#courage bb

[bberetd]

Luigi: *exists*

Mario:

I was watching a documentary for my sociology class… who else would I see 🥹♥️💚

[lunearobservatory]

@hibiscuslynx YES HE HAS TATTOOS!!!!!!

here's the full ref sheet from. originally an au that's. erm. it's not dead i have reference sheets so it's clearly. alive.

i've posted the ur gay sketch before for sure 100% here it is again oops sorry

anyway, this has turned into my standard florida design :) this boy fuct up with ink!!! good for him

[johnslittlespoon]

you're a dog (i'm your man) chapter two done........

[mer-se]

um today is so fucking weird

[inkykeiji]

hiiii clari 😚 not to be too sad and messy on main but i feel really weird rn 😭😭 i have feelings for a professor and i just failed to turn in a final for him on time because of crazy last minute personal stuff that really made it impossible for me to finish my work and i feel so pathetic about it 😭😭 like i just wanna crawl into a hole bc it’s not a big deal but i hate feeling like im disappointing someone or myself and i cringe at the idea of me being a bad student :// like ive been debating continuing school for a masters but im also someone who runs away when i feel uncomfy and i kinda just never wanna talk to him again bc i don’t like feeling vulnerable. it just sucks bc id rather burn a bridge than confront the fact that i messed up ☹️☹️

hi hi!! <3 aw sweetpea i’m so sorry!!! i actually ended up in a similar situation during my undergrad—there was this PhD graduate student that was teaching one of my courses and i really, really admired him. we had a lot of the same tastes when it came to film + a lot of the same views in general, and he always left such marvellous and thoughtful comments on my papers. fast forward to the very end of the semester, our massive final paper is due and, exactly like you, i end up being unable to finish it on time because of personal reasons. i emailed him to explain—i wasn’t concerned about the late penalties to my grade, but i was so goddamn upset because i valued his opinion of me so much and i didn’t want this incident to soil it. i admitted this to him in my email, and he messaged me back SO SWEETLY, said something like this could never impact his view of me and that he still thought i was a wonderful student, and decided to waive the late penalties for me.

if you haven’t already, i’d definitely suggest sending your prof an email to explain—and be authentic in it. it’s not an excuse, it’s merely an explanation of what happened. i know it’s scary, and i get not wanting to feel vulnerable or look incompetent, but if you can muster up the courage to do so it is often worth it!! you can still keep your issues private (i did), but it definitely doesn’t hurt to explain yourself! and, honestly, i think there’s a good chance your prof might respect you even more if you’re able to open up and admit to your mistake. it demonstrates that you can acknowledge the fact that you messed up and feel remorseful for it, and it also shows how important your work is to you.

i completely understand how you’re feeling and it’s such an awful thing to experience—school was incredibly important to me and to this day still is, so i 100% understand where you’re coming from. but!! also!!! shit happens! you’re only human, and you can’t be perfect all the time. this can be a hard thing for us perfectionists to accept, but the sooner we can swallow that pill and grant ourselves some grace, the better we will feel and the easier it’ll be to do these things.

[thehandwixard]

also ftr i dont think king mickey as a character needs to be like. hes not a bad guy he doesnt need an atonement arc i think despite his closest friends branching off from the castle i dont want to make that like... a punishment. maybe its less minnie divorcing him and more them taking a break while everyone from the castle and toontown goes around and finds their own place.

like. king mickey is questionable and has made some bad choices but he is also still mickey. i would really like to do a plot where oswald comes up

[diejager]

bro make a fanfic about the reader and the ghost/konig WHEN THE READER WAS SHOT IN THE BUN ON THE MISSION AHAHAHHHAH LMAO (in the military helicopter when they were supposed to return, the reader was holding her butt, moaning, writhing in pain and trying to hide the pain)

That is a funny thought…

Shots Cw: gun violence, bb shots, tell me if I missed any.

You yelped when you were hit is the ass, flinching forward and raising your arm just as you turned to glare at whoever landed the shot. Your right cheek exploded in soreness, tingling from the sharp pain of a BB shot.

“Hit!” You called it, letting your rifle hang from your shoulder as you rubbed your right cheek, grumbling about the bastard, “On my fucking ass of all places.”

You walk towards the respawn with your arm up, still cussing out whoever shot you in the ass. You had a hunch about the shooter: Soap, who else had enough courage to shoot you in the ass. You doubted Gaz did it, he might’ve been tempted, but he preferred other type of pranks, more mischievous ones like tampering with the washer or drinks, harmless but hilarious. Soap, however, rarely knew the limit, going as far as stealing and hiding your stuff, tapping you in the ass or messing up your head while he cackled away, speeding off to Ghost or Price to escape your wrath.

You reasoned that this was a staged scenario, a small group activity Laswell came up with that landed your Task Force somewhere in France for game of airsoft, a Free for all in the reserved location. No one had complained, thinking it a good activity mixing fun, training and awareness —everyone agreed to it enthusiastically once Ghost had voiced his grumpy acceptance, seeing this as a moment to be able to training without the prying eyes of others or the presence of strangers. Once you reached the spawn point, your jump back in to land a few shots at Soap to see whether or not he liked getting his ass bruised by a BB. You walked off determined, mind narrowed down to a single goal, your retaliation—

Until you yipped a second time, a pellet bouncing off your second cheek. You whipped around, yelling as your eyes scoured the tree line and the openings in the buildings behind you, the windows, the roof and behind pillars. You couldn’t find Soap anywhere, he wasn’t hiding behind the trees or in the buildings, but you did catch the glint of a scope —a familiar sniper scope.

“Ghost, you son of a bitch!” You screamed in outrage, feeling how both cheeks throbbed with pain. You bared your teeth, hissing at your Lieutenant who seemed smug and comfortable in his high perch on the roof of the building, “Why’d you do that?! I was already out!”

”Big target, luv,” his amused voice cracked in your comm, the low rumble of sadistic pleasure ringing out in your headgear. He cocked his scope, his white mask standing starkly in his dark gear and broad figure, “Impossible to miss. Quit moaning.”

