#also am anxious that people i follow will hate me for liking it

[cheezewhis]

Ok but what if I actually liked episode 5.

[early-october-skies]

Me when we don't speak anymore by bears in trees

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

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[cassandraclare]

*sighs a bit* Okay. Guys. I have been asked this question a lot, and answered it a lot. I don't know how to give a better answer — Dru & Ty&Kit share significance as main characters — so I guess I'll talk a little about comparison and structures.

First, all series have different structures. I don't think it's super useful or predictive to try to map an upcoming, unknown book series onto an existing series. In TLH the main character was Cordelia, everyone else was secondary to her, and people's roles and the significance of them altered from book to book. It was a big ensemble cast and they mostly stayed put in London especially in book 1.

TWP focuses on a smaller group of people. It also has a very different structure. In book one, Dru is not with Kit and Ty. They are in different places, both of which have their own stories that are significant to the plot. There is no way to see Place One without following Dru. There is no way to see Place Two without following Kit and Ty.

I know that TWP is a long way off. I know there are people who are very angry with me that there's such a gap, but there isn't anything currently I can do about that, or about the fact that I don't yet have the schedule for my upcoming books. That rests in the hands of several different publishers who must coordinate the release times and production schedules for four different series. I am not withholding any information about when these books come out. I simply don't know it yet.

I understand that TWP being a long way off makes for anxiety, and that those who are worried Kit and Ty will somehow be secondary are looking for tiny clues in microscopic details — micro-reading the of placement of the word "and" in my newsletter and such — that are meaningless, but I get that it all comes from anxiety. (FTR, those worried Dru will be secondary are equally anxious.)

I think there is only so much I can say. Because there's a big gap between TLH and TWP everything I do say or every image or hint about it is freighted with a weight of assumption it can't really support. Anxiety is always going to trump reassurance. And truly, at the end of the day, if you only care about Kit and Ty and find the idea of a Dru story tiresome, you will feel like they got shafted because when you absolutely hate a plotline, you will always feel like it's taking up way too much space. That's just how our minds work.

I've been doing this long enough that I know no book can survive a hostile reading. I know that Book Three of a trilogy is the one people hate until they don't. (When Clockwork Princess came out people hated it so much I considered quitting writing!) I know that it's wonderful to love a character but can also be a problem for people when I put out books that aren't about that particular character or dynamic. I know that for a lot of people, Sword Catcher and Ragpicker King are just tiresome things that have no business on my schedule because they're not Shadowhunter books. And I get it. But I also have to block it out, because I've been writing a long time, and I've gotten to a point where I know that I have to write the thing I want to be writing, because if I don't, if I sit down and try to force myself to write something I'm not feeling like writing at that time, I'll be making myself physically and mentally sick. And that's no good for anyone, really.

I suppose the positive thing is that, while this would not have been true five years ago, I am at the place where I want very much to be writing Wicked Powers. I missed these characters and am glad to be back with them. I consider this a story in which there are three main characters. And that is all I can say right now because it's all that I know.

(And this was much more of a general response to a lot of things than a specific response to this question, but I did feel like it was stuff that I needed to say. Creators are at the end of the day, just people. Sometimes we are powerless to reassure. Sometimes we are tired. Sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes we try things and they don't work. Sometimes we can't explain to you what our story is going to make you feel, because only reading it is going to tell you that. This may be one of those times.)

[drdemonprince]

Austim question from an autistic person: I am definitely a person that experiences the black-and-white thinking part of autism. i experience a lot of anxiety about rule-following (this is partly trauma-related) and what's legal and what's not. i've made a lot of progress in fighting what i call my inner cop, and i definitely have a lot of control over how it impacts my external actions, but it still causes me a lot of stress internally. i don't think we should have cops!!! so i don't want one in my head!!!!!!! i'm pretty good at not caring about laws and regulations and rules that i morally disagree with, but it's still very-much an ongoing process (as is life, i suppose). i've been reading your writings since 2019 and they've often been very helpful in challenging the rigidity in my head (so thank you!!) do you have any advice for rule-oriented autistics in overcoming our internal cops?

