#all very good and nice sentiments! i LOVE the energy here! and it would be nice. to have that catharsis

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[sykestarot]

messages meant to reach you

1-2-3 (left to right)

I DO NOT OWN THESE IMAGES

Hi guys! heres your weekly reading :) ! I hope you enjoy this and it resonates for you, also I found these pics and thought they were so cute lol ! Thanks for stopping by! <3

Pile 1

“does it ever make you sad to know that was 7 summers ago?” (The Lovers; 7 of wands; knight of cups (rx); knight of pentacles (rx); 9 of pentacles ; 6 of swords (rx))

Hi pile 1! Before I even started channeling, my cat was very interested in my tarot set up which usually he isn’t so maybe you have a kitty? Perhaps one that passed that misses you and wants you to know they are always with you. For you guys I feel a sense of heavy grief either in the recent past or the present. I also feel like you’ve been avoiding your own feelings about the whole situation. I feel a sense of disappointment from you that things didn’t work out the way you wanted. I feel like you either broke up with someone due to differences in worldviews or you might have had someone pass recently that you thought you had more time with. First of all if someone did pass recently, I am so sorry and I’m sending you so much love and light. But I do feel like this might've been a sudden thing, without warning, and you just want to continue on with life without processing just how traumatic it was for you. This person wants you to know that they love you so much and that when you're ready to unpack your grief and trauma they will be with you whether you realize it or not. Now if you had a break up recently I see this person really missing you. They dream about you and want you all to themselves again. I feel like they have pride though and won’t approach you again. I also feel like you’re genuinely done with this person though. Like this isn’t the first time you guys have had fights about this stuff and they really pushed you to your limit. This might’ve happened a while ago too and they’re just holding onto it and pulling on your energy. I really do feel like they’re wallowing in regret about how they treated you but like not enough to change. Like they regret it but they feel like they had to which is so fucked up in its own right. But I digress. I do think an energy cleanse would be best for you, however you choose to cleanse your energy and space will do. I also say get rid of any items they gifted/gave to you. I’m proud of you for knowing your worth and  letting bygones be bygones. Signs: nice house; highways; red rusty pickup truck; red in general; water; creeks; fireflies; old dock; tall can beers; sentimental views (?)

Pile 2

“i aint even got the miles to trip on you” (2 of pentacles (rx); THe Lovers (rx); 3 of pentacles (rx); Wheel of Fortune (rx); knight of pentacles; 9 of pentacles (rx)) Hi pile 2! So for you guys I actually had to restart your pile a few times it was hard for me to really connect and get a message for you guys but when I did I understood why. The message coming through is from someone you simply don’t want to hear from lol. It’s probably an old partner that’s begged and pleaded to be back in your life multiple times and you just don’t care, which is such a power move. But yea overall this person just throws a pity party for themselves and how they lost a good thing and it sucks to be them I guess. But I wanted to get a message for you from your guides at the very least so heres that! All in all your guides are very happy and proud of you!! You’ve really put in the work pile 2! I see you enjoying financial blessings and i feel like your heart and mind have found peace. Whether your with someone or not I see you ina state of stability that you never thought you’d get to. Maybe things feel a little monotonous for you but I do feel like you enjoy your life and where you’re at right now! I also feel like you guys are experiencing things you never thought you would, like an engagement or getting the promotion/job you always wanted! I keep hearing that you made life your bitch LOL!! I also see you guys paying no mind to wagging tongues and you let people think whatever they want about you because at the end of the day you just don’t care. You not only enjoy your job but you enjoy your hobby’s your house, your car, and so on and so forth. I see though that you guys should work on being proud of yourself because YOU did that! No one else did!! Go treat yourself to something nice and sit back and relax pile 2 you deserve it fr!! Signs: restart button; push to start car; nice handwriting; minecraft; jeans; interior design; iron; birch wood; big healthy plants; big windows; elevators; CAPRICORN 

Pile 3

"i'm in too deep and i'm trying to keep up above in my head instead of going under" (Judgment (rx); 6 of swords (rx); 4 of swords; 10 of swords; 2 of pentacles (rx); knight of swords (rx)) Hello Pile 3!! For you guys I see that you’re a really unique person and don’t really care about people's thoughts. I feel for your message though that you might be running in the wrong crowd or with the wrong people. I feel like you choose people based on whether or not they are in the same subgenre as you, or present the way you do. Which is understandable thinking if someone dresses the same they might have the same values but I see that the people in your life don’t. I also see that they just don’t care about you as much as you care about them. I believe that you know this somewhat or you have gut feelings about this, however I think you’re hoping one day they’ll pick you. I do see though that you know that they won’t and that you know you’re not meant to be there. I see that you just want to fit in with a group of people so badly, that you need validation that people like you. But honey, lots of people like you!! They just aren’t presenting the way you are. I see that for lack of better term “conventional” people admire your bold and unique expression of yourself. I see that you have prejudice towards these people and immediately put them in a box they you guys wouldn’t get along. Lemme tell you though as much as you advocate for not judging a book by it’s cover I feel you doing that to others. Maybe this is apart of your shadow that you need to work on. I get quite a youthful energy from you though, maybe you’re in highschool? You don’t have to change everything about your life tomorrow but you can make small steps. The only person who can make active change in your life is you! So get out there and do as much as you can without regrets! I promise you’ll enjoy the things that you didn’t think you would. Plus life is meant for mistakes and learning from them. Don’t let others perception of you ruin your experience on this earth! You got this pile 3, you’re a beautiful soul, let others see it. Signs: 111 ; wizard of oz; cheshire cat; leather; vests; studs; piercings; boots; alt fashion; old sedan; empty parking lots; cigarettes; nose rings; bleached hair

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

Also I dunno whether you've watched Barbie movie in the end, but there is an actually good message of one embracing their life in their *entirety* and not just at the time of youth, energy and beauty in like period from 20 to 30 or something. Though I'd think mention of a scene where Barbie tells an old woman that she is beautiful (thus embracing the idea) and thing about her choosing to become a human and live whole life rather than always be a (literal) doll already would reach anyone by now? 🤔 And also I personally think the message that a person is already valid and enough as their own entity, even without a partner (of the opposite gender in this case) has a good merit (when Barbie and Ken let each other go). Plenty of people still think that they have "failed" in life if they don't have husband/wife. It is important to love yourself first and foremost, rather than place your worth on having a partner! Some people simply will live and die single, and it is not always a bad thing (for example, plenty of scientists of the past never found wives, instead choosing life of solitude for proper pursuit of knowledge). Basically it strangely speaks with men too, not just women. If you didn't have context for the "I am Kenough" pictures here it is yeah

Basically what I am saying is, this movie actually has kinda valid existential messages that maybe *should* be obvious but most people will get caught stressing over dumb things. Like, seeing your "worth" as a human being only in period of youth and beauty is very 'human' message. Recently one feminist movie after another fails and evokes nothing but arguments and hatred, but this movie feels different? But now I do want to know what do you think of it. Would you say that 1) they boosted it with actually very 'human' sentiments to push the agenda better (the 'giving medicine with a spoon full of sugar' kinda logic) or 2) there was *genuine* intention and positive vision of feminism? Like... do you think this is "all part of the plan" but this time trying to be "nice" instead of just insulting their own audience (like feminism movies normally do), or creators had genuinely optimistic vision and what they *think* feminism means? Or maybe the secret third thing where the movie is not bad because it doesn't take itself all that seriously + did NOT have advertisement campaign built on fabricated audience's outrage (you know, THE ones)?

I'm glad you found things in the movie to provoke thought, but I've no intention of ever seeing it myself. It's good to remind oneself sometimes that just because something's in the news this week, you don't have to jump on board the coach and go pay to look at it, with either your money or your time. I've heard in passing many detailed reports on the plot of the film, from many differing points of view, so I feel I've received enough of a multifaceted picture of what it does to know I don't want to waste two hours of my life on it. There are tens of thousands of actually good films out there that aren't trying to smuggle in radical feminist hatred of men, so I'll choose to watch those instead.

[featherwurm]

Because you're going to be stuck seeing dozens more sketches of her, here's my PC for BG3:

Zatavia “Tav” Felix, Zariel Teifling, Monk of the Open Hand, She/Her, 45

Tav talks about herself (at level 1 at the beginning of the game – spoken with strong ‘just some guy’ energy):

“My name is Tav. I am a wandering monk, seeking little more than knowledge and skill, making my way through the kindness and generosity of others. As a child, my anger, difficulty, and defiance lead to my entering of a monastic enclave in Baulder’s Gate. I flourished under routine and discipline, growing with my fellow acolytes, working, learning, and training. At twenty, I was deemed worthy enough to set out on my own path. I spent the next couple decades of my life traveling Faerûn, occasionally returning to Baulder’s Gate. I have found and lost love, luck, pain, and trial on the road, but as I am now, I walk by myself.”

Some more info and a full body ref below the cut:

favorite weapon: Hands but she carries the Gold Wyrmling staff to keep a firebolt cantrip on hand (particularly nice with her now-explosive blood)

style of combat: Off-tank utilizing ki resonating punch for crowd control and furry of blows/other disabling attacks for larger enemies

most prized possession: She isn’t material, and would walk away from physical things in a heartbeat but she does seem to keep her earrings on at most times though, some sentimentality there (a gift from an old friend)

deepest desire: A cold pint after a long day of hard work or travel, a bath, some banging sex, and a good nights rest before doing it all again

guilty pleasure: Fancy little cakes/sweets, the occasional cigarette (used to be something all the acolytes did – contraband at the monastery makes it interesting)

best-kept secret: Her full name (she is fine with her first name but thinks her last name is embarrassing – some forefather’s invention to try to make the lot of them ‘lucky’)

greatest strength: Bull-headed resolution and kindness

fatal flaw: Stubbornness and empathy (doesn't always listen well once she has an opinion)

favorite smell: Salt Spray, petrichor, campfire, pine, sandlewood

favorite spell or cantrip: Firebolt, Tasha’s hideous laughter

pet peeve: Too much background noise, multiple people trying to talk to her at the same time

bad habit: No eye-contact, not paying attention, picking violence first

hidden talent: Actually plays the lyre and sings fairly well if given the chance

leisure activity: Sleeping, fucking, exercise, meditation – not necessarily in that order

favorite drink: Dark beer, orange juice, black coffee

comfort food: Mushroom soup, lychees, rice pudding

favorite person: Karlach (in Tav’s mind this is in pink font with little hearts and glitter n shit – she’s smitten – it’s gross. She loves all her friends though very much.)

