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[lemonlover1110]

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Sukuna

[Chapter 9] Yuuji

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The nightmares stop, he notices. Once you have the stupid baby by your side, it seems like all of your ailments disappear. There’s a look of joy on your face whenever he sees you, something that he had never seen before.

Sukuna won’t admit that he’s nervous, but he can’t help but wonder if you’ll actually treat his sons with the love and nurture that a mother is supposed to give. What if you love a random baby more than his own blood? Sukuna doesn’t like to think of that thought, but it’s not something that he can control. This is why he doesn’t like to associate with humans– How can he control their feelings? 

How will he ensure that you love his sons more than the random baby that you hold in your arms? How will he make sure that this random baby that smiles at you won’t steal the spotlight from his heirs?

“Who’s a beautiful boy?” You’re putting on a baby voice, making the baby laugh in your arms. His beautiful brown eyes stare back at you with pure joy. But the joy in his eyes doesn’t even come close to the ones that reflect from yours. He’s your baby. Your little companion while you’re stuck with Sukuna.

“Not that baby, that’s for sure.” Sukuna tries to joke, but it falls flat. You know he’s being honest. He earns a glare from you before your gaze softens as you look at the baby. He rolls his eyes, wondering how a stupid little human has a greater priority than him. 

Sukuna stares at you for an interminable five minutes, watching as you cuddle the baby that you’ve taken under your wing. His plan worked, but also it’s fired back. 

“Why do you care for him so much?” Sukuna speaks up, curious because you’ve taken quite a liking to a stranger’s baby. You’re not related to it in any way, so why do you take your time to hug and love the baby?

“I think I should name him.” You ignore the question. You’ve come to the realization that you have yet to give him a name. You just call him baby, but he’ll grow and won’t be a baby anymore. In due time, he won’t be the only baby around.

“Hmmm.” He hums in response. He isn’t mad that he’s been ignored, at this point he’s used to it with you. You only answer when you want to, he guesses he’s rubbing off on you.

“Yuuji.” You smile. Sukuna won’t comment on the name, as long as it’s not his sons that suffer from the stupid name.

Sukuna watches the smile on your face fade away in a matter of seconds, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath. He steps toward you, moving the hair out of your way and asking, “Are you okay?”

“Hold him.” You hand Yuuji to Sukuna, who reluctantly takes the baby into his arms. You ensure Sukuna holds him right before a cry escapes your lips. 

“What is it with you, woman?” Sukuna raises his voice, making the baby cry in his arms. He watches you touch your stomach, and his eyes widen at the action. Worry consumes him until he notices that there’s nothing wrong.

“The babies are kicking.” You tell him, something that he noticed on his own. One of his hands goes to your bump, trying to feel his babies as he subconsciously bounces the baby in his arms. 

“They’re strong.” He comments, a hint of excitement laced in his voice. He tries not to let it show, but you hear it. It’s a shame that his excitement comes with your misery.

“Uraume! Come here!” He yells, his hand rubbing your stomach, following the feet of his baby. When Uraume is in the room, he hands the baby to them. Uraume doesn’t need to be told twice, they simply walk out of the room to calm down the baby as Sukuna indulges in his excitement.

“Sukuna! What are you doing?!” You’re caught off guard when he begins to get you undressed. He shushes you, acting as if your voice will make the babies stop kicking. A wicked smile comes to his lips as he sees the trace of their feet. 

“They got jealous.” He comments, almost laughing to himself. They don’t like to share, and that’s understandable. Sukuna isn’t a big fan of sharing either. His calloused hand rubs your bump, exciting the active babies.

“Sukuna, stop.” You have to order, cutting off his excitement. His hand freezes while he makes direct eye contact with you.

“What?” A frown comes to his face. 

“It hurts.” You share, and he takes his hand off your stomach, tying your garments again. You expect him to immediately become stoic once again, but there’s a slight sparkle in his eyes– Something you’ve never noticed from him. You’re almost shocked, though you shouldn’t be. The whole reason that you’re by his side is because he wants an heir, he’s bound to get thrilled.

“Uraume–” He begins, but you put your hand over his huge mouth; that’s when the frown comes back to his face. His hand wraps around your wrist, and as gently as he possibly can, he removes your hand from his mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Yuuji can stay with the servants for a bit.” You tell him. “Why don’t we take a nap?”

“Have you ever seen me sleep?” Sukuna questions, and a mischievous smile comes to your face. In that moment, Sukuna realizes that letting you keep Yuuji was his best idea because he’s never seen you react like that with anything he’s said. Your relationship is improving.

“I’ve caught you a couple of times.” You confess, making him scoff. 

“Like hell you have, woman!” He yells, and you end up chuckling. 

“Right, when you’re not sleeping you’re with–” You begin, before a moan escapes your lips. His babies will be the death of you.

“Lay down, come here.” Sukuna tells you, wrapping his arms around you and helping you on your back. He stares at you… Almost adoringly as he lays down beside you. He watches you take deep breaths as his babies continue to kick.

“They’re strong.” You comment, but it’s not shocking to him, instead his mind goes to what you were about to say.

“You were going to bring up Kyoko.” He says as you shut your eyes. The last thought in your mind at this moment is that woman. Your babies decided that your joke wasn’t worth telling, which is why they started to kick again.

“It was stupid.” You respond, making him roll his eyes. 

“Do you want me to leave her?” He asks, and you begin to laugh.

“Even if I did, you wouldn’t do anything about it.” You argue, and he remains quiet.

You stare at the ceiling in total silence, while he stares at you. You turn to look at him, and he looks perplexed. You don’t know what overtakes you, but before your body can process it, you kiss his cheek. He raises his brows, caught off guard by the kiss.

Did that just happen? He won’t question it, he’ll gladly accept it.

You sheepishly smile at him before saying, “Let’s take a nap.”

Sukuna wakes up before you do, and he gets this weird feeling… He wants to pick up Yuuji. He takes the baby from Uraume’s hands, and orders them to keep watch over you as Sukuna takes a moment with the baby. It’s easy to like a thing if it makes his wife like him– He’ll convince himself that’s not the reason he wants Yuuji in his arms though.

He needs to learn how to deal with a baby since it’s a matter of months before his heirs are born. If he can’t handle one stupid human baby, how will he handle two of his kin? 

“Why does she like you so much?” Sukuna frowns as he stares down at the baby. It’s ironic that he puts the baby on the dinner table; it’s a good thing that the little guy has no idea what’s going on. 

The baby stares back at Sukuna with wide eyes, trying to eat his own foot. Sukuna’s actually amazed that the babies are so flexible, if he tried to suck on his own toe then… He won’t even think about it. Uraume would be put in an awkward position if Sukuna ever got adventurous.

“All you do is drink her milk, shit in your clothes, and cry.” Sukuna lists, as if the baby understands anything. “You aren’t even her kin, yet she loves you more than me.”

Sukuna grabs the baby’s arm, ready to inspect it. There must be something about this darn baby that you adore. Yuuji grabs Sukuna’s index finger, which makes Sukuna immediately retract. Yuuji laughs at Sukuna’s expression.

“Is it because you laugh at anything?” Sukuna frowns. He picks up the baby, and spins the thing around. So small and fragile… If he were in your shoes he’d understand but he can’t. He doesn’t understand the attraction and fawning over something that can’t fend for itself. “I’ll make sure my babies laugh at anything.”

The little arm reaches out to reach Sukuna’s face; an action that no reasonable adult would do. He guesses that’s the fun thing about babies, they fear nothing. It’s why he refuses to eat them, there’s no fun in easting something that won’t fear him.

“Yuuj–” Sukuna begins, but the idiot puts his tiny hand in Sukuna’s mouth. Sukuna won’t eat him, but it seems that the baby wants to be eaten. Sukuna restricts the baby's hands so Yuuji won’t get any more weird ideas. “I guess you’re my son. That’s what she wants.”

He doesn’t know why he speaks to someone that can’t answer. He’ll admit that it’s fun. He’s having a conversation, something that he rarely gets to do. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Yuuji. You’ll never be as important as my actual sons.” Sukuna narrows his eyes as he stares at the wide-eyed baby. A stupid warning.

