#you know the kind of thing that is confident and kinda snarky

[spydoclovr69420]

Notable addition that this was also right after Spyfall and we know what happens when Gallifrey gets fucked. The Doctor takes their companion(s) to Earth when it gets fucked. Not on purpose this time but if I had a nickel....

rare sighting of Nine and/or Twelve in Thirteen's body

[nickssidewitch]

🌬️*~Meet The Sturniolo Triplets’s Spirit Guides~*✨

Here is the long-awaited post where I introduce the fandom to the spirit guides of the triplets!! These guides protect them in their individual paths, sometimes intervening as a collective. I will not be sharing some of them because some are personal family members of this lifetime that have passed on, and some just don’t want to or like to be known! It’s per their requests! But, they’re not any less significant in their triplet’s life paths!

🪁 Nick’s Spirit Guides:

The Tall Androgynous Figure: If you’ve seen the movie Soul, this spirit kinda remind me of the first Jerry. They’re the leader of the group, and surprisingly either soft-spoken or just does not speak all of the time. They communicate to me the most using gestures. They act as a humbling tool for Nick, and allow him to stay grounded. There are some things they like to keep censored from the physical world about Nick, so they’re there to help keep Nick’s secrets safe and secure. They usually give me the big 🤫 whenever I channel sometimes 😭🤍 which is fair!

The Little Girl: Oh my gosh, you guys don’t understand how absolutely adorable this one is! Ugh, she’s just a doll! She’s so shy, but whenever she does speak, it’s something so emotionally profound. She communicates to me by tugging on my shirt (not my actual shirt, it’s a mental one 😭) for my attention, or she’ll draw something for someone if she likes them! She is there to help Nick heal his inner child because he still needs that reminder time and time again. He’s been through some shit, not necessarily in the physical world, but more-so mentally and spiritually, and the little girl is there to remind him to go through a safe and healthy healing process.

The Short and Loud One: He is so loud and forthright with his opinions (which is where I can see Nick gets that from 😭). He’s not a leader at all, but the way this one can SCREAM, you would think he is one. He’s kind of like Anger from Inside Out, or Terry from the Pixar movie Soul. He helps Nick to stay opinionated and open about his thoughts because I feel like Nick was scared to be open as a child. He came around Nick’s younger years to give him that strength to be loud and forthright.

The Literal Legend (reference to an Ayesha Erotica song; she’s the one who wanted me to call her that 😭🤍): She is exactly what she says she is. She always has a lipgloss or lipstick in her hand and gorgeous lips, and walks around like the world is hers (and Nick’s). She gives Nick his confidence and unapologetic bad bitch energy! She’s the one who sits down with him to watch Rupaul’s Drag Race when he has no one else to watch it with, just do he doesn’t feel alone and so he can feel the same energy those queens give 😭😭🤍

🐬 Matt’s Spirit Guides:

The Old British Man: I would say he’s one of the leaders in his group of spirit guides. He’s snarky, blunt, and can be a bit mean, but he means well in Matt’s case. He knows what Matt wants and how Matt can get there. But, sometimes he doesn’t intervene because he wants Matt to make mistakes in order to grow. He’s more of a disciplinarian type of man, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love Matt. No, this man adores Matthew, and will do anything in his power to ensure that Matt takes the proper steps to enlightenment and evolution.

The Warm, Humble Lady: She’s such a kind, warm, and beautiful lady. I see her with long blonde hair and arms always extended for a hug. 🫂 I see her adorned with beautiful flowers and there are some dogs and cats surrounding her space. She gives me woodland fairy vibes! 🧚🏾‍♀️ She has some ability to humble Matt and remind him of his roots. She acts as sort of a personification of nostalgia and everything about home. He’s probably seen her in his dreams and visions, but doesn’t really remember her. She’s telling me that’s intentional 😭🤍

The Military Man: He comes and goes, but he might be a relative of his from a long time ago or from a past life. He loves Matt’s energy and has stuck by his side since he was around 8 or 10. He’s Matt’s protector in a way, and he’s able to bring Matt a sort of strength that he might need to get through certain situations. I feel like around those ages I mentioned, that’s when Matt needed strength because he was experiencing something terrible, and that’s when Mr. Military Man stepped in. He’s not authoritarian at all like the Old British Man; he’s actually quite chill and always has a smile on his face unless he’s concerned about Matt’s wellbeing. (The Military Man is so handsome with a great smile btw— oop I didn’t say that 🧍🏾‍♀️)

The Older Grandmother: She is a grandmother maternal figure for him who is also a sense of nostalgia and peace for him. She makes him feel warm and comfortable, like a warm quilted blanket by a fireplace. She just exudes grandmother energy, and I have a feeling she knew him in a past life as well.

🐯 Chris’s Spirit Guides:

The Runaway Slave: This spirit guide was very surprising to me because I’ve never channeled a white man to have a spiritual guide that’s black or was black in a past life? But that’s what she is, and her story is quite a sad yet beautiful one. She was a house slave that ran away from her plantation successfully and lived up until the Jim Crow era and then died when she was caught in one of the Northern U.S. states. She reminds Chris of strength and resilience. She is a figure of responsibility and respect, and Chris needs that a lot of the time to stay humble.

The Circus Entertainer: This spirit guide was either an acrobat or weightlifter back when circuses were all the rage! He makes Chris as happy-go-lucky as he is 😭 He never fails to give Chris a reason to laugh or smile. I think this entertainer has been through a lot and knows what it’s like to be overworked and not be able to smile. That’s why he’s there to help Chris get a break and have a laugh every once in a while. That’s why Chris sometimes laughs or smiles very randomly 😭🤍

The Tallyman Accountant: He’s a doozy 😭 He does not speak at all. He just takes notes of everything and tallies everything that happens. He helps Chris remember things because he knows Chris’s forgetful self needs that sometimes. That’s all I can say about him!

The Bubblegum Girl: She is fierce, bold, and vivacious! Her hair is in pigtails and she loves vibrant colors like electric blues or bubblegum pinks! She seems like such a skater-girl rebellious-type. She’s short and spontaneous and loves to have fun and cause havoc. Maybe that’s where Chris gets it from 😭😭🤍. She’s there to allow him to have fun, and is also sometimes his wingwoman when it comes to his social life. I love her energy so much 😭🩷.

They have other guides as well, but those are the major ones I can channel at the moment!! 🥰🤍🤍✨

You guys can say hi to them if you want! They would love that!! 🥰🤗

[enchantedescapist]

Theodore Nott Headcannons/Background

IT'S KINDA MESSY WRITTEN BUT I LIKE IT SO GIVE IT A CHANCE :)

Theodore Nott was born on October 26th (scorpio) at Florence,Italy and he was raised at the city of Salisbury in Southern England .He is quiet, exceptionally intelligent, and a pretty handsome boy; he doesn't have a superiority complex like others in his friendgroup, but he is very confident and charming carrying also a pride for his house (Slytherin). He has his friends ( Mattheo Riddle,Draco Malfoy,Blaise Zabini,Enzo Berkshire) - but he is a quiet loner an introvert but without that making him antisocial..in fact he is very good with words and fast come backs.He’s very much an observer of the world around him, judging everyone and making wry, snarky, generally sarcastic comments about them in his head and sometimes not only in his head.Theodere might seem the most cold and distant in the friendgroup but he is in his core a kind person ,with humour always making his closest people laugh and generous you just need to know him first and make him feel comfortable otherwise he is very mysterious and private with his life.

