#y'all don't understand how important she is to me

[atlasdoe]

THE HOGWARTS CLASS OF 1978 - pt 27

EMMELINE VANCE

Name - Emmeline Vance

Blood status - Halfblood

Date of Birth - 26th August 1960

House - Ravenclaw

Academic achievements - Prefect, Part of the Slug Club

She fought in both wars and was killed after being sold out by her own side. She left behind her Muggle wife and step daughter

Canon

Was apart of the first and second Order of the Phoenix and the Advanced Guard

Was killed by Death Eaters near where the Prime Minister lived during the second war during the second week of July 1996

Her death was considered a significant and devastating loss for the Order and her murder was published in Muggle newspapers most likely because of the place of her murder being so close to the Prime Minister

Severus Snape claimed to have given information to Voldemort that led to Emmelines death

Headcanon

Pansexual

Her patronus was a robin

Her boggart was letting herself be corrupt with magic

Her middle name was Grace

Was the older sister to Finn and Jude Vance

Grew up in Birmingham

Her father, Patrick never told her mother, Rebecca that he was a wizard after he found out during their third date that witchcraft scared her. He knew that the right thing to do was either come clean there and then or cut things off but he had already fallen in love and was scared of her leaving. In the end he decided to keep it a secret and live the rest of his life as a Muggle for her

When they had Emmeline and her brothers, Patrick had hoped that they had been Squibs but by the time Emmeline was 5 it was becoming clear that she was a witch

Eventually Patrick had to come clean and tell Rebecca the truth hoping that her love would be greater than her fear but unfortunately he was wrong. Rebecca left that night and took all of her belongings with her, ignoring her children's quiet voices as they asked her where she was going

All Emmeline’s mother left was a polaroid camera which Emmeline kept and took with her almost everywhere. Nobody was allowed to touch her camera a part from her brothers but even their time with it she would limit out of fear of them breaking it

Emmeline grew up in Birmingham, England. Her father was studying to become a teacher before her mother left but after she was gone he decided to go back to the wizarding world and got a job as an independent tattoo artist. It was something he always wanted to do growing up and decided to give it a go while he was reimagining his life. His business was a success and he managed to earn more then he ever would as a Muggle teacher

Emmeline adored her father but she longed for her mother. The fact that her reasoning for leaving was because of magic made her resent it in some way. She fantasised about a alternate life where she was never a witch and could live happily with her family all together

Emmeline, Finn and Jude all still went to a Muggle primary school because their father wanted them to stay somewhat like their mothers children. Even after she abandoned them he still loved her

One time when Emmeline was 8 all of the girls in her class began coming into school with their hair in braids and not wanting to feel left out Emmeline asked her dad if he could braid her hair. When he attempted to the next morning it was awful but Emmeline didn’t care and went into school with it like that anyway, proud of her dad for trying. That morning all of the girls made fun of her for how her hair looked and her teachers made her take it out and brush it again because it didn't look “presentable.” Emmeline burst out crying when her dad asked her what happened to her hair when he picked her up

Finn had seen all of this happen and the next day went to the girls in his class and asked them to teach him how to braid hair. The next morning he surprised Emmeline by braiding her hair almost perfectly (one of the girls had given him one of their dolls for him to practise on) and from then on Finn would always braid Emmeline’s hair for her

Emmleine didn’t grow up knowing any magical kids so when she started Hogwarts she was all alone and was too scared to ask anyone if she could sit with them

Aurora Sinistra found her standing by herself outside of her compartment and invited her to come in

Emmeline accepted and there she met Emma Vanity, Septima Vector, and Florence Greengrass who were all sharing the compartment with Aurora

Emmeline didn’t talk much during the train ride unless she was spoken to but near the end had come out of her shell a little more as the girls were able to settle all of her worries that she originally had about the school

During the sorting ceremony the Sorting Hat had no problem putting her in Ravenclaw. She wasn’t surprised as her father told her before leaving that she came from a family of Ravenclaws

Emmeline spent the majority of the start of term feast having small talk with her other fellow Ravenclaw first years and Millicent Bagnold, who had recently became one of Ravenclaw’s prefects. Aurora and Septima also moved their seats down to sit next to her during the feast and welcome her into their house

On the first night Emmeline and her other Ravenclaws, Marlene McKinnon, Hestia Jones, Sybill Trelawney, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Gilderoy Lockheart and Alexander Steddings, all sat together on the floor by the fire and played 21 questions as some of the older students occasionally came over to introduce themselves

The relationship between the Ravenclaws of the class of 1978 was always a tricky one. They all acted like cousins who couldn’t stand each other during Easter but loved each other during Christmas. They got into arguments frequently and Flickwick would often have to gather them all in his office to talk things out

One time in their second year, during a potions lesson things got so heated between the 7 of them that spells started shooting and as punishment Flitwick made them all do team building exercises for an entire Saturday afternoon

Emmeline herself didn’t really find a problem with her classmates. She respected Kingsley and Alexander, she loved having conversations with Sybill and as annoying as he was Gilderoy made her laugh a lot (even if it wasn’t intentional) Hestia had always been a sore subject but she didn’t hate the girl. And Marlene was and always will be Emmeline’s literal soulmate

The love Emmeline had for Marlene she will never have for anyone ever in her life. The two of them were twin flames, two peas in a pod, the strawberries to her cream, inseparable and above all, best friends

The majority of the time, Emmeline’s involvement in the Ravenclaws arguments was her blindly taking Marlene’s side no matter what

There were many people at Hogwarts who thought that Marlene and Emmeline were dating until Marlene started dating Dorcas Meadows in their sixth year. Although Emmeline was Marlene's first kiss and they did lose their virginity to each other in their fifth year

The only problem with Marlene (and it was only a tiny tiny small problem) was that Marlene despised Hestia and Hestia despised Marlene. Therefore the girls' dorm room always seemed a bit divided. Emmeline and Marlene on one side and Sybill and Hestia on the other

Now, if Emmeline had had her pick of course she would have chosen for everyone to get along as that’s just who she was. But, no matter what she would always pick Marlene. It could be them against the world and she wouldn’t even think twice

Emmeline became somewhat of a social butterfly during her times at Hogwarts. She soon became her years “IT girl” although she never actually knew that herself

She only thought it was manners, saying hello to your classmates and asking if they’re alright, making sure that someone wasn’t feeling left out, offering sweets to someone as a way to extend a hand in friendship, but soon it was becoming clear that Emmeline seemed to be friends with everyone

She wasn’t friends with everyone of course. Her real friends (outside of her own house) consisted of Lily Evans, Frank Longbottom, Pandora Lovegood and Benjy Fenwick

Pandora she met through Marlene (as at this point she wasn’t just comfortable around people she didn’t know yet)

Emmeline met Lily Evans properly during the summer of 1975, right before their fifth year at Hogwarts

Emmeline had known of Lily beforehand and knew her to have mutual friends but they had never had a conversation 1 on 1

They met while both of their families were visiting Diagon Alley in the late June and started talking

In early July Lily invited Emmeline to one of her sisters friends house parties and white there they kissed for the first time

Long story short they had a summer fling

When school started back up again in September Lily was hoping for them to be in a relationship but Emmeline was confused about her sexuality. She thought there were only two options, gay or straight, and she knew that she was attracted to men so thought of her feelings for Lily as nothing but a phase. So when Lily asked her out she turned her down

Her feelings for Lily eventually faded and they remained friends but not seeing what could've happened with Lily would always be one of Emmelines biggest regrets. She didn't start exploring her sexuality more until after the war

Emmeline also met Edgar Bones through Marlene when she was in her first year and he was in his second

Emmeline had always found Edgar attractive but for the first two years of knowing him brushed it off hoping she'd grow out of it

During these two years Edgar would try to make Emmeline comfortable by trying to joke around with her

Emmeline started to realise her true feelings for Edgar during her sixth year when she ran into him on her way to Marlene's house on Christmas eve. He had just gotten into an argument with his parents and left his grandparents house early, but was locked out of his own house. Seeing how upset he was, Emmeline stayed with him and he opened up to her about his problems with his family and expectations. In return, Emmeline told him about her own problems with her mother

Eventually Amelia Bones showed up and took over in comforting Edgar and Emmeline continued her journey to the McKinnons

The first thing Emmeline told Marlene when she walked through the door was that she was in love with Edgar

During her sixth year and his seventh Edgar came up with the theory that he only catches the snitch during games where Emmeline was present and even made a table of the games he played the year before as evidence for this theory. He therefore stated calling Emmeline his lucky charm and insisted that she had to go to all of his games so he could win

Because his theory started to seem true Marlene banned Emmeline from going to the finale Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in 1977. However, during that game Marlene fell off her broom and suffered a career ending injury (it turns out that Emmeine was Marlene's lucky charm and not Edgars)

While Emmeline and Edgar were both waiting to see Marlene in the hospital wing they confessed their feelings for each other and kissed. When Emmeline made a joking comment about how they were making out while Marlene was in the hospital Edgar replied with how Marlene was probably all over Dorcas in that moment so it was only fair that they got to kiss also

When they got to see Marlene and told her that they had kissed she said that it was the only thing that made her feel better (she was mostly just happy that she didn't have to keep the secrets of them liking each other anymore)

When Edgar left Hogwarts and joined the Auror training program they stayed together throughout Emmelines last year at Hogwarts and kept in touch by sending letters to each other and meeting up during Hogsmead weekends

Before we get to the depressing shit here's some random headcanons

Her favourite drink was hot chocolate

For her 16th birthday Benjy got her a record player but she could never trust herself to not scratch the vinyl so she would get Marlene to turn it on for her

Emmeline was considered tall when she was younger but by the time fourth year came around everyone seemed to have overtaken her in height. She said that the day she realised Marlene was taller then her was the worst day of her life

Emmeline and her family loved Muggle sports, particularly football. They supported Aston Villa and one time wore her Villa shirt to a Quidditch match just to piss off Marlene

During their seventh year Marlene and Emmeline decided to play matchmakers and tried to get Tommy (Marlene's younger brother) and Jude together. (and it worked, though Tommy and Jude would always deny that their sisters had anything to do with it)

Marlene once convinced Emmeline to read Little Women but Emmeline never finished it. When Beth died Emmeline threw the book across the room and vowed never to read a book again

She would send little handwritten notes to people via magical paper robins

She would always say she didn't want children but really she just didn't want to get pregnant

She was scared of clowns

She was incapable of having a casual drink. It was either all or nothing

She would call people “dude” and “bro” unironically

Whenever she played Quidditch for fun she would play as seeker

She had the messiest handwriting ever

She and Edgar had many museum dates even though neither of them knew anything about art

When Emmeline graduated she started a healing internship at St Mungos

She later joined the Order of The Phoenix

While with the order she became their unofficially healer and would always be the one people turned to when they needed medical attention

Whenever Edgar was at St Mungos and needed taking care of he would always insist that it was Emmeline to do it despite the fact that she was only a trainee. He did this for two reasons, 1) because he was usually in a lot of pain and trusted her and wanted her close and 2) so that she had the opportunity to prove herself infront of her superiors

Eventually everyone else in the Order started to do the same and would only want to be treated by Emmeline if they were ever in St Mungos. It got to the point where once Sirius Black created a scene at Mungos demanding to be seen by Emmeline without realising that Emmeline was in the bed next to him being treated herself

One time for a mission Emmeline was paired up with Sirius to be a lookout for any suspicious behaviour in a town where suspected Death Eaters were living. They were on the stakeout for 24 hours and in that time they managed to 1) Emmeline taught Sirius how to use her camera 2) Sirius told literally everything he loved about Remus 3) They layed 5 games of wizard chess (which neither of them was good at) 4) Sirius had convinced Emmeline to start listening to Queen by continuously singing Don't Stop Me Now and 5) When Emmeline fell asleep Sirius tried to see how many objects he could place on her without waking her up

When Marlene was killed on the 14th July 1981 with her family Edga made sure that he told Emmeline first (as he was the one who found them)

Marlene's death was the hardest thing Emmeline had every had to go through. She shut down completely for a while and only came back to her senses after talking to Benjy about it

During the McKinnon's funeral Emmeline got really drunk and refused to leave the wake, because once the funeral was over that meant that Marlene's death isn't “new” anymore and she really did have to go on without her best friend

During the war and especially this time Edgar started drinking as an escape and would go in and out of himself a lot. He would go from drowning himself in work trying to end the war to drinking and locking himself in his room when things got too much

On the 2nd of September 1981 Jude, Finn and their dad attended the Sunderland v Aston Villa football game. Death Eaters attacked the stadium during half time and all three of them died along with 7 other wizards who were there and 20 muggles were killed

The next day, after a week-long mission, Edgar was found barely alive with Fabian and Gideon Prewett. The Prewett twins were both already gone by the time they were found