“Big target? Are you-!” Huffing at his continued laughter, you glared his way before you turned to hurry back to the respawn, “Let’s see who’s laughing later, you ass.”

“Fuck- Hit!”

Your shoulders shook with restrained laughter, admiring the way Ghost jumped from your perch, hidden in the darkness given by the cement wall. You listened to him hiss and swear, massaging the place you aimed for: the pronounced curve of his ass, his jeans rarely doing him the pleasure of hiding what he had.

“Quit moaning, Ghost,” you cackled as you parroted his words, telling him the same thing as he told you, but you had more to add, more to taunt and tease him as revenge, “Couldn’t miss it, Lt, it was a big fucking target.”

You watched him stomp off, retreating to the tree line for his spawn point. It filled with a sense of elation and ugly smugness, and all that was left now, was to find Soap.

“Steamin’ Jesus!” Johnny’s yelp felt more exciting than Ghost, something you could devour over and ove without regret.

“Not so fun, is it, Johnny?” You smirked, replying with a gleeful tone.

He looked red-faced, the tip of his ears turning a bright shade of red from the way you spoke to him, utilising his known weakness and playing him to watch him stutter and flush brightly.

“Awa’ a bile yer heid! That hurt, lass!” His voice had taken a whinier tone, face screwed in embarrassment and something that you couldn’t put your finger on at this distance.

“I know, shouldn’t have shot me in the ass then.”

Gaz tapped you on the shoulder, a smile threatening to break into chuckles. He’d known what happened to you and knew what you did in retaliation, finding amusement after siding with you, sitting beside you and peering at two frowning and mumbling men.

“Heard you had a lot of fun.”

“Not enough.”

You thought you heard Price sigh tiredly.

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[circadianrhythmofthekiller]

What would be the greatest fear of BB? Could she muster the courage to confront it?

day 116 - I’d say she already has ;)

[s6lars]

happy bday bb!!!! i missed you so much i’m so happy i found your account! do you think you could just do a headcanon of how pedri is as a bf! it’s up to you if you want to include smut

⋆ ��｡⋆ 📂 pedri as a boyfriend …

contains smut, minors dni.

— the meeting.

he was back home in the canaries and met you a house party one of his mates had hosted

it honestly was just an instant connection

he had gone around talking to different ppl throughout the night but the second he started talking to you …

you were the last person he spoke to. bcs he would not speak w anyone else

but after that it was mostly silence, and he was sad bcs he rlly wanted to get closer

when he was back in barcelona, he found out you lived there too

and after some time and a million encouragements from fer

he had the courage to formally ask you out and you two hit it off not long after that

basically, a he fell first & he fell harder moment 🫶🏼

— dating life.

this man is so gentle with you. just so soft spoken, so attentive, so caring

and let’s not forget how clingy he is

you could be doing anything — chores, just scrolling through your phone and he’ll sneak up behind you and bury his face in the crook of your neck

and he wouldn’t say a single word. just dead silent

but that means all he wants is cuddles and you’re more than happy to oblige !

lets you go in his closet and steals whatever you want. genuinely half your closet is just his hoodies and t-shirts now

speaking of his closet, when you first got your hands on it, you were appalled to say the least. but you’ve since gotten it under control and no more ripped skinny jeans it is

in my eyes, pedri’s love language is quality times.

so when he has the time, it’s date night almost every single week ! renting out literally the whole restaurant so it’s more intimate and romantic

when he’s a bit busier, he does it in other ways

he’ll hire a private chef fer to his house, decorate the dining room with flowers

speaking of …

gifts. always. constantly. and spontaneously!

he’ll ask you what you want for your birthday, or christmas, etc — and you always say you don’t want anything. but then a few days later, you’ll get texts like: “gold or silver?” “what size shoe are you?” “do you like clutches or purses more?”

he’s a simple guy, he’s not flashy, and unless it’s for a new phone or a new car he hates splurging. but when it’s with you, then it’s a whole other story.

loveeees showing you off to his family and friends

he’ll run late to lunch with his friends and say something like, “sorry, my girl was too clingy this morning.”

and they’ll all be fake disgusted but he loves it

oh and about pet names

mi mujer — my woman, when addressing you, it’s his go-to.

and bebé for when he’s speaking to you directly

— the launch.

pedri is famous, which means one way or another, the public will have to know about you guys.

pedri is generally a private guy so i think he’ll let it out slowly

which means … soft launch !

it starts with a goal dedication, he makes your initial with his hands and blows a kiss to the camera

and ppl are instantly like whoa. who was that for

and then it picks up

he posts holiday pics and there’s little bits and pieces of you in them

your hair creeping in a mirror selfie, your manicured hands on a steering wheel, your reflection off of a mirror in a restaurant

and now it gets real serious

fans catch him with a girl as his wallpaper but your face is covered by his hand holding the phone

the bomb drops when he posts a pic on his story. it’s a mirror selfie, you’re both dressed up, and you’re the one taking it. he’s standing behind you, one hand across your abdomen.

both your faces are cropped out. still, ppl are like yeah, he has a girl it’s confirmed

finally, he post a whole dump for you, probably for something special like your birthday and he lets the world know he’s yours !