It sounds like you have honestly come a very long way. And it also sounds like you can distinguish between the cop in your head and your actual beliefs, and not let the cop influence your real-world behavior. You may hate hearing this but... consider that this is the farthest it will ever go! You have already conquered the cop in all functional ways! It doesn't rule your life and you don't equate the cop with yourself, it just exists in the back of your brain, annoying you. I think a lot of Autistic people will always have a ruminative, anxious, annoying voice in their heads like that. Maybe removing them isn't the point. Maybe making some degree of peace with the fact that they'll always be there but that you don't let them take the wheel is all that you need.

I've tried quieting my anxieties and resolving my neuroses in all kinds of ways, but I think ultimately I've had to do enough Shadow Work (non sexy version) to acknowledge that it's a core part of my experience on this earth, and that's okay. I'll always have some insane man in my head saying unhinged shit and making up totally fake rules. That's okay. I can have a worthwhile life with them there.

[bewarethewolfarmy]

Things Better Unshared

(A follow-up to A Celebration for Two partially because so many people seemed to have liked it and partially because I happen to have had one of those days. And yes what is described in this story is how I suffer through migraines, which I get on occasion (I am a chronic headache sufferer though). My friend Ash, may her soul rot in the shared POTO hell we are destined for, technically gave me this plot bunny when I told her about my migraine today so hope you guys at least enjoy)

Erik was 1000% certain that you were angry at him or something and thus already rehearsing a thousand different apologies, with flowers and music and begging and crying. Actually he was already crying because again he was more than absolutely certain that you were very much angry at him.

Admittedly he was not sure why you would be mad at him though. He had not killed anyone recently, or honestly at all in the time since you told him you loved him to now and he had sort of wanted to, especially when it came to those guys who sometimes talked to you and especially that one who had actually tried to ask you out and that was certainly not acceptable in any way. But he had held himself back, remembering how murder was one of Those Things that had made Christine run from him and that you had indeed told him that you did not want him hurting anyone. What helped him to remember and internalize it was that you had voiced it as a worry that he would be hurt or taken away from you if he did anything like murder someone again and thus made it into how much you cared about him, and Erik could never bring himself to do something that could upset someone who was willing to say they loved him. He also had been holding back his wish to make you a star and trying to convince you to that effect, and he'd behaved himself with the operahouse managers and he'd even tried to do nice things for them like fix up broken props and ripped costumes. He'd loved listening to you giggle as you had recounted to him how the other performers were convinced they had some sort of guardian angel running around, a nice change from the story of the Phantom; he didn't care about their thoughts and feelings about the situation as much as he loved to know you were happy about it. And actually he was also certain you had been happy just the night before, kissing him gently goodbye before having to return to your usual days in the choir.

Yet he knew you had to be angry at him because why else would you be acting so strange? You were listless and not really talking to anyone, grimacing and holding your hands over your ears as if hating the sound of music that as always filled the operahouse. He'd only been doing his usual thing, watching over you when you couldn't physically be together, and had been looking forward to watching rehearsals, but you had this strange unhappy look on your face and he was certain it was because something was wrong and of course to his mind the only thing that came to him was that you were upset with him and thus he needed to figure out how to fix things. He couldn't bear to have you upset and now he just had to wait until everyone else left and you were alone so he could try to see if he could get to you. You'd already snapped at a few people who tried to bother you though and Erik was now just fiddling with everything he could get his hands on, his cape, some rope, a broken piece of furniture, his scarf, feeling more and more anxious.

It all came to a head as some lights went on and you practically winced, turning away. But not fast enough for your angel, attentive as he was, saw the tears in your eyes and his heart fell like a ton of stones into his stomach. He watched you slip away into a room, getting away from everyone and everything as if to flee, and finally he decided enough was enough. Quickly he made his way there, slipping through passages and hidden ways, through an opening in the wall of that room to grab you.