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Hugging, kissing, touching, hand-holding, tail-holding, overall despite the sort of stoic and serious bearing she’s terribly touchy and cuddly. Also a big gift-giver if she can manage it (she doesn't have much money and doesn't keep it when she does) – if she finds it it’s yours if you need it/want it.

fondest childhood memory: After a few months in the monastery getting used to the routine and work, waking up one nondescript day and just finding herself calm and ready to be awake and alive (she spent much of her childhood angry and frustrated, and at 12 after some discussion of secondary school, apprenticeship, or other options, she and her family agreed that monastic training would be the best thing for now – and it actually suited her very well.)

[merakiui]

AAAAAAHH THE SCARA FIC!!! it was so good!! the part where he's mean to us for attempting to receive help from teyvatcord rather than the internet ( ; ω ; ) and the fact u call it teyvatcord instead of discord is so cute!! honestly I feel like that small detail made me enjoy it 10x more because I'm a sucker for little canon eastereggs—and!! the harbingers and knights of favonius mention (scaras right, that name is lame!! like, who names their team 'knights of favonius') T_T sobsob <33 scara being mad at his teammates was so adorably funny hehe — that whole little segment was so funny and domestic , him mocking us and the little bickering between us <33 AND!! THE ENDING (＠_＠) don't even get me started orz.. he was surprisingly cute and somewhat nice T_T and his little ego-boost and cocky demeanor after finding out it was our first time!! (>_<) and, and!! him crying at the end aaaaa my heart orz

AND I SEE U ALREADY UPDATED UR LUNAR LOVE HOTEL M-LIST (≧▽≦)!! it's cute how u give us a little snippet and idea of what the next work will be about and who will be featured (excited for the idia piece!!) :3 I'm not really sure what u plan working on next (I think u mentioned dru? :o) but either way I am so excited and ready for anything u post (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ reading ur work always makes me happy; your blog is an addiction for me!! (>_<)

I hope u have a good rest of your weekend and make sure to rest up if you can!! :D u deserve any and all rest u can get after all the effort and work you put into feeding us so well ^_^

AHAHDHWHF (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ I LITERALLY JUST SENT AN ASK IN BUT I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED SCARA COOKING FOR US (｡T ω T｡) he was so cute and such a little loser wanting to make sure we got three meals a day and keeping us comfortable (＞﹏＜) and the way we were teasing him about it aaaa!! the crumbs of scara's domesticity while being in his captivity LOLL

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LOVELY, WONDERFUL, SWEET ANON, THANK YOU FOR SUCH A KIND MESSAGE OMG!!!!! ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

I'm very flattered you liked the little easter eggs I sprinkled throughout. I like the sound of Teyvatcord; it's really cute, so I'm happy you could enjoy it as well! And the Knights of Favonius versus Harbingers for the tournament Scaramouche was complaining about... I had fun mentioning it! Hopefully his team can win in the tournament!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ and subtly dropping Xiao into the story, too!! >:D aaaaa so many fun little allusions are packed in there!!

But I'm glad you liked the part where he's getting angry at his teammates (writing "can you stop spamming the chat for five seconds, Tartaglia? Damn!" had me cracking a silly smile because I could hear it in his voice so perfectly). I had so much fun writing that scene and his banter with Reader!! They have such a fun chemistry. >0< and his ego boost at learning you're a virgin!! He shouldn't let it feed his pride too much because he's also a virgin LOL. I had fun writing the sex scenes. Scara is so cute and lovable when he isn't being a bully. <3 originally, he was going to be very mean and it would be more so punishment sex than anything, but I liked the idea of Scara softening over the fact that it's your first time as well. Even he can be sentimental at times hehe!!

And cooking for you yes!!!! Beyond the death threats, he cares in very subtle ways and one of those is making sure you're always fed. It's perfect domestic malewife energy. Scara just wants you to be content when you're here as his kitten-captive-roommate???? All of those things... orz he's a loser, but he's a loser who cares and isn't that so sweet!!!! ^v^

I did indeed update the masterlist hehe!!! :D I'm happy to know you're looking forward to Idia's ficlet! As for what I am working on next, the upcoming chapter for DRU is halfway complete, so I might release it before finishing "The Most Dangerous Game" (a yan!Jade fic). After those fics, I'll either finish Dr. Riddle, the next Bittersweet Secret chapter, or begin writing yandere!Trey. I hope those fics can be something you can look forward to!!! (˚ᗜ˚*)

Thank you again for enjoying what I post!!! <3 I'm glad that it can make you happy!!!!! And I will be sure to get plenty of rest! Please also make sure to get enough rest and eat delicious foods and drink water and don't forget to take any medicines or vitamins you may need!!!

[skrunklybf-archived]

alrighty aphrodite

peach pit

*+:｡.｡ jean k, eren j　　｡.｡:+*

summary: you're caught between a rock and a hard place, and you don't even know it.

tags: college au, love triangle, pining, close friendship, friends to lovers, alcohol use, making out, sexual situations (but not smut)

"You're lucky you're my favorite person."

You hum to yourself, tossing the stuffed animal from hand to hand. Soft worn fur warms your fingers. From his position at his desk, Jean rolls his eyes and continues shoving papers and books in his bag haphazardly.

"Jean, Jean, stop making me live under your bed," voice high and pinched, you speak for the stuffed dog, wiggling him in the air, "it's dark, it stinks!"

The man tosses a laugh over his shoulder. "Yeah, a twenty year old ratty stuffed animal is exactly what girls want to see when I bring them home."

"It's cute, I promise."

"I'm not going for cute [Y/N], I'm going for daddy."

Laying the pup down and tucking him in on Jean's pillow, you can't hide your laughter. He slings his bag over his shoulder and waits for you to gather up your things. Next stop would be your afternoon lecture, which your friend almost always walks you to on his way to the library. You offer him a slick smile as you bid farewell to his childhood memento.

"Bye Puppy, daddy Jean will be back later."

"You should call me that more often."

He holds the door open for you, watching you pointedly with a smirk. You shove his shoulder playfully on the way out.

Things always felt so easy with Jean. Your friendship consisted of endless teasing, movie nights, and takeout benders that end with at least one of you knocked into a vicious food coma. Truthfully, you couldn't have anticipated how close you got in the span of a year. Nobody else in your group of friends seemed to get it like you two did, but it didn't matter -- you found your twin flame.

You contemplate that phrase, twin flame, as the both of you navigate campus. There certainly was a sense of burning energy sometimes. Jean's words often felt so heated, so deliberately pointed; almost always accompanied with a shit eating grin as he stares you down. You let these intense situations roll off your shoulders, though you'd be lying if they didn't plague your thoughts from time to time when you can't fall asleep at night.

"We have arrived at your destination, madame," Jean bows with a courteous wave of the arm, which you curtsy to in reply. You thank the good knight kindly and bid him farewell, eager to claim your favorite unofficial unassigned seat.

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Eren fucking Jaeger.

He's busy typing away at his laptop when you saddle up in the seat beside him. A shy greeting interrupts his key strokes, and he smiles over at you. Breath catches in your chest at the gorgeous sight.

He hangs around with Mikasa and Armin, who you see socially somewhat often, but your quiet time with him here is easily the closest you get to the tall boy. With Jean being your partner in crime, you know all about their weird rivalry -- except for why they have it in the first place. "I just can't stand him." Was the brunette's answer when you asked, along with something about Eren calling him a horse in high school (he was not amused when you meekly agreed to the sentiment).

A few moments pass, allowing you to collect your thoughts and open your notes on your laptop. The light scent of Eren's cologne (something woodsy and clean) tickles your senses and makes your heart flutter. You don't notice his gaze flicking to you more than once or twice until he speaks up, voice hushed.

"You look nice today, [Y/N]."

Suddenly feeling very small, your heartbeat ticks away in your ears. A tiny thanks slips its way out and you absently fiddle with your hair, refusing to make eye contact.

Something has to give. You gotta do something about this fucking crush eventually. Can he just reject you already so you can move on? You find yourself gnawing at your lip, staring at the blank screen before you, and contemplate the long haired boy to your side. You've heard about various girlfriends, you've seen his arm around different bodies at the occasional party you attend -- there's no way in hell Eren Jaeger could be boyfriend material. At least, not the way you want him to be.

Notes taken but hardly any words absorbed in your stupor, you take your time packing up, a subconscious effort to spend more time in Eren's personal bubble. You hear him stand and crack a few joints.

"Are you busy this weekend?" Your heart threatens to stop.

"No, why?" Too quick, too eager, reel it in! With a cough you clear your throat and turn to face him. Sometimes you forget how tall he is -- Eren easily towers over you. He's wearing a casual smile as he speaks and a few stray strands of hair brush against his beautiful cheekbones.

"Well, I'm having some people over on Saturday. You should come."

"Oh, I'm not really a party person..."

Stop, what are you doing? Just say yes, you idiot!

"Not a party. Just a kickback," Eren checks his phone absently before pocketing it again, "you can bring Jean if you want."

Yes, Jean... honestly, the idea does settle your frazzled nerves, even just momentarily. He's quite the security blanket. You hum to yourself for a second before offering a small shrug.

"Sure, just text me when."

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Jean cradles his jaw in his hand, repeatedly refreshing his feed, desperately hoping for something interesting to distract him. It's been half an hour and you still can't decide on what to wear to Jaeger's stupid little get together. A mountain of discarded clothes sits next to Jean on your bed.

"What do you think about this one?"

He lifts his eyes to you. You're holding a simple white tank top against your torso with a flannel draped over your shoulder -- he can see part of your bra poking out beneath your choices. The man forces his eyes away and back to your face. Definitely not the first time you've changed in front of him, but still, he can't help his curious gaze.

"Yes."

"You said that about the last three outfits."

Jean groans and drags a hand down his face.

"You're gonna look hot in anything, [Y/N]. Trust me, it doesn't take a whole lot to impress a guy like Jaeger."

With your back turned, you still flush at the mention of Eren, but throw a scoff over your shoulder. You slip into the tank top and pull the thin flannel sleeves over your arms. "Whatever, shut up." Of course Jean knows, and of course he's none too thrilled. Yet, you didn't have to beg him to accompany you like you thought you would. The man practically jumped down your throat about tagging along. Free booze is free booze, you suppose.

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Annoyance is an understatement. Jean could practically feel his teeth gritting to dust in his mouth as you guide him into Eren's apartment. The music is loud but disembodied laughter could still be heard from different rooms. A little hang out, my ass. There's at least fifteen people crammed into the living room alone.