— the spice.

remember when i said pedri was very gentle earlier?

well he can definitely pull a 180 in bed

i see him as more of a switch, and it depends on his mood

at the start of the relationship, when you were navigating what you both enjoyed in bed, you had to guide him a lot

and that’s when you found out he loves being praised, and asking you to praise him

“does that feel good?” “fuck, right there, yeah?” “like this?”

and when he’s not in control he doesn’t shy away from letting you know how good you’re making him feel, always in your ear

ok but let’s get into how he is when he’s in control

generally at first your sex was pretty vanilla, but you were so tired from work one day and just needed to let it all out

and pedri delivered — he had you bent over the couch, and when you thought you were done, he carried you to his room and made you watch in the mirror as you took him

it was unexpected. but not unwelcome

has a thing for when you tug his hair or leaves scratches on his back. it hurts, but it eggs him on further

and if he's really feeling confident, like if he just won a final or scored an important goal, his stamina is quadrupled. you're not stopping until your legs physically give out

always, always makes sure you get aftercare, even if he can barely stay awake himself

even if it's as simple as just getting you something to drink or standing next to you while you're in the bathroom afterwards, he just wants to let you know that he cares about you

gets super cocky the morning after. especially if he sees you limp a bit

you'll tell him off because you'll have to be at work or smth and he'd sit there with a grin and say, "you were the one who kept begging, harder, please—" (you'd throw a pillow in his face before he could continue)

but it's fine, the morning sex makes up for it ♡

[lost-my-hed]

Chapter One

Y/N comes home from work after a long shift at the ER and can’t wait to decompress at home. Unfortunately, their plans are interrupted by an unwelcome guest and their neighbor, John Price is there to (hopefully) save the day

Eight Legged Enemies

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Y/N set their bag on the small end table near their apartment door, while they toe off their work clogs. It was already a little past midnight, and they were utterly exhausted. Their shift at the local hospital was only supposed to be twelve hours, and normally, while long, Y/N adjusted to the long days spent in scrubs. However, when they clocked in at seven in the morning, they had been severely underprepared for the day they were about to have; From a five year old, slightly concussed, kid who had a gash on their forehead after falling off the living room couch and hitting the coffee table head first, to an elderly woman who was having difficulty breathing. They had seen not only them, but everyone in between. It felt as though they would leave a patient's room and see that another person was with a triage nurse, and another patient was added to their already growing list of patients to care for.

As an ER nurse, Y/N had seen pretty much everything—non-flared object in ass? Check. BB gun ammo in the eye? Check. Fork jabbed in the thigh during a lover's quarrel? Check. And this shift was the same, a different surprise waiting around every corner. By the time they had monitored their last patient's vitals, the on-call night nurse had arrived. It was like the clouds had parted and heaven was staring them in the face. Y/N didn't even know the poor guy, and they could have sworn they would have kissed him if he had gotten close enough. 

Now, they were desperately ready for bed, and the comfort of their home made the feeling tenfold. But, even more than that, they needed to take a scolding hot shower. They needed their skin to flush bright pink and scrub themselves raw clean. On days like this, they felt so grubby they wanted to crawl out of their skin, and the idea of getting into their freshly made bed looking and feeling like this was revolting. Y/N padded down the hallway before opening the bathroom door and flicking on the light. When their eyes caught a glimpse of their reflection, they were almost shocked by what they saw. Dark circles seemed to seep into the sensitive skin under their eyes, and chapped lips (a result of the cold and sterile environment) looked back at them. They drag a hand over their face and sigh. The sooner they get into the shower, the sooner they can finally close their drooping eyes and rest their sore limbs. 

Y/N peels back the shower curtain and reaches forward to flick on the faucet. They let their fingertips dip into the running water to test the temperature. They hiss and draw their hand back before cranking the dial hotter. Just as they were about to step back to shimmy out of their work clothes, they spotted movement out of the corner of their eye. Y/N's head snapped towards the culprit and shrieked while hurrying backwards onto her vanity countertop. Their chest heaved with panicked breaths as they stared at the large brown dot at the bottom of the tub. It began to scuttle upward, a massive spider with incredibly long legs. Y/N swore it was at least the size of a quarter, and disposing of this critter was not her expertise.

Most importantly, no more showering for Y/N. They tried building up the courage a few times, running to the kitchen and grabbing a stupidly sized wad of paper towel before running back to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the closest they could get to capturing it was jumping up and down to hype themselves up and squealing every time it moved. 

They didn't want to chance losing it in their home, especially without knowing whether or not it was something that could make them sick. When they were around nine, a spider bit them on their thigh. They never saw the spider, but the red-hot welt that grew over three days was proof enough of its existence. That was when their mom decided to draw a line around it with a pen and take them to the local clinic. With a quick round of antibiotics, just to be cautious and a watchful eye, the bite was gone. However, Y/N never got over their fear of spiders…or bugs. 

Y/N's eyes began to well with tears; moments like these, they missed living at home with their parents. They would have used the shower downstairs and told their dad to relocate the creature before he left for work. But, here all alone in their apartment, with no one but themselves to "fix the problem," they felt stuck and defeated. 

Spider: 1 Y/N: 0 

When the tears started to fall and they could feel their face grow splotchy, a loud knock pulled them out of their minor self-pity party. Their eyes widened, and they were once again shocked at their appearance. Y/N was looking worse for wear. They took a "deep centering breath," as their therapist often called it, and quickly splashed their face with cold water from the sink. As they made their way to their front door, the clock in the living room reminded them of the time. Who would knock on their door at a quarter til one in the morning? And sure, Y/N is under great stress right now—over tired, spider in the tub, and germy the holy trinity, but she is not stupid. She quietly goes to the door and stands on her tiptoes to glance out the peephole. 

"Hey, just wanted to make sure you're alright," The voice from outside says loud enough to travel through their home. It's a man, they can tell that much. Another reason why they knew they needed to keep quiet. They squint one eye and wait for their vision to focus on the man outside their door. Y/N recognized them as their neighbor across the hall, and a wave of relief they didn't know they needed washed over them. The two had never really conversed more than a simple hello, or a nod and a smile in passing. The two of them kept odd hours, and it was nice occasionally seeing a handsome friendly face at the end of a shift. 

"I'm okay!" They call out quietly, watching as John looks up and stares directly down the peephole, making Y/N shiver. His eyes were such a pretty shade of blue they thought about complimenting him every time their paths crossed. Quickly, Y/N was unlocking the chain and twisting the door knob open a crack. 

"Hi." They smile sheepishly, a flush working its way to their cheeks. 

"Hello," he says with a knowing smile. A twinge of amusement dances in his eyes. "I heard a scream and wanted to make sure you weren't in trouble." He explains while folding his arms over his chest, making his biceps strain against the fabric of his t-shirt. 