Emmeline was settling into her new room in the Orders headquarters when she was called into St Mungos, before Edgar even woke up

Emmeline didn't even have any time to begin mourning her father and brothers before she had to comfort Edgar over not only the large amount of pain he was in but also the death of his two best friends. Emmeline was also given the task of having to tell the Prewett family that Fabian and Gideon were both dead (as the families were contacted and told that only one of the three survived, but wouldn't tell them who lived until they were stable)

Emmeline decided not to tell Edgar about her family's death but he eventually found out quickly when Dumbledore mentioned it to him

From then on it was a constant back and forth between them of trying to look after each other while not falling apart themselves

Edgars drinking was getting worse by the day and Emmeline was pulling her hair out by the fact that she couldn't just fix it

When they started taking their grief out on each other, Emmeline decided that they both needed a break from each other at least until the war was over. Edgar didn't want to break up but agreed

They both were under the impression that they would eventually get back together

Neither of them took the break up well and in late September 1981 Edgar told Emmeline that a week before he had gotten too drunk and slept with a Muggle women called Elizabeth who he got pregnant

Edgar also told her that she was currently staying in one of the Order's safe houses while she decided if she wanted to keep it or not. He had decided that if she wanted to keep it he wouldn’t leave her to raise their child alone

Emmeline didn't know how to feel, but she still loved him and she knew that he still loved her. They both wanted to make it work, so she was willing to try. They just had to wait until the war was over

A few weeks later word got out about Elizabeth to the death eaters and they attacked her house, Elizabeth saw them coming and called Edgar before she was killed. Edgar rushed to the house but the Death Eaters were waiting for him. He was killed before he could even fully open the door

Sirius was the one to pull the short straw and was the one to tell Emmeline. She was the last in the Order to be told

After Emmeline is told she goes to the Bones house to check on Amelia. When she gets there Amelia (who is very upset and angry) lashed out on her and told Emmeline that it's her fault that Edgar died because if she didn't break up with him then Edgar would've never slept with Elizabeth and he wouldn't have died

(Really Amelia knows that it's unfair to blame Emmeline when she's grieving just as much but she just lost her twin brother so cut her some slack)

Emmeline took Amelia's words to heart and ended up blaming herself for his death

When the war ended Emmeline went to the Leaky Caldron to “celebrate”

By now her training at St Mugos had finished (she had finished early due to her part in the war) and she was given until the New Year off before she started properly

On the 23rd of December 1981 Emmeline went for drinks with Pandora, Kingsley, Hestia and Xenophillius where Emmeline and Hestia got into an argument about the war

On the 1st of January 1982 Dumbledore asked Emmeline to meet him to ask her two favours. One being to look after Remus after the full moon (because she is a talented healer and a familiar face (this was also the first time Emmeline was told about Remus being a werewolf she didn't know before) and to spend some time with Snape and keep an eye on him to either make sure that he doesn't turn back to the death eaters or to make him feel more welcomed on their side

Emmeline agrees to both of them and starts to spend more time with Snape and Remus

Remus allowed Emmeline to heal him but didn't really try to become friends with her

Snape had already known that Dumbledore was going to send someone to monitor him before Emmeline had showed up at his door. They had a quick conversation which ended short when Emmeline called bullshit on his excuse for joining the Death Eaters

Snape told her that if she wanted to leave and not see him that he wouldn't tell Dumbledore. So Emmeline leaves and doesn't contact him again until 1984

Remus eventually started warming up to Emmeline and the two began to become friends

During that time Emmeline also started seeing a therapist

She had major trauma when it came to being in the hospital. By the end of the war she had forgotten that being a mediwitch used to be what she wanted to do for a career and not just a side gig while the war was on

Being in St Mungos reminded her too much of the war and she was beginning to realise that she had lost her passion that she once had. The only reason why she stayed was because she didn't have a backup plan

In 1984 Frank went missing and Alice showed up at Emmelines door asking for help. Along with Kingsley and Remus, Emmeline suggested going to Snape to see if he knew anything. Snape told them that he knew where Bellatrix was currently staying but when Alice said that they should go straight away they all tried to convince her to sleep on it and let them get more information

Alice did not listen and while everyone was sleeping she left to go after Frank

Emmeline, Kingsley, Remus and Snape all went to Bellatrix’s once they realised she was gone but by then it was too late and Frank and Alice were already gone

Also in 1983 Emmeline attended Pandora and Xenophillius wedding

While there she ran into Amelia, who was the maid of honour

Amelia did end up apologising for what she said after Edgar died and told Emmeline that it wasn’t her fault but even though Emmeline does forgive Amelia she doesn't forgive herself and continues to blame herself for Edgars death until the day she dies

During the wedding is also when they find out that Barty Crouch Jr was part of the group of Death Eaters to torture Frank and Alice

In December 1986 Dumbledore contacted Emmeline, Remus, Severus and Gilderoy and asked them to do a mission for him in New York. They all reluctantly agree

On the 30th of January 1987 they all move to New York and start living together in an apartment in Brooklyn

The American Minister of Magic feared that a similar uprising as Voldemorts may be happening behind the scenes in the MACUSA and their mission was to help prevent it

Bunch of shit happens over this year including them all meeting an American Warlock and helping him save a village from werewolves. The night before they succeed in helping the warlock, Emmeline receives a letter from Pandora telling her about the Horcruxes and Regulus’ plan. In Pandora’s letter she tells Emmeline that she’s beginning her trial and error run for a spell that can destroy the Horcrux and is telling Emmeline in case something goes wrong and Emmeline has to finish the job for her. Emmeline burns the letter as instructed to and after they save the village Gildeory obliviates all of them, erasing Emmelines memory of the letter

While in New York Emmeline also ran into Mary MacDonald. When the two first saw each other they got into an argument because Emmeline was told by Marlene that Mary would be coming back to the wizarding world after the war was over and that’s why she joined the Order. When Mary told Emmeline that her plan was to never come back Emmeline yelled at her and told her that Marlene died for nothing

Emmeline and Mary have this whole arc

By the time it’s December 1987 they’re all a bit sick of each other and Snape and Remus end up getting into this massive argument which ends with Remus punching Snape and breaking his nose after Snape accuses him of being a evil

Remus storms out, Mary goes after him, Gilderoy goes to his room and Emmeline is left with Snape

Snape tells her about how the Marauders “bullied" him and his "love" for Lily and he tells her about the Prank and twists the story to make it sound like Remus wanted to kill him also. Emmeline is furious and when Remus get back they argue about it

Emmeline tells him that Snape was right and that Remus probably never cared about anyone and that he's a monster like all the other werewolves

After their argument Emmeline and Mary talk and Mary explains why she left the wizarding world and all that. They connect very emotionally. Emmeline eventually ends up falling asleep and she never sees Mary again

The next day (Christmas Eve) a bunch of shit happens while everyone’s still mad at each other I won’t get into it now but it ends with Severus, Emmeline, Remus and Gilderoy burning an entire building filled with possibly bad MACUSA employees in and killing them all

They move back to England the next day

Emmeline ends up missing all the full moons after that

In 1988 Emmeline meets a muggle called Noelle Daviss and falls in love. Because she's a muggle she starts to lean towards a muggle life for her and goes to medical school, she slowly loses contact with Snape

In 1990 Pandora died and Emmeline was among those wondering why

Also in 1990 Emmeline and Noelle got married and adopted a daughter called Julie Vance

When she heard the news of Remus being exposed as a werewolf she considered trying to contact him but doesn’t

When the Order got back together Emmeline refused to talk to Snape despite how many times he tried to talk to her. She was also avoiding Remus and Sirius like the plague. She would mostly talk to Kingsley during this time

The day before her death Emmeline went to visit Amelia while she was skating and warned Amelia to lock all of her doors because she overheard rumours that the Death Eaters might be after her

Emmeline was killed by Death Eaters while walking to Grimmauld Place on the 14th July 1996. Snape was the one to give the Death Eaters information that led to her death because Dumbledore told him to

She died exactly 14 years after Marlene

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?

I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.

Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.

Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.

Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.

Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.

Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.

If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.

So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.

[selenepsyche]

Astro Observations with Selene (Part 2)

Undeveloped Capricorns & Aquarians are truly a pain in the ass. Y'all can never hold yourselves accountable for shit. Even if you get proven wrong with factual evidence or witnesses, you still gonna say or do out of pocket shit that don't even make sense. Y'all be wanting to win a argument so bad and act like you know everything when you don't. Is it that hard to say "I was wrong, I apologize"? Someone could accurately predict a stock market crash and you'll bring up shit that happened ten years ago just to prove a point, like just take your L.

The 12th House is truly the house of your hidden enemies. My 12th house is in Aries and my worst betrayals have come from Aries people. In 6th grade, my former Aries best friend randomly switched up on me and bullied me out of jealousy and envy. It sent my mental health into a deep spiral. A few months ago, my former Aries friend flirted with and dated my shitty ex behind my back when we had just broken up, then proceeded to say it isn't a big deal and threatened to beat me up because I went off on her. Long story short, they didn't last because he broke up with her and now she's a miserable bitch.

Scorpio Men are some of the messiest people I've ever met, mainly undeveloped Scorpio men. I would not trust them with your secrets. I wouldn't even tell them how your day went. They gossip more than woman do.

Venus in Virgo men, are there any of you that AREN'T players? Every time I look in the chart of a male celebrity or influencer and see that he has a Venus in Virgo, I don't even be surprised. (Austin Butler, Vinnie Hacker, Anthony Ramos, NICK CANNON). Do you know what all these men have in common? They have all certainly had or was rumored to have cheated on their partner or have flings with multiple women.

Venus in Sagittarius people, y'all have a wide variety in whom y'all would wanna date right? It doesn't matter where they come from, their religion, their culture, their race, maybe even their gender. Especially you Venus in Sag men. Yeah, you like to date every woman under the sun right? I'm wondering how long it's gonna take before I see a Venus in Sag man who hasn't switched partners faster then the time it takes them to change a car's tires in a Nascar race.

4th House Placements need to realize that not every familial problem is yours to solve, especially if you're in a toxic household. I understand you may feel attached to your family, but you have a life to live. Don't forget to put your needs first, you're what's important.

Undeveloped Cancers love playing the victim I swear. Y'all start drama and do shit to hurt people, but when you get confronted you wanna play the victim and whine about it. Stop being pussies.

Pisces Men usually have trouble conveying and stabilizing their emotions. I think it has a lot to do with Pisces being a feminine sign, and society has made it to where men aren't supposed to be too emotional. They think they're supposed to be tough and hard. This can manifest as them having trouble controlling their anger or avoiding conflicts all together, being narcissistic, manipulative, and secretive. Pisces does rule the 12th house after all. Not all Pisces Men are like this of course, but it's something to look out for.

Thank you all for reading this! I truly appreciate all the support. I didn't expect for this one to mainly be about men, yikes, so in the next one I'm doing only women-based observations.

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[s-lorelei]

I personally feel like Harry Potter is one of those franchises that's been practically corrupted by its fandom.

The fandom should respect the author, but doesn’t.

The fandom has people in it who say:

"I don't trust JKR with her own Intellectual Property."

"She doesn't know anything about the Marauders. The world and characters belong to us now."

"She would just make all the Marauders straight, white, and cis." (Not everything has to be gay? Wtf)

It's HER story. None of you children (or adults with immature minds) have any right to say that she doesn't know her characters. If she hadn't written them in the first place, you'd have nothing to do, would you? There would be no wolfstar or jegulus or marauders era to begin with.

And you guys do understand that Regulus is fucking dead, right? James and Lily got married. Remus and Tonks had Teddy. Sirius was too focused on the delusion that he thought he got his best friend back (through Harry) to give a shit about Remus. Evan Rosier was never important to the plot. Lily is actually an important character. "Pandora" Lovegood doesn't exist in the books (her name is never mentioned except on Pottermore), and, no, she isn't Evan's twin so stfu. Marlene McKinnon is mentioned once (and it's implied that she married a man). Y'all can't even get Dorcas Meadowes's name correct.

The amount of canon-divergence absurdity in fanon culture is appalling.

...

Name mention counter (in the books):

Marlene McKinnon: 1 (twice if you consider "the McKinnons" as a mention)

Pandora Lovegood: 0

Evan Rosier: 1

Dorcas Meadowes: 1

Grant Chapman: 0 (because he is an OC/self-insert)

Mary Macdonald: 1 (in a flashback)

...

