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The Most Underrated Exercise To Build a Wide Back
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Hiiii. I LOVE ur underrated softie fic ❤️ I was wondering if u could do one kinda similar but it’s friends to lovers and he’s overprotective over little things? U don’t have to use this but I was thinking things like he doesn’t want u to burn ur hand on the stove or like u sneeze and he’s fretting over u and worried ur sick? And everyone can see he’s in love but reader is oblivious lol. Thank uuuu
Little Miss Oblivious
☆⋆。𖦹°‧★ Logan Howlett x Reader
A/N: I hope you enjoy this!! I hope you find the fluff quite cute!
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It was a privilege for some to have Logan Howlett as a friend.
Inside his inner circle, he had quite the humor, he assured you he’d have your back, and among many other things, he always had the best things to say when you needed it.
Some may call it more than a loyal friendship, but all you could see at the moment was that you and Logan were the closest of friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
Of course you were oblivious to the fact that everyone knew he was truly, deeply, madly, in love with you and all you thought was that he was an annoying, overbearing best friend, who constantly treated you like a little child who can’t do things for herself.
At first, there were the little things that you thought would slide, you know? But the more he did these little things constantly, the bigger they made you feel unqualified to even do anything at all for yourself!
Like two weeks ago.
It was a Saturday morning. Well, almost the end of the morning. You overslept for the first time in a while as it was almost lunch time. You spent all Friday night till late, checking your students papers and preparing class discussions and topics for the rest of the next week ahead to give way to a restful weekend.
Because you slept late, you were most likely to wake up late. Like really late. But as soon as 12:00 pm hit, Logan, who was around the whole X Mansion, knew you weren’t around yet.
Had you eaten yet? Showered? Exercised? Anything at all? These were basic questions that Logan took seriously that one Saturday and wanted to make sure you weren’t, as silly as it sounded, dead or kidnapped!
As you were heavily sleeping and unaware of how it was lunch time now, Logan now stood by your door, gently knocking it and calling your name.
No response.
“Y/N?” He asked again, putting an ear to the door. He listened to shallow snores, relieved to hear you were just sleeping.
He slowly turned the doorknob around, quietly opening the door with another gentle knock to make his presence known.
“Darling,” he said, “Did you eat this morning and fall back asleep?”
Upon hearing his voice, you, still with eyes closed, muttered a small no, which earned a huff of disappointment from Logan.
“Come on, doll,” he said, now sitting by your bed, “I wanna make you some scrambled eggs and orange juice.”
“M’kay” you groaned, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You felt Logan’s hands on your wrists, trying to pull your hands away from your face.
“Stop rubbing your eyes, you know you’re gonna get wrinkles the more you do that.”
”Shut up, Logan,” you groaned, “I just woke up. Please.”
Logan just laughed, and pulled you out of bed to get you on your feet.
While you were heading towards the door, Logan moved in front of you, opening the door for you as you continued rubbing your eyes from the instant light of the hallway outside.
Logan’s arm was hung around your shoulder as you slumped towards the kitchen out of sleepiness. You knew you were getting some stares from other students who passed by, seeing Logan cling onto you. Oblivious to the fact that they were thinking about how Logan was being boyfriend material again for the thousandth time, you assumed they thought you were wasted somehow, needing stability support from Logan.
“You don’t need to walk so close to me, people might think I was drunk or something last night.”
“Nah, nobody’s ever gonna think that of you, Y/N,” he replied, “Everyone knows you were being a goodie two shoes and probably checking your students’ papers.” He replied, still hanging his arm over you.
When the both of you arrived at the kitchen, your hand was about to reach over for the stool until Logan quickly pulled it out for you already to sit down.
You didn’t know if it was the ‘just woke up’ morning feelings you still had or the typical annoyance you had for when Logan treated you like a baby, but you looked at him with a deadpan look.
“I had that one covered, Lo.”
Logan, already whisking the eggs in a bowl displayed a small smile on his face, “Yeah, me too.”
”Hey, lovebirds!” Storm announced her presence briefly.
You shook your head in disapproval of that nickname, knowing very well that you and Logan were only best friends. It was a clear fact, right?!
Storm, just pouring herself a cup of coffee, checked up on what Logan was making and smiled at him with a pleased look on her face. “Wanna save some for me or these all for your girl over here?”
”Oh, Ororo, it’s cool, you can have some-“
”These last few eggs from the egg carton are for this child right here,” Logan interrupted you, “She didn’t have anything to eat yet.”
”Oookay,” Storm chuckled to herself. She wasn’t hungry anyways, just in the mood for some light bantering. “I’ve gotta meet Scott now anyways. Bye you two!”
You waved her goodbye as she made her way out. Leaving you and Logan back alone again.
There was already a carton of orange juice and a glass in front of you, as if Logan had already prepared some stuff before waking you up. So you poured yourself a glass of your favorite breakfast drink and watched Logan cook your eggs.
You knew your best friend was pretty good at cooking the simple stuff like scrambled eggs, he always made them for you. But you wanted to at least contribute to your own breakfast somehow. Sometimes it just didn’t feel right for Logan to do everything for you no matter how much he insisted.
“Can I help cook?” You said, tip-toeing from the stool to see Logan’s progress.
“Just stay there. Let me handle this.”
You pouted, still watching him from your tip-toe position, which he definitely caught without even having to look up from his cooking. “And sit down properly. You’re gonna make a fool outta yourself when you fall, bub.”
You scoffed, feeling like an absolute child. “Fuck off, Logan. I’m not a child.”
“You sure look like one,” he replied now looking at you with a grin, “An adorable one.”
Before you could even reply to what you thought was a friendly yet teasing comment from your best friend, he served you a plate of his best scrambled eggs.
Just by the smell of it, you instantly felt so hungry, getting a spoon and fork and just going at it.
“So delicious,” you murmured, indulging in lunch, or very late breakfast.
Logan sat by the stool beside you, “Hey look over here,” he said in focus of your face.
You turned to him with a confused look as he scanned your mouth. You weren’t sure what he was planning to do until he placed a finger over the corner of your mouth, softly dusting crumbs from there to your cheek while you were still chewing.
“There we go,” he said, getting a raise of an eyebrow from you.
“Seriously?” You said, being interrupted from eating. “I could’ve done that later on when I’m done eating.”
Your serious look changed with a surprised chuckle when Logan, who you’ve never seen in a million years do, just stuck his tongue out of ridicule. “Whatever, darl,” he replied, “If the professor sees you ravaging an entire plate of eggs like you’ve never eaten before, I’m not saving you from embarrassment.”
“Please, as if you can’t help yourself from saving me from something somehow.” You teased, making Logan look away from you to cover the pink spots that were growing on his cheeks.
Now fast forward to today.
You were invited to a girls night out with Jean and Ororo. But they already went ahead, or actually, on time since you stayed back for an hour or two, catching up with your work and checking your students’ papers.
Logan had already disliked the idea of you catching up with the girls at a later time. He already offered to check the papers for you, despite not knowing anything about the topic you taught. He just hated to see you call a cab on your own.
“You’re not really thinking about going out alone, are you?” He already asked you earlier.
“Do you want me to come with you?” He prompted this time, with you shaking your head and assuming he’d follow you inside the bar like a lap dog and drop you off there. “I can at least drive you and I wouldn’t even have to step outta the car!”
You looked up at the ceiling, expressing defeat, muttering, “Fine!” This of course made Logan happy and relieved, turning around to get, or in other words, steal one of Scott’s cars.
The ride to the club was merely quiet as you were doing final touches with your makeup. Logan from time to time, would take glances at you, knowing how beautiful you were with and without the use of makeup.
Once you arrived at the club, Logan took a good look at you and reminded you to call him if you needed a ride home so he could come back as soon as possible, and of course to be careful.
Over the first hour at the club, you and the girls were starting it steady and still with easy going cocktails, talking about anything and everything.
Storm, being like the older sister of the group, was hard to be persuaded into drinking a lot later on with you and Jean. But you told her that Logan was gonna pick you up and might as well be picking the two of them up with you as well, she caved in… with the idea of teasing you about you and your watchdog of a friend later on.
“So when is Logan ever gonna call you his girlfriend!” Storm asked bluntly, after taking one cocktail in. She was definitely a lightweight with all her years of being a designated driver or sister/mom of the group.
“What?” you replied with a question that carried a silly undertone. “Girlfriend? What the heck are you talking about?”
“Oh come on, Y/N. What can you say about all the little things he does for you? He’s practically babying you like you’re his world!” Jean explained, taking another sip from her drink.
“I get that he does that, but it’s only a friendly and annoying thing he does to me. That’s it.. Right?” you trailed as you saw the smirks coming out of both Jean and Storm.
“Oh honey,” Storm giggles, “He’s smitten for you! And you should reciprocate! You both would be the cutest couple in school, aside from Jean and Scott of course.”
You grinned to yourself as you took another sip of your favorite cocktail, pondering about the possibility of being more than friends with Logan. I mean, let’s be honest. He is ridiculously good looking, he tells the best jokes, and he’s never given you as much focus and affection towards you than anyone else.
Before you could ponder further, Storm and Jean pulled you out from your seats, heading to the dance floor with shots for the three of you to take. Time flew fast as you were dancing the night away with the girls, taking a couple of more shots from time to time, giggling and twirling around like girls who never had the chance to party this hard.
Unbeknown to you, Logan had been calling your phone a couple of times, making buzzing noises and vibrations on your phone, which you didn’t feel since it was inside your bag. You were busy going back to the bar to get a plate of more shots.
Once there was a plate of shots on your hand, you waved over to your girl friends who waved back in excitement.
You were holding the plate with a good grip, walking towards the center of the dance floor where your friends were dancing. It was that final step toward your friends that instantly altered the course of your entire night.
It all happened so fast when you took a slip onto the floor, banging your head. Somehow the shots didn’t fall on you, but that didn’t matter. Your head was throbbing with instant pain and your friends quickly asking you questions like if you were okay started sounding like mumbles.
You slowly sat up, placing a hand on the back of your head, wincing at the pain. This time, you were able to feel a buzz coming from your bag and as you stood up with the help of your friends, you took the call.
“Hello?” you murmured, “Who’s calling?”