“My king.” Uraume announces themselves from outside the room, not wanting to cut into Sukuna’s very special time with Yuuji. He hums in response, making Uraume speak again, “Lady Kyo–”

“Tell her to go to hell.” Sukuna responds before Uraume can even finish the sentence. Sukuna made up his mind about something. He doesn’t know when he decided, but he guesses it’s when you abruptly kissed his cheek– Or did the idea come to him beforehand?

“I’m getting rid of her.” He says, something that’s meant only for his ears. And Yuuji’s as well since the baby rests in Sukuna’s arms.

A weird sound leaves Yuuji’s rear, quickly followed by a foul smell. Sukuna’s nose wrinkles, and even though he’s smelt some foul things, nothing compares to this. He nearly gags.

“Uraume, take this thing away from me! Bathe him!” He yells, counting down the seconds in which his servant takes the baby from his arms. Uraume comes rushing, taking the baby from the monster.

“The things I do for that woman.” He comments, motioning Uraume to leave as fast as possible. 

[doe-eyed-disaster]

Reflexive hatred of "modern art" (scare quotes because the term gets used for pieces and styles well beyond actual modernist movements) is part of the cultural legacy of fascism. Fascist critics and commentators decried the "degenerate nature" of art, particularly pieces that could be linked in any way to Jews, blacks, variously queer people, and anyone else deemed "undesirable". Fascist aesthetics rejected innovations in abstraction of form and style, like you'd see in cubism, and emphasized heroic posturing couched in an iconic visual language of symmetry, simplicity, and gestures towards the "classical". The juxtaposition of the two was staged prominently in public art galleries from Rome to Berlin, displays which labeled modern pieces as "degenerate" and explicitly asking audiences the question, "can you believe they're trying to convince you that this is art?". Fascists around the world adopted these aesthetic sensibilities, in no small part due to their efficacy as political messages.

I'm not saying you that you should like big splotches of color on a canvas. I rather like them - seeing a Rothko in person was a transformative experience for me - but there's no innate, ephemeral quality that makes any one piece more "real" than another. At the end of the day, it was a bunch of paint on a canvas, just like every other painting. I merely happened to like that particular bunch.

What I am saying is that reflexively denigrating a style of art that you don't understand and don't like is reactionary. The notion that modern art sucks is a cultural meme, one whose audience and influence is substantially greater than any piece against which that criticism is leveled. It's a meme with a clear political dimension, one which decries experiments in form and style and (whether explicitly or implicitly) invites us to turn instead towards the familiar and traditional. If, upon seeing something unfamiliar, something you don't quite understand and which breaks with your ideas about what art is, your reflex is to denigrate it and insist that it's not *real art*, I'd invite you to be critical of where that idea came from and how it found its way into your head even before you ever saw such a painting in the first place.

actuaally fuuckingggg hate people who dont like art in any meaningful way unless its a drawing of batman mixed with superman or some shit. All those videos where people "destroy modern art" by putting a random object in a museum and insulting people when they take pictures of it are so irritating. Like yeah im sure some of the people taking pics are kind of annoying but most people are just trying to find greater meaning and beauty in things especially when theyre in a museum specifically to do that. You arent badass for not liking art youre just boring and refuse to find something interesting or beautiful in things you have already decided you hate

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

Healer Cookie has made a wonderful new friend recently.

He had been in an awful state when they first found him, already half crumbled, and even the miracle worker Healer worried he wouldn't be able to save him. But save him he had, and in exchange, his friend had insisted on staying with them for the foreseeable future. He trails after Healer and assits him in any way he can, very rarely peeling himself away from his side.

Healer thinks it's sweet, growing fond of his new near-constant companion. Black Raisin is not so convinced. She keeps telling him that she has a bad feeling about this newcomer, and she doesn't like the way he's stubbornly cozying up to Healer. Healer does his best to soothe her concerns, reasoning that the attachment stems from his friend's gratitude for his saved life, but he knows how fiercely protective of their village she can be, so it's difficult to dissuade her entirely.

At the very least, his new friend seems to not mind Black Raisin's wariness. In fact, he pays very little mind towards the village at large, busying himself with long conversations with Healer whenever possible.

Healer must admit, he finds his friend fascinating, his conversations engaging and illuminating. When Healer is busy tending to patients, his friend will tell swooping, glorious tales that bewitch the whole healing tent, and often Healer's patients will leave with a fresh appreciation for their new neighbour.

It's the conversations they have alone, however, that Healer finds most interesting. His friend has a tendency to ask the strangest questions out of nowhere, and give the most captivating explanations, with a certain weight to his words that seems to be otherwise absent when they are around anyone else. Questions such as:

"Do you know what a Soul Jam is?" His friend, Plain Yogurt Cookie, asks casually, somewhere across the tent. Healer can hear the lazy flipping of paper.

Healer pauses, caught off guard by the immediate question after just stepping into the tent. He considers it for a moment; the name rings a very faint bell, but he can't actually pin it down to anything in his memory, so he shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

He walks towards the sound of Plain Yogurt's voice with the aid of his staff, reaching out his free hand and making a small grabbing motion. There's the sound of shuffling before a tepid hand meets him halfway, cold fingers curling around his as Plain Yogurt pulls him to sit beside him on the thin bedroll. Healer can do this by himself, really, but Plain Yogurt always insists on helping, so it has become routine by now, to offer his hand and let him lead.

"A Soul Jam is a manifestation of incredible, unimaginable power and eternal life." Plain Yogurt explains as Healer settles at his side, gingerly laying his staff down on the floor. "There are five, and they originally belonged to five great heroes, who were given them by the Witches themselves. But the Witches are fickle beings. They cruelly snatched the Soul Jams back from the five great heroes on a whim and declared them unworthy, even though the Soul Jams had only ever been theirs."

Healer gasps, fully engaged with his friend's unspooling story even though it was sprung on him so suddenly. "Why? What did those five heroes do?"

"Nothing that warranted what they got. Their Soul Jams, the very core of their being, stripped away and them, cast into a suffocating Silver Tree in a faraway continent, sentenced to an eternal imprisonment!" There's grit in Plain Yogurt's voice that widens into a growl, oozing with a bitter anger. He must have some very passionate opinions on this story, because Healer hasn't heard him quite that rough before. "The betrayal! The injustice!"

"How awful." Healer comments sympathetically, nodding his head in agreement. "It sounds like a terribly unfair fate."

"It does, doesn't it?" Plain Yogurt clears his throat, and his voice smooths back out to its usual silky-sweet quality. "But that's not the important part. You see, the Soul Jams were broken apart by the Witches, and their purest parts were scattered across the realm, waiting to be found by the thieves that would become their new holders."

"Ah, so the Soul Jams are still out there somewhere?" Healer guesses, assuming this tale is something of a legendary mystery.

Plain Yogurt lets out a little hum. "Well, yes, but not quite. Actually, the Soul Jams have already found their new holders, but disaster struck and they disappeared in the aftermath." He shifts, leaning closer to whisper to Healer, a smile sneaking into his low tone. "One in particular, the holder of the Light of Truth, fell into a deep slumber, spending his days in a dreamlike haze of ignorance." He leans even closer, and Healer shudders as his breath gently caresses his dough, turning to face him. "Have you really never heard this story before?"

Healer sucks in a shallow breath and, on impulse, clumsily reaches a hand up, searching for Plain Yogurt's face. He gets stopped halfway, his wrist snared in a frigid grip, tight enough to startle him.

"...What are you doing?" Plain Yogurt's voice has lost its playfulness, as cold as his hands. Healer's stomach twists with shame. Plain Yogurt freely and frequently touches him, but Healer has already realised that he does not appreciate the same being done to him. He prefers to initiate, or otherwise lead the contact.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Healer offers, ducking his head with an awkward little chuckle. "I wasn't thinking very deeply. You were just so close, and I suddenly wanted to take a look at you."

Take a look, of course, is meant metaphorically here. Healer just wants to feel Plain Yogurt's face, to remember its shape, they both understand that. But Plain Yogurt responds like it was meant literally anyway, his grip on Healer's wrist loosening to something more gentle as he sighs, "You're not completely blind, are you? If you took those bandages off, it would be way easier to get an idea of my face."