He's never hated parties. Any chance to get out, drink, and fuck around with his friends is automatically a good time for Jean. But lately, it's felt different. Ever since you drunkenly spilled your guts (and eventually your dinner) about your crush on Eren, Jean felt sick just walking into the brunette's apartment. Fuck, he couldn't even properly revel in beating Reiner's ass at beer pong anymore.

His rivalry with Jaeger was always surface level. Yeah, they fucked around in high school, they talked shit and pushed each other around, but Jean wouldn't say he hated him.

Until he watched Eren snake his arm around your waist and whisper something in your ear, making you smile and tilt your head away to try to hide the heat blooming on your cheeks.

Now he fucking hated him.

Connie finds him easily, as he always does, but his rowdy greeting dies on his tongue once he sees the jaw clenching. The staring. Connie gently nudges his friend, already offering Jean his own cup, and stays with him as Eren guides you away by the wrist.

"You alright man?"

"Fantastic." Jean snags the drink and takes a long gulp. He can't be stressing about whatever shit you're going to get in with Jaeger. Anyone who's been around the shit for more than a day could tell you he eats women up and spits them out again.

Jean's not an angel by any means -- you've bore witness to many hookup stories straight from Jean himself (straight from the horse's mouth, you'd joke) -- but at least he makes it clear that's all it is. A fuck just to fuck, and they're both on the same page. Some aching feeling in Jean's chest tells him that, despite you being so fucking intelligent, you're dumbstruck by Eren and his fucking manbun. And he doesn't feel like he could handle the aftermath of you crying your eyes out over some asshole that just wanted a lay when you clearly deserve someone so much fucking better.

Fuck, he could be that better for you. He could scratch your scalp just the way you like it, he could pick up your usual order from your favorite Chinese takeout, he could listen to you talk about your latest Netflix obsession for hours. Jean was fucking in love with you.

And he can't watch you giggle all over Eren Jaeger, of all people, or he'll puke. He sighs.

You're a big girl. You can make your own decisions.

Jean joins Connie in the corner with Sasha. He's gotta get plastered if he's gonna get over this stupid grudge, at least for the night.

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You felt guilty leaving Jean, at least until Connie showed his perfect little cue ball head. The nagging voice in your head began to settle a bit once you noticed the usual trio chatting away and throwing back shots of mystery liquor. In front of you, though, was a tall drink of a man -- Eren, in his lanky glory. He commented on your outfit once he found you, not even attempting to hide the way his eyes slid up and down your form a few times. An angry wasp occupied your belly as his large hand encircled your wrist and drug you away.

Eren's words are a little slurred, but his voice is so deep as he speaks into your hair. You can nearly feel his vibrations.

"I'm glad you came. You look really good, [Y/N]."

The praise paints your face in pink surprise. Such outward flirting makes your insides twist in a flurry of excitement. You smile up at him, catching his doting gaze for a minute.

"What's the catch, Jaeger?" Attempting to bat your lashes, you sip at the drink he provided you, and lick your plump lips. He arches a brow and smirks. God, he knows how handsome he is. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"No catch. Just wanted to spend some time with you, maybe get to know you a little more without your guard dog over your shoulder."

Guard dog? His words slump over you, leaving a slight bitter taste on your tongue. Still, you swallow it down with another sip of bitter drink, and roll your head to the side with a little laugh. A hand settles on your lower back and pulls you closer to him. Eren smells so good, he has heat positively radiating off of his perfect skin -- you find yourself nearly hypnotized by this man.

"Can I get you another drink, beautiful?"

Time fucking flies. You have no idea how long you'd been there, how many drinks you'd had already, or when you planned on going home. There are masculine hands wandering over you, slipping from your waist to grip your ass, and teeth nipping at your neck. You're in a state of bliss. Pushed up against the railing of the balcony, a breeze blows your messy hair to the side to allow Eren better access to his treasure. He hums against your pulse and you grip his shirt tightly, little gasps falling from your lips.

"You always sit next to me," he mumbles into your skin, peppering tiny kisses up to meet your ear, "you always look so amazing. I wanted to get you alone, have you all for myself for a while." His words come rushed, almost jumbled, and you have to fight through your brain fog to piece them together. God, you can't think. Your brain is swimming in a pool of hormones and rum. Knotting your hands in his long hair, placing kisses across his jaw, you claim his mouth and shut him up. Eren slides his tongue over your swollen lips and groans into you, pushing against your body with a sense of need.

Yearning, his fingers dance from your supple ass to the soft skin of your tummy, barely peeking out under your ruffled tank top. A gasp rips from your throat, only seeming to feed his hunger. Eren inches his fingers upward, so slow, as he kisses wet marks down your jaw. Your head is reeling. Fireworks constantly blow over your drunken body, something deep in your tummy coiling tightly.

"Fuck, Jean," slips from your lips, and the fingers pause. The heat from your throat pulls away. As your eyes slide open, vision slightly blurred, you're met with a curious teal gaze.

"Jean, hmm?"

What?

A devious grin envelops Eren's face, his hands now laying flat against your stomach. He works little circles into your skin with his thumbs and attacks your neck again, his tongue easily sliding down to your collar bone.

"What would he think," the brunette slurs into your shoulder, "if he saw us like this?"

Your eyes slide closed. Why is he talking about Jean? You feel his slender fingers work up your top, just under your bra, and your throat nearly closes.

Fuck, did you just...?

"Eren, I'm sorry," voice weak, your arms drop from his head to rest on his shoulders. The man continues his assault on your shoulder, biting and sucking, rocking his body against yours in a hypnotizing rhythm.

"Mm, don't worry baby," he presses his forehead against yours and you can feel his hot breath across your face. You chance a peek and find him staring down at you. "I can bring you back in one piece, if you ask nicely."

Your lip quivers. This feels... wrong. The tangent of butterflies in your stomach instantly drops dead, instead taking on a heavy boulder of guilt. Defeated, your hands fall to pull his wrists down, away from your sweaty body.

This is what you had wanted. This is what you daydreamed about during class, that you imagined in the shower with your hands wandering places you could only dream of him tasting for himself. Why do you feel so... dirty?

"I'm sorry Eren, I... I can't."

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Pathetic was never a word Jean would use to describe himself, except for this very moment. No other string of letters could describe the black hole in his chest he desperately poured mixed drinks into.

Yeah, he beat Reiner and Bert again, and no, not because Connie kept pretending to puke on their shoes when it was their turn to toss. And yeah, the music was good, the booze was free, but fuck, he felt so alone.

You disappeared part way through the night. Nobody Jean casually asked had seen you, and better yet, the host was nowhere to be found, either. Sasha made an offhand comment about how you were probably off getting railed in Eren's closed bedroom, and Jean couldn't hide his distaste.

What a joke. He didn't own you, for fucks sake! He had no business acting like some kicked puppy because you were ballsy enough to make a move on your crush. Still, Jean bites back disappointment and throws back another shot.

The night was dying down, with several people already peacing out for the comfort of their own homes to nurse the impending hangover. He wouldn't leave without you, that's your rule -- you go together, you leave together, unless otherwise specified -- but man, you were hard to track down. Jean peeks a woozy head into the fridge in search of something to snack on, occupy his bumbling mouth. He'd already made too many snarky comments about the night to Connie for his liking.

A hand on his back startles him enough to snap his head up, and into the door of the freezer with a heavy thud.

"Aw, fuck!"

"Can you take me home please?"

[Y/N]?

Your lips are quivering, your arms are crossed over your chest in a self soothing hug. Jean feels his heart drop at the sight.

"Yeah, of course... you alright, bug?"

"I just wanna go home."

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The walk to your dorm is eerily quiet. Your hand squeezes his arm like you'd fall through the Earth without it, but Jean doesn't question it. He doesn't question your messy hair, or the budding bruise over your collar bone. Rubbing assumptions in your face would only alienate you and shove you down further into whatever pit you were currently slipping into. He can be an idiot sometimes, but the universe leant him some brain cells momentarily.

He takes you inside, shoves your mess of clothes onto the floor to deal with later, and sits you down. Gaze heavy and distant, you watch him take your shoes off your feet, you watch him gently slide your flannel off your shoulders and drape it over your desk chair. Jean fishes some comfortable shorts from your drawer and offers them to you with a look so utterly compassionate, it splits your heart in two.

"Do you like me, Jean?"

He's caught off guard by this. Your voice is almost raspy, like when you first wake up. But you're not crying. No, you look deep in thought, your eyes swimming over his. He looks between the shorts and your face, worry lines plaguing your delicate features.

"I mean, yeah, [Y/N]. You're my favorite person, you know that."

"No. I mean, do you like me?"

Jean tosses words around in his head for a moment. Watching you turn up with your tail between your legs certainly slapped some sobriety into his skull, but he could still feel the buzz and tingle under his skin. He sighs.

Ah, fuck it.

"Yeah, I do. A lot actually. Figured it was pretty obvious when I let you meet Puppy."

Relief floods his core once Jean catches your lips twitch upward.

You grab the shorts, rise to your feet, and instruct him to turn around while you change your bottoms. He obliges, as always, but can't help the curiosity burning away at his tongue.

"Why you suddenly wanna know?"

A ball of clothes smacks hard against his back.

"I guess I realized I've been watching the wrong guy."

And you crawl into bed, crawl into his peripheral, looking so angelic as you snuggle under your comforter. Your words are lightning and thunder to his tipsy senses. He allows himself to watch you for a moment, dimly lit by your fairy lights, grin stretching across his face.

All that stress, all that bitterness he tucked away for weeks, suddenly sweeps away from under him when he says, "I'm picking you up for breakfast tomorrow." Content, you nuzzle into your pillow and hum thoughtfully.

"Can you bring Puppy?"

"Fuck you. Goodnight, bug."

Jean places an obnoxious smooch on your forehead, smoothing away wayward locks as he looks down at you. It's all clicking. That tightness in your chest feels oddly welcoming as his stubble brushes against you.

Ah, fuck it.

Your fingers grip the collar of his shirt and pull him down to your level again, planting your lips firmly on his -- he tastes like cherry vodka. Jean lets out a small grunt of surprise, but leans into you instantly, eyebrows dancing close to his hairline. You release him from your hold, and pull back just enough to speak against his mouth, "goodnight, Jean."

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His walk home is a whirlwind. Too many emotions pound against his chest and rattle his core as his mind wanders. Fuck, he's excited. You kissed him, you actually had the balls to kiss him, and that's more than he had the right to claim. How long has he even had feelings for you? Too fucking long.

But fuck, he's still so jealous.

Jean knows the bitterness will fade. He knows the negativity will easily be overshadowed by... whatever the fuck you're pulling him into. But he'd happily let you lead him wherever you want. You say jump, he says 'fuck you. how high?'