“Me, idiot!” It was Logan. “I’ve been trying to reach you three times, why haven’t you been answering?”
You rubbed your head, trying to ease the pain as there was another pain coming from the end of your phone, “Ugh, not now Logan, I think I’m about to have a migraine.”
There was a short pause on Logan’s end. If you were able to see him right about now, you could see his face turn into a look of deep distress.
“What happened?” He said the question in the form of what it sounded to be a command. “Who’s ass do I have to kill?”
“Um, nobody?!” You said in discontent. Logan was becoming, or already was in overprotective mode. “I just took a bad fall right before you called and my head hurts and-”
“Are you drunk?”
“God, no, Logan! Seriously? I wasn’t even finished yet-”
“I’m picking you all up now.” Logan said, sounding in a rush from the sound of the background. It sounded as if he already closed the door and was on his feet.
The phone call ended and the girls rushed you to sit down, with an ice pack on hand already, requested immediately while you were taking the call.
It felt like only a few minutes of icing your head up when Logan bursted through the doors of the club, appearing in front of you.
Once he got the story after asking how you were and how bad the fall was, Logan started calming down, turning back to his over caring mode.
"I told you to be careful! See, this is why I don't want you going out without me!”
Jean and Storm shared understanding smiles as they witnessed Logan go all soft on you.
“Oh shut up Logan, I just wanna go home,” was all you wanted to say for now. There wasn’t any place like home right now, just being in your pajamas and resting up in your bed.
“Alright, bub,” he replied, getting a hold of you and clinging your arm around him.
The ride back to the X Mansion was as quiet as it was going to the club earlier. You were resting your eyes and about to doze off in the front seat while Storm and Jean were looking out of their respective car windows in the back. Logan was just thinking about how he was gonna take care of you tonight and tomorrow while driving back home.
He felt so guilty and awful for not being around you this evening and wished he was there to save you from that fall. Though at the same time, he was starting to grow tired of doing all these acts of love without you knowing he loved you. He always knew you saw him as a best friend and he was scared you’d only see him as that.
While Jean and Storm went back to their respective bedrooms, Logan brought you over to yours and you were just ready to jump into bed until he scanned your head, holding you gently by the shoulders.
“Does your head still hurt?”
“I’ll be okay,” you promised, rubbing the back of your head.
“That isn’t what I asked, Y/N.”
You crossed your arms, getting a little annoyed with the mini interrogation. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, okay? It was just a slip, okay? It wasn’t like I fell off a cliff and somehow survived! Jesus, Logan, it’s like you’ve been treating me like a baby lately and I really can’t understand why! I’m a grown woman!”
“I was just trying to protect you!” he defended himself, placing his hands on your crossed arms.
“Who gave you that right?!”
Logan’s hands fell from your arms and found themselves in the pockets of his leather jacket. He shot you a fast heartsick look and started looking at the floor when he started confessing:
“I’ve learned that when you love someone, you protect them with your entire life at stake, and right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”
“Somehow I thought that if I did all of this, it would finally click for you one day,” he continued, “But God, how blind can you be? I’m in love with you, Y/N.”
Logan was met with your silence, still being able to process his raw confession, and thinking about what Storm and Jean had mentioned briefly at the bar, tying all of this together into reality. How oblivious and clueless were you really? You felt so ashamed of your snaps and unappreciated gestures now when it came to everything Logan did for you.
Logan turned sideways, ready to face the door heading out of your bedroom, “Look,” he said, “Why don’t you freshen up and sleep tight, okay? Come back to me tomorrow when you figure things out.”
Logan turned around, facing your door, but out of a whirlwind, you swiftly grabbed him by the wrist to turn him around. His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could utter a word, you pulled him closer, your breath mingling with his. Without a moment's hesitation, you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his with an urgency that had been building for what felt like forever.
Logan's initial surprise melted away as he responded, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you even closer. The world outside disappeared, leaving just the two of you in that electric moment. His lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and fervor, as if every emotion he had kept bottled up was pouring out through that kiss.
Time seemed to slow, the intensity of the kiss deepening as you both let go of any reservations. His hands moved to cradle your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the frantic beat of your own.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, you both stayed close, foreheads touching as you caught your breath. His eyes searched yours, filled with the same longing and passion that had fueled the kiss, and you knew that everything had changed in that single, perfect moment.
"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay." Logan teased with his worst lie ever.
“Oh yeah? How about another then?” you proposed, wrapping your arms around him again. “I think you deserve it anyways.”
“Prove it, darling.”
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Admiration☆彡
Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Drunkenness/alcohol!! Other than that all fluff. Canon-typical asshole Hangman. established relationship and mentions of introverted girlfriend - no use of y/n
Description: While drinking at the Hard Deck with his fellow daggers, Fanboy finally gets to prove the origins of his callsigns through his drunken ramblings about his (civilian) girlfriend.
WC: 1,580
A/N: My first time posting fanfiction on this account!! Glad it’s dedicated to my underrated husband <33 - on that note, I did write this instead of studying (I’m mid exams) as a form of procrastination, and honestly a de-stressing exercise type thing lmao
“Earth to Garcia?” Mickey hears as he slowly raises his head from his phone, awaiting a text from his girlfriend after the string of ‘I miss you’ and ‘you won’t believe what Reuben just said’ messages.
“Huh? Did you say something?” Fanboy responds, unsure of who grabbed his attention.
“Man, what’s even so interesting on your phone? Come on! Live in the moment!” Javy disappointedly scolded him, gaining some nods and murmurs of agreement. Majority of the squadron were sitting in a spacious booth, various alcoholic drinks accompanying them. Fanboy was squished in between Payback and Hangman while sitting across from Phoenix, Bob and Coyote while Fritz and Rooster sat at the end in seperate chairs.
“Sorry I find my girlfriend more interesting than you guys.” Fanboy scoffed sarcastically.
“Really? Doesn’t seem like she’s responding anytime soon.” Hangman joked with that bothersome southern drawl, peering over to see Fanboy’s one sided conversation. He didn’t blame you, it was late. Really late. The daggers were given a day off and decided to celebrate, not having to worry about getting up early - despite the fact majority probably would anyways.
“She’s probably just asleep, she has exams.” Fanboy defended, he didn’t want the others to get the wrong idea, that he was needy or anything. Though, it didn’t really help. But he wasn’t lying, you were mid exam week in college and were conditioning yourself to a better sleep schedule, he would probably tell you to go to sleep if you did ever respond.
“Mhm… I’m starting to think she’s been made up.” Hangman mocked, no matter how much alcohol he has - he will always find a way to push someone’s buttons. If anything, the alcohol made him more irritating. But before Fanboy could interject, he was saved by his best friend.
“Trust me, she’s real.” Payback groaned. Fanboy wasn’t surprised that he backed him up, or that he seemed so annoyed about it. Reuben had nothing against you, to be honest, he hadn’t even met you in person. But, he did have the unfortunate role of being the closest to Mickey in every outburst he had when he was away from you for too long and needed to scroll through all your shared memories. Reuben had lost count of how many times Mickey showed him his favourite photo of you two right before he got called to Top Gun.
“Really? I need proof or I’m never believing you.” Hangman emphasised, more likely bored than actually unbelieving. Mickey was attractive, both physically and personality-wise, it’s no shocker he’s dating someone. But when your foundation is being a dickhead, and you add alcohol and boredom to the equation, you need someone to annoy. Fanboy was just the easiest target for Hangman given the situation.
“Haha, no chance.” Fanboy swiftly replied. He absolutely loved showing people photos of you. Displaying you with pride, like a toddler showing off their artwork. But when it came to people in the military, specifically other men in the military, he always felt icky. After hearing too much nasty locker room talk, he really only described you and your shared experiences, keeping away from physical depictions and photos. The only exceptions were guys he really trusted, like Reuben. And it’s not even that he doesn’t trust Jake, he just doesn’t want to risk you getting involved in his constant teasing.
“Come on, you always talk about her - just one photo!” Phoenix chimed in, genuinely curious. Fanboy took a second, he was always easy to persuade when he was drunk. But, he stuck to his values and faced his phone away from Jake while scrolling through his favourites album.
“Seriously?” Hangman bluntly groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “I swear I wont actually say anything weird.” Hangman pleaded, that signature smile spread across his slightly flushed cheeks.
“No shot.” Mickey responded, clicking on one of his favourites of you. You were in a beautiful black dress with some light makeup, it was the one time he ever successfully persuaded you to go to a big party. You were smiling widely, holding onto Mickey while both of you were laughing your asses off. It was a candid one of your mutual friends took while you were both drunk out of your minds. Your hair was slightly tucked behind your ear, revealing an earplug. You were never good with loud noises or bustling groups, so Mickey bought you earplugs to colour match your jewellery. You seemed so happy, and Mickey couldn’t have been more relieved. He was terrified that he would finally get you to go out to a big party and you would hate it, so he sought to make you as comfortable as possible in the situation.
He proudly flipped his phone towards the other side of the booth, presenting you to Phoenix, Bob and Coyote while Rooster and Fritz peeked over. Just about everyone was curious at this point, they had always gotten bits and pieces of his ranting about you but never actually seen the face that matches the admiration.
“Aww!! She’s so pretty.” Bob reacted softly, trying not to overstep but also wanting to validate Fanboy.
“The dress is stunning on her.” Phoenix raved with an approving smile to Fanboy.
“I know, everything’s stunning on her.” He sighed thoughtfully. Despite the fact you were dating, he was still acting like a schoolgirl yearning over her celebrity crush. The others could only laugh at this, while Hangman just drank from his beer. He doesn’t usually feel left out due to his very extroverted and dominating personality, but this was an exception.
“Well that explains a lot.” Rooster chuckled.
“Huh?” Fanboy was seemingly brought out of his trance, tilting his head at Rooster’s comment.
“Your callsign, always wondered what warranted it.” Rooster elaborated, gaining a group-wide laugh. It was so true, he was full on fanboying over you.
His slight embarrassment to his exposure was quickly taken to a halt when his phone buzzed while Phoenix was holding his phone, admiring the photo.
“Mickey baby, you drinking responsibly or just drinking?” You texted. You couldn’t help but laugh at the seemingly millions of messages you had gotten while locked in studying - cramming - for your next exam in… about 7 hours.