Like- there is absolutely no miniscule amount of evidence that Wolfstar could've ever been anything other than old friends. I wish you guys could see that and stop making up plots and delusional headcanons. (And just because headcanons are what "you believe/think about a character" doesn't mean they don't have to be logical and actually fit into the canon story, so I don’t wanna hear it.) 🙄

And before you tell me "if you don't like it then don't read it"— I don't "read it." I don't read ATYD or Crimson Rivers or Art Heist or whatever other fics are out there that you've decided is canon now. I read the real story, y'know, the seven, very much canon, books. And I was gonna read ATYD, but once I found out how y'all treat it as the Holy Grail of the 1970s Wizarding World, I decided it wasn't my cup of tea because I want to read a fic that is canon-compliant, that doesn't push every hot character into a gay relationship, that doesn't have explicit sex involving minors, that doesn't have self-inserts..

Thanks for reading all this if you did.

(This is me venting because I hate so much of fanon and I'm about to crash out.)

If you don't agree or have nothing nice to say about this post, move along and kindly do not engage. Thank you.

[slushycoookie]

The Perfect Gift

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8k

Content: Reader stresses about V-Day for her man. A sneak peek into her family too. Small TempXina. Or Xinapest? Miguel's always a cutie. Warning Dana shows up. Masturbation. Vaginal fingering. P in V. Reader literally gets folded. MINORS DNI!

A/N: I'm using the characterization for my story, Between Two Worlds. No one has to read it to understand this one shot, but it does help. And it's canon to the main story too! Please enjoy!

Cookie's Love List

“So, what are your plans for Valentine’s Day?”

Tempest’s question rejuvenates you. You sit up straight in the locker rooms, after complaining about wanting to go home in your bed and watch tv. Customers are getting on your nerves and you could be focusing on more important things right now.

“Well, you see…”

“Mhm, here you go.”

“You know I'm planning to pass out cards with candy inside here the day before. Since it's on a Friday this year.”

“Uh-huh.” She motions you to move closer so she can fix your curly wig.

“I got my mom those twizzlers paired with a shirt of her favorite character.”

“That big lizard that likes to destroy Japan a lot?”

“Yeah, he's holding a heart. I thought it was so cute. And for my sister, I already got her that giant pink axolotl plushie. It says ‘I love you’ on the front.”

“How big was that thing again?”

“Twelve fucking feet. I had to take out a lot of shit out of my closet.” You turn a little for Tempest to get the back of your head. “For idiot one and idiot two, I got them a bag of those hard candies so they can stay out of my personal stash.”

“Didn’t your brothers say they were going to that hotel for valentine's day? What did your mom say about that?”

You shake your head, because if you get into that you'd get a headache. “Let’s not talk about that right now. They keep bothering me about that and not their own mother. Oh! And for my grandma, she's getting another pajama set. I found one that was black with a red heart over heart so I know she's gonna like it.”

“Your grandma loves pjs.”

“That’s all she wants. She's so picky. Let's see who else…”

Tempest finishes fixing your hair and turns you around, “You forgetting somebody.”

“Huh? Who?”

“Your man.”

Your eyes dart away, “I didn't forget about him.”

“Ooooh, yes you did.” Your lips purse at Tempest’s teasing tone. “I thought this was your favorite holiday.”

“It is!”

“Then why wasn't fine ass Science Guy the first on your list?”

“Because I don't know what the hell to give him!"

Tempest gasps, feeling your forehead with the back of her hand then checking your pulse.

“That’s not like you at all. Did y'all break up and you secretly didn't tell me?”

“Please, you'd be the first to know if that's the case.”

Getting Miguel something for Valentine’s Day has been stressful for one reason. You had too man ideas on what to give him. A box of candy? A silver chain that would look so good on him? A candle?

So many options and you couldn't pinpoint on one that would work for him.

“You’re overthinking it.” Tempest stands to stretch, flexing her nature green bodysuit that gave everyone a good look of her ass. “You know him more than anyone else. Well, besides Xi.”

You grimace, “You’re on me about mine, what about yours? You aren't even crazy about holiday.”

“Jokes on you, I'm getting her those flower…block…thingies. Already built by moi.”

You roll your eyes while standing up, preparing yourself to get back out there and earn some more money.

“At least you got something.”

Before going upstairs, your best friend hugs you from behind.

“Don’t stress about it. You know he’s gonna love whatever you got for him. That man is crazy about you, okay?”

You know he is. It's why you want to make sure what you give matches his care for you. Because you care for him an awfully lot. So much that your heart gets crazy every time you see him.

Miguel's been through enough to write a book about it, so you want to show him how much he's loved.

He picks you up at five in the morning, hair tussled, square glasses fitting his perfect face. He doesn't hesitate to take your bag before kissing your cheek in greeting. The simple things that makes your breath linger in your chest, unable to escape from your lungs. This man puts his all into his relationship with you.

“How was work?” He asks, holding your hand while driving.

“Tiring. A little stressful…”

“What happened?”

“Nothing serious. Was distracted all night.”

His brows lower with concern, “About?”

You pull at your pants, “Valentine’s Day. It's coming soon and I wanted to make sure I have everyone covered.”

“I'm sure you do.” He gives you a smile at the red light. So soft and gentle. You want to kiss all over that face. “You’re very thoughtful and caring. You treat Valentine’s Day like it's Christmas.”

“Oh yeah. Everyone deserves to be loved.”

“That includes you.” He squeezes your hand and your heart squeezes.

“You too.”

Miguel shyly laughs, “We're talking about you here.”

At another red light, you grab his face and kiss him. A make out session that only lasts for a few seconds, but enough to leave him breathless. Speechless. You glance down at his pants, grinning when he covers his crotch with his other hand.

What should you give him? Miguel said that he was okay with a bag of candy, but you wanted to do more. You had to speak to an expert.

Your mother's known for doing a lot when it came to…everything.

When you were in school, before winter break she made a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries for the teachers in your classes. She participated in decorating during important events like homecoming and prom. She's a pro in everything party related down to the gifts. It's why her job is event planning.

You wanted to do this on your own, but asking for some advice wouldn't hurt.

“Okay,” Your mom pulls out her notebook and pen while you lie on her bed, “what are you thinking about giving him?”

As you list the items, you see the list get longer and longer and longer. Pouring on to the second page which made you realize that it was plenty to work with.

“Are y'all getting married or something?”

“No!” You sit up, “Why are you thinking that?”

“Because this is a lot for a boyfriend not a husband.”

“Alright.” You suck your teeth, wondering if it's a good idea to speak to your mom in the first place. “I got it.”

“Don’t be like that. I'm just saying you don't have to do so much. All that matters is him knowing how much you like him. Or are we getting to that other l word yet?”

“I like him.” You push, but your mom clearly doesn't buy it with a lip curl.

“Okay, okay.” She does another once over of your list before getting a sparkle in her eye. That same one she gets when she comes up with a party idea, “You should do a gift basket. Put a couple of his favorite things in there, make it pretty and boom, you got a thoughtful gift.”

You stare at the list and it all makes sense, solving your issue of giving Miguel multiple things without overwhelming yourself.

Multiple stores were frequented, combing through endless aisles of Valentine’s day decorations and gifts. Your cart being filled to the brim with all the supplies you need for Miguel’s basket. Despite you buying everything so close to the actual day, there were plenty of items for you to use.

In one store, your eye caught a men's pajama set. The red satin under your fingertips bolstered your gift basket idea. Not to mention there was a matching lingerie set for women.

You really hope he likes it.

The already done basket haunting the corner of your room. Hovering over you as you slept. You replay every reaction Miguel would have about your gift. How he might cry seeing at how much care and thought you put into it. Or toss your gift aside and say that Dana always gave him better gifts. Although, you'd kick his ass if he did that to you.

Your stomach hurts, you can hardly breathe. You barely got any sleep when D-Day arrives. You're awake, staring at your bedroom ceiling. Eyes weak, but not enough to fall asleep. It's not until you get a text from Miguel that your heart pangs against your chest.

He wants you to come outside, knowing you weren't crazy about him being in your house like that yet.

You throw on your sweatpants and a hoodie before putting on your slippers. Miguel tends to do this before he has to go to work. Saying that seeing you first before his day begins makes his day all the better. Your mother and grandma are already up, sitting at the kitchen counter and drinking coffee.

“I see Miguel’s outside.” Your mom teases.

“You need to let that man come inside and not leave him standing out there.”

You hold back rolling your eyes at your grandma, “Do you know how y'all are?”

“Oh, I know how I am.”

Your grandma sticks your tongue out at you and you do the same. You open the door and see Miguel on your porch with a large bouquet of flowers. A rose and lily bouquet. Colors of pinks and whites fill your vision. Bits of green foliage accent the piece, circling around the base.

The flowers steals any word that could escape from your lips.

“Oh my god, they're beautiful!” Your mother shouts from behind.

That knocks some sense into you, quickly closing the door at her protest. But she's right. They are beautiful.

“Happy Valentine’s day.” Miguel keeps his gaze on you. “I hope this isn't too much.”

The flowers were past the size of your head. You can't imagine how heavy it might be once you hold them. Tears well in your eyes, pooling down to your cheeks.

“Oh, Mig…”

He stumbles at the tears, going to wipe your face.

“Oh no, this is too much, isn't it?”

“No.” You help Miguel wipe your eyes, “No, I love it. This was so sweet of you.”

He sheepishly smiles, “It’s a tradition to give a pretty lady flowers on Valentine's Day.”

You look down at yourself, “If I knew you were gonna do this, I would've dressed a bit more cuter.”

“What do you mean? You look cute to me.”

You playfully push him, before noticing a heart shaped box. It was smaller than the bouquet, but fitting very well against it.

“I got you some chocolates too. They're assorted and have filling inside.”

“Ooh.” You take the box before reaching out for the flowers.

Miguel steps back, “You should let me take these in. They're heavy.”

“No, then you'll be subjected to my mom and grandma's questions.”

“It’s not like I haven't met your mom before. And I don't want you to carry something that's heavy.”

He looks at you with his large, brown eyes. You're always weak to them. Its why you give in and open the door.

“Hi Miguel!” Your mom greets immediately.

“Hello.” He also greets your grandma while you're directing him to the breakfast table.

“Where did you get those flowers?”

“A florist near my childhood home did them. We always go to her for flowers.”

“How much are they because I've been looking for a better florist nearby for this event-”

“Ma, Miguel has to go to work soon.”

You help him put the flowers in a vase with water. It's as if Miguel’s presence decided to wake up the whole house. Your sister immediately comes down, oohing and aahing at the flowers before saying hi to Miguel.

“She doesn’t need all of those flowers.”

“Shut up.”

Your brothers follow not long after her, ignoring the flowers and focusing on the fact that Miguel is in the house.

“It's our third musketeer!”

“Did you get us something?”

“He is not your valentine, he's mine.” You push your brothers off of him. Not doing much of a dent since they're stronger than you.

“You keep hogging him all to yourself. When are we gonna get a turn?”

“Never. For as long as I live.”

“I'll be right back.” Miguel whispers to you, kissing your cheek before going back to his car. Of course he got something else. This man wasn't gonna stop.

“I need everyone to go away now.”

Your family doesn't budge. In fact, they get comfortable, waiting to see what else Miguel got.

Two boxes of donuts. Your family rejoices when he sets the boxes on the counter. Freshly baked treats that range from chocolate covered to glazed. No one hesitates diving in to take one.

“There’s a donut shop that opens early that I like to go to.” Miguel explains, mainly to you as the whole family revels in his gift. “They always bake their donuts fresh everyday.”

“Thank you, Miguel!” Everyone says while eating. You shake your head, using this as an excuse to push Miguel out the door.

“Okay, I’m sure he really has to go to work now-”

“When are y’all getting married?”

Your mom’s question make you and Miguel look everywhere but each other.

“Stop asking that. Go eat another donut.”

While your cheeks get hot, you continue leading him to the door. Your family saying goodbye and booing you at the same time for making him leave. He chuckles when you close the door behind you.

“Thanks. That was nice of you.”

Miguel smiles, “Of course.”

You sigh, holding your hands behind your back. “I’ll give you your gift later. I want to put some finishing touches on it.”

“Don’t stress yourself. I’ll like anything you get me, even if it’s just socks.”

“You don’t just deserve socks. But if you want them, I can swing by the store real quick and grab a pair-”

He kisses you, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs rubbing along your cheeks. A wet pop occurs when he pulls away for a second, his eyes staring into yours.

“I will be happy with anything you get me. Okay?”

You bite your lip, “O-Okay.”

“I’ll see you later tonight, yeah?”

“You got something else for me?”

He nods, “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Of course, he has more for you. You don’t typically see Valentine’s Day as a competition, but now you’re starting to see it that way. Miguel is the type to always go above and beyond.

You kiss him goodbye and see him off, your stomach turning and twisting. Full of knots. You go back inside, grab a donut before going back to your room. The gift basket staring directly at you once more.

So, you got yourself together.

Your plan being to surprise Miguel with his gift during his lunch break. The heartbeat in your ears matching the pace of your footsteps when you walked in the Alchemax building. The heel from your boots against the quartz floor resonates your entrance.