Your voice follows him home, wraps around him, and lulls him to sleep.

"I guess I realized I've been watching the wrong guy."

"Goodnight, Jean."

[afreakingdork]

HELLO YES IM SORRY I JUST HAD TO SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT YOUR OWN FIC AND HOW MUCH I LOVE IT please accept these deranged ramblings of an angst-addled mind

“They were worried about his wellbeing for whatever reason” - DONNIE. YOU DUM DUM. THEY LOVE YOU AND YOU LOCKED YOURSELF IN YOUR LAB FOR A WEEK >:c

Donnie reads like he’s so trapped and just trying to ignore it until it goes away :<  Ofc he’s gonna lash out when Leo backs him into a corner

Mikey and Raph are being oddly chill about it all though, are they trying to let Donnie sort through whatever he’s dealing with?  Casual brotherly support and this is probably not the first time they’ve seen Donnie behave like this, Leo just has that *Donnie Sense*  They just seem mostly concerned that he’s physically taking care of himself at the moment, which I know Donnie put on a facade but hhhhhhhhh 

Donatello “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day I’ll die” Hamato

I love how Donnie thinks he’s calculated out his family’s reactions to things and parsed out the appropriate resources in his mind, and then here comes Leo with a monkey wrench lol

The repetition…Leo…are you actually 12…

Leo: “Look, you know I hate pulling rank as leader-"

Raph and literally all of us: “You really don’t.”

I love how Leo’s trying to convince Donnie to talk to him well after he’s already smashed his grubby gumball hands over all his buttons.  And laughing when Donnie is clearly upset - unfortunately very on brand, lmao ;v; Did he realize just how hard he poked the bear I wonder

“Make me” I can hear him just spitting it out like venom, I got fuckin chills, you KNOW something’s about to give hehehehehe

Ooooh, has Donnie not reached breaking point in a long time? That mental armor can’t protect you from everything Dee.  That, and you’re really good at spinning yourself in circles. There it is, classic Donnie overthink.

Also like, I KNOW it needed to happen, but LEO.  HE WARNED YOU THREE TIMES!!! WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN????

Donnie: Go ask your lover!

Leo: lmao bro i have no game wym

Man Leo really fell for that punchline

Sorry fhkajdfsk

Donnie really used Emergency Exit with that shell drop move, Donatello has left the building

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn your precious computers off!” - Leo, who has apparently never seen a horror movie

ALSO. OMG.  THE MYSTIC SPARK?!?! THAT IMAGERY?!?! OOOH I GOT TINGLES AGAIN THAT WAS SO GOOD I CAN IMAGINE IT HFKHAJKFSD

The whole fIGHT I CAN’T EVEN

IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN OMG y’know how sometimes you read a thing and you’re like ‘i can’t visualize where in space these people’s bodies are’ yeah no, I didn’t get any of that this was so well done I LOVED IT

“We are INSIDE, young man!” - Nice last-ditch effort, bro

I also wonder what was going on in Donnie’s brain during this, but I get the feeling it would be like angry TV static

The voice crack…..Donnie honey im ;A;

AND OF COURSE LEO ONLY REALIZES HOW BADLY HE FUCKED UP AFTERWARDS sigh…again, very on brand

Did Reader blanking out their phone screen hurt? Yes.  More than it should have? Probably.  I’m a sentimental baby buhuhuuuu…

Also SIX DAYS???? HAS LEO NOT APOLOGIZED TO READER???? IN SIX DAYS???  Or would it be three? STILL!!!

Lmao I just imagine Leo on the phone with that lovely *wind* sound in the receiver also WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST DONNIE WHY WOULD YOU PHRASE IT LIKE THAT LEO WTF MAN  I mean he’s potentially concussed tbh so I guess he gets a small pass XDDDDD

'YOU DIDN’T CHECK THE GIANT SKYLIGHT?! LEO!!!!!' - Mind Raph

Leo, forever now: ‘Did we check???’

Also!  You got Splinter’s voice perfectly right (at least that’s my opinion) I love it you did so good <3  Also I’m with Splinter “Did you not think to ask love interest first!?”

“Come here often?” Boi i will smack you myself

My dear Author.  The WHOLE scene with Donnie.  Broke my damn heart.  Again.  You’re very good at that, you know?

Angsty boy sittin alone on a cliff, and being able to visualize how damn tired he is, no energy to react physically until he literally drags himself to his feet, I’M-

And Donnie, honey, you’re very smart but there you go again hypothesizing with not enough data,,,how many different theories have you crafted baby boy,,,

Sometimes u gotta jiggle the Donnie

And then break his brain a lil ;3

Ohhh and THEN THE REALIZATION SETTING IN i loved that SO much, just ‘dear god, what have I done’ which TO BE FAIR I’d have done the same thing if Leo had laughed in the face of my assumed heartbreak

And oof, He’s gonna need some Down Time to recover from this emotional whiplash.  Just needs a good Sit and maybe a lil Cry and maybe when he’s feeling less Raw all three of you need to actually fucking communicate I swear to Pizza Supreme-

Anyways, holy shit, I have some FEELINGS ABOUT THIS FIC

You are AMAZING and I CANNOT WAIT to see what you do next

THANK YOU AND HAVE AN AMAZING NIGHT <3

Shade you absolute animal (/pos)! I cannot believe you wrote me a play by play. I adored every minute of it!

For Mikey and Raph playing it chill, I imagine the brothers all show their love in different ways. Leo might have waited in another instance, but in this one he has a personal connection and intel on what's going on that's driving him a bit nuts.

The "lmao bro i have no game wym" totally destroyed me, full on ugly cackling. That is actually how I intended that laugh to go over! He was thinking "YOU KNOW ME, YOU KNOW I'M SINGLE AS HELL BRO"

Otherwise, I'll keep chugging along and

Thank YOU and YOU have a good night!

[dreyhendyheadquarters]

Hello how are you? I recently started following you and I love your profile💖I wanted to make a post request but I don't know if you will accept to do so. I would like to order an ABC NSFW from Hendrickson (because NOBODY has done it so far and I REALLY wanted to see someone do it). If you don't want to do an ABC NSFW, you can do an ABC SFW. That's all☺️🙏🏻

Hello @eustasskiller ! This might be unexpected for you since it took me so long to answer you, but I decided to accept your request! The very long wait can also answer the “how are you?” question. I am doing good overall (and I hope you are too!), but there are some hiccups. Life has been very busy for me lately, as I have been saying over and over again. And it’s true, but there’s also the fact that I’m not too sturdy at the moment, and I get knocked down often. A lot of focusing on the outside world but also the inside world, which doesn’t leave me a lot of time or energy for the digital world. I want to start posting stuff here again, but now is not the right time. But it will come, and I will be so grateful if you have patience. And @eustasskiller , also, thank you for the lovely words, they are very much appreciated, you are so kind to spread some love for some stranger on the internet. I don’t know if any of you were even wondering were I was, but if you were, this was a small update. I am well, just a little unsteady. Thank you all so much for sticking around despite the weird circumstances, you are all amazing.

… sorry about that, I got a bit sentimental there. Maybe not the best post to do that on… this blog is a strange place, what can you do. And yes, I did go with the Hendrickson ABC NSFW. Because why not. I am here to deliver. Pretty late delivery, but I hope you still like it regardless and it’s what you wanted to see!

NSFW WARNING: NSFW BELOW. DONT PROCEED IF THAT AINT YOUR CUP OF TEA.

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

After sex Hendrickson is very giddy and cuddly. He wants hugs and kisses from Dreyfus, and also some reassurance. On his part he will kiss Dreyfus and stroke his hair, while giving him compliments. Overall he likes to take a moment to check on his lover before cleaning up.

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

He never really cared much for his own appearance. His unusual features always made him stand out from his piers, which he didn’t like. But he does think he has nice legs. His favorite part of Dreyfus are his hands. He thinks they are very beautiful and he loves holding them.

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

He does this super gross thing where he will be giving Dreyfus a blowjob, and when he’s finished, he’ll get up and kiss Dreyfus while his mouth is still full. It’s a heat of the moment thing, and he doesn’t do it often. Dreyfus has mixed feelings about this.

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

During the ten years of Fraudrin’s influence, he sometimes fooled around with Helbram when Dreyfus/Fraudrin wouldn’t pay attention to him for long periods of time.

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

He is pretty experienced and knows exactly what he’s doing. Dreyfus was not the first guy he ever slept with, so he has previous experience, and would guide Dreyfus a bit the first few times they had sex. Although they both also had additional experience from the Fraudrin years.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Yes he’s very basic. He likes looking Dreyfus in the face and also not doing a lot, so it suits him. Although cowgirl (is that right for this situation?) is a close second.

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

He is not serious at all in the moment, they are both really goofy during sex. Their top priority in these moments is to have fun. He also gets very cheeky.

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

He is VERY well groomed. He shaves his chest, belly and armpits regularly. He doesn’t shave his arms or legs, but his body hair is so light colored and fine that you can hardly see it. And yes, the very tidy carpet does match the drapes.

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

He is very intimate. He and Dreyfus communicate a lot during sex and check up on one another, remark if something is uncomfortable, and call each other the loveliest of nicknames, which they both love very much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

At some point him and Dreyfus started exchanging love notes every now and again, which sometimes end up very explicit. Hendrickson would read them while masturbating.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a praise kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Beds, obviously, but also on tables or counters. Maybe in a secluded forest clearing if they’re feeling adventurous.

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

Due to his kink, nice words, sweet nothings and cute nicknames whispered in his ear paired with kisses all over his face and neck get him going. Also Dreyfus manhandling him and putting him right where he wants him.

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

He would never do anything outside of his or Dreyfus’ house, or anything too risky that might end in one or both of them getting hurt. His biggest turn offs are hitting and hair-pulling. He wants to be handled with care.

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

Although he does like receiving it himself, he prefers giving, and he is pretty damn good at it.

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

Kind of a mix of both. When he’s on top, he starts slow, and speeds up and gets rougher towards the end. He also likes it that way himself when he’s the bottom, which is a lot more common than him topping.

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

He doesn’t really like quickies, will rarely do one, usually at Dreyfus’ request. He’s not a very spontaneous person with these things, he likes it at least a little preplanned, and with as much time as they want.

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

Although very content with the bare minimum, he does like to experiment with something new from time to time. But it’s always discussed beforehand with Dreyfus, to make sure they’re both good with the idea, and it’s never anything too crazy or risky.

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

Since he’s an older guy he can’t go on and on, and his maximum is three rounds. But since Dreyfus is even older and usually doing most of the work, they usually go for one or two rounds. He can last a reasonable amount of time, but Dreyfus knows how to speed up the process if he wants to.