Mickey chuckled at your message the moment he snatched his phone back. But, his remaining responsibility took control as he replied.
“You should be sleeping! I love youuuuuuuuuu1!1!1!! go to sleep!” He typed out, his heart sad that he knows he can’t keep you up. But, his last remaining brain cells were aware that you needed to sleep for your big exam in the morning.
“No fair, you texted me first.” You groaned, knowing he was right.
“Yeahhh but like…. I don’t have work in the morning.” He sighed, he was so excited for your exams to be over so he could endlessly bug you without feeling guilty about taking up your time.
“What’s going on now?” Hangman interjected, finally trying to weasel his way back into the conversation.
“I’m telling her to go to sleep, I wasn’t lying - she’s got exams.” Fanboy whined, he was desperate to talk to you - he was always extra clingy when drunk.
“Ooh that reminds me of this other photo.” He quickly switched up, you stopped replying so he could tell you got the message and (hopefully) went to sleep rather than uselessly cramming.
“Oh lord not again.” Reuben moaned, falling back into the seat while he had to sit through yet another rant about you.
“I took this one after the last one when we were in bed..” Mickey was swiftly cut off by some disapproving noises.
“No, no, not like that, it’s nothing sexual - it’s cute!” Mickey reassured, not surprised that his friends’ minds immediately went there.
He pulled up a photo of him lying on your chest while you were both pressed together on your sides, lipstick marks all over his face. He had about a dozen kisses on his face printed from your lipstick, and he couldn’t have been happier. He and you were both still clearly drunk - only the bottom half of your face in frame. Your hair was dangling onto Mickey while he was tucked just below your chin, leaning into your chest. Your smile was just in frame, while his was front and centre. He loved the photo not only for its contents, but also the fact that it was one of your favourites. Mickey explained to his friends the backstory, and how you never really liked seeing or taking photos of yourself. So the fact that you were only partially in frame yet your presence was one of the most significant aspects, it was perfect.
“Okay, okay, we get it - you’re an absolute fanboy. Can we talk about something else now?” Hangman complained, still excluded from the presentation.
“This is what you get for being such an asshole and taking advantage of any personal thing we tell you, Bagman.” Phoenix responded, utilising her daily humbling moment. With a few ‘karma’ and ‘deserved’ comments flying around alongside the comfortable laughter, Mickey couldn’t help but feel so at home. He missed you more than anything, and he couldn’t wait to introduce you to his friends.
“Good night baby ❤️ ❤️” you finally texted back.
“Were you studying just then??”
“I had to finish up!!”
“Yeah? Well good night sweetheart, sleep well ❤️” he replied, shaking his head with a small chuckle.
Began: 1:00am 21st of June
Finished: 2:30am 21st of June
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im on my knees begging & pleading you to make a harry potter fic of any kind 🙏🏻 hes so underrated in his own movies 💔
Oh my gosh I so agree with you and he’s so fine so I don’t understand how he’s so underrated IN HIS OWN MOVIES💔☹️ found this in my drafts, I have so many fics in my drafts that never actually leave my drafts😭✌🏽
STORM OF US



When Professor Sprout assigns a new Herbology project with randomly chosen partners, Harry Potter finds himself stuck with Y/n Zabini—Blaise’s elusive, brilliant, and infuriatingly bossy twin sister. What starts as a battle of pride and passive-aggressive tension quickly spirals into something neither of them can name, let alone control. After a tense, heat-soaked encounter in the Gryffindor dorm—one towel, one too-long stare, and one very poorly timed visit—both Harry and Y/n are left reeling, haunted by the memory of each other’s bodies and the electric charge they can’t shake. Separated by house lines but tangled in mutual obsession, they each try to forget the moment... even as they secretly relive it with trembling hands and bitten-back moans in the dark.
pairing: Harry Potter x Zabini!Reader
genre: slow-burn smut, enemies-to-lovers tension, mutual pining, Hogwarts-era, interhouse partnership, forbidden attraction
tw: MDNI 18+, explicit sexual content, masturbation (f & m), mutual obsession, accidental arousal, unresolved sexual tension, detailed body/appearance focus, emotional denial, fantasy-imagining, academic rivals, Slytherin x Gryffindor dynamic, steam-heavy tension, mental spiral over each other’s bodies, emotionally charged masturbation, light voyeuristic fantasy, internal monologue thirst, Gryffindor dorm intrusion, post-shower male gaze energy, touch starvation
Professor Sprout had assigned a new project, one that would count for a considerable portion of their term grade. The catch, however, lay in the fine print: no one was allowed to choose their own partners. Names were drawn, pairs were made, and that was that. No room for negotiation. Which, naturally, is how Hermione Granger—keen, meticulous, and eternally prepared—wound up partnered with Ron Weasley, who looked like he’d just been sentenced to a month in Azkaban. Harry had braced himself for the worst, but somehow, what he got was worse than anything he’d anticipated.
Y/n Zabini.
He barely knew anything about her beyond the basics. She was Blaise’s twin sister—a fact that was often forgotten given how rarely she was seen with him. Like her brother, she was in Slytherin. Unlike him, she had a reputation for being utterly insufferable. Beautiful, yes. Brilliant, sure. But utterly, painfully, unapologetically bossy. The kind of girl who looked at you like she was mentally rearranging your entire life into something more efficient. And now, she was his partner.
From the very first moment they’d begun the assignment—a rather complicated Herbology exercise involving the cross-germination of Venemous Tentacula with Bubotuber pus—she’d taken charge with the self-righteous air of someone who considered themselves smarter than everyone in the room. And maybe she was. But that didn’t make it any less irritating.
She hardly even acknowledged his presence. Her hands moved deftly, methodically, as she muttered calculations under her breath—half of them in English, the rest in what Harry guessed was Italian. Every so often, she’d shoot him a terse instruction without so much as looking up: “Pass me the spore tincture,” or “Hold this stem still,” and Merlin help him if he asked why. Her responses were clipped and disinterested, as if any attempt at collaboration was merely slowing her down.
“You do realise this is a group project?” Harry said finally, struggling to keep his tone civil, though his jaw was clenched tight with frustration. “That usually means we work on it. Together.”
Without lifting her head or pausing her work for even a second, she replied coolly, “I’m aware.”
That was it. No elaboration, no apology, not even the bare minimum of politeness. Just two words, delivered with the effortless disinterest of someone who had already decided she didn’t care what he thought. Harry scoffed under his breath and leaned back against the edge of the greenhouse table, staring up through the glass roof at the sky beyond—cloudy, grey, and exactly how he felt inside.
He exhaled slowly, trying not to let his irritation show on his face. What had he done to deserve this? All he’d wanted was a manageable partner, someone he could at least have a conversation with. Not… this. Not someone who treated him like an inconvenience. Not someone who made him feel like a first-year holding a watering can the wrong way up.
He shot her a sideways glance. She was still bent over the cauldron, her brows drawn in intense concentration, lips moving as she calculated some obscure ratio. There was a smudge of soil on her cheekbone, just beneath the arch of her eye. For a brief moment, Harry almost considered telling her—but then she muttered something sharply in Italian, and he decided against it.
Later that evening, after an unforgiving Quidditch practice beneath a sky streaked with gold and bruised violet, and an even more punishing afternoon spent partnered with Y/n Zabini in Herbology—a far more exhausting endeavor than dodging Bludgers—Harry finally allowed himself the quiet reprieve of a hot shower. The water came down in punishing sheets, the steam curling thick and heavy around him, turning the world outside the stall into a muffled dream. He stood motionless beneath the cascade, forehead resting against the slick stone wall, eyes closed as he inhaled the humid air, letting the relentless heat bleed tension from his shoulders and scour away the scent of damp earth, sweat, and Bubotuber pus that clung stubbornly to his skin.
For a while, he didn’t move. Just let the water consume him, drip down his spine, sluice over his chest. The noise of it was numbing. Calming. As if the heat might strip not just the grime from his body, but the noise in his head too—his mounting frustration, his confusion over her.
Eventually, he reached for his towel with lazy, half-lidded movements, dragging it over his hair until the mess of it stood up in dark, damp tufts. He wiped his face, then fumbled for his glasses—wet fingers smudging the lenses as he pushed them into place. His reflection swam back into clarity. Jaw tense, cheeks flushed with lingering heat, droplets tracking slow paths down the planes of his chest. He wrapped the towel low around his hips, not bothering with clothes yet, and padded barefoot into the dormitory, still damp and loose-limbed from the shower.
“Ron, the water’s still hot if you want it,” he called, his voice casual, almost drowsy.
But it wasn’t Ron who turned to meet him.
It was her.
Y/n Zabini stood near his bed, a stack of parchment clutched tightly in her hands, the pages slightly crumpled from her grip. She looked out of place in the Gryffindor dorm—her Slytherin tie was undone and slung loosely around her neck, the top buttons of her shirt unfastened, revealing a sliver of collarbone. Her curls tumbled wildly around her face, untamed and luminous in the dying light filtering through the windows. And for one moment—one suspended, delicate, dangerous moment—they simply stared at each other, as if the air between them had turned to glass.
“I came to drop off your half of the assignment,” she began stiffly, the edge in her voice brittle with practiced indifference.
But the second she looked at him—really looked—her words faltered, as if they had caught in her throat and forgotten how to breathe.
Her gaze dropped before she could stop it, skimming slowly over the droplets that clung to his chest, mapping the slope of his collarbones, the subtle definition of his abs, the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the precariously low towel at his hips. She froze. Her pupils darkened, mouth parting slightly—whether in surprise or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell.
He didn’t move. Neither did she.
Then she blinked—once, twice—snapping her eyes sharply to the side, her entire posture retreating inward like a shutter being pulled down.
“I—sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Her voice was quieter now, stripped of its usual venom. She turned quickly, facing the wall like it might swallow her whole.
Harry’s brow furrowed. Embarrassment prickled at the back of his neck, but it wasn’t just that. It was something heavier. Thicker. That quiet, rising pull he’d felt brewing beneath his skin around her—now unbearably close. “What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his voice more defensive than he intended as he strode toward the bed, yanking a pair of boxers from the top of his trunk. “And how’d you even get in?”