Despite being labeled as a "fuckboy" in his friend group and the whole Hogwarts do be in fact ,due to his flirting tendencies,his attractive appearance and his charming words, Theodore craves genuine love and connection. He enjoys attention, especially from girls, but deep down, he desires a meaningful relationship.

Theodore’s mother Rosalina died when he was a young child. She had a rare illness that gradually caused her to lose the ability to use magic - weakening her and pretty much turning her into a Squib, although Theodore didn’t see it that way, but his father did: Tiberius Nott refused to visit his wife in the hospital and basically pretended that she didn’t exist (although he did pay for a private suite in St. Mungo’s.) Theodore, although perhaps six or seven, visited his mother alone, learning how to take the Floo Network to St. Mungo’s to visit and often staying there.

He was present when Rosalina Nott died, providing him with the ability to see thestrals. It also gave him the determination to become a Healer when he graduated from Hogwarts.: it’s his overriding ambition, and he’s utterly driven to succeed. He was particularly good at Potions, and eventually became Potions Master for St. Mungo’s.Its important to mention that Theodore was a good student but he wasnt studying for hours like others ,he was simply doing the bare minimum and that was enough for him.

Theodore’s also a skilled Occlumens - and self-taught, since it’s a skill he found both interesting and useful. (As other skills go, his best subject is Potions; he often finds himself second in the class behind Hermione - third behind Harry in sixth year - something he resents Hermione for. He’s rather baffled by Harry’s sudden sixth-year success but ascribes it to Slughorn’s favoritism.) 5. Is known to everyone that Theodore loves quidditch, he is probably the best beater in the slytherin team.He is very passionate about it and its also a way for him to let his anger out and feel more free ( just go to therapy you have alot of job to do darling) 6.Theodore Nott is also a pragmatic realist but he doesnt believe in blood purity ideology,he is nowhere near as gung-ho as Draco. In fact, he hopes to wait until the war is over and thinks of joining the DEs as something that he’s obligated to do rather than what he genuinely wants to do. (The masks, the grandiose speeches, the pretense of anonymity when he knows practically everyone in the Dark Lord’s inner circle - it’s all utterly ridiculous to him.) 7. He spent the most Christmas alone if he is not invited to the Malfoy manor (which is very grateful for Narcissa and Lucius wanting him), his father is in Azkaban for the Department of Mysteries attack and…many other things but its whatever for him they were not getting along ever ( childhood trauma), and Theodore has no surviving relatives, family members and he doesnt prefer to stay at Hogwarts to face the pity of someone like Albus Dumbledore.Theodore's childhood was marked by loneliness, especially during the holidays alone in an empty house, his only gifts from the family house-elves who rummaged through the attic in an attempt to cheer him up - his Christmas holiday was generally cold, lonely, and sad. 8. Theo was also having a difficulty producing his patronus ( a Husky ) but there was always a memory which made him succeed and find peace the same time …(In the sitting room of the Nott Manor, the young Theodore sits beside his mother, Rosalina, at the grand piano. The room is filled with the soft glow of candlelight. Rosalina's fingers gracefully glide over the keys, coaxing out a melody that fills the air with warmth.As Theodore watches his mother play, a small smile graces his lips, and his eyes light up with admiration. He listens intently, completely enraptured by the music flowing from her fingertips.

With a gentle nudge from Rosalina, Theodore tentatively places his own small hands on the keys, mirroring her movements as they play together. Despite his initial hesitation, he soon finds his rhythm, the music becoming a harmonious duet between them.In that moment, young Theodore feels a sense of peace and contentment wash over him). It's a memory he'll carry with him always, a precious reminder of the bond they share and the joy found in the simple pleasure. Still that day, you can find Theodore playing piano when he feels valunerable or misses his mother a lot, he also doesnt say he can play piano but merlin knows why.

**REPOST AND LIKE IF YOU WANT PART 2! I was so happy while writting it haha.

[destielfanfic]

from the inbox, #14

It's been some time since I answered some asks from our inbox. Here's some quick answer with links to our Tags Page.

I was wondering if y'all have any time loop recs. Just wondering if there's anything out there in that vein

The first fic that comes to mind is Second Verse, Same as the First by oatmeal_queen. This is a classic Groundhog day fic. We also have #meddling!gabriel tag and some in some fics Gabriel traps Dean and Cas in some other reality. It's not exactly a time loop, but they do realize that something is not right.

The Best Years of Our Lives, My Ass by ireallyhatecornnuts 

Destiel, Actually by bloodism

Trope Springs Eternal by violethaze 

Do you know any fics where cas is a baseball player?

We sure do! Check out our athlete!cas tag and A Fine Line by cloudyjenn!

Hi, is there any recomendations for super hero Dean? (Guess who watches the other kripke show

Check our #superheroes tag! And a quick tag search on AO3 brought up this fic:

one little Soldier Boy, left all alone by Castielslostwings [NC-17, 57,000 word count]

Known to the world as the all-American superhero called "Soldier Boy", Dean was raised by Vought International to be exactly that and nothing more. His life is all fame, fortune, and fucking. Objectively awesome, right up until the moment when he's accosted in an elevator by someone claiming to be his brother, a man who insists that Dean's entire life has been built on a lie, and what happens next changes everything. As if unraveling his true identity while on the run from his former employers—and the closest thing he's ever had to family—isn't enough, Dean's brainwashed best friend (who he is definitely not in love with, thanks) is hot on his trails with marching orders to take him out for good. What's a devilishly handsome superhero with a dick the size of his forearm to do?

Hi, I'm fairly new to the Destielfanfic scene and I wanted help on how to find specific kidfics where Dadstiel and dad!Dean's children are Claire and Jack. Can you help me please 🥹

Welcome to destiel and dadstiel! Fics with Dean and Cas raising their kids, together or separately, are tagged with #kid!fic tag on our blog. Feel free to browse all 10 pages of destiel kidfics, and when you are done with them, check out a brand new fic collection on AO3, Dadstiel Minibang 2024.

Hi! I’ve been hunting for a fic where Cas has chaotic Misha energy. I’ve checked hipster!Cas and fuckup!Cas tags but haven’t found one yet. Any suggestions?

Those are good tags to look through, but maybe they don't really capture Misha's chaotic energy. But then gain, what does? Check out #2014!cas tag which has non- depressive AU fics where Castiel's characterization was inspired by the endverse Cas. There's also a #snarky!cas tag.

It's hard to capture Misha's chaotic energy through Castiel's character, and it will always be a YMMV kinda thing. Here's a short rec list of some fics that capture at least some of his character better known traits.

