#Anyway i hope this helps anon. Have a lovely week💕

[arson-09]

Heyyy, i saw your post about Blake Lively vs Justin Baldoni and stuff and I was wondering where you got your sources for your info?

Honestly, I'm kinda leaning Baldoni's side solely because Lively has a history of doing a lot of bad things (wedding at a slave plantation, being rude to interviewers, and imo, really undermining the DV experience of a lot of victims with her team's marketing — allegedly, her team took over the marketing and kinda sidelined baldoni) but at the same time, I am scared that I'm part of the like the misogyny group, ya know?

Like i don't wanna be those victim blamers and stuff but i genuinely cannot believe what I have heard so far (both on baldoni and lively's side) because I'm so skeptical of like my own thought process and whether this is internalised misogyny so I wanna know more just to see whether it really is my own bias like against lively or baldoni.

So I wanna know like are there any articles or anything to read up on to be more informed about all this? Feel free to not answer this btw

I did some quick skimming over livelys claim and baldonis lawsuit (im a busy busy gal so i couldn’t read completely) but a video i watched by a youtuber called Swiftologist talked about it from a journalist perspective and explained the smear campaign and the lawsuit. Especially the Smear campaign as that has a LOT to do with the current attitude towards Lively. His video about the Baldoni lawsuit does not go deep into Baldonis counter arguments but he does explain why the suit is likely to fail and how its not disproving anything and is trying to misdirect.

I can tell your not being malicious (and you acknowledged it) but bringing up Livelys ‘past’ does play into the ‘perfect victim’ mentality. Im not a blake lively fan but i don’t believe that any minute transgressions she has committed means she can experience harassment from anyone. Once you dig into the actual stories, Livelys claim the NYT article and Baldonis lawsuit you can see theres a clear divide between Lively and Baldoni that does not paint baldoni well.

I hope i can help a bit with your research :D Its really important to do your own research and find multiple perspectives as things are super muddled these days.

[danikamariewrites]

First wanted to say I love your stories they are amazing! If possible, I have a request for a xaden x reader that’s preferably fluff. The reader is in the same quadrant as xaden but they aren’t super close. The reader gets hurt and Xaden takes them to the infirmary but the reader starts to freak out because of fears of needles/blood (maybe an anxiety attack?) reader tries to hide it because they are embarrassed but Xaden notices anyway and tries to comfort them. :)

Squeeze My Hand

Xaden x reader

Notes: thank you for requesting this anon bc I’ve been struggling for weeks to write and this gave me my spark back. this was the first thing I’ve finished (happily) in weeks💕

Warnings: blood, stitches, injury, and needles

You couldn’t look down. You’d pass out which would make everything worse. It’s bad enough you can feel the blood seeping down your thigh. The last thing you needed was to see the liquid along with the gash.

Taking deep breaths you laid at the bottom of the Gauntlet, thinking about where you misstepped.

A pair of strong arms scooped you up, helping you to stand. Looking up you see Xaden Riorson’s dark eyes roaming your face. Worry set in on his features, wondering how you’re staying so calm in a situation that would have anyone else writhing on the ground.

“I’ll take her!” Xaden calls out to the Leader. You hadn’t heard a word anyone said in the last five minutes with the adrenaline and blood rushing in your ears.

“Can you walk?” He asked softly, taking you by surprise. “Kind of,” you mutter as you study the color of his eyes. The darkness of them holds the littlest flecks of hazel and gold, making them look kinder up close.

Getting to the stone stairs leading up to school you let out a huff. Without hesitation Xaden picked you up bridal style, careful of the still bleeding gash on your thigh. You suck in a harsh breath at the stinging sensation running up your limb.

“Sorry,” Xaden murmured.

He slowed his pace to not jostle you around as much. Even when you got to the top of the stairs Xaden kept you in his arms. He was warm and gentle with you. The initial shock of your injury had you too occupied to wonder why Xaden was helping you.

Even though you’re in the same Quadrant you rarely talk with Xaden. Like every other girl with eyes at Basgiath, you found Xaden attractive.

As he gets closer to the infirmary you subconsciously grip Xaden’s shirt. Your fist begins to shake, knuckles turning white.

Xaden looks down at you, noticing how bad you’re trembling. The color drained from your face as he pushed through the infirmary doors. Your eyes watch the move of every healer as Xaden places you on an empty bed.

You keep your gaze from the wound, knowing the sight of blood makes you nauseous.

One of the senior Healers comes to inspect your cut, gently moving your leathers to get the full scope of your injury. “You are going to need stitches. I’m going to cut your pants and then clean you up.”

You nod wordlessly at her, your eyes screwed shut. You had hoped that you would not need stitches. Needles are a big fear of yours. You never wanted one near you whether it was to help or harm you. A wild fear to have as a dragon rider, honestly.

Xaden’s hand covers yours, now fisting the sheets. You jump as he softly squeezes your fingers. “What’s wrong?” You open your eyes for the first time since the healer looked at you.

Taking a deep breath you give Xaden a reluctant look. Your cheeks flush bright red in embarrassment. Good Gods, how do you confess your stupid fear of needles to one of the toughest people you know. “Y/n, it’s ok. You can tell me.” Xaden reassures.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me.” You say sternly. Xaden holds out his pinky, “I swear I won’t.”

You give him a small nod. “I don’t like needles. I’ve never had stitches before and I’m terrified.” You hold Xaden’s stare for a long moment. Xaden gives your hand another reassuring squeeze, folding between both of his hands. The roughness of his palms rubbing against the smoothness of the back of your hand felt comforting.

“The Healer will put some numbing salve on your skin. It takes a few minutes for it to work, then you’ll barely feel it. And if you can, squeeze my hand if it hurts.” You blink at Xaden, surprised he is being supportive.

“Thank you,” you murmur, looking down at your lap. The Healer comes back with the supplies and starts applying the salve, just like Xaden said. When you saw the needle you tensed up, your eyes as wide as saucers.

“Relax,” Xaden whispers. Your eyes water as you look at him again. Xaden sits next to you, wrapping his arm around you, letting your head rest on his shoulder. The needle pricks your skin, the Healer working quickly.

You feel the needle every few passes. You squeeze Xaden’s hand, praying this ends soon.

“All done.” The Healer says, covering the stitches with a bandage.