“I knocked.” Her words tumbled out too fast, like she’d rehearsed them. “No one answered. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I thought—” She hesitated. “I thought you weren’t here.”
“Well,” he muttered, tearing off the towel and stepping into his boxers with his back to her, “clearly, I am.”
There was a tense beat of silence, heavy with something unspoken. Her breath came quietly—measured, but tight.
“You don’t have to be such a dick about it,” she said finally, voice low but cutting. “I was trying to help. Be efficient.”
Harry snorted. “Efficient? Right. That’s your specialty.”
Another pause. She turned around slowly—cautiously. And there he was: shirtless, hair still wet and curling at the nape of his neck, arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the bedpost, watching her with a complicated expression that wasn’t quite annoyance, wasn’t quite curiosity. Her eyes flickered over him again—only briefly this time—before she straightened her shoulders and forced herself to meet his gaze.
“I just wanted to drop it off and go,” she said, quieter now. “I didn’t mean to… interrupt.”
He didn’t say anything. Just stared at her, studying the slight tremble in her fingers as she held out the parchment. A peace offering. Or a shield.
Their fingers brushed as he took it.
It was nothing. A second. A slip of contact.
But it struck through them both like lightning.
They flinched away at the same time, each pretending it hadn’t happened.
Her lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came. And for the briefest second, her eyes flicked over his face—hesitant, searching. She looked like she might say something else. Something honest.
Instead, she murmured, “You’re not what I expected, Potter.”
He arched a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She faltered. Her gaze slipped again, not lingering this time, but not unaffected either. “Forget it,” she said flatly, her voice sharpening like a blade being sheathed.
Without another word, she turned and strode toward the door, her retreat swift, calculated—but Harry could see the flush creeping up the back of her neck, the way her fingers curled tighter around the strap of her bag. She left without another glance, and the door clicked shut behind her.
The silence she left in her wake was deafening.
Harry stood still for a long moment, staring at the space where she had been, the scent she’d left behind curling in the air—ink, lavender, and the sharp green brightness of something wild.
He didn’t know what that had been.
But he knew this:
He was never going to be able to scrub her from his mind again.
Not after this. Not after her.
In the dim, lamp-lit warmth of the Slytherin common room, Y/n sat curled into one of the emerald velvet armchairs, legs tucked beneath her, idly picking at a bar of Honeydukes chocolate while her brother Blaise plotted his next chess move. The fire crackled low behind them, casting soft golden flickers across their skin, and the quiet clack of marble chess pieces echoed like punctuation between their banter.
“Well?” Blaise murmured, glancing at her with a glint in his eye as he slid his bishop across the board. “Is he ripped? Hot?”
Y/n groaned, tipping her head back against the chair and dragging a hand down her face. “Blaise, for Salazar’s sake.”
“What?” he shot back innocently, though the smirk tugging at his mouth betrayed him. “Can’t I be curious? You're the one who walked into the Gryffindor dorm and came back acting like you’d seen a bloody ghost.”
“I hate you.”
“Not an answer.”
She exhaled sharply and broke off another piece of chocolate, pressing it to her lips. “No, he wasn’t... ripped. Not like the dimwitted beater types you fancy comparing people to. But he wasn’t thin either.”
“So…” Blaise tapped a finger against his chin. “He’s lean.”
“Yes, Blaise, he’s lean.” She chewed slowly, deliberately. “Are you done now?”
“Not even close.” He moved his rook and sat back, smug. “So you’ve got a little crush on Harry bloody Potter.”
She snorted, nearly choking on her chocolate. “Lord, no.”
“You sure?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes were sharp. “You’ve got that stupid look on your face. The one you get when you’re thinking about someone you shouldn’t be.”
Y/n stood abruptly, brushing crumbs from her lap. “I’m going to bed before I hex you.”
Blaise grinned lazily, reclined in his chair like a king who knew he’d already won. “Love you too, sis.”
She flipped him off on her way to the dormitories, but there was no venom in it.
By the time she reached her room, the corridors had quieted into the sort of stillness that only existed in the late hours of night. The soft hum of magic laced the air, lulling the castle into something close to sleep. Y/n peeled off her uniform, trading it for a silk nightgown that clung too delicately to her skin. The fabric whispered against her thighs as she slipped beneath the cool, dark green sheets of her bed, cocooning herself in the heavy Slytherin drapery.
But sleep didn’t come.
Instead, her mind betrayed her—again.
She closed her eyes, but behind them was the image of Harry: steam curling around his damp skin, water beading down the defined ridges of his stomach, the towel hanging low—too low—on his hips. She hated how clear it was. How sharp the memory remained. The way his glasses had fogged slightly as he looked at her like she was something strange and electric.
Y/n muttered a curse beneath her breath, but her hand was already moving—slow, hesitant—slipping beneath the covers, trailing over her stomach before dipping into her panties. Her breath hitched as her fingers met warmth. Her legs shifted slightly beneath the sheets, parting. She bit her lip, her other hand gripping the edge of the mattress.
“You’re not what I expected, Potter,” she’d said.
But the truth was, he was exactly what her body had wanted.
Across the castle, in the dim quiet of the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory, Harry lay in his bed, heart still hammering like it hadn't settled since that encounter. The room was steeped in shadows, the only sound the steady breathing of his sleeping roommates. He stared up at the canopy overhead, but he wasn’t seeing anything.
He was seeing her.
That look on her face—wide eyes, the stutter in her voice, the way her gaze had swept down his body like she hadn’t meant to—but hadn’t looked away either. The way her fingers had brushed his when she handed him the parchment, how quick she was to pull back—but not before something had passed between them. Something that clung.
Harry bit down on the knuckle of his hand to keep quiet, stifling a sound as the other slipped beneath his waistband. His palm cupped the hard line of his cock, already straining against the fabric of his boxers. He exhaled shakily, letting his head fall back into the pillow, hips shifting slightly as he began to stroke himself, slow, deliberate, needing—needing—to exorcise the thought of her.
But it only made it worse.
The image of Y/n Zabini was branded into him now: her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, that Slytherin tie dangling loose around her throat, her fingers trembling just slightly as she tried to hand him the assignment without looking at his chest again.
He imagined what she’d look like beneath him.
Imagined her gasping when he pushed into her, her thighs trembling around his hips, her lips parted in something close to a plea.
His grip tightened.
He bit down harder on his hand.
But it wasn’t enough.
Because nothing was going to erase her now.
Not from his head. Not from his blood.
Not even if he came with her name on his lips.
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HOW TO START IMPLEMENTING CHANGE + STAY MOTIVATED



HAVE A REASON. It is going to be hard to start inputting change in your life if you do not even have a reason why. That reason also has to come from within, not from any other externalities (friends, school, work, family). This reason has to make you strive to be better.
If you’re unsure about your reason, write down times when you feel your happiest and when you feel your lowest, then notice any common themes.
BUILD DISCIPLINE. Discipline is the ability to be productive without hesitation or distractions. The only way to build it, is to practice it. Do the things you need/want to do, regardless of how you feel in the present.
Just remember, that you always feel better after committing to yourself.
MAKE YOUR PLAN SUSTAINABLE. Your routines and habits you want to implement, need to be at arm’s length for you. While I do believe in challenging yourself if your mind perceives that specific activity as ‘too hard’, it is going to make you avoid that task.
This is a reaction from your ego coming out of your comfort zone because it is so unfamiliar it wants to protect if anything ‘bad’ happens e.g. failure, loss of control and criticism.
Reminder, that part of you is not bad at all nor is it holding you back. It is the part of you that wants to keep you safe. For your ego to allow you to do tasks out of your comfort zone, it needs to be simple and easy. Then from there, you can build it up to your ideal habit or routine.
MAKE YOUR ENVIRONMENT INTENTIONAL. Your mind, space and the people around you need to be decluttered and serve a purpose. For your mind, avoid feeding it with an overload of information especially if you are not going to apply it. Minimise social media use and journaling instead of looking for a quick fix.
Your space, specifically your bedroom has to be the best place for you to grow. Everything in your room needs to serve a purpose, it has to be kept clean to ensure mind clarity and place intentional items around to support your goals (mantras, workout mat, water bottle, instruments).
The people around you have to support you and your journey. I don’t believe in the ‘value’ or ‘worth’ people have, but rather what you think of them. Someone could be the most overachieving and productive person ever, so they may inspire you, but what if they don’t wish the best for you? People who will support you regardless are the best resource ever.
BE FLEXIBLE. The ability to edit your habits or routine when needed so you can stick to a schedule or adapt to change is a powerful but underrated skill. Anything in life can happen, but if we want to stick to our goals, we need to develop flexibility.
The best way to develop flexibility is to try everything. For example, meditation. Do 5, 10, 15, and 20 minutes, try it in the morning, afternoon or evening, do a guided one or do it by yourself. To get flexible in a habit, you need to expand your capabilities in that habit.
ALWAYS SOMETHING RATHER THAN NOTHING. Typically during the day, we procrastinate because we want the challenging task to be perfect or we believe there’s not enough time/resources to do it.
However, just having that small progress each day is always better than nothing. One sentence is better than none, one healthy meal is better than none, 2 minutes of exercise is better than none etc.
HAVE GOALS THAT YOU LIKE. The reason so many people dislike doing their habits or routines is because it’s not stuff that’s enjoyable for them. It’s habits and routines that they got online from someone completely different.
Choose your favourite way of exercising, read your favourite books(even graphic ones!) and journal the way you want. If the steps to becoming your best self are steps that you dislike, then it is not your best self.
IDENTIFY THE WAY YOU SELF-SABOTAGE. If you are struggling to implement change, chances are there are small self-destructive behaviours that are in your routines that hold you back.
This could be major procrastination, doom-scrolling, an addiction or binge eating. You either have to completely extract these habits from your life or you can do these things in moderation.
TAKE REGULAR BREAKS. If you are being productive back-to-back and not allowing yourself to cool down, your motivation will deplete quickly. Have around 1-2 hours in your day doing anything you like.
If needed, after each task, take 5-10 minutes for yourself. However, do avoid your phone for these periods and try to be present in whatever you do here.
HAVE SOFT DAYS. Days in which you do not have to do anything hardcore or intense, and you’re just living. While yes, be somewhat productive but nothing too intense.