Your entire body quivers as you press the up button on the elevator.

Thank goodness no one was inside, allowing you to breathe in, breathe out. Your heart slowly calming down with each exhale.

Miguel will like your gift.

When hitting the scientific department, you make your way to his workspace. Carefully cradling his gift in his arms. Some coworkers saying hello to you while glancing at the gift in curiosity.

You clutch on to his basket when reading his name on the clear glass of his workspace. A mantra of your boyfriend being in awe of your gift lingering in your mind. It’s now or never. If he hates it, he hates it. Then you can break up with him and rant to your friends about what a horrible guy he is.

Except, he wasn’t there.

Margo and Gwen are hanging around, laughing at their phones.

“Uh hey.”

“Hi Miguel’s girlfriend.” Margo waves, putting her phone away. “Why you in here? Oh, wait! Are you surprising Miguel?”

“I’m trying. Where is he?”

“He’s doing some labs on the other side.” Gwen informs you, “We got some new blood slides and he wants to check them out before lunch.”

“Ah okay.” You hold the gift close to your chest. You’re sure you can’t go in to his lab area without ruining things. Should you wait until he comes out?

“What did you get him?” Margo and Gwen eye the basket. “It looks like you got a lot of stuff in there.”

“Aren’t you his besties? How will I know you won’t betray me if I tell you?”

“Girlies before homies.”

You snort at Margo before giving them a peek. Well, at least of what they could see behind the cellophane. “Do you think he’d like it?”

“Oh yeah.” Gwen says, “Especially the candy, he hides them in his desk drawer.”

“I eat them sometimes.” Margo cosigns.

That gives you some confidence. Maybe you are stressing out about this for no reason.

“Okay, good.”

You decide to hang around in the break room. Gwen mentions that Miguel takes his time looking at blood slides, so it may be a while. You don’t have a problem with waiting as you park up at a table, taking another donut as you saw that Miguel bought some for the office too.

The anxiety inside you lessens. When Miguel's finished, you’re going to give him his gift and he’s going to kiss you with gratitude. Then you can move on to phase two of your gift that was much much later. After wherever he’s planning to take you.

Which you had no idea what he would do. Knowing him it was going to be romantic. Something to make you swoon off your feet. Give you the urge to suck him off.

“Hi!” Dana waves at you under the doorway, catching the attention of some people.

You’re trying hard not to roll your eyes, “Hey! I’m surprised you’re here. I thought Tyler was taking you out.”

“He is.” She pulls up a chair across from you, sitting down like princess. She even looks like one with her pink, poofy dress, subtle make up, and crystal earrings dangling from her ears. “He just needed to finish up some important stuff at work. Y’know, CEO things…”

“Ah…”

Dana’s eyes trace across the basket, “What’s this?”

“Oh, this is a gift for Miguel.” You grab the basket and pull it closer to you. “I think he’ll like it.”

She hums, standing from her seat to take a peek inside. You curl up your lip, not saying anything as she runs her hands across the cellophane, observing it. Dana doesn’t say anything for a few seconds before tsking.

“That’s all you got him?”

You tilt your head, “I’m sorry?”

“You just got him candy? And a mug?”

“That’s what he likes…”

“Well, of course, but it’s Valentine’s Day. All of this seems…trivial, yeah?” Before you could even go on by what she meant, she keeps going. “I mean, I bought Miguel this nice watch down in the outlet stores over an hour away from here and he loved it. So you know I just think-”

You quickly stand up, moving the table enough so it screeches along the floor. Once again people were looking at you when you grabbed the basket.

“You know what, I’ll keep your advice in mind.”

You push your way out of the break room, going back towards the elevators with your subpar gift in tow. But Miguel is right there, making his way back from the lab. You quickly hide your gift behind you when he locks eyes with you. You don’t miss the shine in his eyes at the fact you’re here.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“This is a nice surprise.”

“It is…”

“We can eat lunch together. That sandwich place you like are doing a deal for couples. You get a soup and a sandwich for seven dollars.”

“That sounds nice, but I actually need to go. Uh, Temp is struggling with Xina’s gift and she called me to save the day so…”

Your heart pangs at his disappointed look, when he notices your odd stance. “Are you…carrying something?”

“It’s your gift!” Dana comes in, with a smile that you wanted to punch. “She gave me a peek.”

“Oh?” Miguel steps closer, but you back away.

“There’s something wrong with it. I forgot to put the fancy ribbon on. It has glitter on it and without it it just ruins the entire look.”

“I-I don’t mind if it’s missing the glitter ribbon-”

“I do! You know how I am, gotta make sure it’s perfect.”

“Oh…”

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek before maneuvering around him so he wouldn’t see the gift. He made a few advances to walk you to your car, but you declined them, knowing he was still going to see.

The urge to throw it in the back of your car is high.

Of course your gift was mediocre. Dana bought him a fancy watch. You got him candy. Totally different in terms of everything; cost, originality, longevity. You might have had a chance if you got him the chain like you thought of previously. His ex managed to out do you. You’re the worst girlfriend ever.

The gift basket should just be nixed from the plan. Phase two was going to have to be the main part of his gift. That’s fine. It’ll be fine.

Miguel’s text is making you feel worse. Asking if you are okay and that he wanted to have lunch with you. You wanted to have lunch with him too. Maybe sloppily make out in the back of his car before he went back to work. But Dana had to open her mouth.

“I don’t know why you let that bitch say something.”

You sigh on the call, fixing your hair in the mirror. Miguel is on his way to pick you up for the next part of your gift. As usual, you told your friends what happened before you went AWOL for the rest of the night.

“I didn’t let her say anything.”

“Yeah, you did because you still didn’t give him the gift you worked hard on.”

You sucked your teeth, not liking that Misty was right. “Did you forget the fact that she brought him a watch? Probably the same one he usually wears on his wrist.”

“She probably brought it with his money.” Monica rebuttals, “Therefore, your gift is immediately better because you used your own funds and not his for his gift.”

“It’s still a fucking watch! The one that you see rich men wear and wonder how much that he has in his bank account.”

Miguel’s text saying that he’s almost there with a smiley face makes you groan. You shouldn’t even go out. Just tell him that you’re not feeling better and he should cancel whatever he has planned for you.

“Give him the damn gift.” Tempest comes in, “I gave my girl a cherry blossom tree that’s probably missing a branch, but she still loved it, right?”

A low confirmation from Xina was heard through the phone.

“See? Fuck what Dana said and give Miguel the gift. You’re the queen when it comes to today, why would you let someone lesser than you say anything?”

You see that Miguel is outside to pick you up. Your friends are right. You know they’re right. You’re ruining the holiday for yourself, the day you enjoy every year. Miguel likes you and you like him. Why wouldn’t he like what you made for him?

“If he doesn’t like it, he’s gonna hear from me.” Tempest says.

“Girl, I don’t have enough connections to bail you out of jail.” Misty adds in.

“Make sure you give us a play by play of him wearing you out tomorrow.”

Everyone laughs at Monica’s words when you quickly hang up, making your way out the house. You say goodbye to your family, ignoring the comment from your mother of making sure you don’t get pregnant before leaving.

On cue, Miguel is out of the car, almost running to get your spending the night bag. He comments on how great your outfit, a red blazer with a matching skirt paired with black tights and heels, looks. All before locking on to the gift basket, lighting up at its presence.

“Is that mine?”

“Yes.” You playfully roll your eyes, “Get in the car first and I’ll show you.”

The two of you get settled. You ignore the anxiety in over your head telling you to not give it to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your stomach churns when he peels away the wrapping. Miguel’s wide smile gives you hope when he pulls out the sour candies.

“I’ve been looking for these. I think Margo’s been eating them…”

“Oh yeah, she has.”

He shows you the mug like you didn’t buy it for him. It was white, with the words ‘amor’ in red cursive.

“Another mug for my collection.”

“I think it’s big enough for two cups of coffee.”

“It is.” He flashes you the biggest grin and you realize that you helped with his caffeine addiction.

There’s a pink teddy bear holding a heart that says ‘You’re Sweet’ and he laughs. When he peeks at the red pjs you got him, you stop him right there.

“That’s for when we go back to your apartment.”

“O-Oh.” Miguel quickly puts back the stuff, trying to match with the way you first had it. But he beams and now you wonder why you were so worried about giving it to him. “I love it.”

“Really?” You giggle, “I’m glad you do. I’m…so glad you do.”

“Were you afraid that I wouldn’t like it?”

You twiddle your thumbs, “Yeah. You’re my boyfriend I…I wanted to make sure it was perfect.”

“It was.” He tucks his finger under your chin, “It’s better than any gift that anyone has ever gotten me.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No really. This is very thoughtful and personal. You remembered the candy I like. And it comes in hearts.”

“But it’s not a fancy watch…”

Miguel’s eye twitches, “Dana told you about her gifts to me?” You nod and he exhales, pursing his lips. “Those gifts were nice, but they weren’t for me. I’d prefer things with thought put into them, not the most expensive thing in the store.”

You smile, “You’re so sweet.”

“That’s what the bear says.”

You kiss him, any worries or concerns out of the window. Miguel likes your gift and you can enjoy the rest of your night.

“I think you’ll like where we’re going.”

He inputs the destination on his GPS, making you gasp at the location.

“What? A drive-in theater?”

Miguel nods, grinning from ear to ear. “They’re showing that horror movie you wanted to see. You know, the one where the killer is killing couples on Valentine’s day?”

You squeal, hugging him tight and bombarding him with kisses. Each filled with gratitude.

“Oh wait-” You sit back, “You don’t like horror movies.”

“This one doesn’t seem too bad…”

“Baby, I don’t want you to have a bad time because you’re trying to make me happy.”

“I won’t. My night is already made since you’re here.”

Your head lowers, holding in the urge to tell him to go to his apartment for phase two.

“Okay. If you get scared, don’t hesitate to lean on me.”

Your wink makes him glance away, “I-I should be saying that to you.”

“Aww, you’re gonna protect me if I get scared?”

Miguel clears his throat as you flutter your eyelashes, “Yes.”

The drive-in theater is a forty-five minute drive. There Miguel drove down a backroad that lead to the entrance of the theater. A few cars were in line, ready to make their way inside to find a good place to park.

You didn’t comment on Miguel’s punctuality when you noticed the theater didn’t open until thirty minutes from now.

While waiting you noticed the sign of a Valentine’s Day deal. A jumbo popcorn paired with a jumbo drink for couples to share. Your stomach growls at the sight and you realized you hardly ate anything today.

“I'm sorry this isn't fancy.” Miguel apologizes, “The food I mean. It'll be movie theater food…”

“Well, we are at a theater. And I have been craving mozzarella sticks for a while. Ooh a hot dog sounds good too.”

When he's finally able to pay at the booth, the driver goes over the rules and safety tips when they drive past. Where the exits are in case they need to leave and what radio channel to use to effectively watch the movie.

You're shimmying in excitement while your boyfriend searches for a spot. He finds one in the middle of the lot, able to see the giant screen so clearly and it wasn't too far away from the concessions area either.

Hand in hand you follow Miguel inside to get some snacks. The hunger in you took over as you oohed and aahed at the array of food. Nachos, various flavors of popcorn, hot dogs spinning on a cart, curly fries. You should've ate something before you left.

“Just pick for me.” You clutch to his arm. “If I pick anything, we'll be loaded with snacks.”

“Okay-”

“Oh wait! Can we at least get the jumbo drink and popcorn?”

Miguel snorts, “I thought you said I can pick.”

“You can now…” You kiss his cheek and he picks out your snacks. More like you do as you kept pointing at which ones you want. And Miguel wasn’t the type to say no to you.

It's why he ended up carrying most of the food as you happily skip back to the car with your popcorn and drink.

The food felt like the best thing you ever ate. Your hot dog covered in the usual ketchup, mustard and relish taste divine. The marinara on your tongue from the mozzarella made you shimmy. And you wish you could marry the person who made the curly fries.

Miguel glances at you with soft eyes, as if he’s entranced by you.

“You have…something on your…”

You blink, looking at yourself and hoping you didn't get anything on your red blazer. He takes the corner of a napkin and dabs it on the corner of your lips. The gentle action causing you to freeze.

“It was ketchup on your…lips…”

“Thanks Miggy.”

You giggle when he turns away.

The previews were all horror related. Every scary, tense trailer made you glance at Miguel. Worried that he was going to scare himself so badly. His jumps made you jump and right when the movie started he's holding your hand.

He tries to play it off as wanting to touch you, but you know the real reason.

“Mig, I can always watch this when it goes to one of the streaming services.”

“I'm fine. I can deal with horror movies. And excessive blood and guts.”

He squeezes your hand and you don't say anything else.

The movie is dumb.