Xaden gently kisses the top of your head. “Good job, y/n/n.” He whispers sweetly. A furious blush rising to your cheeks.

[httpvomitello]

hey stunner

I’m the anon who requested Peter x insomniac reader and it was so cute, actually had me giggling and kicking my feet reading it🥹

I don’t know if you do part twos but if you do could I please request a part 2 fic for when Peter and reader wake up and it’s a slow morning and they make tea and coffee together and reader teases him about his horrific bedhead, bonus points if you could include Tony’s reaction to the whole ordeal

thank you and have an amazing rest of your week💕

aah, reading these comments puts a huge smile on my face, no joke ☺️☺️☺️ I usually don't do a part 2 (unless I'm really inspired), but since I enjoyed writing this Peter fic and since I thought their relationship was super cute, and of course, your request too, I decided to do part 2. I hope you like it ~ ♡♡

Mornings Like This .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: After Peter Parker walked across the compound half-asleep to cuddle you back to sleep, the next morning is all slow smiles.

peter parker x f!reader

(Part 1)

You woke up to the feeling of warm breath against your shoulder.

And then—movement.

A small shift, a lazy groan, and suddenly Peter’s arm tightened around your waist like his body remembered your warmth before his brain even turned on.

You smiled to yourself, letting your eyes flutter open.

Sunlight leaked in through the crack in the curtains. Peter was curled up behind you, his face half-buried in your pillow, lips barely parted, his curls going in every possible direction like he’d been dragged through a tornado in his sleep.

“Good morning,” you whispered, turning slightly.

Peter groaned again.

“Not yet,” he mumbled, eyes still shut. “Still sleepin’. Come back in five to seven business days.”

You laughed, soft and quiet. “You snuck into my room like a sleep-deprived ninja. You don’t get to complain now.”

“I didn’t sneak,” he yawned, cracking one eye open. “I was summoned. By the voice of your AI overlord.”

“Oh please...”

Peter shifted, stretching his long limbs in all directions before flopping back against the pillow dramatically. “What time is it?”

You squinted at the clock. “Almost 9.”

Peter blinked. “In the morning?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Parker. 9 in the morning, don't tell me you're scared because you slept with me. Come on... You’ve seen worse.”

“I haven’t seen anything worse than your dad at 9AM before caffeine.”

That made you laugh harder. “Fair.”

Peter finally sat up, rubbing his face, hair sticking up like he’d just electrocuted himself. He yawned so wide it made you yawn. And then—

“Damn.” You grinned, fully sitting up now. “What happened to your hair?”

Peter frowned. “What?”

You grabbed your phone and flipped the camera to selfie mode, holding it up. “See for yourself.”

Peter blinked at the screen, then let out a very genuine, very tragic sound. “Is it… worse than usual?”

“Worse? Peter, I think your bedhead achieved sentience.”

He ran a hand through it, only making it worse somehow. “Great. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear from my girlfriend.”

“Want me to help tame the beast?” you teased, crawling closer.

“Only if you promise not to post pictures.”

“No promises.”

He gave you a fake glare that melted as soon as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You grinned. “You love me.”

“…Yeah,” he admitted, voice softer now. “I really do.”

Your stomach fluttered, and before things could get any more sappy, you tugged him up by the hand. “Come on. It’s coffee time.”

The kitchen was warm with morning light by the time you shuffled in, still in your sleep clothes. Peter headed straight for the mugs while you filled the kettle, the two of you moving in practiced rhythm despite the fact you were still barely awake.

“Cream or sugar?” Peter asked, already pulling out the honey for your tea.

“Hot chocolate. And... judgment for your hair.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, but kissed the side of your head anyway.

You were just settling onto the barstools when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You turned.

Tony Stark stood at the entrance of the kitchen, holding a cup of espresso, dressed like he’d been awake for hours — even though the look on his face screamed 'I’ve seen things I wish I could unsee.'

Specifically, his daughter cuddling Peter Parker like they were married and retired and had just discussed matching pajamas.

Tony took a long sip of his coffee. Then:

“So… Parker.”

Peter froze mid-sip of his coffee. “Yes, sir?”

“You doing the walk of shame through my compound at two a.m. last night—was that a plan or more of an impulse?”

Peter turned bright red. “I—uh—it was strictly comfort-based, sir. No funny business.”

Tony raised one brow. “Define ‘funny business.’”

“Dad,” you groaned. “Nothing happened.”

Tony sipped again. “Oh, I know. I had FRIDAY watching the whole time.”

Peter looked like he might pass out. “You were watching?!”

Tony smirked. “Had to make sure my daughter’s honor was preserved, also to make sure that you wouldn't let me become a grandfather so soon. And wanted to see how long you’d last before drooling in your sleep. For the record — eight minutes.”

You slapped your forehead. “I hate you.”

“No, you love me. I’m adorable.” He turned to Peter. “You? Still on thin ice. But I suppose the fact that you didn’t try anything earns you a few brownie points.”

Peter looked ready to combust. “Thank you…?”

Tony started walking off, waving his mug. “I’m not saying I approve… but I’ll hold off on the disintegration rays. For now.”

Once he was gone, Peter slumped against the counter, eyes wide. “I think I aged three years just now.”

You sipped your hot chocolate, smirking. “Still think you’re my ‘certified cuddle provider?’”

Peter gave you a sideways look. “Only if I live long enough to see next week.”

You leaned in, kissed his cheek again. “I’ll protect you.”

Peter blinked. “From your dad?”

You grinned. “Yes, and any enemy who tries to hurt this beautiful face of my boyfriend.”

[runnning-outof-time]

Congratulations, I adore your story!!

Could you please do 23 with angst and then fluff? Thank you so much I appreciate it!💕

Thanks so much for sending this in, anon! I’m so happy you like my stories! I decided to go with Tommy for the character and chose “I don’t want to go.” for the prompt because it was the 5 word #23. I hope you don’t mind that. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

To Keep You Safe

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: season 4 spoilers (like right from the jump), language

Word Count: 1042

Summary: (Y/N) and Tommy discuss the decision to have her go into hiding while the war with the Changrettas rages on.

Things were heating up in the vendetta between the Shelbys and the Changrettas. What both sides thought would be a quick battle had now turned into a full-on war. And after Luca managed to get to Michael in his hospital bed and try to get him to switch sides, Tommy was convinced that no one was safe.