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets (Cas loves poetry)

Castiel Novak: Tomb Raider by emwebb17 (Cas is a daring explorer)

Fearson’s floating cigarette. by orange_crushed (Cas is kind)

Freebies and Oak Trees by violue (unconventional celebrity Cas)

Go Down With This Ship by PorcupineGirl (Cas is self confident)

Lovingly Crafted and Tenderly Packaged by janie_tangerine (Cas is kind and caring)

One White Lie by komodobits (Cas is bad at lying)

Try-Something Tuesday by almaasi (Cas surprises Dean)

The Wish Machine by justkeeponwriting (Cas is selfless)

Destiel fanworks on AO3 - 118,470 (October 12, 2024)

You can find previous From The Inbox posts here.

If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!

[cool-thymus]

Team Minato Week 2023: Day 7: Inappropriate Use Of Ninja Techniques / Babysitting

I'm offering you a tiny story that fits both prompts for Day 7 (kinda :D) The illustration is done by my dear @maireyart <3 (thank you again!) The editing and missed-commas-recovery by @professor-of-naruto (i appreciate it sm)

***

Tap-tap.

Obito raised his head from the book. He glanced at the window first. No, nothing there.

Tap-tap.

The scratchy noises were coming from the hall. “He taught them to knock, huh? Clever,” he thought, remembering the last time Kakashi’s ninken appeared in their apartment unannounced; the havoc, the awkwardness. Grinning, he carefully got up from his chair and tiptoed out of the room, making sure that his teammate was still fast asleep. The dogs made him uncomfortable. He always expected some snarky comments or criticism, even though he personally didn’t wrong them in any way. When he slid the bedroom door back behind him, three ninja dogs were standing in the dark hall with Pakkun, who had a scroll attached to his back.

“Is Boss inside?” asked Pakkun. “Oh. Hey… you guys!” Obito whispered with a smile trying to be friendly. “Could you be quiet? He’s sleeping and…”

“We have a message for him. Let us in, Bito!” said the little grey one with a smirk.

“It’s Obito, Shiba,” rumbled the biggest of the pack.

“I know that! But I bet Bito here can’t even remember our …” 

Obito didn’t let him finish. “Shhhhh! Guys, please, keep it down! He was released from the hospital, like, yesterday. He needs rest.” The dogs stopped bickering and lowered their heads. With a little more confidence Obito addressed Pakkun: 

“What’s the message?” The pug let him take the scroll while glancing at the bedroom door, worried. Obito briefly studied the insides of the scroll and then exhaled with relief “Oh, that. We booked this mission a while ago, for extra cash, y’know. It’s a piece of cake, I can go alone.”

To that the dogs rolled their eyes and made it look like Obito said something ridiculous.

“Oh, great, genius! Go alone!” growled Urushi, turning to leave.

“Yeah, thanks for ruining our day off, Bito!” joined Shiba. “Whose turn is it this time?”

“I say Bull should go. He’s never on Bito-sitting duty, that oversized softy!” replied Urushi as the three ninken headed outside.

“I don’t mind. Obito is nice.”

Obito had expected mockery, but their reaction confused him completely. “Huh? What are you guys saying?” But the ninken had all already left the hall except for Pakkun, who was standing behind Obito with his paw softly pressed against the bedroom door. He took a moment to think things over.

“Come on, kid,” he said in a reassuring tone. “Never have you ever gone on a solo mission alone; since your very first one. But you didn’t hear it from me.” He winked at Obito and followed his pack outside.

Dumbstruck, Obito was left alone with the open scroll in his hands. It didn’t take him long to puzzle things out. The realization hurt his pride at first (what kind of shinobi was he, if he’d never noticed the dogs tailing him!) But quickly the hurt was replaced by a very tender feeling growing in his chest and spreading warmth up to his cheeks. He cracked the bedroom door open and looked at the figure on the bed. Kakashi was sleeping peacefully wrapped in blankets with his nose tucked between the pillows. A couple of moments passed before Obito finally slid the door close, a warm smile never leaving his face.

@teamminatoweek

[everydayyoulovemeless]

…arcade nsfw alphabet please

Arcade NSFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.1k ➼ Warnings » Bondage, Semi-Public Sex, MDNI ➼ Genre » Romantic, NSFW

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Arcade likes to service others, so when you're both done, he'll help clean you off before wrapping you in his Follower's coat and sitting beside you. This is probably his favorite part of the entire thing. It makes him happy to know he has someone to confide in or to simply be beside. It's comforting, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands. He feels himself getting flustered anytime your fingers run along his shoulders or tangle themselves in his hair. When it comes to himself, though, he doesn't really have a favorite part. It's just whatever you seem to like most about him.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't care where either of you cum. Just talk to him beforehand, and he'll be down to do whatever. Just don't do it on his clothes. He can't think of many situations where that would be a problem, but just in case, he'd love it if you didn't do that.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wouldn't mind fucking in public at all. Now, it'd have to be in a considerably safe and non-irradiated area (the followers' camp), but besides that, he wouldn't mind.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

It's been a while since the last guy he's been with, so he knows what to expect but is a bit rusty when it comes down to it.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I see him being in the bottom/submissive positions for missionary and doggy style a lot. He's fine with whatever, but those are his two go-to's.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He likes to be snarky and tease you, saying something like, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" But he's one of the most easily flustered people when you get him in a position like this. It's not hard to keep him quiet.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His hair is short and a lot more gray in color. He keeps himself very well groomed as his physical health is something he deems to be important. Especially considering the fact he's a doctor.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Arcade only ever gets embarrassed when you plan something romantic for him. He'll still shoot quips your way, but it'll be with a slight stutter. It's not often something this nice happens to him, so he feels awkward whenever you plan something romantic for him.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jerk himself off that often. If he's particularly stressed, he might, but there are better, more sanitary ways to let off steam.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Semi-Public Sex, Bondage, Submission, Overstimulation, Anal (kinda self-explanatory, but I felt like I should add it).

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a bed.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You could help someone out and he'd be turned on. He finds it hot when he can see himself being with someone for the rest of his life, so when he sees you make a kind gesture solely of your own volition, he can't help but flirt with you a bit and see where you'd take it. You're dreadfully interesting to him and, as long as you're being authentic, he'll be a mess of a man.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dirty talk. Bro would rather kill himself than talk dirty to you. The quickest way he gets turned off is when he tries to say something hot. It just makes him cringe. Please don't ask him to do that.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. He likes being able to... help people out. And what better way to do that than this?

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers a more sensual pace. As smart as he is, he can't help but be a bit sappy at times, and he thinks these parts are just a lot more romantic. Although, you wouldn't have to try hard to convince him to try something more rough.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't really have an opinion. Not his favorite, but he wouldn't say no.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kinda? He's willing to try out a lot as long as there's no risk of permanent harm. Run it by him, talk it out. He's down for a lot more than some might think.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He likes being overstimulated, so as many as you think there should be. Tie him down and make him cum as many times as you want. He's fully at your disposal.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, he prefers the more natural way. Toys kinda freak him out, and he wouldn't ever trust a sex toy from Freeside. Or Vegas for that matter. Too many health risks that could occur.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. Arcade loves teasing. Just remember he's a sub. Tug his hair a bit and he'll lose all control.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's like the middle ground of loud. If you're doing it in public you'll have to put your hand over his mouth, but if you got a room it shouldn't be a problem.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If the two of you talked about it beforehand, he wouldn't mind trying aphrodisiacs with you.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's pretty average, like 5 inches.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average. He likes to build up to sex rather than do it every other night. And he's in his mid-30s.