Healer has never mentioned the degree of his visual impairment to his friend, so he isn't sure where he got this idea from, but he doesn't focus on that. He can't, because the idea of taking his bandages off and opening his eyes strikes him with a dark dread, anxiety wriggling to life in his chest.

"No, I can't." He says firmly, shaking his head. He doesn't know why, but he knows that he really can't bear to do it, a possible danger that he doesn't want to risk.

Plain Yogurt is quiet for a moment that stretches and snaps, the only evidence that he is still there being the chill of his hand loosely around Healer's wrist. Then, he snorts, tumbling into a poorly stifled laugh. "Awfully eager to hide from the Truth, aren't you?"

Healer doesn't get a chance to fully process his mutter, layered beneath his laugh, before Plain Yogurt distracts him by grabbing both of his hands. Tucked underneath Plain Yogurt's palms, Healer's hands are guided to his face. Healer exhales, carefully spidering his fingers out to feel the contours, the short curling ends of his icing hair. Plain Yogurt's cheeks are lukewarm, just like the rest of him.

"Do you think you deserve the Soul Jam?" Plain Yogurt asks quietly, as abruptly as all his other questions. Healer can feel his lips move against the edge of his hand with each syllable.

Healer thinks about it, slightly confused by this hypothetical question but willing to entertain it. His hands go slack, satisfied with its acquaintance with Plain Yogurt's face and ready to return to his lap, but Plain Yogurt keeps them pressed to his cheeks. Healer doesn't complain, instead letting out a little chuckle.

"...No, I don't think so. If that power really is as incredible as you say, I doubt I would be suitable to wield it. Though," Healer's voice trails off for a second, turning wistful, "with it, I'm sure I would be able to help much more Cookies."

Plain Yogurt makes a noise of acknowledgement, before tilting his head – Healer knows, can feel it through his hands. "And what about me?" He asks, with an odd intensity. "Do you think I deserve the Soul Jam?"

This answer comes easier. Healer smiles, "More than me, at the very least."

Plain Yogurt doesn't reply immediately, but somehow, Healer can feel his gaze drilling into him, along with a dozen others, and he sits a little straighter under the scrutiny.

The tension bursts like a bubble as Plain Yogurt starts laughing, loud enough to fill the entire little tent, shaking its secure foundations. Healer's hands are finally released, and he folds them neatly in his lap. He enjoys the sound of Plain Yogurt's laughter, though he doesn't know what exactly is so funny.

Eventually, the laughter winds down, ending with a huff as Plain Yogurt slumps over against him, resting their heads against each other. Healer startles in surprise, but quickly relaxes into it, sitting still to avoid jostling his friend too much.

They sit there in comfortable silence, the sounds of the rest of the villagers tapering out as the night begins to creep in.

"...Have I ever told you about the Spire?" With their heads together like this, it feels like Plain Yogurt whispers directly into Healer's mind. His tone makes it clear that he knows he never has, the question rhetorical.

Healer answers anyway. "No, I don't think so. What spire are you talking about?"

"My Spire." Plain Yogurt replies simply, a smirk carrying his words. He begins to gesture dramatically with the arm not pressed against Healer's side - he can tell by the sudden jostling. "It's an absolute marvel, I tell you! Its' peaks are as tall as the sky itself, stuck in a perpetual night. There's the Yogurt River, and the blueberry bushes, and the apple trees in the courtyard. There are rooms by the dozen, and staircases that lead nowhere and everywhere, and cards that come alive. A place of splendorous chaos, holding the secrets of the universe!"

Whimsical pride plumps Plain Yogurt's voice, and that alone is enough to make Healer smile as he continues to describe the majesty of his Spire in excited, hushed tones against the end of Healer's brow.

Awe warms Healer like a hearth along with a spark of shame as he finally gets the chance to murmur back, "That sounds like an impressive place. Confusing, but impressive."

"Right?" Plain Yogurt grins. "Much better than this old dump, anyway."

Healer's smile stutters slightly. "Well, we all do our best with what we have here." He defends, voice steady, pulling away just a little. "If you have a place like that to return to, why haven't you? You sound very fond of it, and you've recovered enough to travel at length again."

"What, do you not want me here anymore?" Plain Yogurt teases, with an audible pout.

Healer sighs, shoulders relaxing again. "No, of course not. I like your company, but I really am curious."

"Mmm, I wonder. Maybe there's something keeping me here." Plain Yogurt suggests with a mockingly singsong lilt to his voice, one that isn't quite familiar to Healer. Healer jolts as Plain Yogurt's arm sneaks up around him, pulling him back into his side, but his head falls comfortably into the crook of his shoulder anyway. Plain Yogurt's short, soft curls brush against the side of his face, cushioning him.

"One day, I'll take you to my Spire, my dear." Plain Yogurt says in a low, strange tone, burbling like a pot about to boil over, and it is both a gentle promise and a threat of some kind.

"That sounds nice." Healer means it, even though he knows he doesn't plan to leave the village any time soon. Not when there are Cookies here who need his miracle healing.

Healer is not stupid. Though he sometimes find it a little unncessary, the villagers call him the Wise One for a reason. He understands Black Raisin's wariness of his new friend in particular.

Plain Yogurt is hiding something, and probably something big. Healer doesn't need to see him to know that when it is clear enough in his crafted voice. Besides, the state of their little village is not an enviable one. No traveller would want to stay past their strained welcome, especially not one who has somewhere as magnificent as that spire supposedly waiting for them.

But, regardless of whatever secrets Plain Yogurt may have, Healer doesn't believe he's malicious. He treats him too gently for that, his cold fingers cradling his hand every time he insists on helping. And his stories, told in such a lively tone, are always able to lift his patients' spirits. Why would he bother with all that, if he truly had ill intent?

No, Plain Yogurt can't be malicious, so Healer sees no reason to force his secrets out of him. If they continue bonding, they will surely surface eventually.

And if Healer is somehow wrong about this, if he really is malicious, then... well, it's better this way. Better for his attention and potential wrath to be focused entirely on him. Healer can take the brunt of it to protect the rest of the village, and it would be perfectly fair, since he had been the one to advocate for Plain Yogurt to be allowed to stay in the first place.

Ah, Black Raisin would be upset with him if she heard him say that, but it's true enough, isn't it?

That won't happen, anyway. Plain Yogurt is suspicious, definitely, and knows something Healer doesn't, but that is not an inherently dangerous thing.

For now, they can sit cuddled together on this thin bedroll and enjoy each other's company. Healer has no need for the past he doesn't remember, nor the future he can't see.

All he needs is this present, cozy in the fledgling night with his friend's lazily hummed melody coiling around him like a musical snake.

[tan1shere]

Hi could you do a fic where Billie announces that reader is pregnant?? Like you don’t understand how BAD I want a fic like this. Btw I love you’re fic

Pregnancy Announcement

A/n: yes ofc my love ! Hope this is good <3

Warnings - nothing just fluff ! || masterlist

"Hey you guys." Billie says softly. It was yet another stationhead live. The comments rolled in, people saying all sorts. It was early in the morning, you were snuggled into bed and frankly neither of you could sleep, you had already gotten up once to go puke, and it was only a matter of time before you go and do so again. Every day at around this time you'd spew 3 times. It was horrible, but it was all for something so amazing in the long run. "Just wanted to come on here. Answer some questions."

They fly by as she tries to read them. "Where's Y/n? She's asleep, something I should probably be doing. But I couldn't." She laughs a bit. "It's fine, just couldn't sleep." She says as the comments ask what's wrong. But her attention moves towards you as you toss in the bed. She knew exactly what that meant as you begin to sit up, rushing into the bathroom. The door was heard being closed hastily. Causing Billie to get up and follow. "Be right back you guys." She opens the door right as you were hurling. Coughing in the process.

Since the room was so quiet aside from that, it picked up on her phone quite clearly. You groan in pain as Billie sighs. "I wish I could take this agony away from you." She says softly, crouching and moving some hair from your face. "One more to go this morning." You sigh defeated. "You never know it could just be two this morning?" She says trying to keep you from worrying. You hated puking so this was definitely something you had to get use to for awhile. "I find that unlikely." You say closing your eyes and leaning into her touch, as her hand moves to rest against your cheek. "I'll be ok, go talk to your fans baby." She shakes her head. "I'm here for you, and that's a promise I'm keeping."