Not in the sense that you couldn’t enjoy yourself, but you weren’t taking it seriously. You lost count at how many times you laughed at an absurd death or when the characters said an odd line. There are moments that you winced at how the killer manages to get its victim, glancing at Miguel who hasn’t let go of your hand once.

If he wasn’t hiding behind his popcorn, he pretended he was thirsty, getting a drink at the scary parts. You thought he was so cute.

During the middle of the movie, motion occurs out of the corner of your eye. A car shaking. It wasn’t so bad, but it’s enough to catch your eye. The faint outline of a palm on the car window seals the deal.

“Oh my god.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

You point behind you, eyes wide and filled with amusement. “They’re fucking.”

Miguel looks over your shoulder at the jostling car. His eyes almost went past his frames at the sight.

“Oh. That’s another one.”

“What?”

He points at the backseat to another car having similar motions. “It started doing that thirty minutes in the movie.”

You snort, trying not to cackle. You definitely weren’t surprised at people having sex in their cars. It’s Valentine’s Day. Couples are going to pull stunts like this. You just didn’t expect to see it.

“Happy V-Day to them especially.”

Once the movie finished, Miguel was on his way back to his apartment.

You can say you enjoyed the movie, but you ended up becoming distracted. The way those cars rocked made you wish you were being rocked that way. Getting jostled in the backseat, Miguel handling you with ease. Luckily, you’re prepared for phase two. The rocking cars just helped you out a little.

Miguel kept shifting during the way back. Tugging on his seatbelt, his buttoned down shirt, his pants. You know it must’ve affected him too.

You decide to test it by opening up your blazer, giving him a show of your cleavage.

“Did you enjoy the movie?”

Miguel’s eyes darts to your chest before back at you, “Y-Yes. It wasn’t that good in terms of the plot, but it was fun.”

“Good. I thought it was fun too.” At a stop, you stretch your neck, running your fingertips down from there to your blouse to pretend to fix it. “I think those people we saw had fun too. In their own way.”

“O-Oh yeah.” Miguel shakily exhales, “I’m surprised it was, it was during a horror movie. That’s not very romantic.”

“I don’t know. You have the right atmosphere which is dark and cool and it’s only you and the person you like? That’s bounds for love making.”

He gulps when your hand rests on top of his, “You have a point.”

“So you’d want to fuck me in your car? In a lot of a drive-in theater where people are around?”

“…y-yes.” You bite your lip at Miguel getting shy. “We can be discreet.”

“Can we?” Your index finger makes small circles on his hand, “You tend to get riled up when you’re with me. I can feel it when you get rough.”

Your finger slides up his forearm slowly, carefully. You feel the goosebumps on his skin. Miguel’s breathing increasing and a notable tent in his pants. When he pulls up to the parking lot of his apartment complex, you pull away. Grabbing your purse and his gift basket.

He’s looking at you with lowered eyes when he grabs your bag from the trunk. His stare stirring in your chest, making your stomach flutter. You know he isn’t going to make a move until you’re both inside, so you have to deter him a little longer.

“Oh, I need to shower. I feel dirty.”

Your words halt Miguel when he closes his front door, “Okay. Can I join you?”

So he can rock your world under the water hose? If this was any other day, you’d say yes.

“Sorry, baby. Not this time.”

“We…we can save water showering together.”

“When have you complained to me about your water bill?” Miguel grimaces, causing you to giggle. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long. Then you can shower after.”

In the shower, you made sure you smelled like you were born in Candyland. A vanilla scented body wash foaming across your skin. Paired with a lotion that had hints of honey. All combined with a red lingerie set that would make him drop to his knees.

When walking out of the bathroom, he’s immediately by your side. His face lighting up at your scent.

“You smell great.” Miguel goes forward and you know if you let him come closer, he'd start asking questions like what's under your red robe.

“Thanks. Go on and shower, I'll be here.”

You try to not take his pout too close to heart. He'd start feeling better once he sees what you're going to do.

You cover his coffee and tv stand with lit candles. All unscented. It creates a soothing atmosphere in his living room, contributing to the sexy vibe you're going for. You take out your portable speaker and play your Valentine’s day playlist. All of it involving sexy, sensual songs to boost the mood.

To tie it all together, you sit on the sofa, legs crossed, patiently waiting for your man to come up.

Time to initiate phase two.

Miguel comes out, wearing the pj set you bought him. The red, satin shirt tied with matching shorts goes well with what you're wearing. He notices the slight changes to his living room.

“I like the candles.”

“I'm glad you do.” You pat next to you on the couch and he obliges, quickly sitting next to you. His scent of earl grey makes your eyes roll back momentarily. It's doing wonders to your core, getting soaked.

“I wanted to show my appreciation for everything you did today.”

Miguel rubs the back of his neck, “Y-You didn't need to. I wanted to do this for you.”

“I know…” Your palm lands on his abdomen, going up across his abs and over his pectorals. “But did you really think the gift basket was all I had in store for you?”

You don't give him a chance to answer when you kiss him. It was short and sweet, enough to have him reach over to you. Dodging his advances, you stand. Reaching over your robe and undoing it, letting it fall down so he can fully see you.

The lacey, red bra with hearts etched on that pushed up your breasts. Panties that matched with a g-string. Black high heels to complete the look.

“Wow…wow you're stunning.”

Your heart flits at the compliment, “You know I am.” Before you make your descent, you raise a finger. “You can't touch me until I say so.”

Miguel’s hands flexed while he pouts. You know he loves touching you, but he needs to wait.

“Okay.”

A song plays and you follow the beat. Your feet carrying the slow rhythm and your hips follow. You don't miss Miguel’s eyes on you, not once leaving your alluring body.

Not when you pull off his shirt, showing his body underneath. You easily slide off your heels, putting them in the corner of the coffee table. Miguel’s hands twitch when you straddle him. Your soft, smooth body against his. Taunting him because he can't touch you.

You press your body along his, breasts against his face. Maybe you should have told him he can't do anything. The moment Miguel is face with skin contact, he peppers the tops of your chest with kisses. Small, desperate ones. Enough to increase your arousal.

A hand grips his hair while you let him kiss you a little longer. Squeezing your thighs together, biting your lip. Miguel does more than kiss though. He licks up to your neck, humming along at the taste and smell of you. It makes you gasp when he continues. Alternating between licking and kissing on the valley of your breasts.

Taking back control, you tug his head back. His full lips part, glasses a little crooked. You lean down for another kiss, tongue colliding along yours. Tasting the minty toothpaste.

Miguel groans in your mouth when you raise your hips. Your plump ass grazing his bulge. You pull away by dragging his bottom lip before starting your descent. Nibbling, licking, and sucking on his neck. He sighs and still doesn't make an effort to touch you. He's always so good at following directions.

Even as your slide your hands from his shoulders, down to his biceps, forearms, and hands. Leaving them there as you kiss his chest. Your tongue flicking his nipple, earning a satisfying ‘aah’ from his lips. While transitioning to the other, Miguel shifts. Trying to make himself more comfortable despite being confined in his shorts. He hisses at you palming his hardness, him gripping the sofa cushions for some self control.

“Can I touch you now? Please?”

You pretend to think it over, “Hmm, no. Be patient.”

A shaky sigh leaves him when you tug at the waistband of his shorts. With some help of Miguel raising his hips, you pull off the shorts in one swoop, ‘accidentally’ removing his boxers as well.

“Oh no, that wasn't part of the plan.” You faux pout while his hard cock is in front of you. Desperate to be touched. His face filled with lust as he still doesn't move his eyes away from you. Or make a move.

Time to cut him some slack.

“My poor baby.” You turn around and bend down, letting him see your bottom when you slowly pull down your panties. The air hitting your sex, showing him how wet you are. “I bet this is torture, huh?”

Miguel hums but doesn't say anything. He's probably too busy focusing on your nice ass. Your pussy that he wants to dive in and taste. With your panties placed on the sofa, you bend down once more to grab the lube. Give him another showing before the main event.

You smirk at him holding your panties, using them while he strokes himself.

“Before you say anything, you said I can't touch you.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything…”

Miguel eyes traces your form, his chest rising and matching his strokes. You decide to let him get some relief, watching him while placing some lube in your palms. You were clearly right about his fascination with your underwear. The sight of them being against his cock, stirs something inside of you.

“Those panties better than me?”

“N-No.”

You move his hand aside, sitting down with your back against his chest. Miguel’s heavy pants tickle your ear, making you shiver in delight. With your palm you stroke his shaft, covering him with the slick lube.

Before you slide yourself on him, you needed to make sure you are ready first.

As you dip your fingers inside, your head goes back. Your thumb rubbing your clit causes you to moan. Miguel nuzzles along your cheek, taking in your noises of pleasure.

“I wish you can taste how wet I am…”

His breath hitches, “I-I can. Please…let me…”

You take out your two fingers and put them close to his lips. Miguel doesn’t hesitate in tasting you, sucking on your fingers and groaning as he does so. His eyes closed. His tongue running all over your digits to make sure he gets it all.

“Good job…”

Your back arches when you flick your clit. Your muscles relaxing, a familiar feeling building up in your lower stomach. Miguel’s desperate pants don't help. They egg you on while he nibbles on the space between your neck and shoulder. His tongue creating a wet trail from your neck to your earlobe. The air drying it off and making you come on the spot.

Surging against his body, your toes curling, your eyes rolling back while you scream. Miguel resolve still remains despite the death grip on the cushions and the tip of his cock getting darker.

“You always sound so pretty.” He mumbles under your skin, placing kisses as you calm down.

You want those hands on you. You want him to create a picture on your skin.

You grab a condom from the box on the table. Your slippery hands make it difficult to tear it open, but he helps you. Easily opening the package and handing it back to you.

When you slide the condom on his cock, you raise your hips. Effortlessly, you lower on to his length, shuddering at the way he's able to bump along your walls. Your legs shake and your poor man is aching to touch you.

“You can touch me now.”

In an instant, Miguel holds the underside of your thighs. His grip helping you raise your hips before slamming back down to the base. His fingertips dig into you, creating a gentle burn. You turn away to make sure he doesn't see you and your pleasure ridden face.

Miguel sucks his teeth, “I- I can't look at you now?”

“You’re already touching me-unh!”

He bucks up into you, hitting a spot that makes you croon. You're struggling to grab on something so you wrap an arm around his neck while the other cups your covered breast.

Miguel notices you're not completely naked either and unfastens the bra, exposing you, maneuvering the straps from your arms before he tosses it behind him. He can't lift you and fondle you at the same time. But it gives him a show at your breasts moving along with your movements.

Up and down. Up and down. His large hand molding on your thighs. His thick cock stuffing you full. You're losing any coherent thought. The way his shaft disappears inside you takes up your mind.

You wonder what he looks like right now. If his glasses are still on. Still a bit crooked. The thought of him looking a little disarray while he's fucking you is tempting.

You want to see him.

While he’s focused, you glance back and your breath is stolen away. Your boyfriend's brows furrow, glasses on the tip of his nose, his lips curl. You want to see that. See him.

“Miguel…” You call, “I wanna…I wanna see you.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm.”

You're not sure what happened.

First you're against his back on the couch and now you're on your back. Your legs up high, locking eyes with Miguel when he pushes into you. His glasses on the brink of falling off. He must’ve notice when he pushes them up on his face.

The grip on your ankles secure you when he fucks you.

Your mouth gapes, eyes rolling back as he's repeatedly hitting your cervix. Sounds of skin hitting skin echo throughout the apartment. Miguel's pants mix in with them. You're seeing stars, any coherent thought gone.

“Fuck, Miggy…right there.”

“Here?”

You gasp at his sharp thrust. He doesn't stop, hitting you just right that it makes a second orgasm rise from within. Taking you by surprise as your eyes widen, your walls squeezing his cock.

It takes him by surprise too, because Miguel immediately comes. Bending your ankles almost to your ears.

The two of you stay like that for a moment. As much as you can until your legs start to ache. To your relief, your man sits back, pulling you on top. Your lips connect as you two slowly make out.

That word is on the tip of your tongue, but what type of person would you be if you say it after sex?

“Did you like your gift?”

Miguel rubs his nose along yours, causing you to smile. “I loved it. It was perfect.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from.” You take off his glasses and he gives you a questionable gaze. “I don't wanna break your glasses.”

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[omgcatboi]

Help me get Justice for murdered indigenous gay man Johnathan Joss and his transmasc husband Tristan. Take action with me.

I try not to make posts like this here because I understand y'all don't follow me for political reasons. So once again this is an isolated post but a very important one.

I just got off the phone with the mayor of San Antonio by the way you can call her because she is the boss of the chief of police who's saying that this wasn't a hate crime : 2102077107

Call her and tell her that you demand that the chief of police be fucking fired. Tell her to do her job tell her to get involved. Tell her that this man is neglectful of his civil duties as a chief of police.