Z -Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes lying beside you and just talking with you before he falls asleep. This kinda ties back to the aftercare headcannon. He just likes being around you in these moments.

[saynomorefic]

For Simon Month 2024 Day 17: Friendship (and also kinda Secrets)

Simon and Felice finally have *that* conversation.

Read on ao3 or below the cut

thank you as always @youngroyals-events <3

"Can I ask you a question?"

“Hmm?” Felice replied. Simon sat next to her, all curls and sunshine. He was really so beautiful, she realized, and it was hard to unsee now. She questioned how she hadn’t seen the light he exuded sooner. It made her happy that of all people, Wille had.

“What exactly happened between you and Wille?” At the words, she turned her head towards Simon and took off her sunglasses. 

“Has he not told you?” She asked incredulously. 

Simon was silent for a moment, pushing around the lake’s rocky sand with a stick. “We kind of decided not to talk about it. At first, it was my idea. But then I brought it up and he got sort of quiet, and it just felt like too much, at the time, for either of us.” 

Felice nodded, looking off in the distance at Wille and Sara’s figures. They were paddling through the water by the dock, completely illuminated by sunlight. The conversation was inevitable, but she could sense Simon’s nervousness radiating off of him. It made her chest fall to know that while she didn’t feel exactly guilty, their carelessness had hurt him. 

“We kissed in his room, and lay down for a bit. But nothing under the clothes. Thank god for Henry, really,” she said, and they both laughed. 

“Yeah, that would’ve made things a lot worse for everyone.” She studied Simon with care. He was still looking intently down at the ground, a small colony of shells and leaves surrounding lines in the sand around him. 

“Did he kiss you first?” Simon asked, his voice smaller.

She had asked herself the same question many times. It felt like a shared moment, messy ends that she and Wille had to tie up together. Had she taken advantage of his vulnerability? Had he used her prior feelings for him to feel better in the moment? It was hard to say. Either way, it was a kettle that boiled over, and it scalded everyone in its path. 

“I think it was both of us.” She said, and Simon’s face scrunched up slightly as he nodded. It hurt to see the pain on his delicate features. 

“That’s sort of what I thought,” Simon stated. A moment later, he asked, “was it the first time?” 

Felice was going to give Wille a stern talking to after this. She’d assumed that Simon would at least know about her feelings for Wille, and by extension that unfortunate day she kissed him at the family luncheon. Her heart hurt, suddenly, for Simon. She had to remind herself that they weren’t together at the time; either time, in fact. Felice had no clue about Simon and Wille the first time she kissed him, and the second time they kissed Simon was officially dating someone else  - and had made out with Wille himself while dating said other person. It certainly wasn’t the worst crime of everything that had happened in the last year. 

“No,” she leveled. Simon nodded, then shook his head. 

“He really pisses me off, sometimes.” But he smiled and looked at Felice, and she smiled back. 

“He’s lucky you’re stupidly in love with him. I don’t know how,” she teased, swatting him with her fan. “When I stopped liking him like that, I quickly realized I actually couldn’t stand him.”

“Hey!” Simon laughed, shoving her lightly back. “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about.” Her heart fluttered for him. The more she learned about Simon, the more she liked him. It came out in all the small things: his snarky comments, his quiet confidence in his voice, his back and forth with Sara. But it was also in the way he doted endlessly on his sister, and stood up for himself, and refused to take Wille’s shit (something she knew had been a work in progress after everything that had happened, but even so.) How he held his head high at Hillerska despite the bullshit, which she was still learning more about every day. 

“Simon?” She said, swinging her legs apart and sitting up to look him in the eye. 

“Yeah?” He finally dropped the stick and looked at her. 

“I really admire you, you know.” It could have been a trick of the light, or a freshly blooming sunburn, but Felice thought she saw a faint blush on Simon’s cheeks. “And I’m really sorry, for everything. I wish I could’ve been there more.”

“Don’t be,” Simon shook his head, looking back out over the lake. “You were there plenty, for Wille, anyway. That’s what he needed. What we needed.”

Felice nodded, accepting this answer. By now, Wille had found some kind of big stick and was chasing Sara with it in the water. 

“At what point do we stop this,” she chuckled. Simon shrugged, an amused smile on his face. 

“Not our job.” They laughed together. 

“I’m happy that we get this.” Felice said, and reached her hand towards him. Surprise played across Simon’s face, but he reached his hand out and clasped hers. “I want to get to know you, really know you, outside of Wille.” He smiled tentatively. 

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

[lovelacefc7723]

After watching the preview episode of the re-cap show, my first thought is actually a confirmation of something I believe for awhile now, and it's that in my opinion Tobin & Christen truly are in a different phase of their life now. They've changed, right in front of our eyes, they have built this whole other work reality that no longer NEEDS to be connected with the field, they are beyond. I'm not saying they're retiring tomorrow (even though I think they WILL do it very soon), I just feel they have found their dimension elsewhere. And it's deeply beautiful.

I noticed just how GOOD they are despite this being their first experience in this kind of projects. I remember Tobin's first videos for the company, about her art, and she didn't even look at the camera. Since becoming co-ceo, and maybe since stepping up after Pinoe's silent exit, she kinda found this new confidence. She joins events and promotional works by herself that before she would have attended only with Christen, or not attended at all.

Now she produces and hosts a show, and she's funny, charming, thoughtful, wonderfully loud when she laughs and freely honest when she speaks.

Even the choice of their first guest is pretty revealing. It actually tells how little we know about their lives and their relationships. That's why I usually talk about opinions and impressions, because that's all we have.

And exactly about my opinion about their new phase of their life, I think Ellis and Christen probably might have talked about things at some point. And not about her tactical choices but about her silence when Christen tried to expose Dames' toxic behaviour. It's not something you just ignore and sit together to joke, laugh and talk Football.

The interview was actually really brilliant and honest. I think Tobin took the lead because anyway she had a different relationship with Ellis but also it really seemed more her space, she has always had a complete vision of football, tactically and strategically. That's why it seemed she really talked Ellis' language. And it was deeply fascinating, curious and educative.

I'm not gonna deny that listening to Ellis actually talking about football and about her choices was truly interesting. Despite all her personal mistakes, I think she really knows her job, and she knows how to do it. I never heard Vlatko having such professional insights and I really admired him before, when I still had not realized he has no idea how to manage team and players and he doesn't really care about them either.

Ellis was pretty honest about her tactical decisions, I don't know if she would do exactly the same now, especially with Christen. But I still love how equally honest Christen was with her. The quote "I'd let you babysit my daughter but I don't think I'll play you in this game" is not really a joke and both of them know it. But it was a moment of Truth.

I think Ellis appreciated and appreciates Christen both as person and player, she made a choice, a debatable one, but still hers. And Christen faced her for it. But in the end I liked to see that she still considered her time playing for Ellis as a learning experience, it puts everything in perspective.

I always thought Christen was way much more than the sweet and zen person we often see. She did make a few interesting remarks to Ellis among the lines of jokes, she knows how to tease Tobin (probably her favourite pastime), she can be snarky and witty, and it's pretty awesome.