He called a family meeting. He arranged it in the morning and it was set for that evening. The air in the room was so thick with tension that you could practically cut it with a knife. (Y/N) noted that they were currently in the midst of a thunderstorm, which she had a feeling was foreshadowing for what was to be talked about.

And oh boy was she right. Things were quiet between her and Tommy that night. Neither of the two spoke a word to the other before they both went to sleep.

(Y/N) didn’t really sleep much though. No matter how many times she wished it wouldn’t, tomorrow still came.

Soon enough, there was a man in a car sitting outside their Watery Lane home.

“I don’t want to go,” (Y/N) huffed as she crossed her arms. She was aware of how much she sounded like their three year old daughter, but she quite frankly didn’t care.

“You have to, love,” Tommy insisted, not wanting this to turn into something bigger than it had to be.

“Why?” she asked, her one eyebrow quirking upward.

“Don’t fucking start…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“You owe me a reason, Thomas. I’m not just going to be shipped off into the fucking wilderness for no fucking reason,” she harped on, sharing her feelings about the decision that had been made — essentially without her consent — the night prior.

“You know why,” he told her, insisting it was common sense.

“Enlighten me anyway,” she shrugged.

“(Y/N).”

“Tommy.”

“It’s to keep you safe!” he finally came out with it, his voice raising as his eyes went wide, showing the frustration and stress he was currently under. “It’s to keep you fucking safe.”

(Y/N) was taken back by his outburst, but she really should have expected it. She was poking a bear; a powder keg that was bound to explode sooner or later. “You’re keeping me safe here, though. And besides, it was agreed between the both of you: no civilians. No women or children,” she pointed out in a softer voice, recalling the rules of the vendetta that he’d told her a few weeks prior.

“Yeah, I know that was agreed upon,” Tommy started, nodding as a sigh escaped his lips, “but with how things are going…we need to expect everything. And I can’t have you get taken by him or his men as a way to get me. So I need you to go. Just for a little while.”

Silence fell between them as she took a minute to think things over. The last thing she wanted to do was leave Tommy’s side while all of this was going on.

“I don’t want to leave you, Tommy,” was the next thing she said. She couldn’t get through the sentence without choking up, tears brimming up in her eyelids.

Tommy exhaled a breath before he closed the short distance between them, taking her into his arms just as her body began to shake from her sobs. “It’ll just be a little while, love,” he spoke in a soft voice, his chin rested on the top of her head as he rubbed her back in a comforting manner.

They stood like that for a few minutes. (Y/N) had no shame in crying into her husband’s suit coat. She didn’t want to let him go and leave because she was afraid that this would be the last time she’d see him.

“Hey, the car’s waiting outside,” Tommy was the one to speak first. He loosened his hold on her as he did, moving his hands to her shoulders so that he could bring her out at arms length.

“I know,” (Y/N) nodded, sniffling as she wiped her tears away. “I’ll miss you, Tommy,” she added then, looking at him with watery eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, love,” he responded without a second thought, raising one hand to run it down her cheek.

“Make sure you go visit the kids for me…or at least send Pol or someone if you think it’s too risky,” she added, thinking of her children who were currently residing at her parents’ home.

“I will,” he assured her with a nod.

(Y/N) took a moment to look at her husband then, making sure she could commit every part of him to memory. She didn’t know when she’d see him next. Her bottom lip began to quiver as that thought stuck in her mind.

“It’s just a little while,” Tommy repeated what he’d said to her before.

“I know,” she nodded, holding back the tears. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeated the phrase, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. (Y/N) held him there, making their embrace as long as it could possibly be. But eventually she had to pull away, and as she did, she finally decided it was time. “I should go.”

“I’ll come get you when this is finished,” he promised her, their eyes locked as he spoke.

“Just stay alive,” she said to him, sending one last smile her way before they finally broke their embrace so that she could grab her things.

Tommy ushered her outside and made sure she got into the vehicle. He then gave the driver and his accomplice strict instructions on what to do. After sending one last smile to (Y/N), he let them go and headed back inside.

He took two steps away from the door and placed his hands onto the side table sitting there so that he could brace himself as he leaned back against it. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, his family flashing in his mind. Then he released the breath he’d been holding and stared straight ahead. This vendetta would be finished soon, and he’d make damn sure of it.

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[madlittlecriminal]

can we have some jonathan crane head cannons / fluff with him and his gf having a big age gap?? (she’s like 19/20 just starting college and i’m assuming he’s like 30 something lol) anyway, ily thank u ❤️‼️💕

Age Gap ↦ Jonathan Crane × Female!Reader [headcanons]

i love you too, anon! :) i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: age gap (reader is 20, Jonathan is 30), reader majors in psychology, slight angst

You two met after he came to give a speech on psychology to your major.

He was intrigued by your questions, and you had developed a crush based off looks and his knowledge on psychology.

While it was your first semester, you knew he was smarter than your professor, who looked like took the job as a last resort.

Jonathan gave you his email in case you had more questions as he had to leave.

He wasn't going to lie though; you left a mark on him.

You were so invested in fear and his opinions even though you could ask your professor these questions.

Then again, it's been 10 years that he was in college, so professors probably changed since then.

You waited about a week until you emailed him.

You left this man anticipating your email and when he finally got it, he actually smiled.

"I have a question about your talk."

"What was the question?"

Did you go overboard with the questions?

Well, you sent him more than one which had him chuckling.

From there, you went to him for questions until it led to more.

He ended up giving you his number and you two began texting often.

He knew of the 10-year age gap between the both of you.

He was cautious at first, but he couldn't lie about the way his heart raced whenever your message came through.

You also couldn't deny how you always giggled like a kid on Christmas when he messaged you.

After about 3 months of chatting, you two made it official.

He'd take you out on little dates when you two had free time

He'd help you study for an exam for your psychology class and would reward you with a kiss on the forehead if you'd get the answer right.

If you'd tell him your grade, he'd hug you, kiss your cheek and say, "I'm proud of you, darling."

He'd then buy your favorite snack and give you cuddles.

If you had a low grade, he'd say, "I know you tried your best, darling. Don't worry. You'll get the next one."

And he'd still buy you your favorite snack and he'd still give you cuddles.