This can be your reset, detox or self care days, or all of them combined!
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Now I must have an Embry NSFW
Thank you lovie!! 🌸🌸
i gotchu bb 😽! this was funn hope you enjoy :)
nsfw alphabet hcs - embry call
a ~ aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
it took you by surprise at first, but he’s more touchy and affectionate after the fact. insists showers together even if the cleaning part never gets fully finished, you both are sighing in each others arms in bed regardless. gets hungry and will want to go to sleep and wants you right in his arms.
b ~ body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
when he wakes up in the morning, his shirtless nights remind him of the abs that he possess. whenever he gets out of the shower, he likes to look in the mirror at his body. that’s the thing about shapeshifting that he likes, he didn’t have to exercise to have the nice build that he has.
his favorite body part is his partner’s lips. they’re so soft and moist. open kisses is the thing he enjoys a lot. his warm thumbs can’t help but feel the soft feeling as he swipes them, lucky moments include when you accidentally dart your tongue out and poke his finger due to accidentally licking your lips from instinct.
c ~ cum (anything to do with cum basically)
your cum turns him on more than him cumming. he doesn’t mind at all getting messy with your cum. however, doesn’t want his cum on your body, he feels it’s too messy.
d ~ dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
the times he helped you look for your underwear, were all pretend. he would stick them somewhere for the times you weren’t around and he would miss you, he would cup your underwear around his dick as he jerks off. wants to more of it, but enjoys homemade tapes.
e ~ experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
before phasing, the farthest he went was second base, however he never told anyone. after phasing, his newfound attention made him pay more attention to what feels good and what doesn’t. he has a good idea of what he’s doing but he learns something new each time he does it.
f ~ favorite position (this goes without saying)
he feels it’s underrated, reverse cowgirl, he gets to feel everything. the front and back.
g ~ goofy ( are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous, etc)
in the beginning, a few giggles will come out of you from his humorous remarks, but it’s only to make you feel comfortable. he’s very in tune so he’s pretty intense and it rises as time passes.
h ~ hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)
he’s groomed. he trims before getting into the shower, he feels that too much hair carries dirt. the carpet of course match the drapes.
i ~ intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
in the moment, his words are simple but yet poetic. they make you feel good, confident and comfortable. he takes his time and doesn’t rush which adds onto the effect.
j ~ jack off (masturbation head cannon)
he really only did it if he hadn’t gotten any in a very long time which is rare but if his partner isn’t around, he does it but it’s quick. he will send videos if you request.
k ~ kinks (one or more of their kinks)
resuming during an orgasm, he wishes to do it more often, but your hands being restricted as you’re overstimulated.
l ~ location (favorite places to do the do)
wherever it happens, he will adjust. he doesn’t have a favorite but he doesn’t care as long as there’s flat surface. he does enjoy car sex.
m ~ motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
their partner helping him take their clothes off. also them making the first move almost brings him on edge.
n ~ no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything degrading. sex for him is utopia in a way, everything about it is good. turn offs is if he feels like he wants it more than you. if his partner is putting little to no effort, it will feel like a chore for him.
o ~ oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
he loves giving oral. he loves the taste, licking at someone’s soul. he doesn’t look for receiving one, but he will happily accept it. his skill is good, almost too good.
p ~ pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual ?)
honestly depends. both are very passionate.
q ~ quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)
he doesn’t mind them, but preferably, he likes to take his time and soak in the feeling and go on own pace, doesn’t like to feel rushed.
r ~ risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)
they’re down to experiment if it’s something that’s on his mind for some time, he won’t do something in the spur of the moment, he likes to think things through. taking risks are done but very rarely, he feels if it’s not broken, don’t try to fix it.
s ~ stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
he can go on and on and on and on. he lasts pretty long, there’s times when you thought he’s finished, but nope.
t ~ toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
he’s not a fan of them honestly. he would use them if his partner had some but he feels he can pleasure you better than a toy.
u ~ unfair (how much they like to tease)
enjoys it almost more than he should. the trait rubbed off on you, you find yourself teasing him like he does you, he still enjoys it.
v ~ volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
his volume is low, but the sounds in the room helps him concentrate, the sound of your small sighs, bed squeaks, the sound of skin rubbing and slapping against one another. quiet grunts and groans are heard from him.
w ~ wildcard (random head cannon)
one time he made you genuinely cry during climax. he thought he did something wrong until you told him it was due to it being so good. that’s when he started to have an idea of how good he was.
x ~ x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
its veiny and hung. it’s heavy. however, he holds himself like he isn’t, but you know better.
y ~ yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
yes.
z ~ zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
since he goes on and on, he gets tired once he sees that his partner is tired. he feels after sex sleep is the best sleep.
#twilight#twilight saga#twilight fanfiction#embry call#embry call smut#embry call x reader#embry call imagine#twilight imagine#headcanon#alphabet
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hiii!!! love love LOVE your work :p.
i just wanted to request some hairy dada gojo that just came back from the gym, & we just want paci >.< maybe we even let our bladders go just from riding his leg sleepily . idk work ur magic like always 🫧🫧
can i be 🪸anon?
a.n; dada is just a title and does NOT refer to the literal, all characters are adults.
satoru is a little sweaty and slightly red from exercising, grinning as you approach him, looking so needy for him. he lets you find a way to fit into him before wrapping his arms around you and making you sink into his chest.
it's warm and you can slightly feel the fine platinum hairs growing on his chest, adorning it as they do his arms and everything else, soft enough to make you sigh when you remember what you want. he looks at you waiting for an answer, but you're almost immobilized by the strong embrace and your face is pressed against him.
then he loosens up a little, thinking about taking you to bathe with him so you can lay down and cuddle, but before gojo can do anything you take his hand and bring one of his fingers to your mouth, sucking it calmly. "oh, paci then?" he murmurs, still holding you close with the other arm as he sticks his finger in a little further.
then you end up with him sitting and you on his lap, legs on either side of him, still sucking his finger while he rests a bit. sometimes you move a little, just to feel the hairs on his leg and a bit of relief because you're starting to feel something, but here it's too good to leave, holding back low whimpers.
however, satoru notices, as always. using his other hand to brush the hair out of your face while you lie on his chest kinda sleepy. he lets you move as much as you want, and eventually rub yourself as much as you want, with no problems even when you start wetting his lap with your piss. smiling slightly at the warmth spreading through him, listening to your relieved whimpers and sighing because it's good.
and he's still right there with you, already asleep on his lap after peeing, sucking his thumb... hm, he can stay like this for a few more minutes.
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oh of course!! welcome 🪸! // oh a very underrated dada, i think he'd be great! and hairy gojo &#^&%!! lord--- anywayy, its short but hope you like it <3
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Monster author tag
I was tagged by @regency-monster-love—thank you! The idea is to promote other monster authors and ourselves!
Link 10 of your stories and explain why you choose those particular ones.
Picking ten of my favourites isn't an easy task. I love all my stories... but I guess even parents have their favourite kids huh? Anyway, here are my favourites that I've written (in no particular order.)
Orc Reacts to you bringing back a baby - I really like this one. For a while, all I could think about was how cute it would be to have this massive Orc, all muscle and frowns holding a tiny human baby. Very much 'excuse me he asked for no pickles' energy.
You give your Orc Bf flowers - I don't like to get political when I write but, I'm always thinking about how I can normalise certain things. And I wanted to normalise giving big beefy Orcs flowers.
Monsters with Pets - I'd be lying if I said this wasn't inspired by Jon Snow and his dire wolf, Ghost from Game of Thrones. Especially for my Orc segment of this post. It'd been on my mind for a little while about what kind of pets different Monsters would have and I had a lot of fun writing it. I wanted to add a Dragon segment too, but I couldn't think of what kind of pet a Dragon would keep.
Orc Boyfriend is sad you had to go away for a little while - I think this was my first Orc POV post? I wanted to take a break from writing Y/N for a while and focus on the Orc in this post and how he would behave when you were gone. I really like how this one ended and also the relationship between the Orc and his friends.
Stretch Marks - I've chosen this post because it's really personal to me. I have really sevre stretch marks on my thighs and hips. When my parents saw them they thought I'd had an injury or something lol. Because I have sensory issues, I'm always wearing shorts so the marks are always on show. I just wanted to write some comfort if anyone else had the same insecurity that I did :)
The Other Woman - This was initially meant to be another forbidden love post... but somewhere along the line it became angsty. I had a lot of fun writing this story and the second part of this story. I normally try to avoid writing Fae because I feel like Fae are all over media atm, (nothing wrong if you write or enjoy it, just not my thing :)) but I'm glad I chose to write a Fae character instead. Good writing exercise in case I ever develop a hyperfixation... you'd be surprised how much this happens to me.
Rain, Rain, Rain - An underrated favourite of mine. I was experimenting with my Orcs having accents and I also love the way that this story ended. This was right back when I started my blog, so the writing may not be the best, but I'm still proud of it.
Orc x Gardener!Reader - In my head, I had a cottagecore style reader living in a cottage, with a vegetable garden in the long flowy dresses and the like. I didn't really know how to put that into writing, so I ended up with a gardener reader and a protective Orc who had a huge crush on her.
Travelling Orc Headcanons - I love this one because it's short and easy to read. For me, I've always preferred reading headcanon stories because I can't read paragraphs and my eyes skip over sentences, which is why I enjoyed writing this so much. I also love how the story progressed.
A Whole New World - I think this was my first post that hit over 1000 notes? Again, I like this one because it has headcanons, but also more in depth scenes that really enrich the story. Like no. 7 on this list, it's one of my earlier works, so the writing might not be great, but I'm still really proud of it!
I'd tag people but my blog is sfw :( that being said, any monster romance author who would like to join in on this tag is welcome to!
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My dear lgbt+ kids,
An underrated health and wellbeing tool is play.
When you think about playing, you may immediately picture little children - but by definition, play describes “any activity engaged in purely for enjoyment and recreation with no definite practical purpose” and those activities stay important throughout your whole life.
Why are those activities important?
Play is good for your body. Intentionally doing something just for fun helps to activate the “rest and digest” mode that is necessary to recover and heal from stress. It signals that you’re safe and helps your body relieve tension.