That's why I was in love with the blunt confrontation between Tobin & Christen. It was actually what I expected, Tobin always so free and direct, Christen so smart, witty and a little biting! The Daily Debate was just amazing but what I noticed is that every time Tobin talked, with Jill or simply telling something, she always included Christen in her moments, in her thoughts, her memories, her experiences, she looked at her, waited for her reaction.

The most technical part of the conversation was so intriguing for a football fan. I loved the Marginal Gain philosophy, it's the success in the details.

Also, about the USWNT, I think Tobin doesn't have much admiration for Vlatko, as coach and person. At one point she said something like "talking about chewing and spitting …" and she went on saying she and Christen wouldn't be at the World Cup, it says something.

In the end, I think they really nailed this first episode. I wanna see Christen take the lead in the next episodes and I can't wait for them!

[pageofheartdj]

Al and Lucifer would totally be messed in different ways, but I could really see Lucifer becoming more confident and happy with all the support he'd get. He'd still feel othered and different, but he'd have multiple people that care about him because of himself, not who he is or what he represents. (AKA he feels comfortable being a little Silly kinda like Charlie. Also he'd TOTALLY make little ducks of everyone)

Rosie's cannibal colony would gain even more protection and likely be even safer with people knowing that it was protected not just by her (and Alastor? They seem close enough in the show that he'd help if she asked) but now by all 4 of them. Maybe the folks staying at the hotel would take field trips there to get accustomed to nonviolence/higher levels of politeness?

LOVE the idea that Rosie and Lucifer would get to just chill and relax. They'd totally have their Old Godsip moments but I bet they'd also be able to chill with tea and stuff xD i bet there would be a moment early on where Lucifer sees how soft (mostly?) Alastor is around Rosie and that's when he's like "yeah, this will work out :)"

Also just...

Lucifer: I'm sorry I haven't been there for you during the last 7 years, I want to help make up for my distance, if you'll let me

Charlie: :)!

Lucifer: you shall never feel parentless again, because guess what? Now you have 4 parents!

Charlie: ?!

I went to sleep and now I woke up and now I am extra appreciative you talk with me about it xD &lt;3

Oh absolutely!! It will still not erase all the trauma and Hell is still will be hell, but having people that support him and is there for him helps tremendously!! (speaking of insecurities, I would imagine Lucifer might also feel like the rug will be pulled under him and he is a bother to people, but unlike Al, he will pull away, giving them space... too much space just in case they are starting getting done with him!!)

(now I need the secret insecurities from Rosie and Lilith, come on, girls, one of you def have something you are still torn about!!)

Man I love Cannibal Town, despite being blood thirsty, they are all so chill and polite and I am 99% sure them eating each other is consensual!! And Lucifer really likes the vibes from this place, he can deal with flash eating, it's the lesser of the evils XD

kIHHJ Imagine Lucifer meets Rosie for the first time with Alastor around. They were JUST bickering about something silly, so seeing him so lax with someone would be a Suprise xD He would suspect her being as sadistic, but NOPE she is cheerful and kind, but have teeth😏

I imagine Rosie and Alastor are the gossip girls, loving discussing the fresh dirt and news. Lucifer might not be as hungry for fresh gossip, but it's entertaining throwing a snarky comment or two. Plus with how out of touch he is with his people, having Rosie who would just lay him things as they are is nice! I just love this whole ruling mess cause despite everything Lucifer is the head honcho, but Lilith is a strong figure and then we'll have Alastor and Rosie, who are like councillors and executers XD

Also I NEED the shared 'Ugh, Susan' moment between the all four of them XD

Lucifer: CHARLIE, your mom is back!!

Lilith: :)

Charlie: :O :D!!!

Lucifer: Also these bitches are too your mom and dad now!! *pulls Alastor and Rosie out of his pocket*

Rosie: :D

Alastor: AhA! So you admit it after all.

Lucifer: Do NOT make me put you back into the pocket!

Charlie: O___O

[whiskersz]

Hello! Saw you were doing matchups. Can I get a romantic one?

I'm bisexual and I use she/her. I'm an ambivert. For those who don't know me very well, I may appear calm, collected and polite, but when I get close with someone, that's when my true personality comes out; I'm very sarcastic and sassy, especially if someone gets on my nerves. When I'm with my friends, I like to joke around, engage in playful banter with them, even often affectionately insult them (if that makes sense). I also love to tease and I don't mind being teased back. Even though I'm a bit goofy, I'm usually the rational, maybe even mom friend of the group; the type of friend who tries to stop the rest from doing dumb shit if I think it's too dumb or dangerous. I also tend to curse like a sailor lol. But my friends say that I'm also thoughtful, open and understanding. I can be very patient and gentle as well if I want too.As for my style, I usually dress in all black (fun fact: I never wear skirts though, I despise them) and I love silver jewelry. I always have a silver ring on each finger or both hands (without them I feel almost naked) and usually snake or dragon-themed silver earrings.

My main hobbies and interests are: listening to music (I can't live without it), lately I've been listening mostly to any rock or metal type of music or similar (for example I love bands such as Ghost and Nickelback). Besides that, I also love to draw, read, and travel. Sometimes I also like to play or do some sports (I've been a horse rider since I was seven and I love swimming). But I also like to just sit on the couch and watch movies (preferably with friends).

Also, my main love languages are: psychical affection, quality time and gift giving.

As for my type, when it comes to men I love it when they have a sense of humour that's for sure, but other than that it's hard to describe my type. I either usually simp for kind-hearted goofballs or arrogant jerks, there's no in between XD. My taste in women is kinda simpler, I usually simp for confident bad bitches (like Lute for example).

I think that's it, thank you in advance!

Hello, and congrats on being the first requester for my matchups! First and foremost, I got very excited over this because you said you listen to Ghost – they’re my favorite group! But with that out all the way, I sincerely hope you’re up to date with technology, because I match you with...

Vox!

Vox is the charismatic, if not somewhat self-centered,  owner and CEO of VoxTek as we all surely know here. The first thing that I’d like to note here is that he loves any kind of attention, and that you seem to be quite the attention-giver, given that two of your main love languages are physical touch and gift-giving. He likes to show off your relationship by casually draping an arm over your shoulder each time you lean into him, and by keeping all of your little gifts on his desk as he works.

I find that your personalities are a good match for each other, because you sound like you could stand your ground very well to his snarky remarks. He obviously can hold his own as well, which often results in the playful banter that you know and love.

Your more patient and gentle side is also important here, because it takes a very patient person to stand him and how egotistical he is sometimes; he’ll see no problem with it at first, but you need to give him time while also standing your ground as I said earlier. He’ll quickly realize that you’re truly one of a kind for sticking around, and that is how I imagine that you two would decide on starting a romantic relationship with each other.

You mentioned that you like watching movies with your friends; how about watching them with your boyfriend, as he plays them on his TV-screen head? He plays movies, videos, music videos, anything that you’d like to watch! There might be a downside to this, which is that he likes to comment on anything and everything – if he doesn’t like what you’re watching, he will let you know with a groan and will even speak over whatever you’re watching to point out how boring it is for him. But, in the end, he loves you, so he will play it all either way.