The same outcome for both because he can, and he will.

He never drew the line with you, and he was extremely patient.

If there was something you didn't like or didn't want to do, he'd understand and wait for you.

Then you found his mask.

Was it a test?

Possibly.

He's convinced whatever force was out there didn't want to see him happy.

He didn't know what it was, but you didn't look happy.

Which made him unhappy as well.

"I need time."

He froze as you rested the mask on the table before stepping out of his apartment and back to your apartment.

He gave you time, but he wouldn't as he did worry.

After all, he felt like it was his fault if this relationship ended.

But you called him a week later and told him you were ready to talk.

You two met up at a cafe, but he still listened to you.

You told him you were upset that he didn't trust you with this.

He said he couldn't risk anything happening to you.

You were still a bit cautious, but you gave him another chance.

It took time for you to get used to his Scarecrow counterpart, but eventually you did.

[just-a-carrot]

Carrot, please don't feel bad about your age! You're not that old, honestly, I never understood why people think that anything after 20s is immediately "old". Like you still have so much life ahead of you! Most people in their 20s are still barely figuring life out, tbh I feel like 30s is the age when most people just start becoming maturing (and then again, almost everyone at every age is still figuring something out, we never stop growing after all). And even if you are "old" there's nothing wrong with that! It's not like you're supposed to stop enjoying life once you hit a certain age. I know this probably means nothing coming from a minor, but I genuinely don't understand the obsession with age! Your life isn't over until it's over, yet some people act like hitting a certain age means you have to be miserable.

Also, I don't know if I ever told you this, but this is one of the reasons I love Our Wonderland, and why it had such an impact on me. I used to be very scared of growing up, feeling like I was on a time limit and that the older I got, the less fun I would be allowed to have. But seeing these fully adult characters who are struggling, and still figuring things out, and most of all having time to themselves and their interests: it really opened my eyes! I thought by that age I should have everything figured out, like how I thought most people did, but OW made me realize that's not the case. The truth is everyone is still figuring things out, and that's okay! At the end of the day, we're still human, and we all need time to ourselves.

So thank you, Carrot! You helped me conquer a fear of mine, and I'm really grateful to you for that. Your work has honestly inspired me so much in so many different ways, and I want you to know that! Anyways, I hope you have a good day. Bye!

that's incredibly kind of you... 🥺💕

honestly a big reason why I wanted to make the OW chars older is because of that exact reason: because I didn't figure out so much about myself until I got older, and to have a story about that, that it's ok to keep discovering more about yourself later on in life, and also it can be really hard at times too. like... going through so much of your life wondering why things are so difficult and why you never feel right because you had to figure everything out for yourself. like I didn't figure out I was ace until a horrifically traumatizing and confusing event in my life that I vented about once in an anon fandom forum and another anon told me it sounded like I was ace and I didn't even know the term and then spent the next weeks in existential crisis as I came to understand myself better. If I had known I was ace before that event, it might never have happened (or might still have, who knows) or at the very least I would have grown up not feeling so broken for much of my life. And that's not getting into the gender stuff that came even later that I was bullied for as a kid. It's hard when you have zero knowledge or role models or safe places to go about these types of things growing up... The internet was not like it is now when I was growing up. And there wasn't a single person out in my school growing up (but I know of many that came out years later including one of my best friends). But that doesn't mean you can't figure yourself out later and reclaim some of that joy for yourself of knowing better who you are

this became really rambly but I just wanted to say that I'm glad that everyone can enjoy these chars and their stories despite them being older. And I hope they (and even myself a bit) can be inspiration that indeed, life, fun, your passions and hobbies, none of that ends when you finish school or when you turn 30. keep on doing what you love always and keep on learning and discovering more about yourself!!

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #177

Not specific lost fics, but I’ve spent weeks looking for fics likes these and haven’t really managed to find any, so we’re throwing them out in the hope our followers know of some!…

1. Hello lovely mods 💕 Ever since season 2 aired alot of people started shipping other angels with demons other than Crowley/aziraphale and Beelzebub/Gabriel and honestly I've been obsessed with the idea particularly an idea someone proposed that alot of angels and demons are actually soulmates, I've read a couple of fics with aziraphale/Crowley as soulmates (that i actually found about thru this blog thank you very much) but not really seen fics with other angel/demon pairings so i was wondering if you have come across a fic with this particular idea And thank you so much for your hard work!! - anon

2. hi!! could i please request established relationship fics where Crowley is physically affectionate? like kisses all over, hugs from behind, hair petting, spooning, ETC? thanks so much and have a great day - anon

3. Hi there :) I'm wanted to know if you know two different kind of fics I would like to read, no specific ones. 1. Fics where other Demons start to warm up to Aziraphale? Not replacing Crowley, or necessarily becoming obesessed with Zira. But like, a demon realising that he is an Angel that's not going to smite him just for being a Demon and finding him interesting because he's so nice to them (if unprovoced) and yet not falling. A Bonus would be Crowley not being a fan of the new friendship, since Aziraphale is his Angel, of course. He noticed his kindness with lil Bastard tendencys year before, after all. And 2. Fics where Aziraphale is a kid? For whatever reason. And Crowley is looking after him until he's turned back or something? If that has been asked before sorry. Been scanning the tags and saw nothing that could lead me to it :D Anyway, hope you could help me and thanks in any case for trying 😁 Toodles 👋 - @belowperfect (we have a few de-aged fics here, but there just aren't many)

4. Do you know of any fics where Crowley loses control of his demonic powers or ones where Aziraphale loses control of his angelic powers? Thank you again for exposing us to so many great works! It can be daunting trying to find a certain type of fic. - anon

5. I'm not even sure this fic even exists tho. It's was a description of an fanart. I was just wondering if any fics matches that description "Aziraphale loves Crowley and Crowley loves Aziraphale, but Aziraphale has bought into the belief that demons cant love, so he doesn't realize his love is requited (and is hoping that sex is enough to cure him)" - @anonymoustitans (we have a few posts like this, but not with the sex-cure aspect)

If you know any fics that fit the bill please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[tinypandacakes]

Hi! Call me Shy-Anon, I guess 😶‍🌫️

I'm usually too shy to interact with most of the people I follow that write fics, but I can't hold it in anymore: I love your stuff!