It’s also good for your brain. It can stimulate your imagination, visualization and critical thinking skills, which can help you build skills like resilience and adaptability.
Play can also foster empathy and understanding of others as it can help you see things from another’s perspective.
Playing can make you laugh, and laughter comes with a whole sleeve of health benefits, such as decreasing blood pressure and even improving your immune system!
Playing together can strengthen relationships. Positive, fun social interactions are important for your emotional wellbeing.
Now some of you may think “that’s all nice, but how do I even play as an adult?”. While play is a natural behavior of human beings, many adults need to re-learn how to play - it depends on your specific environment and social circles but you may feel a lot of pressure to be productive all the time and play is by its very nature not productive. So, the first step in re-learning play is to give yourself permission to just *be* instead of *do* (and that can be a huge step!).
Some ideas on how to ease back into play:
Think about your childhood. (Or if you can, ask a parent, sibling or childhood friend, that can be a great way to bring back memories!) What were your favorite ways to play back then? What did you love about your favorite game? Does any particular memory immediately give you that “I wish I could do that again” feeling? (You may not necessarily find anything that you want to just replicate as an adult as-is, this is just meant to kick-start your imagination!)
Gameify everyday tasks. Try to spot as many yellow items as possible on your commute to work. Make up a silly song about laundry while putting away the laundry. Pretend to be on a cooking show while making dinner. Do what you always do, just allow yourself to be silly about it!
Do something creative, even (and especially) if you’re not good at it. You may not think of drawing, writing etc. as playing but those are activities you can do for pure entertainment!
Moving your body doesn’t need to be purposeful exercise (and certainly not hating yourself in the gym), it can also be playtime: Do a silly little dance to your favorite song! Tippytoe, crawl, jump, walk backward.. from your bedroom to the kitchen, just for the fun of it!
Rethink toys. While it is fully okay for a grownup to buy, own and play with toys, and we should abolish the negative stereotypes about it (it’s creepy, it’s inherently a sign of poor mental health etc.) these stereotypes do exist and you may simply not feel comfortable. Luckily, there are a few toys that are generally considered socially acceptable for adults or are even marketed towards adults, such as board games, stress balls, adult coloring books, certain Lego sets or fan/collectors toys (like action figures). And when there are no judgy eyes watching, you may also have fun just playing with household items such as cardboard rolls! No need to go out and buy something!
Keep in mind that play isn’t a competition to win. You can’t play wrong - that’s the beauty of it! Just let your curiosity and enthusiasm guide you.
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
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Welcome to the awkward dying remains of bloodyhellharry
I started this blog in 2014 to dump fanart and have fun with other fans. At the time, I had no one else to talk to about my embarrassing obsession with the Harry Potter series and I was finally able to find people online who felt the same. Back then, life was easy.
Today things are different. As well as proudly holding vile values against the lgbtqia+ community, J.K. Rowling openly and proudly finances anti-trans organisations and seems to sadistically enjoy stripping a marginalised and vulnerable community of their basic rights and dignity.
Today, buying Harry Potter products, physical or digital (merch, books, games or streaming), directly shows your financial and political support of JKR's hateful agenda. It allows her to believe that she is ultimately untouchable.
But the reader is sacred, not the author. The author does not get to control your personal connection with the work or what you do with it - as much as she likes to think she does.
However, be realistic with how you’re engaging with the media. Are you making wild excuses to expiate your own guilt for buying a new illustrated edition of the books while pretending that writing Sirius Black as a minority in your fanfic counts as activism? Is a trans minor character in a videogame, and half-hearted statements that "JKR had nothing to do with the game" enough for you to forget the active damage this woman has done to the lgbtqia+ community, bankrolled by her IP? Are you being relentlessly targeted with Harry Potter products, news, and trends, and happily engaging with it, offering Warner Bros your data and your time of day?
I appreciate the freedom that fandom spaces offer - freedom to explore complex themes and our own identities through this shared connection with a story. Just pay attention to whether you’re really exercising that freedom, or if you’re inflating the pockets and egos of millionaires and big corporations by engaging with their versions of these stories.
In conclusion, read outrageous smut for free on AO3, donate to Action for Trans Health or your local charity that supports the trans community. In São Paulo, I recommend Casa 1. And don’t buy or watch Harry Potter products, get out of twitter.
If you’re not willing to do that, please unfollow.
Also, don’t repost my work, I don’t want it leaving this bin-fire of a website.
You might be looking for this
Harry Potter + The Office Comics | you can tell my age from these.
The Order of the Phoenix Portraits | (I actually doubt anyone is looking for this but I want to put it forward because I was really into drawing characters with no visual descriptions based only on the sound of their names).
Under the Whomping Willow (comic) | this is my baby.
Past Commissions
Sparknotes projects | these were all done commercially when I was an illustrator for @sparkitors. I think they changed their website layout radically and a lot of my work was relinked, you won't be able to see the series in full. Sorry about that.
Underrated Harry Potter Characters | this was also done for @sparkitors, but it got fairly big so I'm picking it out for your viewing convenience.
Werewolves sketches | potentially a nefarious contribution to the fandom?
This will be pinned here permanently, but I'll be coming back here to add or edit links as I organise them.
I don't do much of Harry Potter fanart anymore, but hopefully, the other stuff I make won't put you off completely.

Hello guys,
I am doing a flash opening for commissions because I am going through an emergency.
A few weeks ago my dad passed away very suddenly. I rushed back to Brazil and dropped everything in the UK - I had just moved to Scotland and taken a lease in a new flat.
I am not sure when I'll be able to go back to Scotland - the grieving process has been intense, and there's a mountain of depressing bureaucratic tasks to go through, and everything has been keeping me away from work.
I'm opening 15 commission slots ranging from £30-£60 (depending on complexity) to raise enough money to cover rent so I don't lose my flat in Glasgow.
To commission a piece, please reach out via email or discord - [email protected] | vitoriabas_73286
I am very grateful for any interest and appreciate your attention if you read this far.
Will draw personal commissions (portraits, pet portraits, ocs!), non-fandom stuff, or stuff from any fandom or media (make sure you send references if it's something I'm not familiar with). Would rather not draw pornography, but I am fine with nudity.
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good morning! 𐙚๋࣭⭑⋅˚♡.
i dont think people quite understand the importance of having a good morning routine. how we spend our morning sets the tone for the day and its a very important, peaceful, underrated & overlooked part of life i think we should appreciate more !! ♡
──★ ˙ ̟🎀 the importance of a good morning
gives a sense of control
sets the mood for the day
develops healthy habits
boosts productivity and energy levels
helps to manage work & schedules
improves memory and focus
...anddd much much more. i love love love mornings so maybe i'm a liittle biased but they're so overhated & have so many positive benefits we should def make use of! ♡
🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. gratitude
idk if its just me but waking up early and prioritising my mornings makes me a lot a lot more grateful for everything i have in my life. appreciate just how lucky we are to be able to even have a bed to wake up in in the morning. be so grateful for being able to see the sunlight through your window and being able to see another day. its a luxury, privilege and blessing to be alive.
🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. dress up!
getting ready is always my FAVOURITE part of the morning. "but im not going anywhere" "im just going to school" "theres no point" no. idc. why do you have to have a reason? why cant you just do it for yourself? when i look cute i feel cute & when i feel cute i feel good. dress up do ur hair do ur makeup (if u wear it) ! look good -> feel good. 💖
(🗒️🎀 note: i also have a post on looking good at school here! ♡)
🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. time management
set the perfect time for you. that revolves around the time it takes you to get ready, to travel to your destination, etc. and set that back by 30 minutes. so for example say said time would be 7am -> you'd then change that to 6:30. that way youve got the extra time to just focus on yourself and sort out your day, choose what youre wearing, eat a lovely breakfast, drink something yummy, exercise, pilates, tidy up, etc. ♡
🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. romanticism & enjoyment
id say this goes hand in hand with time management but make it so that you aren't rushing and stressing in the morning. enjoying the little things makes life as a whole so much more enjoyable. mornings often set the tone for the day, so if you have a calm and gentle morning, youre more likely to have a good day! ♡
🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. clear mind
the third sibling of time management & romanticism is definitely being able to go into the day with a clear head. dumping down all your emotions in a journal, in your notes, whatever you use & having your day clearly planned out is a massive motivator for me. i use notion since im more of a visual learner and enjoy having things laid out pretty and neat in front of me but it can be anything you like! (notes, paper, journal, etc.) this ensures you go into the day without a ton of thoughts and worries weighing on your head already before you even start.
so maybe im a little biased because i really love mornings but think about it. feeling the sun through your window in the early dawn, watching it rise and listening to the birds, having some downtime to clear your mind and just be free for a little while before chaos of life begins again. i love you and wish you the best in all you do today 🫶🩷💕
all my love 🫶🩷🎀
#it girlism ୨𖹭୧#girlblogging#morning motivation#wonyoungism#it girl#pink pilates princess#dream girl#dream life#self improvement#self care#thewizardliz#self love#im just a girl#this is a girblog#hyperfemininity#advice#divine feminine#girlhood#girly tumblr#girly stuff#girlcore#it girl energy#song jia#self image#self growth#self concept#this is what makes us girls#princess#pink blog#glow up era
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Wait do you have study tips… I’m going into my senior year as a uni-transfer and it’s sooo exhausting I’m struggling to focus + getting scared the closer I get to the finish line… womp womp
Oof, that is so real. Let me see if anything in my study roster can help. First, everyone is different and learns differently, so you should study by catering to your learning style, such as hands-on, auditory, etc. But these are some main things I've learned that can be adapted for and are generally great for most everyone.
Buckle up your seatbelts and grab a beverage; this is long.
Timers
Timers are so important! My favorite method was the Pomodoro Method, which was 25 minutes of work and a 5-minute break. You repeat that four times, then take a 15-30 minute break.
It helps to have an end goal, and more importantly, it allows your breaks to be calm because you don't have to worry about getting lost in your break and losing time. Because the timer is set!
However, I suggest not getting on your phone during this break. My best options that work for me are:
Reading a book
Getting a snack
Laying outside and lamenting of the world's woes to the trees
Having a pen and paper to do doodles
Crying
Finding someone in my house to talk to/seeing what others are up to
Falling onto the couch to lament my woes to the dog
Breathing exercises
Getting on your phone speeds up time and keeps your brain in a different mode; it makes it harder to get off and get back on. Ruins the whole study set up you have.