He slowly takes interest in your other hobbies as well; since you like drawing, it will basically inflate his ego if once in a while you make a little portrait of him! And he’d surely enjoy a good vacation once in a while (well, whatever that means in Hell), so as long as it’s something relaxing and not at all chaotic he will follow you along in your travels, too.

I feel like you and Vox would be the aesthetically pleasing to look at couple; imagine him, dressed in one of his dark blue suits, and you, wearing something black and elegant. He doesn’t mind that you don’t like wearing skirts, I feel like he doesn’t really have a preference for how his partner would need to dress, in fact he’ll accept anything that comes with dating you as long as you can stand the more difficult sides of his personality, he’s grateful for that already even if he might not admit it.

And lastly, I have a question for you: do you by chance like to call your partner pet names, anon? Because you might want to do that here. It will get Vox all flustered, it’s the one thing that will make him almost short-circuit!

[jihyoruri]

i feel bad sending long asks but I LOVE analyzing characters even if I’m wrong.. like yeah I’m wrong but then I’ll get corrected so I can understand the characters better so rlly.. I WON.

i did notice that aespayn seemed more happy w bada, being w karina probably stresses her out a little 😭.

richgirlyn… it’s interesting that you say most of the things I said abt aespayn r applicable to richgirlyn.. because I thought it was the other way around. i have a LOT of thoughts abt richgirlyn but I don’t want to write another essay to save you from having to read my yapping..

i thought richgirlyn would actually know herself a little better.. I mean she’s aware she’s putting up a confident front, she’s aware that being thought of as just a rich princess hurts her.. idk something about the way you write her being playful but also kind of arguing w chaewon.. I feel like she lets her real personality slip through sometimes where she’s more calm.. solemn maybe?? I could also be reading this wrong but I think if you left her alone w her thoughts and no one to perform for she’d be like.. calm. think abt her life maybe. or is it like a ‘the mask you wear becomes your face’ situation.. it’s hard for me 2 figure out these things because these r NAWT introspective think pieces 😭😭I need to stop tryna psychoanalyze everyone..

the way I read it was that she separates herself from her “rich” image, like how she was just listening to music in her room and being a little more vulnerable there?? when she doesn’t have to perform for herself, she’s just herself.. not a super confident witty girlboss.. just a girl. or is that her real personality? maybe I just don’t have any literacy but how big of a mask.. is the mask.. like clearly her defense mechanism is to make a snarky/sarcastic remark or joke back whenever chaewon is mean.. so you can tell it definitely effects her a little. it’s probably not smth she enjoys but she’s built her image so she’s okay w living with it.. or maybe it’s a mix of both! she truly is confident and playful but she plays it up. irdk!!

-🎏

LOL I love ur long asks they’re so fun to read it’s nice to see someone enjoying my works and analyzing them 

LOL I love ur long asks they’re so fun to read it’s nice to see someone enjoying my works and analyzing them.

yeah she’s always on high alert with karina ngl 😭

when I said the stuff that you said about aespa!yn reminding me about richgirl!yn I was more so leaning towards the rich kid with problems point of view not the knowing herself point of view 😭 (yk putting up a front that they’re so confident and unbothered and stuff)  

richgirl!yn definitely knows herself no doubt she’s aware that she puts up a confident front, she’s aware that she’s privileged, she aware of the hurt she feels sometimes when chaewon passes certain comments.

The thing with her is the sassy witty girl you see is her personality that is her but that’s not all she is, shes someone shoes creative, someone who works hard, she’s hurt by chaewon’s comments because she’s hurt that that’s all what people see her for  (even her members that just don’t say it up to her face like chaewon does, she knows they love her but she also knows that they don’t think much about her when it comes to other factors of her besides her fathers money ) but she’d rather play into it than show that she’s hurt, she was raised to be strong and to think that she’s better than everyone, she was raised to not let people see emotions because she’s richer and better and that’s when the letting things slip up part comes into it.

She’s not letting her real personality slip, she’s letting her vulnerability slip, especially when she was talking about tiffany in the last richgirl!yn work.

but ur so right about her snarky comebacks and playful teasing being a defence mechanism she doesn’t want to show any vulnerability or that she’s hurt because that’s how she was raised (kinda like how cib!yn was raised to believe that love was useless which is why she kinda ignores signs of someone liking her or is just completely oblivious to things)

[barrenclan]

Ok I got you my man, here’s some trainer themes I’ve connected w some of the buddies. This is something I love to do, and I had fun doing it on characters aside from my own for once! Really got the gears rolling. Also did this just bc I am experiencing extreme pokemon brainrot rn so anything slightly Pokémon related is making me go feral. Included my thought process bc I did not choose these at random for the most part!

Here’s a playlist of the themes I chose if needed: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLr5H2ba7070gSNBeCQSKzOVPjXR9vutwr

Pinepaw- Vs. Rival (ORAS)

Energetic, lively, maybe a dash of possible troublemaker. I honestly don’t know what to write for this really, Pine was the hardest one for me aside from Daff to connect to a theme. Wally’s battle theme was a close second, bc it was slow but confident, but I don’t know if the guitars were fitting for him.

Cormorantpaw- Vs. Piers (SWSH)

An edgy theme that’s not too over the top but also screams powerful. I feel like this man needs guitars in his theme and this was the most fitting one. Misunderstood emo edgelord guy who probably needs to sleep, god please go to bed. Was gonna choose Gladion (SM) at first bc the emo kid running away (?) from home/parent kinda thing they both got going on, but I didn’t feel like it was fitting. I dunno.

Asphodelpaw- Vs. Penny (SV)

Starts out VERY hardcore and intense but has these very “heroic” or lighter sounding parts too. I know not too much is out about Asphodel yet, but she definitely seems like the type so far to come off as really intense and snarky, just to have a hidden, more caring/sensitive interior, I think this theme reflects that nicely. Also both her and Penny have a thing for cute Pokémon. It’s funny.

Daffodilpaw- Lillie Encounter Theme 2 (SM)

It was hard to place a theme for her, I wanted something confident, but not insanely powerful since she’s not a great battler. Lillies second theme definitely has that sense of confidence as in game it’s after she changes her outfit it’s to break away from the way her mom has tried to make her be for all of her life, down to how she dresses. It’s light, but confident. At first I was gonna use Hop’s theme from SWSH bc he canonically is god awful at battling but I didn’t think it fit her.

Slugpelt- Vs. Zinnia (ORAS)

She gets my favorite theme of all time. Zinnias theme is honestly kind of like, sad and almost mournful, but also very intense. Also kinda mysterious. Zinnia in game is feeling grief over a lost loved one, if my memory serves me right. Obviously that connects somewhat to Slugpelt and the disappearance/loss of her mother and brother, and overall Slugpelt just seems like a very sad but also intense when needed be individual.

Rainhaze- Vs. N Final Battle (BW)

I honestly am not sure about this one, part of me just chose it bc of the whole Rainhaze having a Zorua thing, and N has a Zorua/Zoroark. Also chose it bc of the whole mysterious vibe of the theme, as well as the ticking of the clock heard at various points in the track. Kinda makes me think like, either time is running out for him to be found, or a lot of time had passed since he has disappeared (and possibly has changed him.)