I think my favorite is The Steel Thread series, but Trapper, Keeper--

(I always imagine the stupid lil binders from simpler ages past when I talk about the fic, and I am not sure if it's intentional BUT THE ASSOCIATION IS THERE! haha)

--is tied with it for sure. My fiancé often teases me because I make so many no-context noises--

(usually lots of "ooh, that's *gooood*" and "OMG SHE/HE/THEY DID NOT AAAAA SHE/HE/THEY DID!!"")

--but he simultaneously does and does NOT wanna know what has me so involved lol

I just mainly wanted to say "hi, I like your stuff" because you're doin' a lot, even if you don't know it. Hell, you have kids and I dare say you're better than me for that!

(I am someone who is not that good with small kids, so I revere anyone who can do right by little humans that scream lol)

Anyways, have a good day/week/month! :3

Hiii thank you so much for this 🥹 you’re so kind

I want to work on The Steel Thread series some more, but Trapper, Keeper just has me in a head lock right now. I appreciate you giving my other works a chance as I work on the fics as my brain allows me 💕

My friend @punemy-spotted actually came up with the name Trapper, Keeper!! (Punemy is literally a master of puns and word play, they are ridiculously clever)

The association is intentional and a multi-functional pun! König is a trapper/hunter (which will finally come up more in ch. 11), Trap-her, Keep-her :p, and yes the binders as just a place to stow away all your special little important papers and belongings! I’m totally not bitter that I wasn’t allowed to use them in grade school…they were banned :[

I appreciate the support 💕 picking up writing fanfic again was one of the things that helped me feel like me again after having my first kid. :] hope you have a lovely day/week/month as well

[taegularities]

hi! I don't think you'll remember me, but I'll try anyways. I was that one anon who once said that your writing brings me comfort, although I'm sure you get a lot of that, and it's still pretty difficult. I talked about the "a thousand reasons why" yjhd-based fic several months back.

I read your new work, the "you're okay" fic with yoongi. you said that it was something that you wrote to get your feelings out, or something along the lines of that.

You wrote about how you felt, but I felt heard. I swear I cried halfway, and I wish, oh, really wish I had someone like Yoongi in my life, or even tried seeking out for that someone. Because then I wouldn't have to suffer alone, right? but it's a worrying thought too, you want to stay away to not "infect" people around you, or burden them with your problems - at least, that's what I feel. and based on what you wrote, I think you feel that way too. it's been so hard to reach out for help, whether it's professional help or just a helping hand from a loved one. recently, I have tried therapy, and while it feels uncomfortable now, it feels nice to have an environment where my feelings don't go unheard. and I hope you have the time and the self-love to think about yourself and ask for help when you need too. In a way, we all need love and support, we just don't know how to reach for it.

I told you then, back when I sent an ask for the first time, that your writing provides me comfort. with your new work, I can confirm that this hasn't changed.

also, since it takes a pretty long time to introduce myself, and because I like how you reply to my messages (actually I love it, you're such a soft fluffy cloud on a clear pink sky for me and I love rereading what you wrote) I'm switching off anon, cause I want my celeb to know that I exist ^~^

awh, love, hi 😭 this is the sweetest and gentlest message, and you have no idea how much comfort it brought me, too. since you read you're okay, you can probably imagine that there are many good but also many bad days… so a lot of times, lovely people like you honestly bring me the peace i seek, and reading this ask was just what i needed this week.

first off, thank you for reading the fic at all. i know it's heavy and not for everyone; but yeah, i truly did write it to get my thoughts out without caring about its 'success' at all, but at the same time, i hoped that some would read it and connect with it and know that there's some hope left? might sound so corny, but the fact that you feel heard kinda shows me that i did something right here, and that my intention came through. i hope you find a yoongi for yourself, love, but you'll never be alone.

we don't see it and we truly do think we infect ppl, right? but someone's always around (i am, too <3 even though an online presence is different, i understand) – and i'm so proud of you for doing therapy. i really hope it yields positive results. and thank you sm <3 i have been doing my best to open up as well.

i'm beyond relieved and glad that you find comfort in my writing. even if i can help just a little, then that's enough. and i also feel so flattered that you think about me so highly 🥺 so yeah, i appreciate you being here and reaching out. kjsfnksaf i'm def not a celebrity hehe but i am super happy to meet you 💕

[siriuslysatorusimping]

my birthdays in two week and im more excited about the chapters omg 😍

if you get around to reading this i just wanted to say that you, your writing, headcannons - eveything you do - is abosuletly amazing (you seem like a rlly cool person 🤩)

the feels i get from your writing - immaculate

i'm going through a not-so-great few months of my life and your writing and updates always make me feel better. i vibe so hard with rinko (we do not talk about the tears i cried while reading) and it rlly feels like im reading about someone who is actually alive and breathing. like you've fleshed her out so damn well words cannot explain (but numbers can, 10/10).

on another note, pls take a break if you need one, you're pumping out multiple chapters a day (not that im complaining), im worried please don't burn yourself out 🙏.

anyways thank you so much for making mine and many others day that much brighter.

sorry for the length but have a great day!

Hello sweet Anon!

Well, happy very early birthday!! I hope it's a wonderful one 😊

Thank you for reading and enjoying my writing and for sending this very, very sweet message!! Don't worry about it being too lengthy, it's not 😊

I'm gonna end up ranting so I'll put the rest of my response below the cut!!

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

My head is only full of canons- I mean I have a lot of headcanons 😂 Thank you so much for this wonderful compliment 🥹🥹

I'm sorry to hear you're in a not-so-great time in your life, I have been there. Kinda still am. BUT, I'm so glad that Another Level has been helping you escape those not-so-great feelings (except for all the angst 🙃🙃) hang in there!

As for Rinko, I think one reason she feels so real is because she has a life outside of just one other character from the series. She's got layers and dimensions. Yes, a lot of her life has revolved around Gojo for a while now, but he isn't the only person in her life and she's built and grown relationships with others as well! I think one of the things that really makes her feel so real is Yuzuki, honestly.

I definitely need to take some breaks.. lol but I'm enjoying this story so much it's been difficult to put it down!

Thank YOU for making my day with this sweet message 🥹

And for reading and enjoying! And caring about these lil idiots in love friends with benefits as much as I do!