You faintly smile at her. Standing and looking in the mirror. "Hey, I'm actually kinda showing now!" You beam, distracting yourself from the horrible events earlier. She smiles wide, going to put her hand on the little bump. "God I'm so excited." She says. You kiss her. "Me too." You both go back out. You get into bed while Billie goes back to her phone seeing the comments blowing up.

"Oh my god, Y/n is pregnant?"

"Is Y/n pregnant???"

That was practically all that was zooming past. Billie freezes for a moment, mouthing something to you. "They know." You giggle at her petrified face. "That's ok, we were going to tell them eventually." You whisper. "Right... Well yes, she is pregnant. Surprise!" Billie chuckles. Not much of a surprise seeing as they all overheard you two. "Everyone's congratulating you, well us but yeah." You smile. "Thank you everyone!" You say.

Not at all how you guys planned to tell the fans, but the previous plan was still in motion just in case no one else knew. Which would be fairly impossible considering her update fan pages. They were always one step ahead. But you decide to do the post you originally were going to do. Billie adds the two positive pregnancy tests on the bed when she's done with that live. Getting the few pieces of clothing already bought and popping that into frame. She snaps the photo adding a few baby emojis.

"🍼👶"

She tags you near the top, posting it for the world to see.

Tags - @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils @sweetcherriexs @bilsdillldough @mystiquemm

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[libraford]

Alright, I said I was going to talk in more detail about the city council meeting to sort of like... demystify the process for people that are nervous about getting involved on the local level.

Just for disclosure- my city is somewhat unique in that the city council has a touch more power than the mayor in terms of decision making and this experience may not be the same across the board.

Secondly- I am kind of in the dark about a lot of the legal stuff.

Okay.

So both our city council and board of ed meetings will meet three times on an issue before making any official decision. Citizens can propose things, but I'm not sure what the official process for that is. I'll have to look into that further.

This past meeting was the final vote meeting for a conversion therapy ban. I heard about it through a couple activism groups on facebook. The measure had been proposed before but then struck down with a previous city council.

If you cannot or do not want to attend a meeting for any reason, you can likely message one of the members of the group organizing around the issue and ask them to speak on your behalf. You can then send that person a written version of what you'd like to say.

If you want to attend, you do not have to speak. Attendance is noted. You do not have to interact with anyone.

IF YOU PLAN ON SPEAKING:

There is a section of every meeting set aside for public comments. Anyone can speak. It does not have to be about a pertinent issue. Last time, a guy got up and talked about AI and automation taking jobs when there was nothing proposed about it.

The rules for speaking will be stated at the beginning of the public comments section. Sometimes there is a sign up sheet to speak, sometimes you can just jump in line.

If you want to speak but you're not a great speaker, I PROMISE YOU that you're not the weirdest person to stand at the podium. You are not the shyest, you do not have the worst stutter. This is not a school presentation where you'll be graded on your performance. You are allowed to read from a prepared statement. You can keep it short, and that is actually preferred because ours has a 3 minute time limit.

If you want to be visible and you want to speak, but do not know what to say, there is absolutely NO SHAME in getting up there and saying "I would like to echo support for (bill)." And in fact, that is a good way to start any speech because it makes it clear what your intentions are.

If you DO speak, they will ask that you state your name and your address (its okay if you just state your suburb instead of full address.) There is a roster to put your name and address. They will not harass you, but it has to go on public record if you spoke at a meeting.

Once the public comments section is over, you cannot speak up any longer during the meeting. The council takes the floor. You may sit back down in the audience or you may leave at any time.

If one of the issues discussed is actionable (an amendment, a bill) the council will discuss it openly and vote on it. They will vote on it for every meeting as a way to gauge support. If its the first meeting on an issue and the vote looks grim, the decision isn't final. The council discussion last night focused on things like potential flaws in the amendment, potential abuses of the rules, anonymity, practical things. Our city council meetings are also attended by a law professional, the city manager, the clerk, and other professionals who are capable of answering the more complicated questions.

Final vote meetings can get a bit heated. Last night there were attendees that were booing council members and speakers that were against the amendment. I personally found that a bit rude, but it seemed that this was something that... happens? People get passionate.

After final votes, the meeting continues. Again, you can leave at any time. I stayed because they were talking about things that are related to my job and kinda interesting.

There's a wrap-up where they may discuss decisions made and other social topics. And then the meeting is adjourned and if you haven't left already you can go.

The people who are advocating for positive change WANT you to be involved in the process, at any level. This is the entry level of involvement that ANYONE can do. My hillbilly ass got up there with all my ain'ts and y'alls and they had to listen because I'm part of their public body.

So anyway, that's what its like to talk at city hall. Its scary, but its not so bad if you write it out first, and I think the more people that get involved on this level the more power we can have.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Play Your Part

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: angst, unwanted touching and kissing

Summary: You and your team go undercover at a bar to gather information on one of the most successful crime families this country has ever seen. Things don’t go according to plan, but Bucky is there to save you like he always is.

Square Filled: undercover au (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You grab your drink from the bar counter and scan the crowd. Your target is here somewhere, and it’s your job to distract him. The earpiece statics in your ear but you don’t give away that you have a whole team behind you.

“Touch your nose if you can hear us,” Steve says. As naturally as you can, you scratch your nose before lowering your arm. “Anyone see the target?”

“Target acquired,” Sam says. “Your ten o’clock, Y/N.”

You look that way and spot the target in question, millionaire and fuckboy, Landon Parker. He’s sitting down on the couch, laughing with some man. You’re not sure if that’s his friend or if that’s someone he just met. It doesn’t matter. You’re going in.

“Nat, you better be fast. I’m going in.”

“Be careful,” Steve says.

“I’m right here if you need me,” Bucky says.

That brings a smile to your face. No matter what mission you’re on or what you’re doing, your boyfriend is always there to protect you. He can’t very well do what you’re about to do, so he’s nearby in case Landon gets any bright ideas. You’re always cautious but it’s nice to know you have someone who loves you so much who will do anything to make sure you’re safe.

You down the rest of your drink and walk over to the dancefloor where Landon is. He’s part of the Parker crime family and has plans somewhere in his club about how his family wants to take over the state or some shit. They’ve always wanted to overthrow the government and become one of the biggest crime families this country has ever seen. The government is warped and corrupt, but the Parker family is worse. They have moles everywhere. Like Hydra. You wouldn’t be shocked if they actually had ties to the organization.

Fury tasked you and a few others to try and bring him down, so that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to play your part. Natasha is tasked with getting into his office and searching it from top to bottom, Sam and Steve are tasked with distracting the guards, you’re tasked with distracting Landon, and Bucky is here to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

You push through the crowd until there is nothing separating you from Landon. This is for the mission. I love you, Bucky. You sway your hips to the beat of the music and run your hands up and down the length of your body. For good measure, you push your breasts closer together subtly, and that catches Landon’s attention.

He does a double take when his eyes land on you, and he forgets about his friend altogether. You smirk and turn so he has a good view of your ass that’s just peeking out from below your dress. He’s a known fuckboy so this is the only way to get his attention. You turn around and you can tell from where you are that his eyes are completely black from lust. He points his finger at you and curls it, beckoning you to him.

“I’m right here, baby,” Bucky’s voice comes over the earpiece.

You confidently walk over to Landon, not shocked when he grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him. Instead of landing on his lap, you scot to the left so you’re sitting on the couch.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Candy,” you grin, giving him a cheeky but fake name.

“Mmm, do you taste just as good as candy?”

“Maybe.”

He grabs your knee and rubs your soft skin. He’s known to get handsy so this doesn’t surprise you. You don’t like it but it’s necessary if you want to keep his attention on you and not on the fact that someone is breaking into his office right now. He slides his hand upward but you grab it before he can cross the line. You push his hands off you and cross your leg to make it known you’re not letting him anywhere near you.

“What’s your name?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Maybe, but I want to hear you say it.”

Landon leans so close to you that you can smell his minty breath. “Landon Parker.”

“I’ve heard of you.”

“I’m sure you have. What do you say we get out of here?”

“Like out of the club?” That would work in your favor.

“No, my office. It’s private and I can show you a great time.”

Shit, he can’t go to his office. He’s close enough for the rest of the team to hear what he has to say.