Call her and tell her to fire him. Call her and tell her to do her fucking job and fucking fire him. And tell her you're coming for her job next and going over her head to her boss if she doesn't take action.

Angry enough like I am?

If you want to call the chief of police and insult him and call him a bitch ass white boy like I just did, and let him know how outraged you are for his lack of competence with his work, here is his number have fun : +12102077360

I also advise that you call the actual police station of San Antonio and let them know you're outrage as well as I have done.

Being peaceful gets you killed in this world and Jonathan has shown that. I see no stories or any articles of this man causing anybody any problems. Get angry and get violent because the peaceful queers and indigenous are the ones that fucking die. And we need to protect who we have left.

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 16

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: sixteen

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

felt lotte 😔

neev you went to a wsl match and to an arse-nal one of all ?! i thought you were a chelsea supporter y/n 😔 how could you do this to me bae

kyra who the hell would be sane enough to support chelshit?

elton PLS

willybum CHELSHIT HAHAHA

neev are we seeing this rn sam @ samtheskippa the disrespect

sam the skippa kyra lillee cooney-cross

kyra erm mum, save me @ stephy

stephy i ain't getting involved in this

kyra 😔

meado oh my lord

tom holland's twin i have a concussion y/n ✌️ twinning

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ want me to come over and we can watch movies i'll bring ice-cream

tom holland's twin pls do 🙏

stairway why is lotte getting special treatment? i sprained my ankle the other day

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sucks to be you

elton are you seriously still mad at us for accidentally giving you a concussion

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

neev i'll make it up to you with nandos i'll pay 🙏

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ okay

willybum that's all it took for you to forgive her? nandos?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ hey, nandos is fire 🔥 only ppl with taste can understand

mccard real

kyra real

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ and i can never stay mad at you guys for long

the REAL karate kid yayyy

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but tillies are still my number one

willybum NOOO

kyra YESSS as you should 💪

the REAL karate kid okay but you support arsenal yeah? 🥺🙏

neev NAHH chelsea 🤍💙🥺🙏

brightness chelsea 🤍💙

flaming hot chelsea 🤍💙

sam the skippa aye up the blues 🤍💙

elton NAHH yanited 🔛🔝

earpsy yesss ❤️🖤

zelem ❤️🖤

turner ❤️🖤

hempo it's actually mancity thank you very much

lani ayeee

esme yess

chloe that's right

kyra nah y'all are absolutely delulu it's fairly obvious y/n should support ausenal we're superior 💪

wilybum you mean arsenal 🤨 ❤️🤍

kyra yeah that of course 😁 ❤️🤍

the REAL karate kid ❤️🤍

meado ❤️🤍

tom holland's twin ❤️🤍

mccard ❤️🤍

ford ❤️🤍

stephy ❤️🤍

stairway NAH WHAT THE FLIIP WE HAVE MOST OF THE ARSENAL TEAM HERE THIS IS UNFAIR

neev YEAH UNFAIR FR

cha cha i was gonna suggest spurs ....

willybum OH HELL NAH

the REAL karate kid NO

elton ABSOLUTY NOT

cha cha okay okay geez

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i think i should remain unspoken about this topic before things get more out of hand ....

neev NAH this is an important life decision y/n

rusty metal wait y/n barca will welcome you with open arms

willybum THEY AREN'T A WSL TEAM LUCY

rusty metal i thought it was just clubs in general 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ barca is lookin very convicing ngl and i most def support ausenal (and lotte) 🇦🇺✊

mccard technically i'm an honorary aussie so do i count in ausenal 👀

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ of course

neev i thought we had a connection y/n 😔

willybum why not lionessenal 😔

meado that is a terrible name

the REAL karate kid fr

willybum sue me for tryin why don't you think of something better then

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahh doesn't hit the same as ausenal

willybum i liked it better when you didnt know who we were and supported me 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ that isn't very cash money of you willybum

ona you should come to barcelona y/n!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ anything for you ona 🙏

stairway nahhh come support bayern in germany 💪

kie barca is superior actually

rusty metal that's right!

willybum they're overrated

kie you did not

ona added la reina

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ MOTHER ALEXIA EKBHFlkuweqBFQLUEB NO WAY OMG IVE PASSED AWAY

neev HELP the alexia putellas being added to this gc was NOT on my bingo card this year 😭

ona alexia, leah williamson just said barca is overrated

willybum deleted a chat

willybum i don't know what she's talking about alexia you're amazing

la reina thank you? your nickname is ... creative

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ alexia will you adopt me?

la reina what?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ what? erm you are insanely peng oml

ona i thought i was peng 😔

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ YOU ARE

ona then you need another compliment for her

kyra alexia is very mother actually

cha cha she is fr

neev seconded

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but steph is mother for me 🙏 alexia is literally la reina, my queen 😩

stephy what in the world are you guys talking about 😭

rusty metal wait what am i then?

neev grandma duh

rusty metal i shouldn't have asked 😭

ona grandma lucy hahaha

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ ona i'm packing my bags rn coming to barca right away for you

ona i shall be waiting

willybum i can't believe we're being forgotten about 😔

kyra no one cares lord farquaad

willybum you pest 😒

willybum changed kyra's name to pest

pest wow

willybum suits you very well

pest that's not gonna stop me from pestering you, willybum you do realise that

willybum steph control your child

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ but i never did anything 😔

willybum NOT YOU ALSO SINCE WHEN HUH? 😭

stephy do you have a problem with my children, williamson?

willybum erm no

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ mother, kyra is hogging your favourite son from your favourite daughter

stephy kyra give calvin back to y/n

pest wow i'm the neglected middle child i guess 😒

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ L

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not me finally posting another crappy chapter 🤭

next part here

[cityofmeliora]

Terzo + children 🥰

Terzo loves and cares about kids so much, and that is one of my favorite things about him.

this is one of my favorite Terzo clips ever. it is SO sweet:

[seeing a baby dressed as Papa Emeritus] PAPA EMERITUS III: Oh hi, little one! Hello! Awww… Now this little guy here… Hey! [UNINTELLIGIBLE] Hey. So pleased to see you. Give it up for the next generation! Fantastic. Good parenting! Unholy / Unplugged - Los Angeles, California, USA (August 20, 2015)

Terzo is always so happy and excited to see kids at his shows.

[sees a child sitting on someone's shoulders in the audience] PAPA EMERITUS III: Hello, little guy! Hello! So happy to see you in here. Leeds Festival - Leeds, England (August 30, 2015)

[sees a small child in the audience] PAPA EMERITUS III: Little one! Big applause for the little toddler! Lawrence, Kansas, USA (October 5, 2015)

and Terzo cares so so much for their well-being and safety.

PAPA EMERITUS III: Oh, by the way, it is very important– you see, there are kids in the crowd, so you have to take it easy a little bit on the moshing. Little girls here, too! They can get squashed! Birmingham, Alabama, USA (May 2, 2016)

PAPA EMERITUS III: Just one thing, though, before we continue: I see a lot of small kids here. So please, please take it easy with the kids. Very important. We need to take care of the children. We're here to have fun, but please. Are you with us? PAPA EMERITUS III: Is everybody OK? You kids in the front, are you OK? Everybody happy? I'm saying this once more: it's very, very, very, very fucking utterly important that you are taking good care of the children here in the front. It's all filled with children here in the front, so every big person that comes over this way, it's a very big and lethal risk for them, do you understand? So all you big boys, think a little, would you please? PAPA EMERITUS III: And please, before I get a little bit too repetitive, can you please take fucking care of the children? Yes. I know you're smart, so please show it. Lunatic Luau - Virginia Beach, Virginia, USA (May 6, 2016)

i love the bit he does where he checks if there are kids in the audience and then apologizes for swearing (and then he keeps swearing anyway). he wants to be good for the children, but he really doesn't believe in censorship, haha.

PAPA EMERITUS III: I see a little girl. Hello! Hello. How do you do? Are you having a good time? Is it a good show? Are we playing well for you? Well, thank you so much. You know what? We have a tendency to write songs that sort of deals with how you get little kids like that. Sort of the uh, beginning phase. If there is that many kids here tonight, I don't know, but you have to bear with me. Hello! You're also a kid? OK. Well, I'll cut down on the "cunt"s and "fuck"s and "shit"s. But I have a tendency to be foul-mouthed. Sorry about that. I hope you can bear with me. San Francisco, CA, USA (October 23, 2015)

and there is of course the adorable video of Terzo bringing TF's kids on stage.

PAPA EMERITUS III: You came to here to be scared, right? Are you here to get scared? I've got two little scary ones that want to come out and scare all of y'all. Big round of applause for our little scary ghouls here tonight. Don't they look very scary to you? The Clergy taught them well. Thank you, little ones. Lovely. Give a big round of applause for the new generation of ghouls, who scare all of y'all. Let me lead you into the night… Getaway Rock Festival - Gävle, Sweden (August 8, 2015)

Terzo is such a dad... and he *did* say he has a child. i do think it was just TF slipping up / being unable to stop himself from yapping, but Terzo said it and he didn't take it back, so i'm counting it as canon <3

PAPA EMERITUS III: I guess you all know about the birds and the bees and how it's done, right? We don't have to educate you in that. [looks at parent and child in the audience] I know, I know. She will get there too, I promise. That's the thing, you know... I have a little one too... [puts hand over heart] My god! Geneva, Switzerland (November 19, 2015)

(there are more clips and pictures and stuff, but in the interest of keeping this post a moderate length, this is all im including.)

[licorice-and-rum]

Babel and "shallow characters"...

I'll be completely honest with y'all, whoever criticizes Babel because its characters are not deep enough? Bonkers. Completely mad.

How the f* are you telling me that you don't see Robin's complicated struggle between safety and morality? And the fact that he wants so bad to fit in but can only feel included when he's with people who understand? And how shy he can be? How adorably (and not so adorably) inattentive? The fact that he loves Scones and his friends and that even in the face of the greatest betrayal, there was still a part of him that wanted to comfort his betrayer because she had been important to him? How do you not see how lost he feels?

You're telling me you don't see Ramy's upbeat energy, how he's always loyal to his ideals, how important his faith and the identity that comes with it are to him, how courageous he can be for straight up mocking racist people, how he loves his family above most things, how important it is for him to preserve the identity no one but Robin and Victoire is really interested in knowing?

You're telling me you don't see Victoire's longing for someone who understood, or her solitude even among her friends, her determination in the fight contrasting amazingly with her patience and steady resolution, her resilience when it comes to life, her hopes and dreams of living thoroughly in a world that doesn't want her to live...

How the f* did you lose that? I'm almost crying just thinking about it.

It's kinda terrible to think some people might feel that because they don't know how to relate to POC's struggles, like... how can you not, you know? How can you not?

[jellojellyfish20]

the lady and the doll

Chapter 1,part 2

"let me go!" You yelled smacking dicks hand. "{Name} please calm down" he said pulling his hand away putting them up in surrender. "No I will not calm down you can't just grab me without my permission!" You scream. "My darling its ok, calm yourself before your face goes red." Isha said to you. "But" you said to her. "Him grabbing you was wrong yes, but your health is important, I don't want you popping a vein." Isha said, you moved her gently putting your hands under her arms. "I understand." You said looking apologetic at her before glaring at dick. "I want you all out of my house now!" You said making your voice stream and loud. "I do not care if you feel guilty for how you treated me that doesn't mean you can come crashing into my life again." You lectured pushing dick out your study first, Jason and Damien following you and you pushed at Richards back with one hand,while holding Isha in your other. "I will not go back to the manor you can not make me." You say as you gave a final push at Richards back. "You do not have a choice." Damien said, while Jason walked into your living room and sat on your couch. "What do you mean I do have a choice I'm not a child anymore I'm a grown women. " You said narrowing your eyes at him. "So I can do what I want." You huffed. "Then why do you still carry isha around if your so grown" Jason said making air quotes, " why do you listen to what a doll tells you." He finished leaning back on your couch. You were quiet for a moment and looked at isha in your arms. "Because she was there for me, my mom made her for me before she passed so it's my right to keep her, to listen. She was more of a parent and constant in my life then y'all." You said walking to your kitchen.

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Suddenly their was a knock on your door. You huffed before gesturing to Richard. "Go ahead y'all are already here what one more person." Richard sighed before heading to your front door opening it and letting Bruce in. "Grand now your all in my home." You said pinching the bridge of your nose. Bruce looked at you then at isha, before frowning. "{Name} it's not healthy to be so attached to a toy at your age now." He commented. You rolled your eyes. "Who the hell you calling a toy. I'm a parent more then your sorry ass." Isha snapped. Bruce's eyes widened, "Your alive?" He asked shocked. "Damn right and I'm not going to let you come in here and insult My child in her own. I won't let you insult me either." Isha scolded. Bruce stood there frozen for a moment. "What I wanna know is how you found us. I have no social media other the the toy promotion account. Which I go be a fake name. I left nothing the would say where I would be so how did you find me." You asked looking at them suspiciously.