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

Trying to stay relevant to the time period, he does not have any toys. He might occasionally fashion one from an adequately shaped vegetable. They’ve also experimented with equipment that one would usually use to ride a horse.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t really a very big tease, Dreyfus is just too irresistible for him to want to tease him for long. He does occasionally play on Dreyfus’ own kink, sexy outfits, and dresses himself up for the other.

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

He’s very loud and unapologetic about it. Most common sounds are groans and moans, very positive feedback and a lot of swearing.

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

There is a Boar Hat waitress outfit he nicked from the tavern in his wardrobe. He himself doesn’t really like wearing it, since he believes that he looks like a tool in a skirt, but Dreyfus goes mental when he sees him in it. So he wears for him sometimes, at home where no one else can see them.

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

He sure as hell has a penis. If I were to use one word to describe my vision for his member, it would be ‘elegant’. He’s average sized, about 13 centimeters. Uncircumcised, and because he’s quite pale his glans contrasts a lot with his skin. Not very girthy, not very veiny. Nice balls. I’ve never written such a detailed description of a penis, I hope you’re happy.

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

I’d say pretty high, he’s definitely got more sex drive than Dreyfus. He’s calmed down a bit with age, but not a lot. He usually doesn’t act upon his impulses though, understanding that Dreyfus has a lower libido, and also much preferring it when Dreyfus is in the mood and gets things started. Although he will take matters into his own hands if nothing’s happened between them for a wile.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually, he’s pleasantly exhausted and more than happy to fall asleep as fast as possible in Dreyfus’ arms. Although sometimes sleep will not come immediately, and he lays awake for a while, thinking about many a thing, especially how glad and happy he is that he and Dreyfus are together, and his love has finally been reciprocated.

+ a bonus drawing of Hendrickson to go with the ABC, posing as an art model lets say…

I’ve made a similar one for Dreyfus, so it was only fair I make one for him too.

[calcifersfireplaceonao3]

Prompt: Leon and Claire go hangout one night after a hard mission and Leon lets slip how much he loves Claire

This got long 😅

Media: Resident Evil

Ship: Cleon (Claire Redfield/Leon S. Kennedy)

Rating: tentatively Teen, due to mentions of canon typical violence and injuries

Tags: confessing love, hurt/comfort, post RE6

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An almost annoying rhythm of knocks raps against his hotel room door and Leon has to chuckle to himself; thirty-six straight hours of running for their lives in a shit situation and Claire somehow still has the energy to be cheeky. When he opens the door she looks equally as exhausted as he feels, comfortable jeans and soft sweater with the rare sight of her hair down barely masking that she seems minutes away from swaying on her feet. But she still showed, just like she always does.

“How’s the shoulder.” He asks and cracks a smile when she makes a face and shrugs with her good arm, moving past him into the room and bringing the clean smell of shampoo with her.

“All good. It took fifteen minutes to fish out the stupid piece of, fucking, whatever that was.” He laughs and she sticks out her tongue, “How are your stitches?”

He taps the outside of his thigh lightly and thumbs up, “Wrapped up nice and tight. I think Hunnigan has told them to punish me when I do something stupid though, the guy sewing me up was very stab happy.”

It’s her turn to laugh at him and he nudges her good shoulder softly. “We still going out? We could always stay here and order pizza or something.”

She sighs in relief dramatically, smoothing her hands over her face before shooting him a grateful smile, “Oh my god yes, junk food and becoming an installation the couch sounds amazing.”

“On it.” Claire busies herself while he orders, nosing through the mini-fridge and laughing at the tiny bottles, eventually surfacing with a sparkling water for him that he wrinkles his nose at and a soda for herself. When he turns to join her in the meager hotel suite ‘sitting’ room, she’s taken off her shoes and light sweater leaving her in a thin camisole resting lightly over the thick bandage around her left shoulder.

“How much does this hurt?” The bandage can’t cover the dark bruises seeping across her skin, the points of her spine highlighted in reds and purples accented with scrapes and nicks. All he can think about is the back of her jacket and how it was nearly shredded, large holes from shrapnel… the one time she doesn’t wear a leather jacket and it's when she needed its protection the most. Gently he sweeps her hair over one shoulder to see everything. Unable to help himself he rests his palm carefully on her skin, to remind himself that she’s still here and relatively safe.

“Well, I won’t be sleeping on my back for a while, that’s for sure. But I’m good, it’ll heal. They gave me some strong painkillers, I’ll be fine.” He doesn’t say anything and she tenses, the muscles under his palm bunching as she sneaks a look at his face.

“You’re going to get sentimental on me, aren’t you.” Claire half jokes and taps his hand where it rests just above the bandage on her shoulder. “Spill it.”

When he can’t find the words she takes his hand and turns, “Leon, seriously. Talk to me about it.”

She lets him find what he wants to say in semi-peace, giving him time, guiding him to sit on the couch with her. He frowns when her back rests too much weight on the rough fabric and she hisses quietly, leaning forward.

“I saw you get tagged and… wow. I don’t know. It was like I couldn’t breathe.” Eventually she breaks the silence, his grace period apparently over as she masterfully cuts right to the heart of it. “I know it was just a graze, but- seeing you get shot… and so close.”

Her hand hovers at his side where his shirt hides the bandage plastered to his ribcage. “Anyway, I didn’t think it would be that hard, you know? We’ve seen each other get hurt before, but I don’t know. I guess that’s something you can’t get used to.”

They don’t have a way of defining exactly what they are, but the years of circling around each other seem to be finally at an end. Enough at least that he feels like it’s okay to card his fingers through her hair and by the way she presses her cheek into his palm and closes her eyes it’s clear his touch isn’t unwelcome.

“You,” his voice comes out low and hollow, surprising them both, “you were caught up in that explosion, and you weren’t answering on comms–”

“Because I was unconscious.” She says, matter-of-fact.

“Yeah. You were unconscious." Leon's not sure there could be much that would be scarier than finding her face down and unresponsive. She was still breathing, and even though he was worried that he was doing more damage moving her, he'd fireman carried her towards a hiding spot and waited anxiously until she'd woken up. Claire has always been tough, whatever grit that seems to be genetic in the Redfields helping her push through almost everything; she'd even helped carry him when a C-virus victim had taken out a good chunk of his leg with their claws and he couldn't run as fast as they needed to.

"This one was a bad one." She says with a small sad smile. "Not sure it could have gone much worse."

We're still alive at least, he thinks and as if she read his mind she says the same thing aloud. Then there's not a lot to talk about because their food is here and they're both ravenous, scarfing down their food while Claire also picks out a movie for them. She loves cheesy horror movies and he loves watching her enjoy them, spending most of the runtime watching her instead, commenting occasionally when he finds something to be particularly stupid and laughing with her.

When it's over her usually bright eyes are losing the fight against exhaustion and should let her go, let her leave to get some well earned sleep.

She doesn't say anything when he lays back and pulls her with him, arranging them so she's not putting any pressure or contact on her back, her weight pinning him in a comforting and grounding way.

"I can stay here." She whispers into his chest, he can feel her smile and waits for whatever she thinks is so funny, "My bathroom looks like I killed someone and I feel very guilty for the housekeeper that is going to have to deal with that. You'd be doing me a solid letting me hide out."

It's a flimsy, stupid excuse, but it makes him laugh anyway. "Oh, if it's just for that reason, I think you can."

"Great, just give me like, five minutes and I'll get up and stop crushing you." The soft puff of air from her laugh when he wraps his arms around her waist to keep her there is something he wants to hear over and over. Her breathing slows and he's suddenly anxious that she may be asleep when he finally has the words for what he's been trying to say for what may well be years now.

"Claire."

"Yeah?" She mumbles.

"I… I was terrified because I couldn't lose you. Not when– not when I hadn't told you," he takes a deep breath and she's holding herself very still, listening intently, "Claire, I'm in love with you. I probably have been for a long time, or at least longer than I realize, I'm sorry it took so long for me to get my shit together and say something. The idea that I almost missed my chance again, only this time it wasn't because of you being with someone else, or my dumb ass not having my head on straight, but because you died…"

Claire pushes up on her good arm to get a good look at his face and he loosens his arms to let her, uncomfortable about spilling his guts like this but knowing that she'll be thoughtful in her answer, whatever it'll be.

"I'm still here." She says, and her other palm is flat against his chest. A warm reminder of her words and her presence. She speaks slowly, carefully choosing her words, "I've been in love with you since those weeks we had with Sherry, I've tried to get over it, get over you since but it's never stuck. I thought we missed it too. Us, I mean. I'm really happy that maybe we haven't."

Her wide smile, almost the same as the one she'd given him all those years ago when they had met back up, separated by a chain link fence, already so loyal and glad to see him. He likes to think of it as his smile, something she saves for him.

She's still smiling when he kisses her gently.

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For once something not angsty from me in the way of them arguing with each other!

[suugrbunz]

hi girly!!

1. love love your stuff

2. hope you’re doing well fr

3. could i pls request a bob ship?

appearance wise i’m 5’5 with an average build. ngl i’m a little heavy on the top iykwim so my back always hurts fr. LOL anyways i have blue/green eyes and brown hair that has like goldfish highlights in the sun. i’m half asian half white so do with that what you will. i’m pretty pale honestly oh and my hair is long, like almost to my butt long. id like to think i have a nice smile lol and i love making a pouty face, it’s just so fun.

personality wise i’m an ENFP-T so i’m naturally extroverted and outgoing. i make friends wherever i go and i’m a great people person. i can hold conversations with really anyone and people always tell me i’m very mature and good with adults and older people. i’m also a 2w3 so i tend to be a bit of a people pleaser. i naturally am drawn to leadership positions and taking charge but when i do i often over extend myself trying to accommodate everyone and their every need. i am a generally funny person. sometimes i make a joke that goes too far but i love making others laugh. i also am always complimenting people. i can be insecure myself but i love making others feel good.

i can get into a mood very easily tho. i do my best to hide it but i am very busy so i am not always the greatest in the morning and if i spend too much time around certain people i get cranky. i don’t snap nearly as much as i used too but my friends can tell when something’s off. i hate getting in those moods where im sulking but it happens sometimes. usually after some joking around or spending time with other people i snap out of it. what can i say im stubborn.

i love being involved in school. student council, SPIRIT WEEK, choir, clubs— all that jazz. i’m a pretty good student yk like i have a good rep at school and am pretty well known. i am also a theater kid. i know im sorry. i have been singing for a really long time and it’s like my thing.

i love you sing, dance, act, read, write, listen to music, shop, and spend time with people. my love language is for sure quality time but i do love words of affirmation. i often get called an “old soul” because i am very sentimental with old school values and i am drawn to anything 40s-90s. i am a die hard 80s music and movie fan and my friends think it’s funny im so obsessed with the classics (if you couldnt tell i am a history and english nerd, my close friend calls me her “favorite history buff”) but yeah i love spending time with others. me and my dad bond over watching movies together and listening to music and you bet im the life of the party wherever i go. always the first to do or initiate something, jumping onto the dance floor first and being the last too leave — i don’t like missing out so i take all the chances i can.

anyways i hope that’s enough info and i’m sorry if that’s too much or i rambled. honestly id be grateful if you even read up to this point. if you get a chance to write a ship i would really appreciate it but if not i totally understand!! no pressure whatsoever. thank you bestie boo :)💛💛

I've not felt quite that happy in the past week for numerous reasons. I think with time I'll be fine. Dumb memories, yknow? I know what you mean I'm heavy on top as well lmao. I like the way you speak. You seem really exciting. Thanks for the request

here's your ship!! (🚢)

꒰ I ship you with . . . Floyd Talbert ৎ୭ ꒱

A mutual friend decided to hold a party that was themed to a 1950s sock hop. Dancing to 1950s music was an ideal situation for you especially with the fashion you'd dawn. It seems absolutely perfect, right?