You flinched, you never flinched with him, and his heart raced to think he might have hurt you, but you looked at him, squinting and then buried your face in his chest. His mind raced but you whimpered and in a small voice, weak and unsteady, spoke, “It hurts so much...”

You were in pain? Physical pain? He didn't understand at first but you clung to him and he instinctively wrapped his cape around you, holding you and feeling all the more panicked.

“What hurts?” He felt so confused; he had been so sure you were.

“It's too loud, too bright, please.” You pleaded, in that sad trembling voice. And Erik, Erik never could reject a request, not from you.

It was easy enough for him to bundle you up and carry you away; walking corpse he might be, he was still strong and you fit so easily in his arms. If the surface was too loud, too bright, too anything, then he would just take you back to his home, to the darkness, to the quiet. He had no hesitation, especially as your arms looped around his neck and held onto him and lord did that make Erik want to know what was so wrong so much faster.

He did his best to bring you back though the rowing of the boat was made a little harder by the fact that you still didn't let go even in the boat. But at the same time he wouldn't complain; you were close to him, you were there in his arms, how could he possibly complain when you were right where he loved to have you so much. And you didn't seem to be angry or upset with him at all but he still didn't know what was wrong and that was somehow even worse because you said it hurt and that things were too much and he hated seeing you in pain, not to mention cry because of it.

The dim lighting of candles and the silent peace of his home by the lake seemed to bring you some peace though still you held to him. He carried you inside and took you to the bed, the easiest to keep holding you; that was what he wanted, that's what you seemed to want, and he curled around you somewhat awkwardly. He wasn't used to being the big spoon, he wasn't used to being the comforter instead of the comfortee; he still didn't know what was wrong and that was starting to make him feel panicked the longer you were silent and clinging so tight.

“Erik's sorry, please tell us how we can help,” he half whined, having brought you this far but having no idea what to do was starting to lose himself to his usual concerns, “Songbird, please, you're worrying Erik, please.”

“My head....”

“Your head?”

“It hurts so much, Erik, it feels like a needle in my eye, like sharpness in my skull, radiating back and forth and back and forth but only part of me, only part of my skull.” Your voice was small, so small, smaller than you, smaller than anything. “I can't focus, I can't see, and everything just makes it worse: the light, the sounds, movement, eating, I can't think about anything but how much it hurts. It all just compounds and makes it throb more.”

Oh. He realized, recognizing what you meant. “Do you see lights, ones that are not truly there, whether after looking at light for a second or simply out of nowhere?”

You nodded without word. He bit a swollen lip. “Then it must be hemicrania, migraine. Erik too has suffered such; the pain is....”

Impossible to truly describe, he knew that well. To think you too were undergoing such pain, unexpected, unwanted, unfair; he could not remember days in which he had one, for the pain took most memory and reality with it, leaving only the haze of existence and the depths of emotional and physical voidness. But he could remember pain, sharp, centralized at first before moving along the divide of his head; for him it was always the right side, the same as his deformity, and maybe it was connected but it never truly mattered. The pain was what did and your pain, that you too had to feel it, was what he cared about.

You whimpered again, a meek sound more suited to a child than the beautiful soul you were to him but he held you close and did what he had always wished someone had done for him in such a state: he covered your head in his cape, kissed you upon the head and spoke in the softest whisper he could muster, “You will be alright, songbird, I promise you.”

“I just want to sleep,” you mumbled.

“Then sleep you shall.”

“I should eat though.”

“Are you hungry?” You shook your head; he was not surprised. Appetite seemed to flee from the pain of the half skull. “Then do not force yourself. Rest; I will blow out all the candles and you will slumber and once you feel hungry then I will make sure to bring you all the best things to help you recover but it would worry me all the more if you had to suffer what happens when you force yourself to eat when your mind is such pain.” Though he'd be ready to hold your hair back and gently rub your back, wipe away your tears and give you water to clear the taste from your mouth. Still he never wished that suffering on you, any of this.