(to be continued....)

[certifiedsexed]

i came to realize i am a stone top and told my trans gf 3 years into our relationship. she is uncomfortable with the entire idea, feeling like she is losing a sacred part of me and it shot down her confidence. Any advice/ideas for stone tops with partners who still want to touch them?

Okay! So, this is definitely more of a therapy for both of you, couples therapy maybe situation, if I'm being honest but I do have a couple tips.

First, if you don't know what your boundaries are regarding touch and penetration, I'd figure them out so that you can be clear about that and your girlfriend can know to stay within those boundaries if you have sex.

Secondly, I'd recommend talking to your girlfriend about how you feel about how she feels like she's "losing a part of you". You just shared an additional part of yourself with her, I imagine that reaction might feel hurtful, so talk with her about it and make sure you're on the same page.

Maybe talk about what type of sex you do want to have! See if any of that overlaps with things she likes-Maybe look into different types of sex beforehand if you don't have any ideas, see what's interesting to you. Make sure your girlfriend understands how you feel about her and that she's not losing you just because you want to have sex differently.

Also don't let this make you feel like you being stone is a bad thing. Knowing where your boundaries lie and having an identity to communicate that is beautiful.

And while your girlfriend can initially feel however she wants, sexual boundaries are very important and if she doesn't see and/or respect that, that's a sign that you're not sexually compatible and might need to figure something else out.

Beyond that, I don't have a lot of tips but I hope y'all work it out, Anon! Congratulations on realizing you're stone, btw, that's dope. <3

[ishiniku]

Well dang, chapter 126 is... something, who could have guessed. sighs 

But I decided as my first post here to just give some opinion on this chapter, wanting to point some things I really got interested.

CHAPTER 126 SPOILERS + some thoughts on it as bonus

Well, thanks for the help unknown-cat, btw what do you mean "And I know what that feels like?" —It sounded so..."I've been through something similar, so I understand how she feels"...— I think we still have a lot to discover about what happened in this timeline.  

And wow, we found out how Sandclock works and it rules: 

You can't just say you're back from the future, and I believe you probably can't say anything related to the Sandclock, or perhaps nothing from the future too. Damn this thing is pulling the wool over your eyes Yashiro. 

You can come back as many time as you wish, but when you come back you only have one chance to change it, because you won't be able to come back again at that moment. You have a short time to change what you want, that is, until the last sand falls. 

Btw, hourglass is such a... Grrrrrr please Aidairo give me a human materialized form of the it to me so I can draw it getting beat up. Nothing good comes out with using it, the hourglass always makes you WANT to change the past, and when you think you got what you wanted, something terrible happens. 

Well it's like it says Nene,

"Again and again.''

Baby Tsukasa jumpscare for y'all...  gurl got possessed, i did know the moment he popped in my screen that Yashiro was doomed.

THIS IS SO SAD MAN. One of their mothers called in their phone...Who would be? I hope it's Kou's mother hah... And it could this be important? I don't know, I think it's more to emphasize that they are human, they have family, they have their own life, they have people caring about them...How nice...They died btw!! 😋 

Imagine your best friend dedicating her last moments trying to help you get out of your trance and giving you a warm, caring, tight hug as a goodbye? Wow Aoinene angst is so tasty!! Aida&iro why you two so good at creating doomed narratives?????

Nene smile at least now your body count is 5!! Please get the joke. (Not that I think you killed 5 people this easily with this little knife, not that I doubt the capabilities of possession, but like... Two normal people, one clockeepers and two exorcists? hardcore, I know octopusamane helped you.) 

..Entity... Good job at being disgusting, this is something this thing doesn't fail at all. (btw where is the trigger warning in this chapter Aida...)/srs

She came back to 103rd anniversary of Kamome Gakuen? She said she panicked, I believe this has led her to a completely random time, or maybe there is something important on this date...

YEAH HELP HER DAMN IT, ITS YOUR FAULT. It's shocking the world, it's heartbreaking, Akane is still alive. 

sorry, I promise I love him, I just have a slight hate-love relationship w/ all the characters of TBHK, frantic coughing  

Now why is Akane here? He is clearly very calm in the situation, "I finally found you" He knew this would happen, I imagine the other Akanes who died are from the their own timelines, but this one... Where is him from? "Our" timeline (can we pretty please call Hanako timeline as "Our") or the original timeline?! Don't know HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. But he was clearly saw the changes Yashiro tried to do, since he was looking for her, but probably when he was finally close to finding her, she used the hourglass. 

This chapter and the next ones to follow literally will give a BIG change/grow in Nene character and probably her relationships too, think about how traumatizing this experience was guys...I'm literally not complaining, just sad.

Plus, they are giving a lot of weight to the entity of the redhouse, the root of the problem; Of course, Tsukasa w/ entity was somehow violent, but this?!?? Guys?... This just proves the fact that Tsukasa somehow stabilized him by idk merging his soul with the monster??? How? Why? How many control does Tsukasa or the Entity has, its 50% or perhaps Tsukasa has more control? We still have many things to be answered. (Honestly I like the theory that Tsukasa merged with the Pit God by eating it, I just don't know how to explain how this would work.) 

One of the bloodiest chapters so far,I wonder if ever we're getting some chapter w/ more gore than this. And honestly Aida&Iro exceeded my expectations. 1000000000000/10. my reaction to the chapter is this image below.

[whateverisbeautiful]

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

(every Richonne kiss ranked)

#5: The 'Come On' Kiss (1.03)

✨Top 5!✨ Let me tell you, this kiss is yearning personified and I'm so glad a golden Richonne scene like this exists. This is a top-tier kiss even without context, but the context then makes it even more special. And I figured it'd be fitting to call this the 'Come On' kiss because even before Michonne seductively beckons Rick to come with her, this kiss was her communicating "come on." And y'all, Rick was kissing her like he was expressing "I very much want to." 😋 ...

During this episode, Rick and Michonne had a substantial wedge between them with their different approaches to breaking away from the CRM. Rick was convinced only Michonne could leave and Michonne was determined to not leave without him. Michonne was so understandably hurt by Rick's getaway plan and she didn't say a word to him when they talked privately after she chose not to leave. They didn't talk in Pearl's presence either, and it was hard seeing Richonne's relationship have some strain. So when they have this barely-private moment behind a boneless tree, it was going to be very interesting how they interacted. And of course, they interact in a way that further proves their magnets. 🧲

Even in the midst of conflict, being that close to each other means they're pretty much bound to lean in and kiss. But not just any kiss - no they bring all the passion in the world to this kiss. I love how all they have to do is look into each other's eyes and know they both want to connect in this way. The way Rick just completely leans into the kiss and the way they then ground themselves so that they can rev up the passion during part two of the kiss.

That moment when Michonne grabs his hair and Rick looks like he's damn near about to get on top of her right then and there - I love how the Richonne bubble is so strong that they really can get immersed in a moment like this no matter the circumstances or who may be around. This scene might also be supporting evidence of the theory that a healthy dose of stressing your man out seems to draw them in even more. Because as stressed as "Dana" was making Rick during this time, he still couldn't keep himself from leaning into Michonne's irresistible allure.

And it's meaningful for them to have this kiss that's bursting with passion and love amid all their conflict because it communicates clearly that they don't want to be mad at each other or divided - what they want most of all is each other. And then of course the moment after is great with Michonne perfectly delivering that persuasive "Come on" and Rick truly having a hypnotic reaction to his wife. I love that their signature forehead touch makes an appearance after this kiss too.

While it's sad that they still aren't entirely on the same page during this scene, I find this kiss to be quite an important moment of communication. Shortly after this, Rick is about to try and "break up" with Michonne out of fear, so I think having this kiss just moments before - where Rick was for a brief moment being his authentic self - helped Michonne know that the real Rick is still in there and still wants to be with her even if his words are trying to suggest otherwise. The way Rick and Michonne both kissed each other all out in the open by these trees left zero question that the two are still utterly and unabashedly in love. ♥️

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I'll Be Yours In A Landslide | s7 interlude

pairing: aaron hotchner x childhood bsf!reader

summary: Hotch and his childhood best friend working together at the BAU: a slow burn across the seasons.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), p in v, angst

a/n: IMPORTANT UPDATE: Sorry for the wait guys, I've been super busy with graduating soon and other life updates, so I haven't had any time to write:( I really wanted to give some sort of a tie-up for this series at least for the time being, so I wrote a little interlude for y'all. I am hoping to come back at some point, but for now, I'm putting an indefinite hold on this series. I really appreciate all the comments and messages I've gotten from people, and I hope to talk to you all soon:) Title is from State Lines by Novo Amor

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"How could you?"

You push past him, shoving your way into his apartment the moment he opens the door. You were fuming your entire drive over, but now that he's standing in front of you, your mind is a battlefield of warring emotions: I hate you, I love you, I missed you.

"You knew the whole time that she was alive," you gasp, already feeling out of breath, "and you kept it from us. From me."

"I'm sorry." It seems to be the only thing he can say these days. He has said it so many times, he's lost count, but it doesn't make this better. He knows he hurt you, even if he didn't have a choice. "Please just sit down and we can talk."

"No," you shoot back, shaking him off as he tries to step closer. "I'm not gonna calm down right now. I've been keeping this in for months, Aaron. I was there for everyone and no one was there for me."

His brow screws together and you know you're hitting exactly the right spots to make him feel worse, but you can't help it.

"I wanted to tell you," he says, his voice almost frantic as you pace back and forth across his living room. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you all of it, but I couldn't."

"You should've tried harder," you yell, knowing how unfair that is even as you're saying it. His face falls and he turns his palms towards you, like he's about to surrender, but that isn't what you want. You want the fight. It's what you've been waiting for for months.

You open your mouth to yell at him again, but then his eyes find yours, and he looks at you in that way he used to...like it's the first time he's seeing you all over again, and suddenly you're walking toward him. His eyes widen as you crash into him, and before he can understand what's happening, your lips are on his.

It takes him way too long to realize what's happening, but his hands move faster than his brain. They latch onto your waist, tugging you closer, pressing your chest to his, as you gasp into his mouth. When his brain finally catches up, he swears he can see fireworks as you grasp onto him, your lips so soft over his. He's been drowning for months, years, wanting you, waiting for you, pushing you away, and now you're here and he can finally breathe.

"I'm sorry," he whispers against your lips, trying to emphasize how grateful he is to have you back, but you just bring your hands up between you and tear off his open button down before chucking it to the ground.

"Shut up," you mutter, a pang of hurt cutting through even as you try to sound angry. "Just kiss me."

He doesn't make you ask twice. His lips come back to yours as he walks you back towards the couch, your knees buckling when they hit the seat.

Aaron sinks down and pulls you on top of him as you grab at every part of him, your fingers tugging at his collar and your teeth brushing over his bottom lip. The kiss is harsh and he gasps as your nails drag over his skin, but he doesn't care. You're here.

He's falling, succumbing to the overwhelming desire rising up within him, but before he can let go, he pulls back momentarily. "You're sure? I don't want you to regre-"

"I want you," you whisper, the last word turning to a sob against your will. "I'm so mad at you, but I love you and I want you, so please don't stop."

His eyes squint with shame and for a moment you almost feel guilty for how harsh you are being, but then the desire returns and he pulls you down on top of him. Your hands come up to tangle in his hair, and the roughness of his beard feels unfamiliar, yet exciting. When his mouth moves down your jaw, the scratch of his beard against your skin ignites a fire within you.

You claw at his back, trying to pull his tee shirt over his head, and he reaches down, helping you wrest it off and onto the floor. The movement sends your hips back over his groin and he lets out a low groan as he tears your button-down open.

When your top falls to the floor as well, you both pause, finally realizing the gravity of what you're doing. Your eyes drag down his chest, over the thick scars lining his abdomen and collarbone, and soon your fingers are following along, tracing a path of fire over the roughest and most beautiful parts of him. 

You gasp as his fingers ghost over the scar on your waist, where your bullet wound used to be, and before the tears in your eyes can fall, your lips are back on his. 

There's more urgency in your movements this time as you try to relish the feeling of his mouth over your pulse, your hips rolling over him. 

"Bedroom," you whisper as heat spreads between your legs, emanating from the grip of his hands on your thighs. "Now."

He doesn't waste a second as he wraps his arms around your body and stands up, lifting you along with him as he makes his way down the hall. His lips don't leave yours even as he pushes the door open with his back, and he only breaks away to toss you onto the bed. You hit the covers with a gasp, and you see his pupils darken with lust as he climbs over you, his pants already tightening. 