"I um…I have a spider problem. Well, not many spider problems. Actually, just one spider, in the tub." Y/N sighs, wringing their hands nervously, "I was getting ready to shower after my shift, and there he was, a big guy with long legs, and I haven't been able to work up the confidence to catch yet." They giggle softly, attempting not to fuck up the one conversation they've been able to have since they moved in months ago. Y/N remembers when he first knocked on their door to introduce himself and offer to help carry any boxes. At the time, they had been too nervous to ask for his help, but man, did they regret that decision later—thighs burning with each step, covered in a sheen of sweat, and mouth growing more parched with each trip to their place. 

Y/N can tell John is holding back a laugh by the way his eyes crinkle and his acknowledging hum. Y/N can't seem to take their eyes off of him. The way his full beard and mutton chops perfectly suit him is endearing and his eyes (you know how they feel about his eyes), the thickness of his thighs and arms— he is really fucking pretty. 

"Would you like some assistance with your spider problem?" He asks after a moment, purposefully ignoring their wandering eyes. He happened to find them to be cute. So much so, John learned their schedule and made sure to stay a couple of minutes later on base so that he wouldn't miss you coming in; If the boys knew what he was doing all the sitting and waiting for, he wouldn't hear the end of it, he's sure. And though he never spoke to them, not really, but he couldn't help but want to see the cute nurse who lived next door. Working in the military, it was hard to make connections. He was either halfway across the world or nose deep in a never-ending pile of paperwork. John's time is limited to say the least, and it's nice to see them smile or murmur a soft hello during the wee hours of the night. 

"Oh, I can't ask you to do that, " they say, shaking their head, their palms raised out towards him. "I'm sure I will be able to cope with my…situation." They smile, poking fun at themselves. 

"You're not asking, bird, I'm offering." He smiles, letting his arms uncross and fall from his chest. 

"Oh, thank God! " they sigh dramatically, "I was really, really, really trying to be brave, but if you insist, please…come in," Y/N says, stepping off to the side and opening the door wider for John to pass through. Now, this makes John laugh. A gruff, hearty thing that comes from deep within his chest. Rich like Kentucky bourbon and spicy like a freshly lit cigar—perfection. Y/N quickly shows him to their bathroom, with the light still on and the shower curtain pulled back. They stand back, away from the tub, not wanting to get closer than they need to. 

"It was crawling up the wall the last time I looked." They explain, their hands nervously clutched behind their back. They were almost able to shower and go to bed in peace. It was so close they could taste it. They watch as John steps forward, his figure dwarfing the size of the bathroom. Before looking into the tub to assess the situation, he grabs some of the paper towels Y/N had left behind. The man steps towards the edge of the tub and peers slightly downward. When his eyes don't lock onto the intruder, he scans the rest of the tub and shower walls. 

"Bird, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think the fella may have escaped."

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i hope you enjoyed this !! i was initially intending for it to be a oneshot, but i gave it a cliffhanger.

[contemplatingoutlander]

“The American people did not fall for the Left’s fear mongering over January 6th.”

--Karoline Leavitt, incoming Trump WH press secretary

What began as a strained attempt to absolve Mr. Trump of responsibility for Jan. 6 gradually took hold, as his allies in Congress and the media played down the attack and redirected blame to left-wing plants, Democrats and even the government. Violent rioters — prosecuted, convicted and imprisoned — somehow became patriotic martyrs. [...] But with his return to office, Mr. Trump now has the platform to further rinse and spin the Capitol attack into what he has called “a day of love.” He has vowed to pardon rioters in the first hour of his new administration, while his congressional supporters are pushing for criminal charges against those who investigated his actions on that chaotic day.

Trump and the GOP have worked hard to rewrite what we all witnessed with our own eyes. In order to exonerate Trump, they have lied, spread half-truths, or taken isolated bits of information out of context. But the facts do NOT support the GOP's disinformation campaign.

We must never forget what happened.

We must remember the calls to "Bring out Pence!" and "Hang Mike Pence!" after the mob erected a gallows.

We must remember that Trump further incited the anger of the rioters (after the mob entered the Capitol) with a tweet accusing Pence of lacking “courage.”*

We must remember that about 60 seconds after Trump tweeted about Pence, rioters entered the Crypt, just underneath the floor where Pence and his family were hiding. The mob was eventually only about 40 feet away from Pence.

We must remember that what happened next for Pence and his family was hours of fear.

We must remember that many of the insurrectionists were armed.

A "Mother Jones" investigation of public video footage and documents from dozens of federal criminal investigations reveals various trump supporters who went to the capitol that day armed for battle.

Not only with hockey sticks flagpoles, baseball bats, and bear spray, but also with tasers, knives, and guns.

Finally, we must remember that despite advisors' pleas, Trump did nothing to stop what was happening for quite some time--because he thought that Mike Pence, quote, "deserves it."

LIZ CHENEY (June 9, 2022): You will hear testimony that, quote, “the president did not really want to put anything out” calling off the riot or asking his supporters to leave. You will hear that President Trump was yelling and, quote, “really angry” at advisers who told him he needed to be doing something more. And, aware of the rioters' chants to “hang Mike Pence,” the president responded with this sentiment: quote, “Maybe our supporters have the right idea,” Mike Pence, quote, “deserves it."

To me it's SURREAL that Trump and the GOP have succeeded in convincing millions of Americans that their alternate reality version of Jan. 6th was true--and that Trump might have the power as president to actually turn his alternative reality version into "history."

__________________ Video & image sources for my gifs (before edits): gif 01 (aa + bb), gif 02, gif 03, gif 04, gif 05 (cc + dd + ee), gifs 06 & 07, and gif/manipulated image 08 (ff +  gg) Liz Cheney video source & transcript sources (hh + ii + jj)

[emeraldserenade]

Bb what do you think about Joaquin x CEO gf/wife reader?

(write anything you want with this pair 👀👀)

-🐞

Dream Big Dreams ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You used to play CEO with Joaquín, now you were living that life.

tw: fem!reader, wife!reader, reader doesn't speak Spanish, racist white man is mentioned, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, 🐞!! Joaquín would love his badass CEO wife!! We hit 200 followers today, so I'll have the longer story out later tonight (I just have to finish it).