“Erik....” You clung tighter and he kissed you again. How strange it felt to be the one to give the gentle kisses, the love, the care; normally you were the one to comfort him and he had been so prepared to cry and beg your forgiveness before but now he knew what was really going on and all he wanted was to hold you and take all your pain away.

He took off his cape to keep you covered but found it hard to get you to let go of him. Normally he would have been delighted by this, he was before, but in light of what was going on.... “Songbird, sweet love, I need to get up.”

“Please don't leave me, it hurts so much.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears again and how he hated it, loathed your pain.

It was his turn to whimper, because he was nothing if not weak to you and your pleas, but he had to be strong to some degree and he kissed away your tears. “My beloved songbird, I promise I will return as quick as I can, but I need to darken the room for you, all for you I promise. That way you needn't hide under my cape while you rest.”

Another whine from you but he did manage to break free enough to get up. You curled into a ball, a sad weak ball, and he was quick to move, snuffing out each candle, plunging the room into utter darkness. But he was used to darkness, he had lived in it for years, and to him you were like a beacon in the night anyway; he would always find his way back to your side. He settled into bed beside you again and pulled you close, stroking your hair as you clung once more to him. In the darkness all that could be heard was breathing, yours slightly labored as your body had a hard time adjusting to the pain; he started to hum, softly, careful of all sharp notes, careful of being too loud; it was even and gentle, a lullaby he made up on the fly. But slowly, surely you started to slip off into something resembling sleep and he knew this by the way your grip loosened, your breathing evened, you relaxed from tension you never even knew you'd been holding from the pain.

All the while the phantom held you, humming his slow warm melody, and wishing for all the world he could do more to make you, his beloved songbird, never feel such pain now or ever again.

[k-night]

Hi ! This is a callout post on @gloomylace also known as @clingyidol. Before I start , I hate doing these kind of things and it took me alot of effort (+ encouragement from friends ) to do this. Also please do not go and harass Lolita. Cher is a minor and I just overall do not condone harassment. I was originally going to stay quiet .

tw for , abuse , r//pe , violence suicide and more .

Before I start , “weren’t you two just friends ?” Yes but that is until this popped up in my feed. Lolita and another friend are the only two people that know about a situation that roughly happened 2 ~ ish days ago. I was insanely panicked and anxious being accused of stuff like this. I know this is Lolita on anon due to being my ONLY friend in the editblr community and the only one who knows this situation. (besides Avery, Avery isn’t on editblr or the same scenes as me) You know how deeply this affected me. So yeah kinda your fatal flaw assuming I tell my life story to more then 2 people 🤷 also STOP using fucking freyr on me. 🤍 massively appreciated. “An Ex friend” I have only one long term friend and that is Avery 🤍 I am not a fucking freak and copy people , even if I do have identity issues I know it’s weird to copy someone! This is really fucking low of you Lolita and I genuinely trusted you with information and my thoughts and feelings! But no you went behind my back for no reason. It seems like you wanted a reason to turn on me. 🤍

First of all , Lolita said this ! At the time , I did not know anything about oyasumi punpun . I don’t willfully consume media with the following topics

I am massively triggered by almost ALL of those topics . I felt like I was being essentially compared to an abuser , which overall made me feel very, very icky. When confronted about this - ( as seen in the images below )

Lolita ignored me . Cher has done this to another friend of cher’s , making an uncomfortable joke and then when confronted went on a dni and days later replied with something random . Lolita cannot take responsibility for cher’s actions. Che just ignores you essentially and then replies with something random! I am just sick of this behaviour and I will not be surprised if che or someone else will spread rumours about me JUST because I came out about this. I originally thought this wasn’t serious enough to be a call-out post and I felt like I was being overdramatic.

these two screenshots ^ .

multiple people (including me) have had their mental health DRAINED due to your actions. You have lied multiple times. It’s also such a coincidence that hate anons seem to follow you around and when asked you blame it on your exes ? In reality you probably sent them and you sent someone into a really bad episode! You make baseless claims off of little to no proof, broke SEVERAL boundaries of one of your ex partners. You also compared one of your bfs to someone who abused you which is just! plain! fucking wrong. You claim to have high empathy / sympathy and yet when someone who is also mentally ill did not react well over small things you went to shittalk them to their boyfriend.

also claiming your visually impaired like immediately after I was opening up to you with my experiences ! your ex friends have confirmed this to me. That fucking sucks !