[ofmermaidstories]

Merms!!! I am so exited about reader’s love of fresh produce you’ve got planned for sho’s fic!! I work on a nonprofit farm and conservation center and am sooo passionate about sustainable growing and regional veggies and herbs and plants so I’m very very exited that’s a lil nugget you’re putting in!! Not that it’ll be like the star of the show but those little glimpses and specificities are always so fun and full of life!

Anyways hehe visit your local farm stand(s) everyone if it’s available to you! A lot of places (around me, and my farm at least!) have programs and partners to help with food security so you can get free or discounted produce! And everyone there will prob be willing to chat about plants and growing or info on local food security initiatives, we give some of the harvest to the community and one of our neighbor’s focus is solely on food security!! Anyways RAHHH APOLOGIES I care abt this a lot and got up on a soap box 😭

Don’t apologise! Passion is good, and this is such an important thing to be passionate about. 🥺 Omg working on a farm though—I grew up on one so I can only imagine how hard you must work!!! I still live in a rural area now—although not as rural as East-Jesus-Nowhere when I was a kid—so I’m pretty lucky to have access to a lot of local produce!!! Especially with inflation hitting and raising prices. 😭 I shouldn’t complain though; my bestie was back home last week, visiting, and she was floored that sweet potatoes were like, $2.99 a kilo at the fruit shop—whereas apparently she was paying about $10 back in New Zealand? Dire 😭

You must do a lot of good work with your conservation and your non-profit. 🥺 All this talk of gardening tho makes me think of Carly Burd, that British woman who was harvesting from a little allotment and using the veggies she was growing to make up boxes to hand out to people who needed them—until some bastard salted the land!!! 😡 I hope they’re eventually outted—imagine having scum like that walk around among you! And you have to be scum, to have a problem with someone helping others feed themselves. idk, in Australia at least we waste so much produce just because it’s not pretty enough for the shelves or is a bit smaller than what the supermarkets want or it has to be thrown out EOD, and it’s so devastating because we’re such a big country—we can afford to feed our own, and we don’t. 🥺 I hate it!!!! I’ll stop myself there before I really get going, lmfao, but I just wanted to say your work sounds meaningful. 🥺 At the end of the day, getting yourself fed is the main thing, whether it’s from a packet of frozen Dollartree beans or a fresh bag of ‘em off the farm, but—it’s good that there’s farmers and programs and people out there trying to do what they can. 🥺💕

(Just for you, Anon, I’ll make sure our Reader for Shouto’s fic gets her veggies as local as she can 💕)

[danikamariewrites]

Hey, I saw you wanted some dark Elain requests and I loved your head canon that involved Elain growing poisonous plants so I was thinking what if Elain has become successful growing some of Prythian’s deadliest plants and is also an expert at making poisons? Maybe Reader was sent by someone to collect a potion from Elain and she’s captivated by the juxtaposition of her soft aesthetic along with her ability to be super scary with her poisons.

Then maybe Reader keeps coming back with the excuse of buying potions from Elaine when in reality she’s just throwing them away when she leaves. Elaine finds out and is really annoyed and then it is revealed to her that it was all a ruse for Reader to spend time with her. Then maybe a bit of fluff or smut once Elaine finds out the truth?? Whatever you think fits and feel like writing 💕

Totally get if this isn’t the sort of thing you are looking to write, but I had it floating about in my head and I feel like you’d be the perfect person to write it ❣️

Sorry for that essay 😂

Hope you have a lovely day! 💖

Pick Your Poison

Dark!Elain x reader

A/n: this was perfect anon! Also I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I haven’t been feeling great lately but I’m trying to get over it.

Warnings: not fully dark!elain, mentions of poison

Poking around the different elixirs laid out on the table you were careful not to touch them. Not knowing what they were capable of. Glancing around the apothecary and taking in the familiar warm scent you couldn’t help but feel at home.

Elain’s shop was odd but perfect for her. The soft pinks and greens that decorated the walls at odds with the dried up deadly bundles of plants hanging from the ceiling and walls were discerning to most. But not you. You could spend hours in the tiny shop.

Many people avoided the middle Archeron sister’s shop. The rumors of her powers mixed with her occupation of poisons kept most people away. Some were crude and called her the Weaver of Velaris, turning her into a ghost story meant to scare children. Some just claimed she was the worst kind of witch. That angered you. Elain is too sweet for that kind of treatment.

You remember the first time you came to Elain’s apothecary. Your boss had asked you to pick up a special plant (not out right of course). Knowing your boss’s business and where you were being sent you knew it was poison. Entering the shop your fingers were trembling, you didn’t know what to expect.

Elain’s sweet demeanor relaxed you as she helped you find what you were looking for. After an hour and over a hundred questions from you later you had the plants for your boss and an oil to help your hair grow faster. Since then you have made it a point to stop at Elain’s shop once a week.

Tonight you stopped on your way home from work. When you walked in the shop was empty, Elain missing from her usual spot behind the counter. You figured she was in the back with a client, so you decided to peruse. You were here to buy something anyway, your blanket excuse to see Elain.

The office door opened causing you to stand straight, abandoning the elixirs you were bent over. Elain bid the lesser fae goodbye. Once the shop door closes she turns to you, a bright smile on her face as she takes you in. “Y/n, how are you?”

You just stood there, practically gaping at her beauty, like an idiot. You always stumble over your words and blush around her. “I’m well, and you?” You stuttered out.

Fuck. You should just pick up something random and go. This conversation is already ruined, you tell yourself.

Elain was speaking to you but you couldn’t hear her over the blood rushing in your ears from nerves. A tightening sensation worked its way down from your chest to your stomach. All you could do was nod and smile at her. “Were you looking for something? Let me show you these new oils I made.” She said, that excited look she gets when talking about her creations plastered on her perfectly round face.

“Oh no! That’s ok,” you rush out. Cauldron, where was this anxiousness come from? Snatching a bundle of something from the wall you held it out to show Elain, “Just this.” Elain nods her head slowly, giving you an unsure look. You followed her to the counter, pulling out the money to pay her. Rushing your goodbye that tenseness built up in your chest to an unbearable amount.

Fleeing the shop you drop the bundle of poison, starting to jog until you knew Elain couldn’t see you.