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You wanted to say you grew up with this life, that you were everything from the beginning. But you couldn't, you grew up middle class in Miami, Florida across the street from the Torres'.

You knew from a young age that you wanted to run a business, you loved to play CEO with Joaquín. He was always more than happy to do whatever you told him, even when he wanted to pretend to be married and that he was a super hero. You would be his loving wife who ran a company while he saved the day, only for you two to make it back home to each other.

It wasn't a surprise that you ended up working your way through the ranks of a company until you ended up the CEO. You ended up getting the company over the old CEO's son, he wasn't happy. You just held your head high and when he came to yell at you, you already had Joaquín standing with you.

You were loud and unapologetically badass, it's why Joaquín fell for you. Even when you heard people ask each other, and themselves, why Joaquín, the definition of sunshine, were together his love for you never ceased.

Then he proposed and suddenly your childhood dreams, of being a CEO and Joaquín's wife, happened. Your parents cheered when it happened and even louder when you got married.

The ring you had was in complete contrast to what people would have thought. It was small and elegant but it was yours. Joaquín had it picked out years before you even got together.

"I'm telling you, mamá. She's the one I'm going to marry, that's the future Mrs. Torres," Joaquín told his mom one day after you yelled at a stuck up CEO at a gala. You were told by your boss that it wouldn't help your case, that if you did you would never make it, but you did anyway. You weren't going to let some old white man tell Joaquín and his mom that they didn't belong at the gala because they spoke Spanish. Joaquín bought the ring a week later and finally got the courage to ask you out almost 3 years later.

When people asked to see the ring they were expecting some big flashy diamond, and you took great joy in their confusion.

"My husband got it for me before we were even together and he was on a very tight budget. But I wouldn't trade it for the world," you would tell them with a smile.

You would always go home to Joaquín and tell him about it and he would always smile. You always smiled back at him before the same thought passed through your head.

You did everything for that little girl that played CEO with her best friend. You did everything for that little girl who loved her best friend. You were living that little girls dream and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[concretejunglefm]

Entering with a Matty soft thot that won't leave my brain.

This tweet. You've known each other for a few months and you're getting closer. Kinda flirty but nothing serious yet. You're at a friend's wedding and you both mutually agreed to go not exactly together but not with anyone else. You know he hates dancing, you've never even tried to get him to. But as you're sitting at a table and you've had no problem dancing by yourself to all the fast songs you like your favourite slow song ever comes on and Matt can see your eyes light up, he sees your fingers drumming the table a little and the way you're swaying in your chair. He doesn't know why but he stands up and grabs you by the hand, and leads you to the dance floor, you dance silently for the whole song and then as it ends you slowly kiss for the first time ever.

You get back to your table and lean into him "I thought you didn't dance?" "Shut up" as he blushes and puts his arm around your chair

back to thinking about Matthew Dierkes and Chappell's casual again

EEK!!! I adore this, bb! You don’t mind if I run a little crazy with it? 💕

First of all, the relentless teasing you’re going to do the second you see him dressed up—actually dressed up. Not in a full suit, but a nice shirt, dress pants, and shoes??

“Who are you trying to impress?” you tease when he turns up at your doorstep looking like he’s just stepped out of a catalog or a wedding magazine. He’s even gone to the effort of not wearing his cap and styling his hair, and the way it falls back when he runs his fingers nervously through it makes him look like an 80s heartthrob.

He just rolls his eyes and mutters, “I’ll leave without you right now.”

The wedding is beautiful, of course. Your friend looks gorgeous, and the groom is… well, there, I guess—but all eyes are on her. At the reception, everyone’s up dancing and having a fabulous time. You never said anything to Matt about dancing—he’s your not-date date, after all—but you don’t notice the way he’s watching you. How he tugs at his collar, looking a little nervous as he catches your fingers tapping to the rhythm of the music.

You look like you’re itching to get up again after the faster songs have passed, but you hesitate. Why, though? You wouldn’t be alone. Even during the slow songs, the dance floor is filled with strangers mingling, encouraged by alcohol and celebration. Truthfully, Matt’s starting to wish he still drank—if only for a little Dutch courage, but either way, he perseveres, deciding to go for it before he talks himself out of it.

His hand is clammy, but he hopes you don’t notice as he confidently reaches for yours, because if there’s one thing Matt excels at, it’s projecting confidence, even when he doesn’t feel it.

“Come on,” he says.

You furrow your brow at him but don’t resist as he gently guides you toward the dance floor, joining the other couples. There’s a sudden fluttering in your stomach—either he’s giving you butterflies, or that shrimp salad starter was a mistake.

You glance around nervously, but Matt draws your attention back to him with a quiet, “Look at me.”

You mouth, What are you doing? just before his hand settles on your hip, pulling you closer and your arms wrap loosely around his neck.

“Asking you to dance,” he murmurs.

The song is slow, melodic, and you sway together gently—not really in sync with the beat, but in your own little world where rhythm doesn’t matter. You don’t say another word. You just look at each other. There’s a softness in the silence, something warm and tentative, something shy.

His eyes don’t leave yours—except to flick down to your lips, watching the quick sweep of your tongue as it passes over them, and then, just as the song begins to fade out, he pulls you into a dip, making you giggle. When he stands you upright, his mouth captures yours in a soft, claiming kiss. It deepens slowly, his lips moving with yours as your hands drift down to rest against his chest, while his settle on your back—one sliding up to the nape of your neck to keep you close, to keep you from breaking away too soon. Not until he’s had his fill.

When you finally part, you’re breathless and speechless all at once, your legs jelly-like from the warmth now spreading through you, and yet, he looks calm as ever. Cool as a cucumber—except for the way his heart is hammering beneath your hand.

As you step back, he gently guides you with a hand on your lower back toward your seat. It takes a moment, but once you’re seated, you finally find your voice again. You lean in and whisper playfully, “I thought you didn’t dance.”

It’s like the magic of the moment fades just a little—for now, but even as he grumbles a soft, “Shut up,” there’s no mistaking the flicker of affection in his grin.