@artistrydoll + @magnoliawriter please reblog if you see this . ^_^

[dysfunctional-doodle]

What is your favorite and least favorite version of all the turtles?

I feel like it’s fairly obvious who I favour the most if you read my chat fic, Too Many Turtles (I have a lot of bias, oops) but I shall break it down.

Ok so favourites:

1987: Michelangelo (come on, he’s a surfer dude and actual angel)

90’s: Donnie (the snark he has with Casey makes my day, though Mikey is still second because he genuinely has the best relationship with Donnie I love watching those two interact)

2003: Mikey, duh. Just look at my blog and my fanfics. I love this chaotic gremlin.

2007: Mikey (again! Especially after hearing about the cancelled sequel of him joining the foot, his brothers demutating, etc. I will say I am looking forward to finally getting to the 2007 plot line in my chat fic, it’s gonna be great >:) )

2012: Raph (I haven’t watched much 2012 at all, I just can’t. I don’t know why people think it’s good in all honestly aside from a few episodes, but from what I’ve seen and mostly read about Raph gets way too much abuse dude, someone give this turtle a hug)

Bayverse: Donnie, followed closely by Mikey. (Idk why but the “younger sibling energy” they give these two is actually great. And Donnie’s little stims and the fact that he licks the icing off pop tarts and puts them back in the box just about pushes him above Mikey.)

2019: Mikey (again. Come on. Have you seen him in that movie?)

Rise: Donnie, followed closely by Mikey. (For me they are both pretty much even in different ways. I love Donnie’s chaotic neutral status and Mikey got boosted quite a bit after the movie, and the rage I feel whenever I hear about hall the episodes he was the star of but then they cancelled almost all of them.)

Mutant Mayhem: Mikey (Something about seeing him sadly look through a sewer grate at the humans with that music in the background made me want to protect him forever. Also I love his effort to try and be a comedian but his jokes are…um yeah. As a second I would actually say Leo - I know, strange for me - but idk, he’s just an anxious mess.)

And now least favourites, strap in boys:

1987: uuuh Leo I suppose. Kind of a fun sponge

90’s: again, Leo (though this doesn’t mean I dislike him; I really liked how happy he got when Raph woke up and the way he guarded him before then. He’s just the least favourite.)

2003: Leo (again, the same reasoning i iterated with 90’s. I really like this Leo but compared to the other brothers…he falls a little shorter.)

2007: Leo (Patronising Asshole)

2012: OK, this one is weird. I dislike Donnie the most by far only when he is simping for April. When they let him not have this as his only character trait he’s actually fun to watch but DEAR GOD I hate him when he kept being a creep to her.

Bayverse: Leo (He insulted Mikey, he must die /jk)

2019: Um I guess Raph? I like all of them pretty much equally, don’t really have a least favourite at all.

Rise: Leo (yeah I don’t like him. Don’t get why the fandom does. Still an ass)

Mutant Mayhem: Donnie (idk why, I like everyone else much more. Don’t get me wrong, I still like him though)

[dialingyoudarlingyou]

You make me so happy; it turns back to sad.

Summary: one wrong number, two people and tons of coffee, what could go wrong?

Or

Y/n texts the wrong number not knowing that it is the one guy who despises her. or so she thinks.

paring: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

warnings: none that I can think of, just fluff, pining and a dash of angst

Tropes: sorta sunshine x grumpy, rivals (ish) to lovers, best friend’s brother, miscommunication

A/n: ‘I know heaven’s a thing’ I don’t because I’m going to hell. BUT HEY SO ARE YOU.

I also plan to make it a two-part series so that’s that. Part two is out now!

and this is kind of inspired by this one fic i read on Ao3 so check that out!