In the corner of the dance hall, he kept glancing at your. Sure, he could probably dance with anyone he'd want to but he had formed a soft spot for you. Even if he didn't know you. Something about your energy was so lovely.

He fell from the start, something about you was... Well, he couldn't put his finger on it but he knew you two were meant to have a relationship... Even if he has some red flags (he comes off a bit player-ish but it's ok)

Your first date is shortly after your first meeting; The way you two met was romantic and by the end of the night had been obviously flirting. So, he asked for your number and when it'd be best to call you.

You two ended up planning the date at the local mall; There's an arcade and theatre nearby, plus mall food. So you two can window shop, go play games, or maybe watch a movie. Maybe all of the above. It seems quite wholesome.

Floyd kissed you goodnight, it wasn't on the lips. That'd be too much at a far too quick rate. He kissed your forehead and for a moment you saw him blush. It's been quite clear he isn't shy, but hey, he's got a soft spot for you. And he can't hide blush.

Your second first kiss— aka your real first kiss...

You initiated it. You gave his lips a quick peck at the end of one of your dates. He was awestruck by the feelings that fluttered around his stomach. You were everything he wanted to fall in love with. You're the measure of his dreams.

The song that represents you two is ; I Saw Her Standing There by The Beatles (pretty cute for you two <3)

[oraclekleo]

I'm being anonymous here hope you don't mind . But I want to vent . Hope it's okay for you ?? Soo for past years I'm avoiding being less sentimental about the way my parents body shame me . But for the last couple of months it's like I'm on edge . I can't anymore .... The moment they start this topic my head instantly start to hurt and I get a lump in my throat then I went back to my room and cry in front of mirror. Silently so they can't hear me . I just stare at my reflection like a statue . Numb . All red and teary eyes. I'm always not like this . I love to pamper myself . Do skincare and put on my fav makeup and style my hairs however I like . I feel good GOOD !! And also I stare in front of a mirror and pose , with just my undergarments and it makes me feel sexy and gorgeous . Then I blast my fav Playlist and dance like there's no tomorrow. I feel alive and lovely . But God knows why it triggers me so much when my parents body shame me that too infront of others and then I fall into this loophole of self hatred . I DON'T WANT TO. I DON'T WANT TO FEEL DEPRESSED AND SAD . But alas it's just happens . The weird thing is that they themselves don't realize they are hurting me . If I tried talking them they thought I'm seeking their attention and it's literally my job to be slim and trim . Also why they bring my favs food item and feed me then next day bodyshame me . It'd weird . It almost feels like a cycle. And I don't fucking wanna repeat it .

So so sorry if it feels uncomfortable or drains your energy while reading this because rn my energy is low and my head hurts so much . Have a nice day ahead .....

Hello!

First of all, no vents can ever disturb my energy. So be assured you are causing no trouble whatsoever for me.

Now!

Parents do have this disgusting habit of ruining their children - through body shaming, inflicting guilt, emotional blackmail and many more. And I know what I'm talking about. Been there done that. My mom was a fantastic person. I learned so much from her and I admired her. But she had no idea how much pain she put me through. And I never told her.

Your parents don't realize how hurtful their words and actions can be for a child, a person who is still sort of figuring their own identity out, seeking some comfort in their own skin. And unless you undergo some family therapy, they will probably never know. Because you have to pass exams and test ride to get a stupid driving license but any idiot can give birth to a child. No offense. But I would seriously make people who actually want to raise a kid study for it.

Anyway! There's no easy solution. Sorry if you are not seeking for one but my core nature is a problem fixer.

You could sit down and talk to your parents as rationally as possible. Parents often think you are seeking attention when you get emotional talking to them but when you stay logical and calm, it usually has a better efect. Just like you told me. Sit with them, ask them why they buy the food they know you can't resist, why can't they just stop buying it. Try to stick to the facts.

Obviously, this is a sensitive topic so maybe for various reasons you can't do the above. Sometimes it helps to remind yourself that since the day your mother brought you to this world, your parents' influence on you is gradually decreasing and one day in future you will wake up completely independent on them. Their opinions won't matter. This painful chapter of your life will come to it's end one day and new, more free and beautiful chapter when you will be able to be yourself without feeling any kind of pressure or guilt will begin.

And I can guarantee that. It took a very long time but at one point, my mom's opinions on my body or fashion or likes and dislikes, stopped to matter for me. At one point I realized that my life and my body are mine and mine only and she has no right to tell what to do with them. She can make suggestions, sure (and some were pretty nasty), but I'm not obliged to obey.

Don't let your parents being miserable at their parenting job ruin your life. You are better than that. Stronger than that. More beautiful than that. Whenever you start feeling bad about what they say, just remind yourself that their opinions are their opinions but they don't have to matter for you. They don't you inside out. They never did. You know who you are, who you want to be. They only see a little fraction of your whole beautiful self and they can't even appreciate it. Why should you care and hurt over words somebody like that says?

Parents are often connected to us through blood but that's so little! They often don't know us, the true us. They are basically like strangers. And would you care what some weird stranger say about you? You wouldn't, of course because strangers have no real impact on your life.

I'm not sure if I'm making real sense here but hopefully you can find bits and pieces of useful information in this. 😊

So yeah! I don't mind vents. I'm like a teflon pan - other people's emotions slide off of me and I can stay impartial and rational about their issues. And don't feel stressed by their problems. 😊

I hope you can feel better soon. And even a bit better tomorrow and the day after that. Remember that this period of your life is not forever. You will feel good in your body. And people will love you for who you are. Our bodies grow old and decay eventually. It's our personality that leaves a print in other people's memory and heart. 😊

So! Aspire to be a good person and comfortable yourself, not to make your parents happy. Especially when they clearly are not so good themselves. And you will never make them happy, by the way. No matter how hard you try, they will always find something to shame. It's a waste of time. Invest your energy into making yourself happy. The results there are guaranteed. 😁

Okay! I think this is long enough.

Feel free to talk to me anytime.

Kleo 🦄

[c0rpseductor]

as i guess An Online Leftist my complaint about other Online Leftists is they will often say something completely unhinged that clearly relies on an extremely idealistic viewpoint bc they don’t understand that there are material obstacles in the way of that thing. or that one person cannot know about and devote limitless time and energy to Literally Every Issue. like very often I will encounter some statement where i’m like “i agree with the sentiment but this is literally not possible in any set of real-world conditions”

like idk if anyone remembers but the whole thing about slavery and chocolate companies where it was sort of half-heartedly suggested that you boycott all the companies associated with those brands (which, for a lot of people, would probably rule out maybe half of their entire grocery store), and then someone ELSE was like “any so-called leftist who still eats chocolate is a hypocrite who loves slavery” because apparently nobody understands that the only way to “hit them in their wallets” is organized collective action, a few decentralized cries of “boycott everything” on tumblr are not praxis, and like...it’s just such a stretch to try to assign moral and political weight to what types of candy people eat when literally every fucking food has associated issues like this - not necessarily always out and out slavery but dangerous and deadly working conditions for exploitative wages. do you expect people to not eat?

like, it’s just absurdly detached from the material facts, you know? it’s a nice thought, but in reality whether or not i eat a chocolate bar doesn’t make or break anything. even if i convinced every single one of my followers to never purchase chocolate again, it’d be a drop in the bucket. do you get what i’m saying?

also sometimes the shit people soapbox about on here seems kind of like weirdly detached from the reality of being poor like. i can’t think of a good example but sometimes im really left asking myself like “with what money do you expect me to accomplish this, seeing as i have all of seven dollars to my name?”

[astorythatwritesitself]

You mentioned wanting to flesh the crew out more so your choice of Normandy crew for 🌱🖤 ✍️ & 🍄

Normandy crew:

🌱 Nature- Kaiden, sadly, never saw very much ground action during the SR1 days- similar to Liara, when it came to combat teams, Shepard provided solid biotic capabilities and either needed heavier fire backup or dedicated tech expertise. But, he did appreciate that she kept him in mind, often bringing back samples from non-radioactive mineral deposits- they always got a laugh over her handing over a chunk of gold or platinum in particular. While Kaiden had spent a good bit of his life on earth, his experiences on Jump Zero left him particularly sentimental to keeping reminders of... maybe not Earth, specifically, but solid ground nearby; he was pretty good at identifying various rocks and minerals, and often assists ship-side on the surveys.

(When Mordin shares about his time on stage, Shepard actually gets a little... not weepy, but it's not a completely happy laugh, when she says 'a friend of mine tried teaching me the elements to that tune')

🖤: yeah actually I've been here for like an hour, I got nothing lol. I'll try to work on one & will edit/reblog and tag if I do?

✍️ Education: Wrex was among the last generation of krogan who got an education that halfway included anything beyond hard combat focus, and his favorite subjects as a whelp were history and literature; particularly where the two came together in epic sagas, and he has extremely strong opinions on word choice and structuring damn it. He tries to keep reading after leaving Tuchanka, but it gets pushed to the backburner: most surviving older krogan regard it as a waste of time, and the few children born just... don't get the point of it. So he's... really surprised when, on the Normandy, Adrian extends what is clearly a token invitation of 'hey, Ash is starting a book club, want to join', and he figures why the hell not?