Being sooooo self indulgent with my choice of song you dance to because Texas and country music, but this just fits your flirty vibe 🙂‍↕️

[thebookbutterfly]

°•. Arthur Morgan .•°

Fan fiction recommendations from BB’s Bookshelf. All my favourite Arthur Morgan works in one place.

⭐️ = One of my favourites.

ONESHOTS:

🦋 Goodnight and Goodmorning [Fluff] A tired, weary Arthur crawls into your bed late at night after he returns to camp. << Female Reader, Canon Typical Injuries, High Honour >> ⭐️

🦋 Touchy: Part 1, Part 2 [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, A Smidge of Angst] Arthur is touch starved, you're the most affectionate person he knows. So why don't you touch him? << Female Reader, Mention of Abuse, High Honour >> ⭐️

🦋 Rainy Days [Fluff] It's pouring and you're soaked to the skin. Arthur invites you in and warms you up. Sharing body heat. << Female Reader, High Honour >>

🦋 Winter Cowboy [Fluff] Arthur returns cold and shaking from his ride with Dutch. You're happy to provide some warmth for your favourite cowboy. << Female Reader >>

🦋 A One Time Thing [Fluff] Your new horse throws you off, right into a damn river. Luckily, Arthur is by your side to warm you up. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Logs and Campfires [Fluff] You fall asleep next to Arthur, who's the last one remaining at the campfire after everybody else has gone to sleep. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Graphite and Gratitude [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Minor Angst] After Micah crosses a line, Arthur comforts you in an unexpected way - by sharing his journal with you. << Female Reader, Micah is an ass, Slightly sexual mentions >>

🦋 Dancing and Daisies [Fluff] Arthur and the gang celebrate your birthday with you. << Female Reader, High Honour >>

🦋 Safety In A Storm [Fluff] Modern AU, in which there is only one bed. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Cold [Fluff] On your escape through the snowstorm after the Blackwater Massacre, Arthur and you are looking for a place to get some sleep. << Female Reader >> ⭐️

🦋 The Caretaker [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slight Angst] You join the gang shortly before the Blackwater massacre and quickly find comfort in the gang's enforcer, Arthur Morgan. Even you seem to catch his eye, as he starts to flatter you with little gifts. When he flees from the O'Driscolls, you have the honour of taking care of him. << Female Reader, Canon Typical Injuries >>

🦋 The Rescue [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst] You go missing in the mountains when you were scouting ahead with John. Luckily, Arthur finds you. The near death experience gives both of you the courage for a confession. << Female Reader, High Honour >>

🦋 Drunk Kisses [Fluff] A drunk reader gives Arthur Morgan a kiss. << Female Reader, High Honour >>

🦋 A Quick Sketch [Fluff] You catch Arthur trying to draw you. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You [Fluff] Arthur realises he’s in love with you. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 Sharing Cigarettes [Fluff] You and Arthur share a cigarette by the lake. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

DRABBLES:

🦋 Jus' A Little Longer [Fluff] Arthur claims that he doesn't need hugs. You're hellbent on proving him wrong. << Female Reader >>

🦋 Treat [Fluff] Arthur gifts you some chocolate. Valentines Day Special! << Gender Neutral Reader, High Honour >>

🦋 Those Lovely Words [Fluff?] Arthur isn't the only one who sweet-talks his horse. AKA you call your horse a "good boy" and Arthur wants to combust. << Female Reader, Suggestive >>

🦋 The Stars Aren't As Pretty As You [Fluff] A short, sweet night under the stars. << Gender Neutral Reader >>

🦋 RDR2 Men As Girl Dads [Fluff] Featuring. Arthur, Charles, John, Dutch & Hosea << Gender Neutral Reader >>

[takimakiiiii]

singapore lovin’ had me a blast 

part2! to the cosmic girl records

��Cosmic Girl Records!

summary: going to Singapore to support your boyfriend, stealing Alex’s girlfriend and beefing with lando, nothing’s changed really 

olliebearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

fc!: gorgeous girls and couples on pinterest all credits go to rightful owners of the photos used below 

a/n: also the timeline and the whole universe in what these smau’s are based in are very different to irl, ollie’s in f1 already and he drives for ferrari, lewis is still in mercedes because it made more sense kind of? I’ll fill in the gaps as we go lol

disclaimer!: there may be some sensitive jokes that may be hurtful to some people, they are all there just for the humour and to make the story more enjoyable, please don’t come after me 😭

also i’m sorry for the english and french slander against lando and pierre it’s purely for humour😔 please don’t take the comments to heart

a/n: the lovely @yawn-zi gave me the courage to post the second part to the cosmic girl records, i hope you didn’t get in trouble for laughing during portuguese class! and a big thank you to @nichmeddarso who rebloged part1 with all those tags it was greatly appreciated!

here you go, enjoy!

liked by landonorris, olliebearman, georgerussell64, lilymhe, alex_albon and 3,849,383 others

unfortunatelyy/n: next stop, Singapore! btw, the sunset was a paid actor ❤️

tagged olliebearman 

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 landonorris: for anyone who asks, it was traumatising sitting next to the two of them on the flight

 unfortunatelyy/n: so bitter damn 

 landonorris: BECAUSE WE MISSED OUR FLIGHT

 unfortunatelyy/n: NOT MY FAULT 

 landonorris: IT WAS MOST DEFINITELY YOUR FAULT 

 unfortunatelyy/n: OKAY I’M SORRY I LEFT MY PASSPORT IN THE TAXI BUT STILL 

 landonorris: mhm, sure 

 unfortunatelyy/n: “mHm sUrE” 🇬🇧🤓☕

 landonorris: DIE.

 user1: NAH SHE DID HIM SO DIRTY 

user7: always count on y/n to keep an aesthetically pleasing instagram page 

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

 olliebearman: you wouldn’t be able to guess how many times she made me retake that first pic 

 landonorris: i can 🙄

 unfortunatelyy/n: BOTH OF YOU SHUSH 

 user2: does she actually have a job or does she just follow ollie around 😐

 user3: yes she has a job???