“I can’t believe that out of everything, he assigned us a project on matriarchy!” Y/n’s voice echoes Helaena’s house as they enter it.

“I know right? and the fact he did it right after dress coding you-” Helaena is cut off by a deep voice interrupting them.

“Who got dress coded?” Y/n’s expression falters at realizing to whom the voice belongs.

It’s him.

He stands there, tall, proud and intimidating. He folds his hands over his chest and Y/n is sure she's never seen him look more menacing in his whole life. His hair is in a tight bun, a strand of his hair falls free onto his face, it looks smooth and the silver of his hair has never been more evident. He clears his throat, his eyes directed towards her, a hint of annoyance in them. Or that is what she can make of them.

She never knows what he is thinking of her, actually, she does.

He hates her.

He always has.

“Y/n did! Apparently, her top was quite ‘distracting’ to the boys in the class, so Mr Jamison dress-coded her.” Helaena chimes in as she walks over to the fridge. Aemond glances at Y/n and his eyes travel down her body.

His eyebrow quirks up, he looks amused. Y/n consciously wraps her arms around her chest. He instantly looks away.

Aemond’s eyes follow Y/n as he notices her walking over to the table. “You could help us, brother! We really need to ace this project and shut his mouth up.” He considers it for a moment but then looks over at Y/n who is staring down at her hands, fidgeting with them. she can feel his eyes glued on her; this just makes her more anxious. She gathers some courage and looks up. he looks away as soon as she does.

“y/n and I really need your help! Please?” Helaena nudges Y/n, and she nods too, playing along. Helaena looks at him expectantly waiting for an answer. He looks like he is considering it but then he looks over at Y/n who looks mortified. “No, I have a lot of work.” He replies curtly, deciding to take leave from there.

“We just finished sixty per cent of our project. I am so proud of us!” Helaena announces as she pulls Y/n into a tight embrace. Y/n welcomes the hug, softly smiling into it.

“Okay well, it’s getting late and I have a feeling the dorms will be closed, so I should get going! I’ll see you tomorrow, El.” The nickname for Helaena casually falls off Y/n’s lips. she picks her bag up from Helaena’s bed as she steps towards the door of her room.

“Text me when you get home,” Helaena suggests, before Y/n could interject realization dwells upon her.

“We don’t have each other’s numbers!” Y/n exclaims rolling her eyes. “Wait what?” that seems to have surprised Helaena, Y/n nods standing by what she said.

“Here, now you can text me when you reach home.” Helaena types the number into Y/n’s phone. “I don’t know why we didn’t do that before!” she berates as she hands over the phone to Y/n.

“Alright, bye! See you tomorrow,” Y/n gives Helaena one last quick hug before leaving.

Y/n enters her dorm and switches on the light. She sets aside her bag and lies down on her bed.

Her thoughts are still stuck on how aemond and her made eye contact so many times today.

Though most of the time he seemed angered by her presence. Y/n wishes he looked at her in a different light. She’s tried several times to make conversation, she’s approached him several times too but nothing seems to work.

Suddenly she remembers, she was supposed to text Helaena! So, she does.

Y/n: just reached home!

Unknown: I’m sorry what?

Y/n: haha, you’re so funny. You literally asked me to text you once I reached my dorm.

Unknown: I’m sorry but you are mistaken, I asked for no such thing.

Y/n: if this is a prank, I’m not laughing.

Unknown: I can assure you; it is not.

Y/n: this isn't El?

Unknown: no, it is not. I am sorry you got led on by someone.

Y/n: oh! no, it isn't like that, she's a friend, just asked me to text her when I reached home.

Unknown: yes, I got that. Well, I am glad you reached home safely. But now I must take leave.

Y/n: are you like 50 yrs old or something? you text so formally-

Unknown: I am not. But I cannot tell you how old I am. It’s not information you share with someone you do not know.

Y/n: well stranger this has been fun. But I’m sleepy so ‘I must take leave���

Unknown: did you just mock me?

Unknown: hey! Come back.

Unknown: hello?