It's part of what kicks his conviction to return to Tuchanka- human literature was surprisingly nice, but then he got the chance to share something. Chose the story of a small, loyal band protecting their clan leader from a hostile uprising- not a major battle, but he liked it because it was one that was verifiable and was just plain beautiful, exemplifying a true leader fighting honorably at the head of the battle, demonstrating strength of will to survive over complete brute force, something that seems to have been lost over time.

The humans loved it (Ashley immediately suggested he check out some Tennyson), but it was also the first time he'd really felt that kind of... passion, again, turns out a long life just means longer depressive funks. And goddamn it, the krogan were better- are better, whatever anyone may think- they have culture, they have beauty, and like hell is he going to let that get pissed away.

(After Grunt is officially welcomed into Clan Urdnot, Wrex sends him a few books- a personally curated collection of krogan works of course, but there's ultimately a novel or collection of verse from every major species, just to make sure the kid has variety.)

🍄 Cooking/food: Jack spends a ton of time around the mess early in. She's- look even before prison, she was not well cared for and she was probably never fed enough, especially considering the toll her biotics would take (in fact, Chakwas puts her foot down on Jack doing any groundwork for a solid bit of time, because her body is basically on the verge of eating itself alive for a while). It evens out though, but she's still often raiding whatever eatables she can because there's that very loud, distinct instinct that it's not going to last and at least she can be in good shape before getting kicked out.

Everyone notices, but it's Rupert of all people who takes action first. Tells her she can at least make a sandwich instead of stealing energy bars. (Jack thinks, why not both, because she's been targeting Miranda's favorites and it's hilarious seeing her get frustrated.)

But she also, with plenty of complaining and name-calling on either side, decides fuck it might as well, and it might be a good skill- if she makes her own food, with her own ingredients, she can be extra sure it's not going to be drugged or something. And then it turns out to be fun (she's encouraged to set something on fire? Fuck yes), and it's great to lord over Commander 'I can save the galaxy but am banned from kitchens for life and death' Shepard. And she can threaten the crew with getting thrown across the entire second floor if they don't eat what she's made! Which is, of course, the only reason they do so, and the ones saying it's actually good are just brown-nosing. Sucks for them, just means she's going to keep doing it until someone cracks!

[thotsforvillainrights]

if you're still doing match ups, i'd love to have one! you're so descriptive and through with your results, i love it 💕 hope you're doing well!

- I'm 5'1 and a half, 24 yrs (so no minors pls), and a bit on the thicker side. White, long dirty blonde hair, blue/green eyes - Bisexual; I have the slightest preference for men, but if I'm crushing, then I'm crushing lmao - A theatre kid, but not a "theatre kid"; I enjoy acting and being on stage, but I'm not like, obsessed with musicals or sing constantly or anything - My favorite animals are owls and foxes - My ADHD makes me either hyperfixate on things or completely forget about everything I needed to do - My hobbies include video games, drawing/painting, occasionally writing, and spending most of my time researching for an OC to draw them but never actually drawing them lmao - I'm a college student majoring in Wildlife Education, with an emphasis in raptor husbandry - I currently work at my campus' nature reserve carving and painting cedar signs - I enjoy nature and being outside, but I LOTHE being sweaty; not to mention I have a HUGE fear of bugs, no matter how small or harmless - Autumn is my all time favorite season, and additionally I adore Halloween - I'm Pagan/Wiccan, though I don't practice as much as I'd like to - I'm always disorganized and cluttered; I lose energy easily so I don't tend to put things away fully or clean often, despite wanting to - On top of that, I'm a very sentimental person, and tend to keep any little trinket of the past. A crappy project that I failed, a beaten up binder with the script of one of the high school plays I was in, etc. - Omnivert; I come off as timid and overly polite to people I'm just getting to know because of my anxiety/fear of rejection, but I still give off this confident leadership vibe whenever I feel like I'm in some position of authority. When I'm comfortable around people, then I get more extroverted and bolder. - I have terrible sleep issues. I stay up late because it takes forever for me to feel tired, even with medications; I either wake up constantly through out the night or too early with maybe 3 hours of sleep. Sometimes my sleep pattern is so bad that eventually my body gives up and I sleep for far too long. - And a bonus fact: If I were to have a quirk, I think it would be something related to impersonating voices!

(Thank you so much! I'm definitely still doing these babies so no worries. Looking through, we have a few things in common like the quirk exactly, and the autumn being your favorite season etc, and especially researching but not drawing etc. Sorry I'm rambling, I love having the same interests as others haha. Also no need to worry about minors considering that's only Toga and Mustard here and I'm NOT putting them on the match-up list lol. Anyway let me shut up and get it started haha!)

Match-Up #8

-I match you with Sako Atsuhiro-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Oh yes, I'm sure you maybe expected this to be the man for you, but let me at least explain to you why! The two of you met on a rather cold evening while you were both heading to a local theater production of (whatever yknow?). It was a little uncomfortable considering he walked behind you silently for at least a block and a half. You turned to stop and look at him, secretly prepared to defend yourself if you needed to do so. He raised his hand in defense and smiled. "My apologies! I wasn't aware you were in front of me! I was reading." He raised his other hand up to show a pamphlet he'd been scanning for the past few steps. "You sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness. The city has been wild lately and my quirk isn't cut out for combat exactly." You silently cursed yourself for revealing that. 'Great job y/n, now this complete stranger knows you can't protect yourself...' Lucky for you, it wasn't needed. He turned out to be a rather nice person. He followed alongside you and struck a conversation. You ended up learning a bit about each other like your quirks and some of your surface level interests. When you got to the show you ended up sitting next to each other the entire way through. Well you weren't going to but he certainly ended being the one to reach out and ask for your email. You laughed considering he wanted communicate through email instead of phone numbers. You ended up giving him both and heading home.

-He kept in touch fairly often with you. The two of you talked about various plays coming to town, and sometimes you brought up different restaurants and cafe's you'd like to check out. Soon the suggestions turned into date requests and the next thing you knew, the both of you were going steady. Dating him was over the top but in a good way. He made you laugh and never failed to express his affections for you. Although he was only 32, he had an old-fashioned way about him. He was the type to practice chivalry on a daily basis, never really text and use emojis, and sometimes complained about the local youth. It was odd but in a charming way I suppose. It was up to you to introduce him to things he wasn't very well versed in. For example, when it came to video games he was ass...I mean the worst you could ever imagine. He preferred to try out solitaire and mahjong rather than more interesting games. As far as your other hobbies, he was more interested in them. Art and writing was something he took part in himself. He was never any good at people or animals but he can paint backgrounds for days! When it comes to writing he shows you that on a weekly basis. He often gave you poems he wrote about you when you least expect it. Your hair and eyes are often a subject of them! He takes pride in knowing you're sentimental and that you'll hold onto these things. He's the same way with you, therefore he will keep what you give him and hold it close to his heart.

-You'll find he's supportive of you in all you choose to do with your life. Right now while you're in college he's cheering you on every step of the way. He loves if you come home and sum up what you've learned or did for that day. He's a good listener so he doesn't lose focus when you tell him even the most simple of details. He'd love to come along with you one day to your campus nature reserve but he understands if that isn't allowed. Instead he'll also settle for a nice picnic out in the woods with bird or wildlife watching. If you can bear the possibility of bugs then you might catch an owl or fox during the late evening hours near the creek by your shared apartment. He's taken to having dates around this time until fall rolls around. it's cooler in the evening and he knows how much you despise the sweat.

-Speaking of the fall season, he regularly enjoys it as much as you do. It's not his favorite season (winter is), but he still likes it a great deal. Halloween is a good holiday for someone like him since he's able to go out with his mask on and not be pestered by law enforcement. The league became as popular as Stain so a few youngsters are out on Halloween dressed as his counterparts. The same counterparts he doesn't bring around you too often since they can be a bit much. He almost killed Dabi when the man tried to gift you a cliché witch hat and broom after he learned you're Pagan/Wiccan. That was probably the first time you'd seen Compress so mad at someone before. It's up to you whether or not you want to continue to hang out with them after that. Compress knows you can sometimes be introverted at first before opening up so he doesn't want to force them on you.

-As a whole, he's a really great person to have fallen in love with. Around the house he never skips on his end of the chores because he knows you'll take over and clean everything. He keeps the organization in line since it's not your forte exactly, and he always pulls his weight. At night when things have settled down in your happy little home, he cuddles up and pulls you close to him. He knows you won't be falling under so soon but he'll be here when you do, and he'll be here when you wake up not too long after. In general, he'll be there for you no matter what (and that goes for EVERYTHING, not just sleep).

[handelplayssims]

Another day and Supriya is the first one up. Only two hours before work and school and this one, everyone has to go in. ...she also got the fitness one from just simply stretching while energized and I don’t really like deciding that a Sim should be super into something when it’s as simple as a stretch but she is active so it is sort of her thing anyway. Also incidentally, that sentence took so long to write that I didn’t actually get to say if Supriya should work from home or not. Thankfully I believe that defaults to going in for work. Anyway just having everyone vaguely do whatvever while managing Curtis needs before he also goes into work. And now we have a fully away household yaaaay!

Ooooo. Haven’t seen this one. But then again, haven’t played with this job a lot. Hmm, sketchy testimony huh? Let’s go easy shall we?

Hehehe. Success! Anyway Pierce came back from school utterly mortified and Evie stressed so that’s lovely. Time to at least set Evie to her favorite pets. Which she did and hmm. Now what else to do? What do kids do when stressed? We got shout forbidden words or throw a tantrum. Ehhhh perhaps a little bit of yelling. Perhaps playing with toys will help and playing with emotions. Curtis is also back from work and- love getting the fear of a dead-end job just as you get a job promotion. Though to be fair, he does have a low fun need. The only person in a good mood in this household is Supriya, all energized and ready to go. Oooh, but having said that, Evie immedately cheered up upon seeing her step-dad. Ah, it’s the clingy trait working for her.

Ah, and Evie giving a heartfelt compliment about how good it is that he’s such a good step-dad immedately perked Curtis up. -claps hands together- They will now become besties. Oooh, I just checked the parenting for anything good and you can encourage giving compliments. Nice. And I got them up to friends at the very least. So that works!

Curtis’s next whim is to chat with a non-household sim. Which hey, we got someone right at our doorfront. Makes things convenient and nice, because I don’t think he’s got enough energy in the tank for a full go-outside bit. Daniel is a vegetarian history major at Britechester. Good to know! Evie cut in on their conversation to be asked to put to bed by Curtis. Which awww. By the by, Curtis does have the adoring sentiment with Evie now. Again, very cute. Annnd Lazerwolf wants to go for a job after I got Supriya and Blue back from one. But ack, it’s time for sleeps! In the morning Lazerwolf. In the morning.