An hour later Elain couldn’t help but go over your conversation. Did she do something wrong? She’s been doing her best not to scare you off like she has with others. You were different. Elain didn’t feel the need to draw you in and dispose of you, she wanted to keep you, forever. Even though it had only been two months you already felt like hers.

Locking the shop, Elain noticed the bundle you just purchased lying on the ground. Scowling, she bends down to pick it up. What the hell? She worked hard on each bundle of poison. Why would you do that?

Marching up the steps of your house Elain didn’t think twice about confronting you. How dare you waste her talents like this! After three quick knocks you opened the door, stunned to see Elain on your front stoop.

“Care to explain why I found this on the ground after closing?” She thrust the little bundle out for you to inspect. You stared between the poison and Elain’s angry face at a loss for words.

Elain was quickly finding herself at a loss for world (and in la la land) as she scanned your appearance. In her rage Elain didn’t realize that you were only dressed in a small nightgown, black lace lining your breasts and a thin nightgown slipping from your shoulders.

“I should probably tell you the truth,” you move aside to let her in.

Elain took in your home. The warm light and dark furniture making her feel relaxed and welcome. She followed you into the sitting room, setting her stuff down on the low lying table by the couch. As Elain sits you drape a fluffy, crème blanket around her shoulders. Elain mumbles out a thank you, shocked by your kind gesture.

Siting on the other end of the couch you picked at your nails, anxious to tell her about your feelings. You had planned to tell her earlier tonight but that building feeling in your chest stopped you. It’s been hours and though the feeling has lessened it was still there. With Elain now mere inches away from you the feeling was growing again.

“I’ve been stopping by your shop for you. I’m-I have been working up the courage to tell you that I like you. And I understand if you don’t feel the same. And I’m sorry that I just threw that on the ground, I didn’t mean to be wasteful,” you rambled on and on, looking down at your lap the whole time.

When you finished you look up to find a small smirk on Elain’s pink, plump lips. In the time you spoke she had inched closer to you. A small gap separating your thighs. You wanted to close it, to feel the warmth of her through her dress. But you restrained yourself, waiting for her response.

Elain placed a hand over your tangled fingers. “Can I tell you a secret?” She whispers. You nod, that feeling in your chest turning to a comfortable warmth. Elain leans in so close to your face that her nose brushes slightly against yours. “I really like you too.” Elain pecks your blushing cheek, running her fingers through your hair.

Your heart soars at her confession. You throw your arms around her neck, pulling Elain into a crushing hug. She hugs you back tighter, burying her face in your neck to inhale your familiar scent.

In that precious moment the bond roared to life in Elain’s chest. That warm, golden thread connecting her to you forever, tied tight around the rib closest to her heart. Elain was overjoyed. You are hers forever. To hold and to keep. That night as she laid next to you in bed, watching you sleep peacefully, Elain vowed that no harm would ever come to you. That she would kill anyone who dared to touch what was hers.

[chloeangelic]

So I know you’re like the angst master and you’ve been torturing us with rendezvous but I saw that one ask about reader dating dieter and got inspired. But I don’t post fanfic on my account and I’m a lil bit embarrassed so I hope it’s okay to send this little thing through you on anon because I think we also deserve some angsty pissed off Joel…

Anyway! Here we go:

Joel knows he shouldn’t.

He really really shouldn’t.

It’s just going to piss him off on the way home.

But the old woman at the front has some issues with her card and it hold up the line and he just can’t help himself, his eyes search the magazine rack, looking for your familiar face. A face he has only seen in the grocery check out line for so long now.

His eyes scan the headlines of the gossip magazines, flying over cheating rumours and divorce news until he sees you. Your pretty face with that little grin, the look in your eyes. The look he knows is directed at the figure standing next to you, your boyfriend. No wait, he scoffs. Your fiancé. You have a fucking fiancé now.

He remembers the squeal Sarah let out when she saw the picture on instagram. Hearing her running down the stairs to shove the screen in his face, showing it to him. Your hand pointed towards the camera, a pretty, probably very expensive, ring on your finger. Your blurry face in the background smiling the biggest smile he’s ever seen on your face. Not that he’s seen many smiles directed at him, he thinks.

Your boyfrie- fiancé. Your fiancés face smushed against yours as he kisses your cheek.

He remembers when Sarah first told him about you and Dieter Bravo. He scoffs again, Dieter fucking Bravo… He knew from your parents that you moved to New York, said you got a great job offer there and with nothing holding you back, you left as soon as possible. He didn’t think he would ever really see you again, sometimes in pictures at your parents house maybe. He certainly didn’t expect to see you in the gossip magazines that Sarah always buys, on a date with a famous actor.

He had scoffed then too, in shock at seeing your face on the pages he was lazily flipping through while waiting for Sarah to be ready. He told himself it was just a date, it didn’t even really mean anything. He wasn’t sure why he had to tell himself that. He was happy, he didn’t need you.

But he still found himself flipping through the magazines Sarah left laying around, he found himself googling your name and Dieter Bravo and seeing the articles and interviews and pictures of dates and outings and social media posts. He wasn’t ever going to admit to anyone that it stung a bit, not even to himself. He was never going to admit that he sometimes lays awake and thinks about the what ifs.

He shakes his head, back in the grocery check out line and still staring at your face. You had never looked at him the way you looked at your fucking fiancé in the picture and he scowls. He was happy and he didn’t need you, he keeps telling himself.

He shakes it off and puts a smile on his face as Katy appears next to him, touching his shoulder and putting the last minute things in the cart. He takes one more glance at the magazine, at your face and the arm around your waist.

Katy follows his gaze, “oh hey! That guy kinda looks like you!” She says, laughing and pointing at the cover.

He scowls, again, “No he fucking doesn’t.” He mutters and pushes the card forward as the line finally moves. He can’t see your face anymore and he’s not sure if that makes him sad or happy.