“I’m not finished. I’m working as fast as I can, but you still need to keep him busy,” Natasha says.

“Hurry up before I beat his ass,” Bucky growls.

“I’m okay,” you say, half talking to Landon and half talking to Bucky. “I like being right here. Make you work for it.”

“Mmm, I like that,” he grins.

He surprises you by leaning in and kissing you. You put your hand on his chest and push him away from you, a slight blush on your cheeks. He mistakes your flush for being turned on when really, you’re afraid for him. If this wasn’t a mission, he would have been on his ass with Bucky over him.

“That’s not working for it, Landon.”

“Make it easy for me, then.”

Again, he leans in and kisses you. You push him away but that seems to egg him on, not deter him. You’re starting to get uncomfortable but there are two things stopping you from getting up and leaving. One, Natasha’s not done. Two, Bucky is right across the room watching this. He wouldn’t let you get hurt.

“What good would that be if I did that?”

“Natasha, hurry,” Bucky growls angrily. “I’m two seconds away from ripping this fucker’s head off.”

“Cool it, Barnes. I’m downloading the files now.”

Landon grabs your thigh and pries your legs apart with unbelievable strength. You try to keep him at a distance while still being in character, but he’s very good at getting what he wants. He leans in again to kiss you while sliding his hands closer to your pussy.

“Okay, I can’t do this anymore,” you say, completely tapping out.

“Buck, get her out of there.”

Bucky is already out of his seat before Steve can finish his sentence. He grabs Landon’s arm and yanks him away from you. Without alerting anyone, he punches him in the face with his metal arm. Landon falls against the couch, passed out, and you jump away from him as if he could reach out and grab you again.

“You couldn’t have waited, huh?” Nat sighs.

“Nope.”

“Doesn’t matter. I got the info. Widow out.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks, pulling you into him.

“I am now. You’re here.”

“I told you, I’ll always be here for you. Sorry it got that far.”

“It’s okay, I knew you’d come save me.” You lean up and kiss Bucky. “Come on, let’s get out of here before his guard realizes something’s wrong.”

With the information in hand, your team leaves the bar undetected. You’ll need a shower to wash Landon off you, but you did come out a winner here. You get to go home with Bucky, and that’s the biggest prize you could ever have.

x

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[rosedere]

hii if your request still open, can i request yandere azul forcing his darling to make love with him because he afraid his darling's first would be taken by someone than him, so he had to take it first, leading to noncon. he get a little pushy, and sometimes guilt trip his darling. can you do this with a fem darling?

thank you so much if you take this request, not pressuring you to take this of course. have a nice day💐

oooh Non con 🤤…

Ever since I got to that ONE quote from *redacted* in Episode 62 of Bleach im on my *Older men with glasses manipulating a younger Darling that thinks their in love with them* kick heh…

Tears of Venus (Yan! Azul Ashengrotto x Fem! Reader)

Tw: Non Con, Manipulative Azul, Stalking, Age Gap (Azul is like 21 and your like 18 and NRC is a college bc nahhh 🤢 im depraved but not like that 😭), Harassment/ Touching, Virginity Loss, Creepy Azul, Suicide Attempt mention

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"Azul, you've been a bit quiet this session" you placed your violin on the plush leather sofa of the Monstro lounge where you stood, watching carefully at the Housewarden for any sign of why he was uncharacteristically sad about this practice.

He kept his eyes focused on his piano workbook in front of him, his fingers still hovering over the keys as if he were memorizing another song different from the one you both agreed on.

"Azul.."

You lowered your music stand the squeak from the metal hitting the bottom of the stand part you were approaching the wide bench where he was seated, soothing your mini skirt as you elegantly sat next to your friend on the dark leathery seat in front of the piano.

"Did I accidentally miss my cue? Or did I not go up with my bow in time again" you asked.

He was lost in his mind, still touching the keys of the middle of the grand piano.

You no better reached out to gently get his attention meaning to grab the sleeve of his dorm uniform.

But you were able to feel his naturally moisturized skin that was rumored all Mer's had.

A blush dusted the tops of your cheeks realizing you had touched his actual skin.

Unfortunately, this didn't go unnoticed as Azul's piercing hues locked onto the side of your cheeks, instead of the fury that he held for you messing up his silent practice however it seemed he was focused on watching you through fluttering lashes.

"you know (Name) there's something I've been meaning to ask you"

His hand suddenly trapped your unsuspecting ones, larger than your own but your attention was at its peak as you focused on his now cheerful demeanor.

You waited for his follow-up question, a feeling of something sour in your stomach was acting as a warning to what was to come from the older Housewarden's mouth.

"Why do you always come to these music meetups" He asked a tremble to his naturally pouty toned voice, "No one else has ever wanted to play music with me as you do"

"it makes me wonder if there are ulterior motives"

A fleeting touch on the hand was starting to morph into him eyeing and aiming for the naked part of your leg that was exposed from your pleated skirt.

"I sure am flattered someone as young as you would want to be with me"

You pulled back sitting as far on the bench as you could, laughing was all you could, He must be playing a trick on you or something, Azul was so sweet and kind to you as an upperclassman, he was always trying to protect you from the bullies those Twin eels that found entertainment terrorizing you after all at no cost besides him being able to talk to you in the lounge after classes ended for the day.

Just your best friend.

"I just came because I love music and you are the only friend I have at this school" You nervously rubbed the back of your neck, Azul still looked at you with a gentle and focused gaze towards your face and torso.

"oh really? I find that hard to believe with how beautiful you are for a mere Freshman"

You could only grin and give a half-lidded smile before shrugging off the comment.

"I'm surprised you have so many compliments today"

Azul was beginning to close the distance from you, this time you only let him close the distance, his eyes once more scanning the valley and crevice of the low cut-off shoulder shirt you had on it seemed.

"(Name)"

"Are you wearing a bra underneath that tight shirt"

Your throat instantly dried as you felt him once more latch to your skirt, tugging slightly at the fabric.

"or is it just because I'm nearby"

"Azul- that's not funny" you giggled a strangled laugh, wanting to just excuse yourself to the bathroom at this Glancing over Azul's shoulder in the hopes there was someone around in the Octavinelle Lounge, hell even Floyd, the scariest one of the twins was maybe sitting at the table underneath the fishes that swam by around this time in the evening reading a book to at least have heard what Azul was saying to you.

But it was as if everyone was gone; it was just you and Azul.

"I wasn't trying to be funny (Name)" his tone was serious.

His graceful eyes were now clouded with just your fearful, almost leaking eyes back in the reflection of his own.

"Look, I think I might go…" You cleared your throat, picking up your shirt to cover more of your exposed collarbone.

"it was fun to practice today, I'll just come back tomorrow" You smiled, soothing your skirt you stood up quickly retreating to your violin resting on the sofa, your Case closed beside the end of the Sofa.

Damn… of all times you couldn't make a clean getaway.

"so, it is true what I've heard about you then.." Azul's fragile tone rang out in the empty lounge, the sound of broken glass with the pieces still shattering fully into shiny crystals on a hard surface.

You didn't confront him, only opening the case and hoping to god you didn't forget your rosin on the stand.

"You do just use people for your gain then…"

A sniffle.

This time you did look back, his stormy blues now dotted with a few crystal tears.

"I thought you did love to play music and share a hobby with me but it seems you just wanted me to get rid of your bullies and that's all--"

A strangled sob came from his throat as he covered his face in shame with his gloved hands seemingly defeated and heartbroken at the edge of the bench.

Your eyes widen, abandoning your violin and leaving it in the velvet case you stand up to walk to the hunched-over Man.

"no, no of course not Azul don't cry" Disregarding the strange guilt mixed with a deep pit of regret you approached Azul.

He only continued to cry into his gloved hand.

And against your better judgment…

After all, how would you know a hug was what would trigger him?

You comforted all your friends this way, Guys and Girls alike.

Instead of teary and snot-full heartbreak on Azul's face, it was something of pleasure, you honestly had never seen someone look at you like that before.

His arms were too strong to push him away from your vulnerable arms, after all, he was a proficient magician in Twisted Wonderland, being propped up against the piano a symphony of out-of-tune and broken notes escaped as your back hit the top of the piano, His mouth taking your first kiss.