You can hardly believe he's back in your life again, and even as anger and hurt cloud your vision, he's here in front of you, and you need him as close as humanly possible.

"I want you too," he says suddenly, his eyes finding yours in a moment of earnestness. "So much...for so long."

Your throat thickens with tears again, and you can't decide whether you want to blink them away or let them fall, but then he quickly tugs your jeans and panties off in one go and every thought leaves your brain. 

He looks animalistic as he peppers kisses up your legs, his mouth warm and wet as he stops just before your core for an extra second to rile you up.

"Aaron," you groan, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging him forward. You won't beg, not right now, but he gets the idea.

He practically grins at your desperation, drawing it out a bit longer by sucking bruises into your thighs, before he finally goes where you are willing him to. Your head falls back with a gasp as he plunges his tongue down, licking a trail up your slit that has you writhing beneath him.

He presses his hands into your thighs, spreading them apart as your hips jut off the bed. His tongue feels like heaven as he works you open along with his fingers, getting you close within a matter of minutes. 

"Aaron, please-" you gasp out, your words cutting off as he hooks his finger up, his movements precise in a way that both surprises and exhilarates you. You're not even sure what you're asking him for, you just need more of him. 

It's like he can hear your thoughts, because his fingers start moving faster, and when your grip on his hair tightens, he lets out a low hum that vibrates up your core.

You are barely aware of what your legs are doing, but when he grabs your ankle and lifts your leg over his shoulder, your head flies back and you're moaning his name so loudly, you're afraid the neighbors will come knocking.

"Yes," you gasp, your fingers pulling at his hair harder you mean to.

He laves over your clit, alternating between sucking and licking, until you come apart under his tongue, your mouth falling open with a loud cry. 

You taste incredible, and he's so hard that his jeans have become uncomfortably tight, but even as you cry out his name, it's not enough. He wants to see you come apart under him.

Gripping your hips, he yanks you down so that you're lying directly beneath his body, eliciting a soft moan from you. Your eyes are wide with bliss as you look up at him, your eyelashes fluttering softly, and he has to grip the sheets beside your head to keep his pants from tightening any further.

His knee presses down on the bed between your thighs as he lifts you up and deftly unclasps your bra, before gently dropping it to the floor. When he returns his gaze back to you, his breath stutters as he takes in the sight before him.

"Beautiful," he whispers, almost as an afterthought. "You're so beautiful." 

He has always known it, but something about seeing you in his bed, like this, feels unbelievable. Like he somehow did everything exactly right. Except you didn't, his brain reminds him. You did everything wrong, and still got this lucky.

Maybe it is luck. But whatever it is that brought him here, he isn't going to waste another second thinking about it.

You help him tug his pants off, and when he chucks his boxers off right after, his cock springs free, hard and ready without you even touching him. Your mouth floods with saliva as his knee presses forward between your legs, and you reach down to take him in your hands, but he pushes you back with a small shake of his head.

He wants to feel you more than anything else in the world right now, but he's already so riled up, he's afraid to let you touch him until he's inside of you. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a foil packet to cover himself, before he lowers himself down.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice gruff even to his own ears.

You nod, your legs spreading as he lines himself up, and his breath gets stuck in his throat when he slowly pushes in. Your mouth falls open as he fills you up, taking his time to push forward until he's fully seated inside of you.

He's big enough that you need a few moments to adjust, but once he starts moving, a string of moans falls from your lips. He leans forward to press a kiss to your jaw, then your lips, and when he pulls back, his pupils are so dark you can barely make out the color of his eyes.

"You're perfect," he whispers against your skin as he presses his mouth to your neck, his hips slowly rocking into you. "You're everything."

After growing accustomed to his size, the stretch feels amazing, and you try to respond, but your head just falls back onto the pillow as waves of pleasure roll over you. You remember your dream from while he was gone, the hazy sequence that had you waking up in a heated fervor, and you can't help but think about how much better he is in real life. How you waited for so many years, and even when it hurt like hell, it was all still worth it.

He starts to thrust faster, and you hike your knees up, trying to change the angle to get him even deeper inside of you. When he hits the right spot, you let out a high gasp and your walls involuntarily squeeze around him.

"Fuck," he mutters through gritted teeth as his rhythm falters slightly. "You can't do that." He dips down to press his lips to yours for a sharp kiss. "I'm already close."

"Me too," you cry, realizing it as it flies out of your mouth. "I'm so close."

Your words seem to flip a switch in his brain. You watch as his eyes darken and his rhythm picks back up, like he only has one goal and he won't stop until he gets it. 

You're starting to squeeze around him again, and he fists the comforter next to you as he thrusts faster, his other hand coming down between the two of you. It doesn't take him more than a few seconds to find your clit, and when his thumb flicks over it once, then twice, your breath stutters and your walls close around him so suddenly that he nearly finds his release as well.

You look magical as you fall apart below him, and he keeps moving inside of you, working you through it as he commits the image to memory. You let out a soft sigh as you come down from your high, but it only takes a few more thrusts for him to near the edge.

"Where do you want me?" he asks, his voice a low hum as you run your fingers through his hair, your nails scratching over his scalp.

You gasp quietly. "Come inside me. Please." 

He groans, picking up his pace again, and wraps his arms around you in an effort to bring you even closer. You press your lips to his as he releases, swallowing his gasps while he slowly comes down.

He pulls out slowly, taking care not to hurt you when you're sensitive, before heading into the bathroom. He returns after a minute with a small towel that he uses to carefully clean both of you up with. 

After tossing it away, he climbs back into the bed and tugs you close to him, your back pressing into his front like a pair of puzzle pieces. The day is starting to catch up with you, and you feel tiredness pull at your eyes as his chest rises and falls evenly behind you.

"I'm in love with you," he says suddenly, his voice hurried like he surprised even himself. "I'm sorry if it isn't the right time or if that isn't what you wanted from this, but-"

"Aaron," you cut him off, turning over so that you can reach up and thread your fingers through his hair. "I'm in love with you too. Of course I am."

He lets out a breath, and you can almost hear the relief in his sigh as he wraps an arm around you and tucks you into his side. Unsurprisingly, he's a furnace wrapped up beside you, but you can't bring yourself to move, especially with how much comfort his mere presence brings you.

You lay there for a while, taking this uninterrupted time to re-memorize his face as his breath evens out. You could never forget anything about him, but he's been gone for so long that you expect there are hundreds of new facets to him that you'll get to learn.

His eyes have been closed long enough that you assume he is asleep, but then his breath stutters and you look up at him as he squeezes you closer in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice sending reverberations through his chest. "I know you know I couldn't tell you everything, but I should have let you in more-"

"I don't want to talk about this right now." Your voice is strong, and he must hear the finality in your tone, because he immediately quiets down. "I know you're sorry...and we'll talk about this more in the morning. But right now, I just want to be here with you. I just got you back."

He's quiet for a moment, but you feel his chin dip down in a nod. "Morning then. Good night."

His arms tighten around you and you snuggle next to him, every part of you interweaving in an effort to get closer than you already are. 

That night, you have the best sleep you've had in years.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine Shanks turning into a cat

Benn: supposedly the ruins are guarded by some sort of shapeshifting enchanter.

Shanks: I heard that and asked the locals at the bars and the marketplace, and they said there hasn't been a sighting of the creature in a few hundred years. But they all told me that no one has gone up there in a long time because they avoid it.

You: then is it really a good idea to go there?

Shanks: meh, [waggles his hand side to side] We'll probably be fine.

You: ... count me out, I don't want to risk it.

Benn: you'll lose your cut of any treasure we find.

You: that's fine, I'll look after the ship with Hongo while y'all go into the creepy ruins. [watches them leave]

The next morning

You: [wakes up from someone pounding on your door]

Hongo: [yells on the other side of the door] Wake the fuck up! We have an emergency, we need all hands on deck.

You: [follows him up on deck to see the group that went to explore the ruins looking winded, tired, and dirtier than usual.] What on Earth is going on? What happened?

Benn: The villagers were right, we shouldn't have gone there to attempt to claim the treasure.

You: sounds about right

Benn: Although they were wrong about one thing, the sorcerer wasn't a shape-shifter himself. He changes other people's shapes.

You: oh gods, who got changed?

Benn: [pulls a large Somali cat out of his pack and holds him at arm's length.] Guess

You: ... is that... the boss?

Benn: [does that lipless awkward white-people smile and nods his head]

You: [takes the cat into your arms] Is he lucid?

Shanks: [thoroughly enjoying the scratches he's getting, and purring up a storm]

Benn: No idea, he's been like this for only two hours, most of which I spent running. But Yassop and Lucky Roux are in the village looking for anyone to help us, so we'll have more information soon.

Shanks: [meows loudly, and clings to your shoulder when you try to put him down]

Hongo: as a cat, he's a real mama's boy.

An hour later when Yassop and Lucky Roux return

Yassop: So we found the village historian lady, who had some information for us. She said that he is a cat for all intents and purposes. He can understand us, though, which should make it easier. She showed a scroll from three hundred years ago, detailing how a bandit robbed the ruins of its treasures. For which the sorcerer changed him into some animal, forget which one, but that's not the important part. The important part is that to undo the spell, we must take the treasure back to the ruins and put it back where we found it.

Shanks: [decides this is a great time to ask for food, and makes a chewing noise with this mouth to let you know.]

You: [rolls your eyes and puts him down] Not to interrupt, but Lucky, is there any canned chicken in the kitchen?

Lucky Roux: yeah

You: Alright, follow me, captain. [goes into the kitchen and starts prepping his food]

Shanks: [meowing at you and standing up with his front paws on the cabinet door]

You: [meowing back condescendingly] You know what? I hope that old lady was right, and you still understand me, just so you know I'm mocking you.

Shanks: [bites your foot]

You: OW, fuck you [puts the plate of food on the floor and goes back out on deck] soon as that little shit is done eating, take him and the treasure straight back before he has another chance to bite me.

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Toxic!Kageyama headcanons - controlling

common, we all know how lil bro is at court, y'all can NOT tell me he wont be controlling, i definitely headcanon him like this.

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╭⋅“Constant Micromanagement”: Kageyama would DEF. try to control every aspect of your life. From your schedule to your clothes, to your friends and hobbies. He would tell how to dress, and who to spend time with in order to make him happy and less insecure!  ╭⋅ Excessive Jealousy: Any interaction you had with other people, especially men, would be seen as a threat. He would interrogate you about your conversations, check your phone, and forbid you from going out with your friends without him huh. ╭⋅ Demands for Perfection: Just like on the court, Kageyama would expect nothing less than perfection from you in all aspects of your life.Oh and poor you if you didn't meet his expectations, he would make you feel guilty and blame you for your mistakes. ╭⋅ Isolation: He would try so hard to distance you from your family and friends, arguing that they don't understand you or that they are a bad influence. He would make you feel like he is the only person you can trust. ╭⋅ Use of Guilt: He would make you feel guilty for anything you did wrong or for not meeting his expectations. He would make you believe that you are the reason for his problems. ╭⋅ Subtle Threats: He would give you the impression that if you don't do what he wants, you will lose his love.

The sun was pouring in through the window, illuminating the room where Y/N and Kageyama shared a small apartment. Kageyama was sitting on the bed, flipping through a volleyball playbook, while Y/N was getting ready to go out to meet her friends. 

"Kageyama, can I go out with the girls today? We have plans to go to the mall." 

Kageyama looked up from his book, his expression impassive. "And what exactly are you planning to do? Go shopping? Try on clothes? I don't think it's necessary for you to spend money on things you don't need."

 Y/N sighed. "Kageyama, I just want to spend some time with my friends. I'm not going to do anything bad." 

"I'm sure you're not. But you never know what kind of people you might run into out there. Besides, you should be studying for your exams." 

Y/N felt cornered. She knew that arguing with Kageyama was useless. He always had a reason to justify his control. "But I already studied enough yesterday…"

 "A little more won't hurt. And besides, wouldn't you rather spend time with me? We could watch a movie or do something together." he added, Y/N nodded, although she wasn't convinced. She knew that if she refused, Kageyama would get angry and make her feel guilty. 

Later, while Y/N was tidying her room, she found her phone vibrating under the bed. It was a message from one of her friends. Her heart raced as she unlocked it and read the message. It was an invitation to go out that night. 

Without thinking twice, she deleted it. Kageyama entered the room just then. "What were you doing?" Y/N jumped. "Nothing important."

Kageyama walked over to her and took her phone. He examined it carefully, looking for any evidence that she was planning something behind his back.

 "You have nothing to hide, right?" Y/N shook her head, feeling a wave of sadness and frustration. This was just one example of how Kageyama exerted his control over Y/N. Day after day, she felt smaller and less important.

// i was sort of inactive but im back lol, remember rquests open, i wirte normal and dark fanfiction.