationships too my love. You cannot expect things to just align for you with no work on your part being put in. Pisces the world is your oyster. There are diamonds of abundance out there waiting for you to claim.

You think you reached your peak potential but this is only the beginning Pisces. You are stepping into another season of elevation, & right now in this moment you are being prepared for it. It gets better. Much love.

♓️♓️♓️

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"Ah," Ryan makes a quick thought noise, giving a shrug. "Wish I was older so I could'a done more, but that's the thing about all this..." parenthood, family, life in general for that matter. "Think what matters at the end of the day, is the shit we are able to do and if we do it with the right...y'know? Intentions." he's never been the best with his words, that has always been a gift that Elliot and Wolf share. But, Ryan still knows he's right. And he's never witnessed the young Cross do anything without authenticity.

He nods the once, because there's nothing happening that's easy. But, everything Isla and Elliot face is the hardest, he's sure of it. He wonders why, or if there's any point in asking. Why did life want to choose two good people to suffer? In reality, it's their writers being psychopaths but Ryan doesn't know that. "It is, yeah." he confirms in a quiet voice, a sad note to the tone. "But, y'all aren't letting how hard it is stop you so far. So, you should let the fact there's a lil bit of happiness." he gestures to the bedroom door. "You're both good together, and having another baby is just proof that y'all love each other. Another lil part of you both."

There's a light laugh and Ryan shakes his head teasingly. "Well, excuuuuse moi." he drawls, sounding far more Southern than he has in his life. The laughter might be brief, as both brothers return their gaze to the flames. The whisper of the fire is suddenly all that sounds through the cabin but Elliot's question brings Ryan to glance back to him. "What you mean? If I was you, would I think I was a good dad?" he nods then, with a another small laugh but only assured of his next words. "Yeah. El, If I was you, I'd think I was a damn good person too."

"You were always a good dad too," Elliot asserts. "You did what was best for Mase." Some might've viewed the four years Ryan helped from a distance as a missed opportunity but what the hell was he supposed to do? He took the kid when he could and it doesn't seem like Mase's got any feelings abut it either.

Elliot wonders if he can do what Ryan suggests. He makes it so sound easy. Sighing, he rubs his face. "Maybe you're right...I just..." He lifts his shoulders helplessly. "It's just hard." he whispers. Elliot swallows and nods a little, "I know," comes the quiet reply, stomach twisting at Ryan's words because he needs them to be true. He needs to know that they're moving closer to her. That she's waiting for them. We will find you, darlin', I promise. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath as anxiety twists sharply in him, like a knife in his gut – always cutting.

"Shut up, I did. She says I'm improvin'." Elliot lies as his blue-eyed gaze returns to the orange flames, their bright light and the heat they give off causing him to squint a little bit. He looks lost in concentration and feels like he's trying to solve some great puzzle: his life. "Be honest, Ry – if you were me...would you believe that?" Cece couldn't possibly remember him. It's one of his greatest fears. That he'll be a stranger to his little girl. Barely three months old before she'd slipped through his fingers.

His chest feels tight as those thoughts resurface and Elliot dips his head between his arms. He exhales deeply, trying to ground himself as the thoughts threaten to take him away. It's always been this way for the youngest Cross – just when he feels like his head is above water and he can breathe, another wave hits him, threatening to drag him under. "Sorry," he ekes out as he inhales again through his nose and, three seconds later, exhales through his mouth. "I know you're just...you see the good side of things." He shakes his head, still tucked between arms, "I just ain't ever known how to do that."

#ryancross.talk #c: ryan cross w. elliot cross 004

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kolour-me-kourt · 6 months ago

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Chapter eleven: so now what?

Me how your day was" "terrible ... I missed you ..... and well I didn't make partner "

"damn bae I'm sorry and then I came in being a ass why you ain't text me" "I wanted to tell you in person so you can hold me" "mmm so who got it?" He pulls her closer causing her to smile

*time skip*

"Get back with Ella what are you doing" the guy says under his breath

#lameloball #mistresstomrs #black girl stories #black writers #jayson tatum #support black writers #jayson #jaysontatumxreader #lamelo ball #lamelo

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izekoi · 3 years ago

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Tell me about love

Random romantic hcs

Feat. Eden

I swore I was gonna stay a closeted EdenP but it didn’t work so hi (IM SORRY IBARA IS RLLY LONG I HAVE A LOT TO SAY)

Nagisa is described as a curious soul, and even more when it comes to you. He’s always eager to learn about your hobbies or the things you love. You like like mountain climbing? He’s willing to give it a try. How about the extreme amusement park ride that you’ve been excited about? He’ll be there in a jiffy.

Although Nagisa is naturally quiet, he’s a lot more affectionate than his juniors.