Deepdark- Vs. Team Magma/Aqua leader (ORAS)

You CANNOT tell me this wouldn’t fit him. I didn’t want a theme that sounded almost like,, godly for him (like Ghetsis, which I considered for a minute), but still something that screamed I AM THE BOSS, YOU’RE DOOMED. And you know what screams that? The godforsaken amount of trumpets in this theme. But no fr jokes aside this theme is super powerful and hardcore and it deserves to be assigned to him.

I already dmed you the brendan one lol but I also sketched a Maxie (magma leader) inspired deepdark bc of the theme, I was gonna do it for all of em but I decided against it bc like. Too much work. But I have to show this bc the image of deepdark in a turtleneck is extremely funny to me. Also sorry I don’t draw deer a lot lol.

MADDY you're the only person in this sonofabitch town I RESPECT. Thank you so much for this service... and you even COLOR CODED IT OH MY GOD AND YOU MADE A PLAYLIST

I will listen to all of these and think many thoughts about the silly cats thank you!!! Also Deepdark Maxie is so funny to me... honestly as a Pokemon Adventures Stan it gets the gears working a bit 🤔

[tuiyla]

Tbh I kinda think that S1 Kuinn scene was okay? He was giving her a backhanded compliment. Sure, he previously dismissed her as a dumb blonde before and that was shitty, but in giffed scene he implicitly admitted that she's anything but that, which is probably why she smiled.

(That being said, Kurt's behavior in that 3x14 scene is indeed terrible and a better example of wlw/mlm hostility imo lol)

I'm sending this mostly bc I miss S1 Kurt. He was so confident and witty and yeah he could be snarky and snappy and noticeably flawed, but that was part of his appeal (what can I say, I love mean characters lmao). In later seasons he became too nice (aka kinda boring) and his storylines were always tied to Blaine and/or Rachel, which was annoying to me bc I wanted to see more of Kurt in his own right. I wonder if you relate to any of this?

Idk I just don't vibe with Kurt's casual misogyny in season 1, like I don't think it's cute in any way and I'm glad it doesn't become A Thing. I don't hate him for it or anything I just think it's eyeroll worthy.

They both suck cause the writing sucks in 3x14 lol and unfortunately it does indeed become an example of wlw mlm hostility. Ironically an aspect of the scene is that Quinn represents the PoV ignorant to queer struggles but come on. Quinn is wlw to me and RIB can pry that from y dead cold hands.

In general I find s1 Kurt interesting and wish his flaws as demonstrated there would have remained throughout. I agree that it was part of his appeal and as much as the Quinn stuff annoys me, I did like the overall portrayal and find fans often forget about s1 Kurt. I like that Kurt is fundamentally a very kind person but he didn't need to be so nice, you know? So yeah I can relate. I do think that Kurt is still much better off than many other chs in terms of still having his own stuff to do but was still overshadowed by Rachel often or handled as part of Klaine rather than his own ch. And relationships are good and Kurt is again a lucky ch in how his were explored, Hummelberry and Kaline are two of the show's strongest, but it did at times come at his expense. As an individual, that is. But you could maybe argue that serving Finn's story came at the expense of Kurt's s1 story at times too, so. All that said yeah, I do relate.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

what kind of hot are you?

bob the builder hot

i am not saying bob the builder is hot, im just saying you have the hotness of a handyman. you're humble, down to earth, and exist with an easy confidence that takes peoples breath away. you always seem to know exactly what you are doing. you may still be stuck in your hometown, but you have quite the reputation. you do get a lot of business, after all. people around here sure tend to break things an awful lot, and they always call you, listening through the phone reciever with a light blush and bated breath, for your inevitable "I'll help you."

drunk girl in the bathroom hot

you're both wasted, she just somehow does it so much better. you're crying, about something your stupid ex did or said. and suddenly she appears, looking like an angel aside from the slight sway in her step. she's helping you our of your slump on the floor when you grow pale and catastrophe strikes. you're the most disgusting you've ever been, and still, this stranger holds your hair and rubs soothing circles in your back. gives you a breath mint and sits you back against the wall, asking what happened. you tell her, and her glittery, perfectly made face turns sour. with her heels in hand, she loops your arm around her shoulders so she can help you walk to an Uber she called for you. your ex says something snarky to you in passing on the way out, and for her it's the final straw. she whirls around, fire in her eyes and a set in her brow and she slaps him hard across the face. calls him a jerk or a dick or something like that, you can't remember, you were busy smiling at the stunned look on his face as she drags you both outside. before you get home, she gives you a hug and kind words in a bubbling voice and you're thankful for her. thankful there are people out there who look out for people like you, who stand up for people even when they might have trouble standing themselves.

friend you have a weird rivalry with hot

you are always fighting to show you're better. always seeing who can run faster, talk louder, be stronger. you both whirl to face each other after every test, showing off the bright red numbers at the top of the page. when you beat them by a couple points, the "jokingly" smug look on your face makes them huff and turn away, give you a friendly punch to the shoulder that might leave a bruise. when you lose 90 to their 96, the bitter spark of jealousy in the pit of your stomach reminds you to study harder. you'll best them next time. sometimes this rivalry gets messy though, and for some reason you both tend to crush on the same person, hurting eachother to compete for their affection. though you always end up forgetting the crushes, and making up. whats some random fling compared to your friendship anyway?

incompetent intern hot

your coworkers have a crush on you. if they can even be called your coworkers because they're kinda above you. you sit at the bottom of the pecking order, but when the office sees you fumble another stack of papers or leave in a panicked hurry for the boss's coffee, they feel fond of you. they wanna straighten your permanently askew tie and fix your hair for you, so maybe you'll get the recognition you deserve.

person on the train reading a book hot

you're totally their type. well, you're not. but that's what the passenger across from you is thinking as you sit there, completely oblivious. you're mysterious, and serene, and look so natural sitting there on the train they think your feet might be bolted to the floor the way the chairs and safety rails are. you're in your own world, you're reading something with an intriguing title, and without even knowing it passengers are praying for some reason that you'll look up and ask for their number. you don't, of course. and they don't ask for yours, either. how could they disturb such a peaceful moment? but despite the fact that nothing was said, they managed to fall in love with you for 15 minutes. for the rest of the day they think about what your voice might've sounded like, what your interests might've been, how you might've smiled at them like they were your whole world if they'd managed to make you feel that way. you have that effect on people, in case you didn't know.

math tutor hot

you're really not here for romance, at all. but whenever you actually interact with people, they're smitten with you. you might be usually overlooked, but for some reason whenever you're helping a peer who likely wasn't responsible enough to study like you told them to before the session, they're always paying rapt attention. you roll your eyes and lecture them whenever they seem distracted, staring at you or the floor instead of the textbook. but it's the moments where you raise an eyebrow, half impressed, and give them a quiet "good work" that makes you such a successful tutor. your praise is hard to come by, and people are certainly going to work to hear it again.