He’ll be back next week anyway…

I made it small so it’s not as long but I wanted to share this and I hope it’s okay!! I really love your writing and it was kinda fun to write this based on your story! 🥰💕

the angst master hehehehhehehe

i love this and thank u for sharing !!! the last part cracked me up and actually does work with how i see Katy in my head, kudos to you

[funfactory]

hey 💗

you probably won't remember me but i was the anon who requested seoyeon smiling gifs 👋 i haven't been that into kpop in the last few years but this fromis cb has brought me closer to them. and while seeing their evolution since fun! era, that made me think of you 💘 i hope lots of people have told you this already but you're one of the fromis staples on tumblr dot com :) and seeing how more popular the girls got, i can't help but think that you're a part of their success. your gifs and posts about the girls exude nothing but love and support 💟 and yeah i just know that you're happy a lot more people are paying attention to the girls (that's what they deserve) 💞 in my mind, your name is associated with the girls and it makes me happy to see you still being there and running this blog. coming back on @/syeonnie is kind of a coming back to chat with an old friend you haven't seen in a while 💕 lots of good memories reminisced 💞

anyway i hope you're doing alright and i'm sorry for this very long and sometimes not understandable ask 👋

🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 and if i told u this made me teary….

but actually!! i do rmr you bc that was one of my favorite requests ever to do and very near and dear to me 🥺💖🫶

also i’m so ;;~;; i dnt think i deserve so much credit fkdjsjsjfksh there have always been ppl here contributing a lot to the frommy tag and stuff but it rly has grown a lot especially compared to back in 2020!!!

it made me so happy to see this ask i rly appreciate it ;;💖💘💗💘💕💖 i’m glad u popped back in to say hello bc it made my day!! whole week whole year even!!!!

[satxnsupreme666]

YESS IM BLESSED WITH ANOTHER SCRUMPTIOUS WORK OF YOURS…just what i needed after the last two weeks of mid terms+part time work….🥹🥹🥹

THANK YOU SO much author for always taking the time of your day always posting these awesome works of yours…like honestly I appreciate your works and enjoy reading them…you may not know me but I always make sure to leave likes and reblog your works as a thank you? If that even makes sense cause these works honestly should be shared for others to enjoy!

But nonetheless!!! I recently saw the drawn picture of you and honestly it’s cutieee🤗🤗🤗also f that author whom you trusted but took advantage of your privacy!!!

Alright this is getting too long but i honestly am grateful to stumble upon your blog and made me a fan of your works!!! Thank you so much Author…But as always…do take care Author..remember to always eat or hydrate…Do take breaks when needed and do everything at your pace no matter how long it takes!!!Sorry for getting too sappy I just wanted to say how grateful I am towards the works your post and to you as well!!! ANYWAY LOVE YOU AUTHORR TAKE MUCH NEEDED REST!!!❤️❤️❤️😘

-🤗anon

Hello 🤗anon! I am always so happy to see you in my inbox 🥹♥️💕 It makes my days always 🩷💕

I hope these past days hadn’t been too much for you and I also hope you get to rest well, please take care, alright? ♥️ I hope you really don’t get too tired having a part time job and also going to university, I wish the best for you always 🩷💗♥️

And seriously you don’t have to thank me whenever someone requests a story I am always happy to get to write their ideas and I like to really make sure that I write something nice for them because I think is really important to create something good for the people who request and are kind enough to share their ideas with me and also because I think they of course deserve something good enough to read 🥹

You really have no idea how much your words mean to me, and it makes me so happy that you really like what I write because it makes me want to keep on writing, you give me hope to be honest and it makes complete sense and also I have to say THANK YOU again for sharing and leaving likes, you really don’t know how knowing this really helps me so much, you are such a beautiful and kind person, you really make me keep writing and sharing stories, so thank you so much 🥰💖❤️

I did with a picrew haha 🥹 if you want the link to that picrew let me put it here wait: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/644129 (that’s the link if you want to try 💖) and you know I know that I think yeah, they made mistakes, people make mistakes and people have their reasons for the way the act, I just really want to take precautions in order to avoid having issues or that things that happened back in 2021 repeat again, that’s why I am also trying to be careful here and not getting too involved because if I am honest I am afraid, but with nice people like you the fear is kind of disappearing, so I am very thankful 💕♥️❤️

And it’s totally fine I love long messages to be honest, I love so much when I receive a message from yours, I wish I could give you something in return for making me feel useful and making me feel happy you know? For making me feel that I matter 💖 You don’t have to be sorry for nothing I really appreciate you and your messages, you really have no idea how much this helps me, I will make sure to take care of myself and also hope you take cafe of yourself as well, please stay safe, drink enough water and eat, also remember to rest alright? I love you as well and I really really wish the best for you, please take care 🥹🩷💕🥰💗

[seeingivy]

hiiii Ronnie-

it’s your girl, Taylor as Gojo Anon 🖤🤍

Apologies for being MIA as of late. I just got back from my trip to Europe- it was as wonderful as it was busy, and I enjoyed reading and re-reading your stories on the trains and planes I took, as it provided me a little comfort of home💕

I was going to message you earlier in the week, but getting back to work and life has been crazy busy. I also was going to send you a super long message because I was in my feels lol- it’s normally this time of year/ change of seasons when I become introspective and think about my life and all this things that are “going right” and “could be going better”. The good news is as I get back into my routine I won’t have as much self reflection time, so I can just keep moving forward and living without having to be concerned about if I’m doing this thing called life right 😂

Anyway, ENOUGH ABOUT ME! How are you doing? What’s been on your mind as of late?

Sending love from my part of the States 🤍🖤

hi sweetie pie!!!

no worries - i've been so MIA here and it makes me so so sad :(

i hope your trip to europe was lovely!!! where did you end up going? idk if i mentioned this (I feel like I did) but im going to be studying abroad for two weeks in january with one of my best friends :)) we're going to london for a week and paris and it's a film based class (which is funny cuz im the only non-film student) so we're going to be going to the bridgerton sets and the harry potter studio tour so im super excited!

my heart is so WARM when you tell me that re-reading it is comforting - and honestly - it has been for me too lately to go back to something familiar and something that's comforting. weirdly enough, i've never experienced grief before (well not since last month anyways) but rereading the method acting and best friends older brother chapters about grief are weirdly soothing - like i'm giving myself advice about it all.

and agh I get so in my feels around this too! my favorite coffee shop near campus has launched its holiday drinks and the mornings and california are SUPERRR foggy so it feels like a natural mood to be super in my feels and kind of floomy (sometimes in the good way and sometimes in the bad!) routine helps a lot with that - something I can attest to as someone overloaded on credits...

i am trying my best :') it seems that something always comes up when im on a high but im taking it day by day. im sending that love right back from california!