One of the many first that night in the silent lounge.

No one came to save you, despite the strangled moans, being stripped naked on the bench of the piano as Azul strangely touched you over the most sensitive part of your lips down there.

He didn't hurry, no, not at all.

Taking care to pinch and pebble your sensitive breast, he was eager to get his pants off, revealing his member poking the entrance to your untouched flower.

It was uncomfortable despite how hard he had made you squirt some liquid out of you just from his long lithe fingers.

The lewd moan that escaped you and the excited lustful gaze Azul had as he thrusted into your impossibly tight heat, a trickle of liquid, your virginity dripping onto the bench below your disregarded skirt as you felt him kiss and bite at any skin that was around the nape of your neck, carefully thrusting inside of you filling you up completely.

Sweet nothings and promises were all that was whispered in your ear beside the sinful squelch you were resounding off from your body alone.

He was making you feel good…

Yes…

Azul loves his beautiful Venus…

After what felt like hours was when you gasped, the feeling of something warm spreading underneath your full and gaping cunt was the signal that you had both become one.

Azul pulled himself off of you, admiring the dazed and sweaty body you now had shared with him, drinking up the image of you as he zipped his pants up.

"You don't know how bad I want to do this Again (Name)" He smiled a toothy grin.

You couldn't even respond, still looking up at the ceiling of the ocean dorm.

"oh don't give me the silent treatment after I gave my heart To you just now"

You could feel his large grey overcoat drape over your naked testament of his love.

The pale blues never leave any part of your body.

"come on, I'll go see if we can get you cleaned up" He playfully responded.

"I can make your favorite drink, on the house of course for this special Night" Azul chuckled.

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Azul: I'm sorry (Name) I just couldn't control myself.

Azul: I've loved you for a long time and I hadn't even had sex either you were the one I wanted to spend my first on over any other bimbo in this school.

Azul: please just Answer the phone (Name) I want to hear you before…

Azul: I do something I can't come back from.

Azul: you know I still have the knife, or maybe I might make it hurt and use pills this time.

Azul: You've been talking to other men You whore.

Azul: you got your virginity taken once and now you probably look for anything.

Azul: (Name)

Azul: (Name) where are you?

Azul: I'm outside your dorm, I know you're upstairs the light is on.

Azul: Sea angel I just want to see you again, I won't hurt you anymore.

Azul: let's just start over again, Pretend this never happened.

Azul: (Name)?

Azul: (Name)

*This user has now been blocked, you will no longer receive messages from this number*

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Note: Thanks For requesting Anon! :D (cough is this was long but it’s the exception it’s Tako Month a wonderful occasion)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 26

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, blood, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The bath is soothing. As much as it can be. This place is still strange to you. Funny how that dingy old cabin grew so familiar. 

When you finish, you pull the stopper. You keep the weight off your ankle as you heave yourself over the porcelain brim and you fall a bit too heavily onto the toilet. You’re unsurprised when a knock follows. There’s water all over the floor from your struggle. 

“Come in,” you call. 

The soldier—Steve enters. He takes the towel from the rack and brings it to you. You thank him as you accept it. Before you can cover yourself, he stops you. He touches the scabbed lined from where you were cut, just along your chest. He frowns. 

“You saved me,” you assure him and gently brush his hand. He winces away from you. 

He saved your life, after he stole it from you. You find yourself forgetting that. The tea shop, the bus rides, your real home. Your scalp thrums and you thoughtlessly touch the short bristle growing back in the bald spot he left. 

The movement of his hand catches your eye. You watch him scrunch his fingers up and make a circular motion over his chest. You peek up at his face. You recognise the gesture. 

“You’re sorry?” You murmur. He nods. “How do you...” 

He raises a finger. You don’t finish the question. You focus on drying yourself. 

He helps you stand. You lean on him and he leads you out. He takes you to a large bedroom. One wall is almost all glass, looking out onto the snowy hills. It’s beautiful but desolate. The snow dampens all noise, or that could be the walls. 

He sits you on the bed and brings a neatly folded length of fabric to you. He spreads it and lifts it to show you. The lilac fabric is sleek and the wide neckline trimmed in lace. It’s as nice as the rest of this place. You lift your arms and let him slide it over your head.  

You grab onto him and stand and he lets the satin fall down your body. “Thank you,” you squeeze him and sit. He doesn’t look happy. 

He backs up as his fingers curl then unfold. He shifts his weight then tugs on his hair, frustrated by the greasy shanks. He huffs then stomps over to the mirror over the vanity table. He tries to wipe his face. 

“You should wash too,” you suggest. “I’ll wait.” 

He stands straight and looks at you. Doubt stitches in his forehead. Your chest drops. He shrugs then marches to the door. He shuts it. 

He still doesn’t trust you. Not fully. He thinks you would run? Even like this? Where would you even go? How far could you get? 

Or maybe he’s worried about what happened before. Not about you going, but someone coming. 

You drag yourself up onto the bed and recline. You stay atop the blankets. It’s so nice to be somewhere you can’t feel the wind through the walls. Where the air is tolerable. 

You stay like that, drifting into a trance, off into the recesses of your mind when you don’t think or feel. You just let everything crumble away. It’s not that you’ve given up, only that you accept this. You’d rather be complacent than helpless. 

When the door opens again, your lashes split. You flutter them at Steve and yawn. He wears a towel around his waist. The light limns the scars all across his body, newer bruises and cuts along his shoulder blades and on his lower stomach. He wears them as if he does not feel them. 

He stirs around in the dresser. He takes his time dressing in a pair of dark blue pajamas. He combs his hair at the vanity then pauses. His fingers drag down the scar down one side of his face. He quickly retreats. 

He stops at the foot of the bed and diverts his path. He goes to the narrow book case in the corner and slides out a book. He brings it to you. You sit up and take it from him. 

‘Beginner’s ASL’. You examine the cover then open it. You go through the alphabet then close it. 

“Have you learned any?” You ask. 

He bends his hand and gestures in a sort of salute on his forehead then makes a fist and flicks his thumb, squeezing his shoulders smaller. He mouths the words he means to sign. You search the book, trying to traace the words in his lips. 

“You know a little?” You push pages back and forth. 

He nods. You do too. 

“I need to learn too.” 

His cheek twitches. 

“We need to be able to communicate, right?” You shrug. 

He shrugs back. 

“Unless you don’t want to.” 

He grimaces and shakes his head. You inhale deeply and look back at the book. You go through the alphabet and follow along with your hands as you recite it aloud. You sense him moving around the bed. He turns on the lamp beside you but shuts off the overhead one. 

He settles onto the other side of the bed. You continue your practice. You’re not sure how much you’ll remember in a few hours. 

You feel a heat gathering in your cheek. You glance over. He’s watching you. He’s propped up on one elbow, marveling at you like something interesting. You shut the book. He puts his hand on the cover. He slips it free of your hand and places it behind him. 

He reaches to your chin. You lower yourself to your back. His thumb traces along your lips and he nestles closer. He pushes against you as his touch trails along your neck. Goosebumps rise on your skin. 

He leans in and kisses your temple, then your cheekbone, and finally your lips. You let him. He caresses along the top of your chest and feels along the lacy trim of the night gown. His large hand covers one side of your chest and his hot breath enshrines you. 

He curls his arm around your middle and rolls back, bring you atop him. Your lips part and you look down at him. His eyes blaze up at you as he frames your hips and tries to rock them. 

He can try, but he can’t silence that part of him. That need. Whatever it is that made him carry you away into this twisted life. 

[literaryvein-reblogs]

oh my god :((( i saw your academic/scientific writing post and thank you! my lecturer keeps telling us to 'comment' on paragraphs or papers and i just have no idea what she means??? I've tried looking at other papers and i just don't understand?? i was wondering if you or any of your followers could help? xxx

It sounds to me your lecturer might mean annotating to add your own comments/opinions on the article you're reading.

Writing Notes: Annotation

Annotation - to actively engage a text by pausing to reflect, mark up, and add notes as you read.

The simplest way to annotate:

Mark: Key words; Phrases; Passages...

...By: Highlighting; Underlining; Bracketing; Placing symbols

Steps to Annotating a Scientific Paper

Locate each of the components (Abstract, Introduction, etc.)