Timers are my best friend because I would stress over breaks, that I would get distracted, or I would spend my entire break looking at the clock to make sure it wasn't too long. I also had a great time with the 25/5 method because it was just long enough but also bite sized so I didn't feel overwhelmed.
Note Cards
Note cards are your friend! Use so many note cards. Scare people with your note card usage.
Note cards are helpful for a few reasons.
Writing. Physically writing things down engage more of your brain, you're more likely to remember!
Personal study. This can be so versatile for when and where you look over terms or ideas.
Friend Study. I loved going over flashcards myself until I felt pretty confident and then having someone go over them with me. The added human connection helps you enjoy your time more and not isolate, as well as not flippling them over too soon. It makes you realize maybe you didn't have them as memorized as you thought.
Versitility of note cards is great, you know you can just write all kinds of stuff and just paste them to the wall? 10/10, love to do it. This is a huge memorization thing, but paste it where you see it!
Write It On The Wall
On pasting note cards everywhere, if you are specifically memorizing passages of literature or conceptual ideas, write it down on your mirror. I had to memorize a poem and I pasted it on my mirror and had to say it before I got in the shower and after I brushed my teeth. You see it all the time, but add it into your routine of that place. If you put it on your door frame, say it before you leave the room/house. This is an underrated study habit that I use all the time, even outside of school.
Food: You Have Got to Eat!
Eat! Eat breakfast! Have a snack in between Breakfast and Lunch! Eat a full lunch! Have two more snacks before Dinner! Have a good Dinner! Eating is V i t a l.
Also knowing how your body reacts to foods. People are now calling this intuitive eating, but knowing what fuels your body is important. For example, I didn't ever drink coffee in the morning, I saved it for after lunch. I didn't know why then, but drinking coffee actually relaxed me; it also settles my stomach. So I waited until after lunch to settle my stomach and have a little "you made it to lunch!" treat. I would instead drink black tea in the morning and then green tea with a snack.
The moral of that story is that beverages are very important. Lots of water too! I suggest something with a straw because you can just keep it on the table and I would accidentally drink all 40oz without realizing simply because I was playing with the straw and was drinking at the same time.
Don't just eat sugar. I know everyone hates to hear it, but it does actually affect your mood and study ability. Sugar is for later, have it, eat it, love it, but not in the morning and not a lot. There are a few foods I would suggest for brain boosting:
Berries
Cheese (i fucking love cheese sticks bro they are 876754/10)
Eggs
Greek Yogurt (filling and great for your gut)
Smoothies with leafy greens (my mother was the Queen of smoothies at 7am every day that I used to get too and that shit helped so much in the morning I swear)
Vegtables! Everyone hates on them, but throw some seasoning, get a dip, and pair it with some meat. Make your own tiny charcuterie board if you need. Cook them, roast them, boil them. I don't care; just eat your veggies.
People often forgo body health when thinking of studying, but making sure your body is fueled and given proper nutrients is going to help you way more than any hyperspecific perfect study tip from some middle-aged so-called researcher in Winsconson. Just so you know, people can slip in studies that have no meaning and are a joke. Cross-check even your "scientific journals".
Place
For the love of god, do not do all of your work on your bed. Your bed is for breaks and sleeping, not studying. Your brain needs to differentiate place. Do it on your desk, your kitchen table, your floor, for all I care. Get out of your bed. Brush your hair and move. If it's a nice day, go outside. Don't you have an outside table? Get a blanket; picnic time.
If you are a library person, go to the library. If you aren't, stay at home. I personally did some of my best work in a busy tea shop on my campus because I was used to working with noise and people. The library is too quiet and still for me. Don't let people tell you the library is the only choice if you don't like it. Do it in your home, the public park, a coffee shop, or the Student Union during lunch hour if you have it. Or go to the library if that's best for you. Try different places! Mix it up! Go to all of them! Go to multiple places in one day! This is your life study at the dog park with no dog if you just wanna see some dogs, studying is not for the weak.
Treat studying as important as Don Quixote took Knighthood. You may look crazy, but you are free. More importantly, your brain is learning.
Hands-On Learning: It's Not Just For Preschool
I had this one class where our exams consisted of multiple choice and the dreaded essay. The professor would give us three different essay prompts and not tell us which one the exam would be on. She would only give us a paper that had a basic history essay outline on it. It was like russian roulette but more stressful. A full five page essay no notes, no nothing, just the ol' brain.
So what I did is I filled out every essay prompt according to the outline I knew we would have, printed it out, and spoke them all aloud while walking around the kitchen for hours. I would do a full: "Introduction, hook: the Egyptians believed the best thing you could do in your life was die".
Just writing and reading is not enough or, like, interesting. Make songs and do a dance routine while your own voice reads off memorization topics. (I have done a few voice notes, don't knock it till you try it). Make it fun and different when you can, it helps your interest, your ability to focus, and memorization. Don't think studying is just typing and reading it over on a screen. Sure, type out notes, but print them and walk around with them. Annotate your own notes. Make a seek and find with your terms and definitions. Create joy where you can; you'll have more fun and remember more. You are grown in college, take yourself on a field trip. It's your life. Find professors and ask them random questions, grill them, they love it just trust.
Reading: Annotation and Other Gifts Straight From God Himself
Annotation is a life saver, a game changer, literally have not once looked back a day in my life after annotating.
I've annotated many different ways, but I've found that for school, the best way to focus on speed and efficiency is with a pen and one singular highlighter. If you struggle with attention or distraction, I do not want to see you with an array of five highlighters for different topics. You, I, and Mary Mother of Jesus, know good and well you are going to get distracted with the colors and forget what you were doing and focus more on color coding than actually reading.
If it is a shorter article, first speed read the whole thing before even thinking of using stationary. And I mean speed read, finish it, and have no confidence on who, what, when, where, or why. You just need to become vaguely familiar. Then the second time you actually read it, and if it's a long text (40+ pages), just start with this, hold your pen while reading.
Circle words you don't know and immediately look up definition, write it down, and continue. Underline and arrow what you think are defining parts of the text. On the side, make sure to write the topic. If a character is getting murdered, write murder scene on the side. If a new theory is being discussed, write piaget - development on the side. You are annotating to look back too, not just write down. Think of your poor future self. What would they think if you just wrote down "wow" on the side? Wow what?
Vagueness is impractical. Be blunt and clear.
Use a highlighter to get those real important bits. Such as, if there is a sentence that is obviously some type of thesis or object statement, highlight it. Think about you going in blind in two weeks looking it over, and seeing highlight of a sentence that makes no sense without context. Ridiculous. Highlight things that give context, not things that need it. Those other fun sentences are for underlining with a pen.
If you are reading a chapter book for school, write a quick summary at the end of each chapter. And, if you really want to do something with some umph, write two to three questions you have over the chapter. Even if you don't really have any. Find some, make something up. The act of trying to think critically about a text allows you to remember it more. Make discussion questions if anything, keep them open ended if you want, create something to talk about. If you can do that, you understand it. Don't let me see you pulling a "why was the mom mad?" when it was clearly stated her son trashed the house. Be real. Write something interesting or not at all. Don't waste your time with that.
Organization
It doesn't really matter how you do this, it's different for every person ever on the face of the earth. But try and make yourself organized. Keep all your papers. Have a folder for each class. Keep a binder. Don't throw away things until the semester is over even if you don't think you need it, if the professor/teacher went to the trouble of printing it, keep it.
Note Taking
This is also a big one. Honestly, if you can, handwrite it. I've done typed notes, and it doesn't hit like handwritten notes. The cornell method is great.
A big one for me is if the professor provides PPTs before the lesson, print them out. Use the ppts to write your notes on. Why write the power point slide bullet points when that's already provided? You want to write down what the professor is saying. People always told me that but I had a hard time doing that without the context of the slides. So, I would print the slides out and write on them. If I didn't have them or the professor posted after, I would section my notes by labeling the slide number at the top. Works like a charm.
Colored notes. My favorite is a multicolored pen. One pen, four colors. Amazing work in pen creation. A big help for discussion-based classes is keeping color codes on notes by:
Teacher Said
Classmate Said
I said
Helps a ton. It feels silly at first, but this is one of those just wait till later tips that needs to marinate. Do it consistently, make it a habit, and it'll work wonders.
Conclusion
That's what I can think of off the top of my head, and my go to study things. I am just outing myself as a huge nerd and perfectionist with this essay of an answer.
I think always remembering why you are doing something is helpful. Look at your end goal. Sometimes, mine isn't anything but "I wanna be better than everyone else," and that's valid (I say about myself). But don't think you have to have some grand reason, but have one that is important to you specifically. Do you just want to have a degree? Perfect reason. Do you just want to learn about something? Perfect. Are you proving a point of some kind? Amazing. If you focus on the here and now, it will get overwhelming. Sometimes you gotta get out of your now bubble and stretch out. Give yourself perspective.
I hope at least one of these tips can help!
#asks#school#study tips#studying#womp womp indeed#i feel like that every day#maxed out hours is not fun chat#but you do your best and thats what you got
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underrated thing about wang baoxiang is how utterly pathetic he is. intentionally provokes his brother every time they interact because having esen be mad at him for something he did on purpose is easier than being vulnerable and then is like how could esen think i hate him :(( goes around rolling his eyes at all these Idiots who don't consider the Needs of the Common Folk and then gets grossed out whenever a servant dares to speak to him. constantly thinking about Hot Men Exercising and how much they all want to fuck each other probably. hasn't emotionally matured past the age of fifteen (he is twenty-three). thinks of himself as a Character instead of a person so much that he gets surprised whenever the things he did for their narrative significance have actual real consequences. while being quite literally haunted by a specter of his own guilt is like hm what could this mean. well time to not sleep for another 36 hours. kills people and then throws up about it and then goes off to kill more people because surely this is the one that will fix everything right. wants to be punished for what he's done because it's the closest he can get to admitting he feels remorse. looks for his brother everywhere but only ever finds himself.
which of course culminates with him stalking miserably through the hallways looking for someone to be mad at because there needs to be someone else responsible for making his life suck but there isn't anymore because no one has power over him anymore. and he can't go back but tries to convince himself that he doesn't want to because he also needs to see himself as being In Control of Everything That's Ever Happened to Him. he wanted it all along and he likes it here actually. and he won fratricide chicken and got himself tortured and tried to show mercy and did every evil dishonorable thing and now he just has to live with it all forever. loser!!!!