Unknown: come back, please.

Y/n: someone knows how to use manners.

Y/n: ok well, let’s get to know each other.

Unknown: no.

Y/n: :( then how are we supposed to become best friends?

Unknown: we are not.

Y/n: pleaseeeeee

Y/n: pretty pleaseeeeeee

Unknown: fine. but you first.

Y/n: Oki

Yn: I’m a 20-year-old woman majoring in literature.

Unknown: now WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT, A COMPLETE STRANGER?

Unknown: but yeah I’m 21 years old. I am currently studying to become a lawyer.

Unknown: oh, I am a man.

Y/n: ew, I’m going to block you bye.

Mr wrong number: I-

Y/n: just kidding, anyways, I noticed we have the same area code. Is it safe to assume we’re from the same university?

Unknown: yes. It would be. Depends on if you know Mr Jamison.

Y/n: know? Man detests my existence.

Y/n: well best friend I have to go so good night <3

Unknown: not your best friend.

Y/n leaves him on seen but with a smile on her face. She made a new friend. All thanks to Helaena and her wrong number.

She changes the unknown person’s name to ‘Mr wrong number’

Hmmm, lawyer, she thinks. Sounds fun.

Y/n sighs as she enters the most boring class in her schedule. History of Westeros. It’s not that she finds it boring when she does the subject herself it is pretty interesting, but it’s the teacher she doesn’t like. She somehow finds a way to make the subject ten times more boring than it initially is.

she looks around and finds a bench empty. It’s right at the back of the class. Good for her. she can catch up on sleep peacefully.

She takes a seat down as she sets her things aside. She pulls out her textbook and a notebook. Yes, she intends on sleeping but she has to make it look like she tried to pay attention.

The class is about to begin, students rush in as the doors are about to close.

She heaves a sigh as she stares right into the soul of her textbook. Then suddenly she hears someone clear their throat.

Did her book come to life? She squints her eyes at the book, challengingly. It clears its throat again.

She is going insane, she is sure.

“Can I sit here?” it speaks? But the voice is coming from above-

She looks up and freezes immediately.

It’s Aemond Targaryen. He’s wearing a white button-up and black slacks. Fuck, Y/n’s heart skips a beat. She notices that today he let his hair down, not deciding to put it in a bun like he usually does. Her eyes are glued to him and it seems like he has noticed. And let’s just say he isn't quite pleased about it. “can I sit here?” he repeats, a hint of irritation very evident in his voice. She nods, not wanting to piss him off.

She keeps her eyes locked on her fingers as she fidgets with them, anxiousness radiating off her.

He stares at her, now more than ever. This is the closest he has ever been to her.

He watches as she slowly blinks in surprise, and how she gnaws on her bottom lip. He notices as she keeps fidgeting with her fingers, the same way she did at his house. Her cheeks have a slight tint of rose blush on them and he finds that endearing.

“So much for sleeping….” He hears her mutter under her breath. He does his best not to let out a chuckle.

her hair is in a loose messy bun, he notices how the locks of her hair slowly drop on her face. She looks gorgeous. His eyes trail down her neck, the space between her collarbone and neck looks so kissable, he tries his best to look away. He really does. But then her gaze lands on him, and he knows he has been caught red-handed.

But not the way he thinks. There is a glint of panic in her eyes, she deliberately rubs her hand over her neck.

He finally decides to pay attention to the class. He notices as she anxiously taps her feet on the ground. He thinks it will stop, but it goes on.

“What is making you so nervous?” it comes out more as a grimace than a question. He seems to have startled her because she stops instantly.

“Answer my question,” he wants to add a please, but she looks shaken up. “it’s nothing…” she mumbles, taking a deep breath.

His jaw clenches at her response. He knows she is lying but he finally makes up his mind and decides not to acknowledge her for the rest of the class.

As soon as class gets over, Y/n rushes out. Not even looking back once. She quickly packs up her things and walks out.

She scurries off the cafeteria and finds Helaena sitting there. She sets her things on the table and drops down on the chair, scaring her in the process.