Identify unfamiliar words in these sections that are important to understanding the research.

Define the unfamiliar words.

Annotate each section by summarizing the main idea or paraphrasing important sentences.

Ways annotating improves reading:

Avoid having to re-read as often

Monitor and improve your comprehension

Remember what you’ve read

Reasons for writing notes in the margins:

Identify key ideas and help you remember them

Comment on what you are reading

Question what you are reading

Answer guide questions you previously wrote

Take notes for a class, prepare for a presentation, book club or any other occasion: You can make your annotations as simple or elaborate as you want. For instance, you can use different color highlighters or sticky notes to color code the text for different things such as:

comments and questions

observations

text you want to quote

use of themes

vocabulary words to look up

Reader Annotations

You can go beyond marking up text and write notes on your reaction to the content or on its connection with other works or ideas. A reader might annotate a book, paper, pamphlet. or other texts for the following reasons:

a student noting important ideas from the content by highlighting or underlining passages in their textbook

a student noting examples or quotes in the margins of a textbook

a reader noting content to be revisited at a later time

a Bible reader noting sources in their Bible of relevant verses

an academic noting similar or contradictory studies related to their article or book

Tips for Paraphrasing

Read the passage until you understand the meaning.

Purpose. What will you do with this evidence?

Look away from the passage to write the main points of what you read.

Imagine & write. Imagine explaining that main point to a classmate. Write down your explanation.

Check & cite. Double check your wording against the original. Cite the source.

Other things you should do as you read and annotate text:

Paraphrase important information

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Strong readers often mark texts and this visual work is deeply linked to the reading experience. Considering annotation as a critical and creative activity, we can design and practice this skill in a multitude of ways. And, once again, as we link student’s visual experience into their ever growing language arts skills we strengthen their ways of interacting and communicating with the world. –James Shivers

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Thanks for your kind words. Hope this helps! (Do ask your lecturer directly though for further clarification on what they actually meant!)

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Can you make headcanon about izana and Mikey in the final timeline how they interact ect please and thank you🙏

Yeah here are some with what I think their relationship is like!

Their relationship is basically "hey only I can bully him!" They won't hesitate to throw hands or tease each other, trying to make each other mad but if anyone else tries to do it? Then they're beating them up like "hey that's my brother!"

Izana and Mikey's rooms can't be next to each other or they just end up banging on the walls to annoy each other

Izana helps Emma to steal Mikey's blanket/towel so it can get washed. Everyone wins this way (aside from Mikey who's pouting the whole time).

Grandpa Sano remains unfazed about everything, Izana and Mikey can be throwing food at each other across the kitchen table and he'll just keep reading his newspaper.

They get very competitive with each other while riding bikes, always racing each other. Despite the competition though it typically ends with both of them smiling and laughing about something that happened, it's clear they had fun together. 

One time when both Grandpa Sano and Shinichiro had to go out, Shinichiro struggled with choosing who's in charge. Izana is older but Mikey's lived here longer, he ended up leaving Emma in charge. Izana and Mikey bickered the whole time about who's more responsible.

Izana and Mikey compete over who can give Shinichiro and Emma their birthday presents first. Shinichiro normally gets squashed in this process since they jump on his bed to try and get there first (they're more gentle with Emma)

Izana and Mikey's rooms are pretty much opposites, Izana's room tends to be kept fairly clean while Mikey's is more messy. Emma thinks this is pretty amusing.

Izana hated that he had to join toman at first

Mikey keeps trying to convince Izana to name one of his fish "Manjiro" or "taiyaki" but Izana thinks those are both stupid names.

Sometimes they'll team up against Shinichiro or Emma to tease them about something.

Izana finds it very amusing to leave out the curry filling taiyaki's in the kitchen (he know Mikey will steal them) then watch as Mikey gets upset because he assumed they were red bean paste. 

Izana being at Mikey's races always motivates him more (he definitely doesn't want Izana to tease him about losing)

Mikey actually quite enjoys listening to Izana play the guitar 

They both had and saved each others backs in multiple fights before 

When Emma has her baby although they both bicker a lot about who the best uncle is (it's Shinichiro). They also work together a lot to help look after the baby and will sometimes babysit together. 

And finally, one time at one of Mikey's races they were interviewing 'fans' and Izana was picked to answer some questions (no one realising who he is to Mikey). When he was asked on his opinion of Mikey, Izana was tempted to say something else but ended up being honest and complimented Mikey's driving. What he didn't realise is later on this would be shown on tv and Mikey would see it. Mikey teased him for a whole month about how much Izana clearly admires him (he was pretty happy with the comments though). 

[historical-fashion-polls]

hello my lovelies! 💕

first, I want to apologize for being a bit absent on the blog! ❤️‍🩹 I still do check the notifs every day to see what y'all are thinking of the outfits, even if I haven't been responding to asks ☺️

second, I wanted to announce that for the moment, I will be switching the blog from posting 5 polls a day to 3. I almost made this change a month ago, but then decided I would try to stick with the posting schedule for a little longer, but as it stands right now, I feel as though I keep falling behind in queuing things and it has become a point of stress in my life, which I would like it not to be

as you may or may not be aware, I did make a call for assistants to help me run the blog this summer, but unfortunately my intentions to do proper onboarding keep getting derailed by personal things that have left me with almost no energy for that kind of additional work. and now that I'm back in my phd program, I have very little time to devote to providing the scaffolding/support that I would like to be able to offer

therefore, I'm going to keep the blog at 3 polls a day possibly until may when I am done with my school term and could actually look at doing some dedicated onboarding, at which time I'm hoping we could go back up to five polls per day

I want to apologize for this, since I know many of you enjoy checking the polls throughout the day, but I hope 3 will still feel like enough to keep things fun while we're in this intermediate period ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I also want to say a huge thank you to everyone who has submitted images to the blog, and to let this be a humble request to please continue doing so if that's something you're interested in! 🥰🥰 submissions have truly been keeping the blog afloat whilst I've been working through some stuff that has taken a lot of my time and energy, and I am so so appreciative of that! 🥰🥰

again, I do apologize and I hope that this will be a satisfactory compromise as I try to navigate balancing everything I have going on at the moment ❤️‍🩹

asks are currently still off (sorry about that as well), but if you have pressing questions or concerns, you are welcome to post a comment here if you would like! 💕

thank you all so much for your patience and understanding! ☺️

with much gratitude,

the curator 🪶

[nivasichakano]

I'm too sick to work on any of my WIPs so have this Bloodweave modern AU romcom outline that came to me in a (literal) fever dream.

~*~

Gale owns a shop (I don't know what kind of shop my temperature is so high). Astarion comes in looking for something specific. They bond over this shared interest and maybe flirt a little but Gale is too self-conscious or embarrassed to ask for the stranger's number or even his name.

Later, a wild idea enters his overworked brain and he finds CCTV of Astarion in the shop and posts images on his business' Instagram with the caption: "Does anyone know this man? He stole something today and I'd like to find him."

Gale only has a small number of followers so he expects maybe one person to ask what was stolen so that he can make his silly little joke in the comments and then move on with his life. But part of him hopes that someone might actually recognize the beautiful stranger and they might get to meet again. So imagine his horror when he wakes up to find the post has gone viral overnight, with the entire internet turning against this asshole who stole something from the nice man with the independent business.

Meanwhile, Astarion, an events planner who lives in the same neighborhood, wakes up to find himself at the center of a media storm. He's pretty distinctive, so it doesn't take long for someone to recognize him and all of a sudden he's getting hate comments across all his social media accounts, the police turning up at his apartment, and news teams desperately trying to contact him for a comment. The only silver lining is when the scandal reaches his workplace and he's immediately fired, thereby freeing him from his awful manager Cazador (who has thus far refused every one of his attempts to resign) and meaning he no longer has to work on this tacky Black Mass event they had coming up for Halloween.

With the help of an old friend he made at law school before he dropped out (Shadowheart?), Astarion decides to sue the shopkeeper for defamation and loss of earnings. But then he sees a panicked Gale being interviewed on a local news channel, anxiously trying to clear Astarion's name and calling the whole thing a publicity stunt. Utterly bewildered and against all the advice of his lawyer friend, Astarion storms down to the shop to confront Gale like he's wanted to this entire time. He angrily asks why Gale has done this to him, and questions what he was even supposed to have stolen in the first place. Gale's answer is mumbled so Astarion has to ask him to repeat himself a few times until Gale finally says out loud: "My heart!"