pink panther hot

you're a modern queen. you sit to the side of the dance floor and drink out of martini glasses, a perfect vantage point to look over your court. you like to see the way people's eyes linger on you, hoping you'll see them, that they'll gain your approval. you are offered drinks by many overeager servants throughout the night. when you finally join the ball, the sea of people parts just for you, and you hear the nervous titters of the crowd who are so captivated by what you'll do next.

drunk girl in the bathroom hot

you're both wasted, she just somehow does it so much better. you're crying, about something your stupid ex did or said. and suddenly she appears, looking like an angel aside from the slight sway in her step. she's helping you our of your slump on the floor when you grow pale and catastrophy strikes. you're the most disgusting you've ever been, and still, this stranger holds your hair and rubs soothing circles in your back. gives you a breath mint and sits you back against the wall, asking what happened. you tell her, and her glittery, perfectly made face turns sour. with her heels in hand, she loops your arm around her shoulders so she can help you walk to an Uber she called for you. your ex says something snarky to you in passing on the way out, and for her it's the final straw. she whirls around, fire in her eyes and a set in her brow and she slaps him hard across the face. calls him a jerk or a dick or something like that, you can't remember, you were busy smiling at the stunned look on his face as she drags you both outside. before you get home, she gives you a hug and kind words in a bubbling voice and you're thankful for her. thankful there are people out there who look out for people like you, who stand up for people even when they might have trouble standing themselves.

tagged by: @torntruth tagging: anyone that wants to do this one!

[anewbeginningagain]

I was thinking about the MIDA vibe and why we all found it a bit sterile, and I think I know what they're trying to go for. You know how Montreal are considered the "artists", and now we have IAMO who are kinda the "feelers" but also have strong technical? And even within these camps, you have Marie-France who is kinda the creative visionary, Patch who is the tech master/manager, and Romain who brings the entertainment value and performance. In London, we have Scott as the heart and overall leader, Madi is clearly doing wonders with the students' confidence and performance quality, and Adrian is emerging as the gifted choreographer of the bunch (with Sheri as a dark horse here as well). Even back in the day, we had Igor who was branded as "the technician" and Marina was "the choreographer".

Right. Well. I think MIDA sat down and thought about how they're going to market themselves within this landscape, especially given who their geographical competition is, and what they've settled on is "the professors". I think they're having a rough time, they've bitten off more than they can chew, and think they have to look "serious" in order to keep their head above water on the one hand, and on the other to differentiate themselves in some way. The problem is that they don't have the mettle to back it up and got handed free political points based on their pedigree alone. We know from Charlie's commentary that he can be nitpicky to the point of being petty sometimes, but I don't think he's the kind of person who necessarily knows how to create the missing ingredients, he can just diagnose them. Now, we saw Scott struggle in the beginning too and it's understandable, but the thing is, Scott is much more emotionally sincere. They, on the other hand, I think are panicking right now, people are comparing them unfavorably to the other camps, WolfChen are having a trainwreck of a season, and G/P's momentum from last year has all but been reversed. So what do they do? "Oh, we went to college, we're affiliated with UMich, we're assigning essays to our skaters, we're intellectuals." Except... They kind of have nothing. They don't have that balance of warm, people-first coaching with strong results that the skaters who graduated from IAM have because they've never experienced it, having been with Marina and/or Igor almost their entire athletic careers. And they aren't bringing in the kind of creative talent that they so painfully need, so I don't know how they plan to move forward with this. I actually think Madi and Adrian will decide to stay in London long-term because this setup is working out so well, there's a magic to that crew and their skaters are radiant, the girls in particular are glowing. Anyway, I think Chanith & Co. are out of their depth and they're trying to overcompensate, but it isn't coming off great, especially in contrast with the other camps, and I won't be surprised if at least one team jumps ship next season because I don't see MIDA producing any sort of creative vision. Just my 2c, I hope I managed to explain what I mean, I'm not trying to be snarky or anything, just being real.

Well, this is actually a fascinating take. I think I really agree with the stuff about I.AM and I.AM Ontario, I think as you said I.AM managed to create a clear identity for their school and a clear identity for the main coaches - as you said Patrice is the technician and the manager (he manages the ice time for the insane number of teams they have), Marie France is the mama bear with the artistic vision, and Romain is the entertainer who knows how to work a crowd. At the same time, they are all more than that, just thinking of how Scott shared how inspired he was by Patrice's calm and focused energy by the boards. With I.AM Ontario like you, I think they are really finding their groove, I think Scott is and will always be the beating heart, but Adria and Madi bring so much to the table just like you described, and I think his family members who have so much experience are really managing to utilize it in the best possible way now, including giving some of the senior teams a bunch or really strong programs.

With MIDA I think you really nailed it by calling out how much they are lacking the variety of experience with different coaches, Charlie trained with Igor and Marina for most if not all of his competitive career, Tanith too with only her last two competitive seasons being with other coaches, and Greg also was only coached by Igor and Marina and worked for years with Igor. That's an alarming lack of experience with other coaching styles and philosophies tbh. And with USFS so eager to make them the US answer to I.AM (at least imo) they gave them too much too fast and MIDA for some reason chose not to use outside choreographers when it feel like they very much needed to.

The thing about the vibe is that Tanith for example came across as very warm and energetic in her commentary style, so it was more than odd to see her so reserved and cold by the boards. Charlie usually had the energy of a puppy dog but here he was also very reserved and severe looking. And Greg is Greg, I usually feel like he gives me nothing tbh. And the thing is, there's a significant level of being performative to being by the boards, some do it naturally because they are passionate people (Romain, MF, Scott, Adria, Barb), some have a strong fierce presence to them even if they are more stoic (Patrice, Madi) and some just feel warm (Pascal). With Charlie and Tanith it just feels like there's a lack of connection with their own teams and that's what the most alarming in it all. It's not that I think it necessarily says something about them as coaches, but it does come across in a very odd way.

But really enjoyed your take on it all, it got me thinking quite a lot.

[mypoisonedvine]

peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18​'s 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.  

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in.  It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand.  “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry.  Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order.  “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly.  With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space.  If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you.  “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down.  Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book.  “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly.  “My presence tends to have that effect on people.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book.  “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly.  “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted.  “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again.  “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that.  She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language.  He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.  

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler.  It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window.  He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice.  You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.  

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any.  It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.  

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him.  "Why don't you just give me a chance?  Don't you wanna be popular?" 

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid.  "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little.  "Are we still on that, really?  I told you, you should take it as a compliment.  You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are.  You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever.  "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer.  “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you.  “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go.  Okay?  That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further.  “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed.  “Then you can leave.  Hey, you might actually like it.  You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it!  When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level.  Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening.  “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper.  “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this.  A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged.  For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger.  For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss.  You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.  

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him.  But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality.  With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve.  “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously.  “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too?  We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream.  “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley.  Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled.  “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act.  I know you want me.  So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay?  You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose.  But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter.  "You and this perfect body of yours.  This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred.  “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right?  You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly.  “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps.  The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally.  He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them.  “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind.  You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin.  Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly.  “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh?  You need it that bad?  You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch.  Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again.  He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too.  “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly.  You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore.  But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him.  It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off.  Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet.  For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.  

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster.  “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now.  Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses.  “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect.  I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised.  He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly.  “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."