Neighborhood Watch!

Nothing of note has happened recently. Check back tomorrow.

...let’s make this an extra-long one, shall we? It’ll be our final turn with this household! Evie’s up first and heh, she wants to be better friends with Curtis. Sweet whim but he’s asleep. She says, just as he wakes up. Well, I can at least set him to make breakfast for everyone. I even have time to set the table so everyone will sit nice and comfy aroun-

...of course. Anyway hour until work and school and- oh Curtis takes different hours now. I suppose he would wouldn’t he! Well then he could join Supriya in her regular university visits to a law class that’ll go quickly!

RIGHT. I still have yet to plan a wedding! But here’s the problem, we only have one more day with this household. Welp. That’ll be a plan for next time. Perhaps. Ohp, and Lazerwolf still wants that walk. Go for a jog with Supriya, then we’ll head off to Uni. ...Curtis’s other whim is to volunteer. I would want to do that with Evie but he goes to work as soon as she comes back from school. ALAS. Now is the only time to do it.

Oh and just got a notification that All Haunts Day is tomorrow. My spooky holiday will be our last day with this household! Now we head off to Britechester for work and more! First the automatically fulfilling uni class, -grumble grumble- Then, we study! First to make up for said class and then to research legal issues for the second thing for work. I’m going to do the latter at the local library instead of at the university though. Just because I feel like doing that! And then we do that. Had a casual chat with some students nearby, both programming majors but in different universities. I’d suggested they date. It didn’t go over well. Alas.

Supriya goes home for supper and gets a tense moodlet from being around Pierce? I suppose it has something to do with perhaps being invisible while off at work but eh. Evie just wants to get confident from her earlier gained charisma skill. ...I’m going to leave her to just do things freely because I want to see if she’ll ask Supriya for advice at this point. Supriya, meanwhile, wants to share ideas and talk to Brant Hecking. Well, that’s an easy invite over to the home...despite the fact that I could go out and talk and befriend their pet dog but we’ve spent enough time with Supriya alone.

Oooh, I have a thought in my head upon seeing this. And it’s basically that Curtis is Self-Absorbed yeah? Why wouldn’t he cater an event himself, yeah?

...yeah if the goal was being a celebrity chef, I would have stuck him in that career.

Amusingly, he’s more sad about being fired than he is about gaining fame! Probably a result of my Meaningful Stories mod, that ups the ante on emotions and makes stronger moodlets much more harder to ignore. I would get the potion to solve it but he literally does not have the aspiration points available for it. Alas!

...and I know I should go for the career and skills gain but I really want to try for the socialization one first for celebrity lifestyle. Gah, play it safe. Go for the skills and career based one. -immedately takes notes at all the Charisma-based careers- Hmm. We have so many normal ones like being a business man with a business suit. We also have straight up fanciful fame based ones like being an Actor or an Athlete. We could have a Secret Agent sty- hmm. Good people don’t work in the shadows for the state. Could also stick him in Retail or Babysitting as an inbetween. Double back to the Business career and well, good people don’t become CEOs. I don’t feel inclined to put him in the Politician career since that was literally my track for Bella and Geoffrey...but I could start him in business and has he gets higher up the chain, gets feels more out of place with it’s competetive nature and bounce over to being a politician. Yeah! That feels like an arc!

Anyway Supriya still hadn’t talked to someone about brilliant ideas and Pierce was up at the computer. And so she went over to a moody teen, who was wanting to get his needs fullfilled after the end of a long week of work and school and no time for himself. And ask him to do his homework, with her assistance. Which she managed to do at least. (And me realizing Pierce didn’t have a homework book somehow) And with that homework, they managed to become good friends again. Yaaay. And now, with Pierce in the red of sleepiness, he finally went to bed. While Supriya just cleared out the litterbox first before heading to bed herself.

Neighborhood Watch!

Branden Barrow in the Barrow household has died. Branden let it go and froze solid.

Emmanuel Rios in the Rios household is now a Freelance Fashion Photographer in the Freelance Fashion Photographer career.

Ooooh, nice pick uni-boy!

Greg Thorpe in the Thorpe household has died. Greg was so angry he burst into flames and died.

Ohhhhh! I know that name! RIP RIP RIP!

Last day! And it’s a holiday! Neither of the adults are particularly excited for this holiday but Pierce and Evie absolutely are. Sounds about right!

Anyway since Pierce actually has the décor based want, I did go the extra mile to get the front yard a little bit more spooky. No big inflatable ghosties or skellies. Yet. Anyway, now we have the all important question for Pierce. Vampires? Ghosts? Or werewolves? I think with his neat sensibilities, he’d go more for the refinement and decorum of the vampires. And hey, we do know of one or two vamps!

Anyway, Curtis is sad from being fired and Evie is back to being terrified. -grumbles grumpily- Curtis’s whim is to gain handiness so I’m focusing on that and Evie will focus on the dogs. As her usual source of comfort. Anyway, needs management happens between the whole household, getting food and such. And afternoon rolls around. Time to put on some costumes! If there isn’t one I like within the premade ones for the holiday, I’ll put one on to fulfill the holiday tradition and then make a custom one within the party outfits. Most of the family worked well the offered Star Wars and space themed ones. But Evie...eh.

Wasn’t really feeling this one but ehhhhh. WAIT A MOMENT!

Here we go! Werewolf Evie! I’m a genius!

Oh hey, our werdio vampire friend is here! Let’s chat and invite her in and we shall get the Spooky Tradition out of the way for at least the adults. I have plans for the kids.

Aye! Evie managed to clear off Curtis’s sad mood! Nicely done kid! And now’s a bit of socializing for the family before my plan begins. Oh and I should stick Curtis in the Business career while I’m at it.

You look away for two moments and son and mother are at it again. Damn it. I wanted things to be better now but alas! Anyway Curtis’s next whim is to actually get married to Supriya. Sadly, we are out of time because I want these two to have a proper ceremony and stuff.

Oh and normally you have to deal with trick-or-treaters yourself when they knock on your door but if you set up this specific candy bowl outside, they’ll take it from there.

Oh what would Supriya say to that? Also, how does getting a ninja outfit raise empathy? -shrugs- A or C strike me as the most practical responses for this silly question. Anyway, it’s 6PM! It’s time for me to enact my plan. My plan of going to the teen hangout park! Mostly for one reason. Later in the evening when you have Spooky Spirit tradition on, ghosts and vampires will spawn around the lot. And maybe werewolves. I doubt it as it was made post-Seasons and I don’t know if they backfill those events but not likely! For awhile, Evie played around and poked at a teen but when curfew called at before 9, she headed home. Not Pierce! He’s out to find more vampires/ghosts/werewolves! Will we be successful? I dunno but we’ll find out!

Oh there’s one! I know Sophie is one! Buuuuut it seems Pierce is super distracted by chatting about how excited he is about All Spooks Day to Olivia Kim-Lewis. Anyway, we at least made friends with Olivia so let’s head back to the park to see if we can spy any spooky things. And if not, there’s at least Harrison, his vampire friend! ...and then they autonomously kissed so uhhh, welp. I was going to take a picture but I accidentally pressed the speed up button.

And so we return home. I was going to have Supriya punish Pierce with a grounding but alas, the time to punish ended as soon as I attempted to do it. That was a very long session, as most of my family-with-kids visits tend to do. Next time we’re visiting the...wait first!

Neighborhood Watch!

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Well dang. Anyway, the next household we’ll visit will be the Zest household once more. Oooh fun.

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There’s a subsection of very online people who despise Harry, and it’s mostly because of his fanbase (Reddit is full of them, they call him a queerbaiter and spineless and mediocre or bad, “he’s not even actually hot” and whatnot). Those people are for the most part the same ones who create hit tweets against him on a daily basis, who hate him on tik tok, etc. There’s a lot of hatred for him on online spaces, and yes, that sometimes does translate into publications, scalding (yet ridiculous) write ups, reviews, opinion pieces, etc. As you said, the people who write for those publications tend to be very online. There’s also a lot of focusing on the negative energy online nowadays.

With that said, this online sentiment doesn’t translate to the actual GP AT ALL. Aside from Very Online People (in which you have a large fanbase, a large anti group, and obviously people who are mostly indifferent), the reality is that Harry is very loved and respected. He hasn’t reached respect as an actor yet, hopefully he will (if he wants to), but it’s not surprising considering his first actual role with substance has been out for 1 day. But as a musician, he was able to transcend the boyband stigma. Maybe not 100% yet because some old men still have some hang ups but I think he’s been fully embraced by men up until the age of 40~, which is something I didn’t expect would happen this soon.

He’s also largely considered a super nice and super kind individual, the GP would tell you he’s unproblematic and not overbearing. There isn’t negative energy around him or a negative predisposition. That’s why he can still sell as many albums, have his songs be so big, have his movies do so well, sell that many tickets, etc. Most people either have no opinion on him or a positive one. The negativity is reserved only for VERY online people, and still, a huge subsection of very online people is… his own fanbase.

Directors know this. Directors also had been saying he was a good actor (directors like Eggers, who auditioned him). Studios know this. He’s gonna have a million offers for roles, it’s up to him if he wants to take them, and actually work up the ranks to have a respected image as an actor as well. I’m not sure he’s all that interested cause he seems to find the process a little boring, but he will probably show up here and there.

Wanting him to not be this successful and big because of the hatred they see on twitter are being selfish. Harry is not online, he’s not reading any of that. I’m sure he’s aware it exists and would probably rather it doesn’t but I sincerely doubt he’d prefer being less successful in order to avoid it.

The people this hate train affect the most are us - his fans. Who read everything there is to read and will get hung up on all the negativity (because 1 negative comment out of 100 positive ones will always have more impact, it’s how our brains were wired). And yeah, it’s annoying, but we can simply just not read it. Engage with our own group of friends in the fandom and not be so obsessed with what random obsessed people are saying.

We need to understand that this hate train isn’t personal against Harry. It looks that way by design, but it’s not. Every person with a big spotlight on them goes through it. It may seem more vicious for us because, as I said, we’re too close. We’re reading everything and consuming every word (and internalizing most of it). But it’s the same thing Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga have gone through. Justin Bieber went through it as well, though I think his public image is a lot more negative than the others, even outside of very online spaces (being arrested and that racist video and all that other stuff can’t have helped).

When a star rises to a certain level, it inevitably becomes the target of hate, but they’re fine in the end. Harry is fine!

I agree with all of this! Let me add that Harry was sought after by directors (and marvel has been after him for ages if that counts for anything) after one movie and he gets butts in seats no matter what, so yes studios will want him!