They kiss. The end.

[amrass]

An observation

I've been a fan of the RDR2 character Micah Bell for over a year now. At random times there'll be someone who uses his Tumblr tag to hate on his fans. It's sucky behavior, but it is what it is.

What is interesting is that this can be actually be a positive thing for Micah fans, because you learn not to interact with bullshit. And this skill is really fucking important if you want to have a better life.

Maybe you'll try a couple of times, commenting, asking questions, or maybe you get upset (especially at the dumb notion that liking an evil character means you're evil too), but more often than not any response does not change the view of the person who posted the hate in the first place. This learning curve might suck, but it can help you later in life when approaching similar behavior, especially irl.

It gives you the power to dismiss. The knowledge that you can raise a brow, say "okay", and then silently move on. You know when to dismiss a discussion because you see the signs of it going to be in bad faith. This power can save your ass so many times with family, school and work, where it's more random what people you surround yourselves with and you might encounter bullshit opinions.

Know that there are far more people that are dismissing the haters than there are haters. There's a quiet companionship in not giving a rat's - or a Micah's - ass.

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

Why do so many fanfics have wangxian act so shameless around each other in public and around the kids? Fanfics tend to portray them acting so shamelessly until everyone around them either knows what they're doing in the bedroom or are really tired of them acting like this in public. Is this how they really act in the novel?

I think this may be due to fandom running with this particular scene:

After entering the tavern, they took a seat in an inconspicuous corner, and the waiter came over to greet them. He saw the sword at Lan Wangji’s waist, then the flute at Wei Wuxian’s. Because of their appearance and bearing, he couldn’t help but connect them to the pair who had been the subject of all the most heated talk recently. But after staring at them intently for a while, he noticed that the customer dressed in white was not wearing the Lan Clan’s forehead ribbon. Ultimately, he was left unsure of their identities.

Wei Wuxian asked for liquor while Lan Wangji ordered a few dishes. With one hand propping up his cheek and the other toying with a snow-white forehead ribbon under the table, Wei Wuxian listened to his deep voice as he read off the dishes. A wide grin was plastered on his face.

Once the waiter was gone, he commented, “So many spicy dishes. Can you eat them?”

Lan Wangji picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. “Sit properly,” he said evenly.

“There’s no tea in there,” Wei Wuxian pointed out.

Lan Wangji filled the cup, then raised it to his lips again. After a while, he repeated,

“…Sit properly.”

"Am I not? It’s not like I’m propping my feet up on the table like I used to,” Wei Wuxian said.

Lan Wangji could no longer bear it. “Even so, do not put them elsewhere.”

Wei Wuxian was confused. “Where did I put them?”

“…”

"Lan-er-gongzi has so many demands. Why don’t you teach me how to sit properly?”

Lan Wangji put down the teacup and cast him a look. He was about to rise in a whirl of sleeves in order to teach him a very proper lesson indeed—but just then, a table at the center of the main hall burst into a chorus of roaring laughter.

Wei Wuxian likes being innocuously dirty towards Lan Wangji. But it's not anywhere near "everyone knows". We also have to remember when it came to xiao-Mianmian she even tells her parents Wei Wuxian was the "bad man" because he was being more openly dirty than Lan Wangji was, despite their little role play being on both ends . Wei Wuxian really likes being seen as the debauched next to Lan Wangji's prim and pretty self in public.

It's why Wei Wuxian jokes about no one being any the wiser that Lan Wangji can be just as much of a pervert and it not seeming to be fair. They fuck with Lan Qiren by purposefully being loud with their bed activity to annoy him and he can't do anything what with them being in their own home and married. And there is Wei Wuxian sitting in Lan Wangji's lap in front of Lan Sizhui (who they are close to so really no need for much proprietary). But the thing here when it comes to them acting as such, is because they are around designated family with those instances.

If they mess around outside of the discerning eye it's not any more radical than any other couple that plays around. There's just a skewed imagining of how couples can and cannot act with it veering into heavy purity politics despite these two acting like any other couple that's not exactly hiding they're a couple. We have the Inn lady in Yunmeng encouraging a one room after they both hesitated about one room or two room question and them HIDING they broke the tub because they had sex.

Fandom likes to think the characters in novel are a lot more discerning of Wangxian's relationship than they actually are. No one in the novel can just tell they have a thing for each other strangers or not. Only ones that encourage them or third wheel are the juniors and Wen Ning. They go on a date night in Yunmeng and it's not something necessarily out of the ordinary or remarked on in the extras (or hell even after the siege and it's Jiang Cheng getting his homophobia bit on and acting like they're being purposely disrespectful despite doing nothing out of the ordinary).

So no, it's an overwrought trope this fandom loves.

[williamaltman]

Saxon's feelings for Lochy

Ok, so, I've noticed that a lot of people don't seem to think Saxon has a thing for his brother, only for Piper and Lochy for him and I wanted to show the evidence otherwise because it was literally the first thing I noticed.

After he asks how many bedrooms there are and is told it's three, he immediately says "Ok, so Lochy, you're with me."

Piper doesn't seem to like that and offers for him to sleep with her instead (knowing there was some kind incest vibe, it really came across like they're fighting over him). He then objects by pointing out brothers and sisters shouldn't sleep together. Which seems like a classic way to set up for possible gay stuff, "oh it's just guys/girls, don't worry, we can be naked around each other, no big deal".

When Piper invites Lochy to the temple, he immediately goes. "No, we were gonna go to the pool".

He asks him again like he's genuinely upset at Lochy possibly not going with him, and maybe even by being with his sisters instead. Once again, like they're fighting over him, it's even framed with Lochy looking indecisive at the two of them, not knowing which option to pick (parallel with the college thing? Possibly a common theme for his character).

After he says he'll go to temple first and then the pool after, he's still upset.

When Lochy does get to the pool, he notices it and calls him immediately.

After a quick question about the monks, what does he do? Grab his dick and talk about how he gets so horny traveling.

When they're in bed, he immediately starts to talk shit about Piper's buddishm and her overall attitude in life, saying Buddism is for people who "want to supress in life", and most notably. "Don't have desires, don't even try."

And then he tells him that it's good to want things, at least if you can have them. If we're to assume he knows about Lochy possibly being attracted to him, this feels like a subtle way of encouraging that. Of telling it's ok to have these desires, that it's worth a try...

And there's where it comes the theory that Piper isn't actually into Lochy but just trying to "protect" him from Saxon, possibly because he tried something with her in the past and she didn't like it. So no wonder he's bitter about her and thinks she wants to "supress things".

In this case, by telling Lochy to do the opposite, the implication would be that he should "give it a try" with him, unlike her.

He comments on how good-looking he is.

And then tells him he "Doen't need to shrink away from life like her". Again, if we're going with the theory that he tried something with her in the past, he's trying to push him in the other direction. Don't reject it.

And then, you know. Asking him what kind of porn does he like. Going back, he does that right after saying he should "get laid, get everything" and that he's "going to help him" with that.

It's also just, like, the most classic and obvious set-up, to bring in sex/porn into the conversation, the idea of watching it together or what not...

"How the fuck am I going to jerk off with you in here all week."

Already kinda suggestive considering the vibes, but... Remember that he asked to room with him, and even objected when Piper suggested otherwise, when that would've left him with his own room.

I guess the confusing part is when he closes the door after he noticed Lochy still watching him. But honestly it would probably be too far to just jerk off in front of him like he's not even trying to not be weird.

He might just be playing the long game, and walking up naked to watch porn with him still awake in the room still feels like quite a tease. He might also just be getting cold feet, or, perhaps, the whole thing is subconscious rather than on purpose and at that moment he has the realization of how weird this situation is.

There's actually a moment where you can notice him thinking about whether Lochy is looking before he looks back at him, and it seems like he's a little nervous about it (before this shot he was just looking at the screen, but then he raises his head to question it).

So, cold feet? Checking to see if the teasing is working or if he looked away? A bit freaked out with the realization of how weird he's been?Idk, but it's definetely not one-sided, and I was actually more surprised at the implication that Lochy felt the same.