His love language would be quality time. He doesn’t mind at all as long as he gets to spend time with you. In fact, he’d leave the date arrangements to you. Though some dates would be sitting in comfortable silence as he reads his book and you do your thing.

Quiet the romantic, actually. He learns about romance from the books he reads —and Hiyori— so you might hear nicknames like ‘love’ or ‘dear’ coming from him.

He’s not one to initiate physical touch a lot but loves being touched. He finds it soothing then you run your fingers through his hair or when you simply lean against his back while reading.

If he confesses to you properly, then his confession possibly comes from a book or scripted by Ibara. If not, then you’ve heard him say ‘I love you’ a couple of times, it’s up to you how to take it.

Very good advice giver in general. He’s always ready to listen to your problems.

Please hold his hand when you go out so he doesn’t get lost or comeback with a box of rubber chickens

Hiyori’s love is the childish yet innocent. It’s the kind of selfish that makes you want to keep something to yourself. The kind that pushes him to boast about you (alongside himself, of course)

Hiyori spoils you. He’d spoil you to death if he could. He’d treat you your favorite sweets, take you to that amusement park you always wanted to go to.

PDA, lots of them. Hiyori doesn’t care who’s watching, he’d suddenly cling to you in public and doesn’t hesitate to say ‘I love you’ in front of others. In fact, he does it often.

He’s gets jealous at times. He enjoys being showered in attention, especially yours. He doesn’t bother hiding his displeasure when you’re paying more attention to someone else. Sometimes he’d barge in mid conversation, attempting to join in. Especially if it’s one of his unit mates.

Despite often having mood swings himself, there is nothing more he hates than seeing you upset. How can you be upset when the sun himself —Hiyori Tomoe— is right in front of you? He’s eager to help you put that smile back on your face.

Gives you his own merchandise as gifts (please use them)

Contrary to the rest of eden, Hiyori’s more prone to love at first sight. As Nagisa states, Hiyori often chooses what he loves. So when he sees you the first time he was determined to keep you by his side.

I don’t think he confessed, he just decided one day that you were a couple and that you should refer to him as your boyfriend.

Love with Ibara is something filled with ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ and a lot of contemplating on his part. It’s something that he’s realized but reluctant to admit.

He’s confused at first. How did you do it? How do you have him wrapped around your finger?

Won’t accept the one simple answer, ‘it’s love’. He thinks he is incapable and undeserving of love even though he knows. It might take him a while to fully accept it.

At first, he will treat you similarly to a rival since he prefers keeping people at a distance. Only approaching you ‘for the importance of work’ or so he says.

Needless to say, he’s used to putting up an upbeat front and he’s a little more of a perfectionist when it comes to you. He’s a little —or maybe very— afraid you might reject his honest self, a part he deems unappealing.

He hates it —or maybe not— when you distract him. When he’s working and you suddenly hug him from the back or kiss him on the cheek, he swears his brain is trying its hardest to not short circuit. It’s always a treat to see him flustered though.

He’s very busy but always makes a note to put you into his schedule. He takes you out on fancy dates, dinner, the ferris wheel during sunset, only the most perfect dates for you.

Though gradually dates become more casual as he opens up to you, it’s less of the ‘fancy setting’ and more of seeing him in a mote honest light. Simply walking to your favorite store together or ordering a meal together after work.

His tsundere side really makes it difficult for him to display any signs of weakness in front of you but he enjoys being the small spoon during cuddles. The warmth of your body as he lays against your chest soothes him away from the constant thoughts of work.

The most protective out of eden. He’s scary about it too. He’s quiet and the next day you find out the guy who talked shit about you suddenly had a ‘misfortune’ that day.

Ibara is actually quite attentive, he’d make you a cup of coffee along with his when he meets you before work in the morning, he’d wrap a blanket around you when you accidentally fall asleep doing late night work.

Jun’s love grows gradually, slowly, it wasn’t something he was hyperaware about. It’s the warmth that fills his chest when you smile, or the butterflies in his stomach when you compliment him. Chances are you were already quite close when he caught feelings.

Jun is quite shy and awkward when it comes to romance. He hesitates before initiating anything, and is especially bad at responding to compliments or affectionate words in generals so you might not hear that a lot from him.

Probably the only one to have confessed properly out of the four.

Prefers to keep it private but does obvious things, like using your picture as his wallpaper.

His love language is either act of service or gifts. Rather than words he prefers to show through actions. Jun often helps with the chores he knows you dislike, buys your favorite drink when he’s visiting, never forgets to bring back gifts when he has to travel for work.

A lot of times, he can be rather playful. He’d give you a playful flick on the forehead if he ever caught you staring into space, and laugh whenever you pout after losing to him in a video game. He’s quick to turn into both your lover and your best friend.