 user4: it's called taking a vacation, google it?

 lilymhe: can’t wait to see you soon bb 🥰

 alex_albon: you have a boyfriend???? me??

 unfortunatelyy/n: @alex_albon stop being so delusional you sound crazy 

 alex_albon: @lilymhe are you really going to let her bully me 😰

 lilymhe: . . .

 alex_albon: 😦

 unfortunatelyy/n: the man was too stunned to speak 😱

 alex_albon: 🖕

 user5: it’s not a y/n insta post without y/n and lily terrorising alex in the comments section 

 user6: and y/n and lando bickering like the 5 year olds that they are 

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, georgerussell64, charles_leclerc, olliebearman and 4,489,383 others 

unfortunatelyy/n: some sightseeing and exploring before the weekend with my wifey and . . .  boyfriend?

tagged olliebearman and lilymhe 

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 user1: Ollie’s officially the third wheel now 😔

 user11: a moment of silence for another fallen soldier 🫡

user2: HELP THE FIRST AND SECOND PIC HAVE ME ROLLING ON THE GROUND 

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

 lilymhe: loved exploring with you. . . and your friend!

 user3: HELP

 unfortunatelyy/n: it’s okay! he won’t be a problem after this weekend 😃

 olliebearman: 😦

 user4: homie’s traumatised 

 alex_albon: . . . it’s okay really. I’m fine. I’m fine.

 user5: not alex going through all 5 stages of grief 

liked by unfortunatelyy/n 

 user6: I can’t tell which one he’s up to 

 user5: . . . neither can i. 

 user7: she’s STUNNING, Ollie better sleep with one eye open tonight 

 olliebearman: 😰

 user8: ollie on any of y/n’s insta posts after reading the comments: 😮😰😔

 user10: literally anyone really 😭

 alex_albon: @charles_leclerc @georgerussell64 when does it end 😭 please, i’m a desperate man 

 georgerussell64: we lied 😔

charles_leclerc: it never does. 

 user9: where’s lando, it’s not a y/n post without him commenting something absurd 

 landonorris: i have been summoned. 

 user9: WHAT DID I DO 😰

 landonorris: oh so now you have a boyfriend AND a wife? 🤨

 unfortunatelyy/n: at least I have SOMEONE

 landonorris: 😨

liked by olliebearman, landonorris, lilymhe, georgerussell64, charles_leclerc and 5,728,282 others 

unfortunatelyy/n: as long as i'm with you, I've got a smile on my face 

tagged olliebearman 

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olliebearman: ❤️

liked by unfortunatelyy/n 

user3: couple goals fr 

 user5: THE FIRST PIC I CAN’T DECIDE WHO DO WE THINK WON GUYS 

 user6: y/n, duh. 

 olliebearman: unfortunately, that is correct 😔

 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s me flipping off lando in the distance in the second pic by the way 

 landonorris: i should be getting paid for taking all these yucky photos of you guys and this is how you repay me?

 unfortunatelyy/n: guys what do we think? Has being single finally hit him?

 landonorris: that’s it, i’ve had enough, i’m releasing THE video 

 unfortunatelyy/n: OH YOU WOULDN’T DARE

 landonorris: oh yes I would, watch me. 

 user1: HELP WHAT ARE THE CHILDREN TALKING ABOUT 

 user9: IDK BUT I CAN’T TELL IF THEY’RE JOKING OR NOT 

user10: this turned into a war zone so quickly 

liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, carlossainz55, pierregasly, danielricciardo and 11,749,383 others

unfortunatelyy/n: and due to personal reasons, a human by the name of Lando Norris shan't be getting mentioned in any future posts, so enjoy ✨

tagged landonorris 

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user1: SHE DID NOT HOLD BACK

user2: he’s such an icon fr 

user3: he’s never beating the babygirl allegations after this i'm afraid 😔

user4: “thank you y/n” they all said in unison 

liked by unfortunatelyy/n

 landonorris: I SAID I WAS SORRY LIKE 50 TIMES WHAT MORE DO U WANT 

 unfortunatelyy/n: i only accept apologies in cash 

 landonorris: well damn no apology for you then 

 unfortunatelyy/n: YOU’RE LITERALLY A MILLIONAIRE???

 landonorris: and your point?

 unfortunatelyy/n: i hope you accidentally eat fish the next time you go for takeout 

 user10: oop she really went there 

 unfortunatelyy/n: and i hope you realise after it’s too late 

 landonorris: GASP. HOW DARE YOU

 unfortunatelyy/n: 😃

 carlossainz55: *saves photos to camera roll 

 landonorris: wow. 

 carlossainz55: for memories, you know?

 landonorris: “fOr mEmOriEs yOu kNoW?” SHUT UP YOU MUPPET, YOU’RE REALLY NO HELP YOU KNOW

 carlossainz55: so aggressive geez 

user5: lando’s fighting for his life in the comments section

 pierregasly: lando in the third pic: UWU

 landonorris: I- SHUT UP YOU FRENCH HO HO HO BAGUETTE BABY MAN

 user8: absolutely violated 

unfortunatelyy/n: i’ve sworn to secrecy but since SOMEONE CAN’T KEEP A SECRET, i guess I can’t too. The second pic is me when i forced lando to cook fish for me, hence the disgusted face. it’s safe to say he did not talk to me for 6 months straight after 

 user6: Y/N, professional exposer 

 landonorris: HOW COULD YOU, YOU PINKY SWEARED I HATE YOU

 carlossainz55: @unfortunatelyy/n: teach me your ways 🙏

 unfortunatelyy/n: a magician never reveals their secrets, but i’m no magician so sure 

 user 7: HELP STOP EXPOSING LANDO 

 unfortunatelyy/n: never 😤

 landonorris: 😭

liked by olliebearman, kimi.antonelli, charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc and 7,483,832 others 

unfortunatelyy/n: always and forever proud of you 🐻

tagged olliebearman 

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 olliebearman: oh so that’s why you wanted that photo ☹️

 unfortunatelyy/n: sorry love! ❤️

user1: as i clicked into the notification, i thought “at last, a normal sensible post from y/n” i have never been more wrong, WHAT IS THAT SECOND PHOTO Y/N

liked by unfortunatelyy/n 

user2: a relationship like theirs, it's a need not a want 

user3: from spilling pasta on her to becoming her man, talk about upgrades 😌

 kimi.antonelli: @unfortunatelyy/n what about the photo I sent for your post

 olliebearman: WHAT PHOTO 

 kimi.antonelli: . . . there’s no photo i have no idea what you’re talking about there’s no photo ahaha

 arthur_leclerc: @unfortunatelyy/n what about MY photo of Ollie

 dinobeganovic_: @unfortunatelyy/n and mine?