#the radiant emperor#wang baoxiang#his ass is NOT healing and moving on#that scene where he tells esen oh i bet all your strong warriors would love to have sex with you. i bet they're gagging for it. like okay.#wanting to fuck ouyang so bad it makes him look stupid#and there's something to be said about how the feature he notices most on the honeypot maid is her dimples#didn't even mention the tainted blood of it all. his very conception was something Wrong and Unnatural and he's going to make you regret it#the vacillating between well it's the system that's bad i'm exposing the badness of the system. and actually i am uniquely evil and deprave#and the system is good which is why i am opposing it. when really it's all about esen and everything else is just posturing#ouyang killing esen as the culmination of his lifelong tragedy while wbx kills esen because he wanted to Win.#which is also the culmination of his lifelong tragedy#ok last thing. so much of his relationship with the third prince consists of deliberate retaliatory cruelty#because they have the same personality and coping mechanisms
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day 31 of @hprecfest - most recent fic you loved
First Watch of Night by @tackytigerfic - E, 274k, 2024 (completed, posting as a WIP every two days, on chapter 14/21)
Harry Potter defeated Voldemort at the Battle of Hogwarts on May 2nd, 1998.
But what if he didn't?
Excerpt:
“Every single time your magic sparks off Potter’s, you could be eroding the edges of the world,” Draco said. “Though I suppose there’d be no Voldemort if the very fabric of our universe is destroyed. Excellent approach to victory from Team Reckless.”
Harry hadn’t hit anyone in years, probably not since fighting with Draco himself, in school, but he wanted to so badly that he could feel the hopeful tingle of it through his palm, out into the fingertips and collecting in his balled fist.
Interrogate the feeling, Bill would say if he were here. Let yourself feel what you need to feel. Harry suspected “let yourself embrace the violent desire to punch Draco Malfoy right in his smug mouth” was not quite what Bill meant when he had gone through those mindfulness exercises with the troops last month.
“Do you know what it’s like?” Harry said, pressing his hands flat against his own thighs, bearing down into the shifting muscle, grounding himself. It felt strange to be so close to Draco’s restless body. “Being me, I mean. Do you know what it’s like?”
“I don’t even know how to answer that,” Draco said. His colour was high in the spill of moonlight, throat swallowing convulsively. “Of course I don’t.”
“Just imagine,” Harry said quietly. From next door came the low sound of laughter. Malfoy had made it to bed, then. “Imagine being in pain all the time, constant low-level pain from all the Occlumency. And all the fighting. Years of it, Draco, years and years.” Under his palms his thighs felt tense. “I’m so tired.”
Without letting himself think about what he was doing, he shifted sideways on the bed and flopped down to lying, stretching his legs, letting himself sink into the mattress. Draco’s pillow was cool and firm under his hot cheek, and he closed his eyes. After a moment he felt the bed shift as Draco wriggled back down so he was lying too. The pillow under Harry’s head dipped with the added weight of Draco’s head, and he kept his eyes closed.
How do I even start with this fic, which I'd been hearing about for two years and looking forward to for longer, and which I FINALLY got to read (and even better, to beta!) this summer?? First Watch of Night is epic in length and even more so in scope; the worldbuilding is incredible, the characters are all fully-formed - flawed, but so very loveable, and at the heart of it all is a Tacky trademark love story, so deeply-felt that it'll stay with you long after you finish the fic. Plus... Multiverse! Angst! Pining! Draco and Harry getting to know their counterparts from another (maybe familiar...?) universe! Ex-friends to enemies to maybe-friends to lovers! Sharing a room! Spy Draco! Fencing! Rosie, Harry's gorgeous goddaughter! Multiple POVs! Action scenes! Sex! Wolfstar sex! (Brief) Romione sex! Other-Drarry sex! Look, this might not be the most polished rec of all time, but if you've read any of Tacky's fics before you'll know what they're about. And you'll probably already understand why I'm raving about this fic. So go, get started now, and you might just catch up with posting in time for the epilogue! (assuming you read faster than i do)
If you read it, and especially if you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3
day 1 - first fic you remember reading
day 2 - a fic rated G
day 3 - a fic not on ao3
day 4 - a comfort fic
day 5 - a romantic fic
day 6 - a fic for a ship you don’t normally read
day 7 - the best of your OTP
day 8 - a fic that was recced to you
day 9 - a WIP
day 10 - a fest/event fic
day 11 - an underrated fic
day 12 - a fic from your favourite author
day 13 - a rare pair
day 14 - a fic rated T
day 15 - a fic over 50k
day 16 - a podfic
day 17 - a fic that makes you cry
day 18 - a fic that makes you laugh
day 19 - fanart
day 20 - a fic with fanart
day 21 - a fic rated M
day 22 - a series
day 23 - a crossover or AU fic
day 24 - holiday (vacation)
day 25 - holiday (national holiday)
day 26 - a fic under 5k
day 27 - a smokin' hot fic
day 28 - a fic over 100k
day 29 - a fic rated E
day 30 the fic on tbr list i'm sorry i skipped there are just too many and it actually only sparks guilt
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saw the previous bra related ask and would like to pop in to say that bras aren’t usually (and for most of history weren’t) used as tools to sexualize bodies with boobs! plenty of cultures and time periods had similar garments, like corsets, that provided support for the chest. Especially important for people with large chests to take weight off their backs and do more work holding em up. Also. Increased nipple protection, which is nice and honestly for me the only reason why I continue to wear them.
Like the other persons experiences are totally validand obviously no one should have to wear a bra (I’m gonna get top surgery because everything about the bra situation gives me dysphoria) but idk I like clothing and am an ardent defender of traditionally feminine clothing and I honestly believe more people should get in on bras. Like they’re expensive but also immensely practical pieces of clothing. Underrated, even.
Compleyely agree. The only thing I have to add is that depending on the size and shape of your boobs, bras might be more or less uncomfortable to wear, and I encourage everyone to experiment. Try going outside without a bra, try a cupped bra, a wired bra, a training bra, a sports bra, or even a binder! There's so many different options, and there's no reason you should be walking around feeling uncomfortable to meet with society's expectations of people with boobs.
Hell, if you have breast tissue and you're not afab or on estrogen, why not try a bra? They can be super supportive, and makes exercising and even daily tasks easier.
tl;dr: Try out different things and find what makes you most comfortable
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need your thoughts about i feel you linger in the air i love reading your answers so much 😭
hiiiii nonnie (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
oh god i cannot wax poetic enough about this series. to this day it's still my favorite bl series of all time and i do in fact fear i'll be lingering in the air forever.
i guess today i should talk a little bit about my beloved KHUN YAI or more specifically how BRIGHT RAPHEEPHONG played KHUN YAI!
One of my favorite thing about IFYLITA is how they have adapted Khun Yai to give him an well rounded personality. His character is more well defined in the series than it was in the novel because Series!Yai had a dream, he had plans, he had goals, his fated meeting with Jom has brought change upon him and his household.
And Bright played Khun Yai with the most consideration to the character. I think he really understood the character Khun Yai and the homework he did absolutely paid off because I was completely swept away by Bright as Khun Yai. I couldn't see any traces of his past lakorn roles/characters in Khun Yai at all. It's as if he's transformed himself into a separate character solely for this series.
As a lakorn watcher, I think the first detail I picked up from Bright as Yai was his diction. I feel like diction is an (underrated) make-or-break element for the believable-ness of a character that typically BL audience wouldn't comment on (but also understandably because many BL audience discussing in English internet spaces are often non-Thai viewers). But because I'm nosy and I like spying on Thai lakorn audience, I'm grateful to see many talks and discussions on diction, especially for their period/historical lakorns. Bright got the diction right down to a tee and he really gives off strong khun chai/suphapburoot (gentleman) vibes through his diction.
And I promise like diction has nothing to do with whether the actor has a low-pitch voice or a high-pitch voice. I feel like even for Tor Thanapob who has a mid/high-pitch voice, he played this gentleman character perfectly through his portrayal of Khun Phra in My Cherie Amour.
Khun Yai was special because Bright was able to deliver his dialogues at a moderate, controlled pace, not rushing through his speech. Bright even attended a workshop to help with his speech because irl he was speaking too fast and unclearly. He would also do mouth exercises (a,e,i,o,u etc) while driving to adjust his pronunciation.
You can also feel that Bright's voice is well-modulated and controlled as Khun Yai with very subtle and sophisticated vocal nuances to deliver his emotions instead of an exagerrated delivery you may often seen in lakorns. I remember him telling the story of him using his "Khun Yai" voice even when playing video games with friends in real life to get used to that voice.
NO BUT JUST EVERY LINE THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH MY GOD. Like I thought long and hard before about the believability of this character and I could only come to the conclusion that it can only be because of Bright's immaculate line delivery in combination with those loving gazes that got me squealing every time Khun Yai says something loving to Jom.
Another detail is Khun Yai switching between slight local dialect used with him family and servants around the household but at times speak in the dialect that Jom can understand... Of course, this is probably an intentional choice of director/screenwriter but to execute that clearly isn't easy at all and can be a challenge for many actors.
Bright said he practiced everything from walking with hands behind his back to the getting the posture right. And it's all of these tiny details that Bright had to put in the work for Khun Yai to come alive so vividly in the series.
so yeah... bright did a LOT of his homework (literally)... he understood the assignment... he came and served so hard as khun yai... to the point where i feel like whoever playing this kind of khun chai/suphapburoot character in future historical/period bl series are gonna have a hard time beating the position yai holds in my heart.
TLDR: I LOVE BRIGHT as KHUN YAI!
thank you for waiting for this response from me nonnie. i actually planned on writing about something else but then i changed my mind and then i got pretty busy with irl stuff. and i finally took some time out today to wax a bit of love for my beloved khun yai because i miss him even more since we got the trailer for memoir of rati.
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