Dates with Jun would mostly be casual, taking you out for lunch, playing in the arcade, a walk in the nearby park when he has to take Mary out. He’s also content to spend time with you by playing video games while cuddled on the couch.

He pays close attention to your well-being. He’s the first to ring at your door when you’re swamped with work, bringing food that he had cooked himself, making sure you don’t die overworking.

He’s made it a habit to update you on his day to day things. It’s as simple as sending you a picture of his lunch when he’s away or sending you updates when he’s in the gym (work out pics hello there)

Doesn’t mind pampering you, though he does like being spoiled at times. Please pat him and tell him he did a good job.

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #nagisa ran #nagisa ran x reader #ibara saegusa #ibara saegusa x reader #jun sazanami #jun sazanami x reader #hiyori tomoe #hiyori tomoe x reader #enstars #ensemble stars

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heythereitsace · 2 years ago

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The Spoonie's Way

I've tried/failed at The Artist's Way for several years. I've tried to tough it out on my own (bad choice) and with real life groups (better) and weekly Zoom meets (best). But I've always struggled to keep up the habits I develop over the twelve weeks, particularly things like the Morning Pages, and I think I've realised why:

The Artist's Way is not designed with disability in mind.

For me, specifically, I've got hypermobility. That means my body bends further than it should, and it makes certain things more painful or much more effort. One of those things? Writing with a pen.

The Morning Pages are a cornerstone of The Artist's Way, and right off the bat you're told that they should be done long-hand (handwritten) AND first thing in the morning.

"Just get up half an hour earlier," the book prompts you. "Gift yourself this morning time."

No no no. My poor broken hands means that half an hour is not nearly enough time to scratch out three pages. I need at least an hour, maybe 90 minutes, to get that done. And my hands are RUINED after that. Like, don't ask me to now make breakfast, or drive, or do up buttons. Looking back now, no wonder I couldn't get through these courses! I was being asked to do MUCH more than Julia Cameron thinks she's asking, because I'm not the default body she imagines when she's putting this course together. I don't think it's malicious, I just think it's a lack of thought.

The hardest thing about it (before you realise this course isn't designed with disability in mind) is that the course tells you "This may be tough, but stick with the discipline of it. It's worth it."

That may be true for folks without jelly joints, but this was NOT a worthwhile discipline for me. I threw myself against it again and again, and all it did was hurt me, wreck my mornings, and make me feel like a colossal failure.

So, if there are any fellow spoonies also struggling through The Artist's Way, let me share with you a few tweaks that myself and other spoonie friends have used, so that you can enjoy the challenge without it being impossible.

YOU DON'T NEED TO HANDWRITE YOUR MORNING PAGES. I give you permission. If you've tried it and it hurts, or it puts your body into a bad position, or it takes way too much time out of your day, TYPE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS. I like to use a website called 750 Words which is inspired by the Morning Pages. It's a really simple writing space which gives you a confetti celebration on the screen when you hit the target, shows you your writing streak, and converts your daily mind-dump into beautiful data which I ADORE. 750 Words is free for the first month and then you pay after that, but it doesn't even need to be that complicated - just write in a Google Doc, or whatever writing space works best on your computer. As long as it's saved and stored in a way that you can find it, and it's not going to be easily accessed by others, you're doing great.

YOU DON'T NEED TO WRITE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. My partner has ADHD and mornings are NOT his friend. He hasn't had his meds, he's often struggling from coming to bed late, it's just the absolute worst time for him. You know when IS a good time? Writing in the evenings. He loves doing that. Once he gave himself permission to sit down and write in the evenings, he didn't miss a day, and it became an awesome daily wind-down for him. If mornings are complicated for medication or insomnia or neutrodivergent reasons, experiment with writing at different times and see if you can find a time that better fits you. Being able to write regularly is more important than writing first thing.

IT DOESN'T NEED TO BE THREE PAGES. Buy a smaller notebook. Or buy a bigger one and write just one page. Choose your own word count on your digital doc. Set a timer and write until it goes, or write until YOU feel you're finished. This is your space. Find what works for you.

TREAT IT LIKE A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT. Everyone's different, and it might take a few goes to find exactly what works for you. So, by all means, try the Morning Pages as described to start with. But if you find that it doesn't work, rather than coming down hard on yourself for 'failing', treat the whole thing like a science experiment. So, it didn't work today. Why was that? What can I tweak to get a more consistent result? And then try that change for the next iteration. You don't have to keep bashing your head against it hoping for a different result. We spoonies have it hard enough. Mould this creative tool into one that fits your hands, your body, and your life.

#Artists Way #The Artists Way #Julia Cameron #Creative #Writing #Creativity #Creative Practice #Spoonie #Chronic Fatigue #Disability #Morning Pages

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