 maya_weug: @unfortunatelyy/n mine?

 olliebearman: Y/N ANSWER THEM WHAT PHOTOS 

 unfortunatelyy/n: . . . there’s no photos are you crazy ahahah

 user4: the gaslighting goes hard 😭

a/n: thank you everyone for the love that part 1 got! I really appreciated all the likes and reblogs that the post got, i hope you enjoyed part 2 to the cosmic girl records universe. This part was a bit shorter than the first and I have 3 more parts that i’m working on that should be out soon. Thank you and bye for now! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

also should i make a tag list for the series? 🤔

[idunnaldwir]

Which Evanuris is your Rook most alike

This is a tag that I've had in mind for some time. Of course, it has nothing to do with writing an Ancient Arlathan fanfic. Absolutely unrelated!!

There are two steps to this madness.

Color the words that most resonate with your Rook. Count where you collected most words, and then search for the corresponding Evanuris codex and add it to the post! Add a pic of your lovely Rook as well (if you want).

Have fun and please spread the tag, of course! ♥️

I tag my beloveds; @fenrelmercar (thanku for the contribution with some of the words <3) @dellamorte-brain-worms @wickedviago (and thanku as well bb) @litchigaming, @crystalizedbloodd @br0ps @missriggie @nananarc @amellderiva @the-scarlet-rot @cosmic-kasa @grayisartist @tiri5459 @josiesruffles @notyourmamasdeerbat @fallendarkangel693

Idunn - Sylaise

It is Sylaise who gave us fire and taught us how to use it. It is Sylaise who showed us how to heal with herbs and with magic, and how to ease the passage of infants into this world. And again, it is Sylaise who showed us how to spin the fibers of plants into thread and rope.

Mythal

maiden-mother-crone, diplomacy, motherly instincts, supportive, extinguishing fires, deeper meanings, idealism, resilience, survival, fine leathers and fine silks, silver filigree, raven feathers, driftwood, the iris flower, overwhelming yet restrained power, the dark moon, ultramarine fire, double meanings - double desires, hope, the Hawthorne, undeterred belief in oneself, veiled yearning for power

Elgar'nan

the black sun - the blood moon, Patriarch archetype, possessive protection, authoritarian, hunger for power, relentless yet sometimes passive, subjective, strategic, leader, restrained emotions, tradition, heavy leathers and heavy golds, envy and desire, retribution, a fiery temper, conditional generosity, ancient ideals, consuming fire, thorny roses, wings of gold, birds of prey, domination, manipulation and temptation, obsessive, abundance

Falon'din

black waters, myrrh, dark soil, hushed sounds, white, dark side of the moon, rebellion, vanity, the fade, journeys, shadows and reflections, illusions and deep knowledge, arcane, the dark arts, immortality by looking at the abyss, owl calls through the darkness, mania, desire to be admired, the Undertaker's hands, Nightshades, easily corrupted, deep emotions, ambition and competition, onyx

Dirthamen

ravens and bears, hunger for knowledge, whispers, mercury, thick fog through pine forests, North, mountains, blacks and purples, books and libraries, deep blue ink, matters and facts, initiation through knowledge, masters and disciples, order and discipline, loyalty, delve deep, power through knowledge, know-it-all, teacher, curiosity

Andruil

the hunter's moon, fur, iron, anger, spilled blood, dense woods, swamps and dark lakes, the beating of hooves, autumn rains, moose racks, thick moss, the thrill of the hunt, courage, determination, sensual desires, will to possess, purpose, strength and clarity, bluntness, blind to nuance, restless, victory through blunt force, physical prowess and flexed muscles, strained bows, blood-red

Sylaise

harvest moon, flowers and herbs, warm bread and home, everlasting fires, tales around the hearth, healer and protector, hiraeth, the call of the home, beauty and warmth, respite and refuge, potions and balms, intoxicating scents, flower crowns and white gowns, sensuality, fertility, a large family, deep devotion to a partner, hidden devastating power, high goals, underestimated yet beloved, glory and creation, dreams come true, pink gold and apple flowers, sun rays filtered through leaves

June

creation and invention, bronze and quartz, puzzles and labyrinths, lyrium, leather and wood, smoldering embers, anvils, geometric shapes, innovation, mastery, desire for progress, technology, high tech, logic, hard work, diligence, bolts and oil, welding sparkles, practical outfits, protective gear, sharp blades, mechanic whirring, sharp logic, discovery, technical drawings, teamwork

Ghilan'nain

devotion, mystery, fearless, experimental, direction and motivation, medical knowledge, objective morals, orchids and hallas, love for animals, deeper understanding, emotional and sensitive, delicate, persuaded by loved ones, blurred lines, hyper focus, cruelty, ruthless, childish, shrewdness, flesh, blood and bones, creator, perfector, blood garnets and trembling sinews

Fen'harel

the wolf moon, pride and vulnerability, wisdom and mania, sharp teeth, furs and leathers, rebels and isolationists, planet Pluto, the great change, uproot, unearth, fixations and deep knowledge, paradoxical subjectivity, hypocrisy, eyes that see it all, silent judgement, adaptability, revenge, blind purpose, grey morality, unfulfilled purpose, ether and dreams, mournful howls, thwarted purpose, thwarted heart, Loki archetype, well laid plans that fail, sharp tongue, sharp mind