“Your brother hates me.” she dramatically sighs, lifting her hand over her head.

“He hates everyone,” Helaena rolls her eyes, passing over the plate of fries to her. Y/n mindlessly picks it up and starts munching on them.

“He hates me the most,” she mumbles staring intently at her phone. Helaena shakes her head, disagreeing. Then she giggles, and Y/n has never been so weirded out. “what’s so funny?” she inquires.

“Nothing…nothing” Helaena whispers breathlessly, a smirk making its way onto her face.

Y/n arches an eyebrow, confusion obvious on her face. but she gives up because there is no point in wasting time on this.

“Oh, by the way, why didn’t you text me yesterday? I asked you to do so-” Y/n cuts Helaena immediately. “You gave me the wrong number!” she exclaims, realizing she hasn’t texted her stranger for quite some time.

“Oh well, here this is the right number.” Helaena types in the number and Y/n hopes it’s the right one this time.

“Gosh my class starts in five minutes; I’ll see you at the lockers! Bye.” Helaena launches from her seat and quickly plants a peck on Y/n’s forehead.

Y/n: hi bestie

Mr wrong number: hello.

Y/n: sheesh why are you being so cold?

Mr wrong number: sorry, not really having the best day.

Y/n: oh, wanna talk about it?

Mr wrong number: no, not really, I don’t want to burden you with it.

Y/n: hey, don’t say that, I won’t force you to talk but if you feel like it, please tell me.

Mr wrong number: thank you.

Y/n: ofc <3

Y/n sets her phone aside and stares at the plate of food in front of her. her appetite dying instantly, faster than her brain cells.

“Hello, Y/n!” Jace’s voice interrupts the stare down between Y/n and her plate. He sits down in the chair that Helaena had just vacated.

She groans into her hands and rubs her eyes. “Wow, someone is grumpy.” He jokes as he steals a French fry from her plate. She swats his hand away instantly. “It might taste like shit but that doesn’t mean I share. Get your own.” She grumbles as she moves her plate further away from Jace.

“Yeah Jace, don’t steal her food,” Luke grins as takes a seat next to Y/n. “hi Luke,” she smiles and hands him a fry. Jace’s eyes widen at this.

“This is favouritism! I want a refund.” Y/n giggles at Jace’s statement. She eventually hands him a fry too. Jace has a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he notices Y/n constantly checking her phone’s notification bar.

“Well, Luke I don’t think there is favouritism to you, hmm Y/n? your phone should know,” her eyes enlarge at Jace’s implication. “What are you talking about?” Y/n decides to play innocent.

“You were texting someone before I sat here, weren’t you? you were also smiling like an idiot. New boyfriend, I presume?” Y/n chuckles at the accusation, “I-” a voice that she is all too familiar with cuts her off.

“Boyfriend? And her? now that is the first time you’ve made a funny joke.” Aemond Targaryen taunts as he stands right in front of their table. It does sting Y/n but she decides to go along before Jace and Luke can interject and burn him alive.

“Yeah! You’re right, who would want to date me? I don’t have a boyfriend guys!” she smiles and it surprises all of them. Aemond hums, he sounds satisfied? Or that’s what Y/n thinks she heard. Looks like she is not the only person part of the bitchless club.

Y/n: you know how if zombies or vampires bite you, you turn into one?

Mr wrong number: mhm

Y/n: ok so what if I bit them? Would they turn into a human?

Mr wrong number: what.the.fuck.

Y/n: HEY IT WAS A GENUINE QUESTION!

Mr wrong number: I am speechless. I don’t know how to answer your question. I am stumped.

Y/n: I thought you were smart.

Mr wrong number: I am. But this- it is beyond my comprehension.

Y/n: you are of no use :(

Mr wrong number: I am sorry you feel like that, I will ask my developer to update my software so they can add ‘feelings’ into my algorithm.

Y/n: OMG YOU MADE A JOKE! AHAHA I AM RUBBING OFF ON YOU

Y/n: title of your sex tape.

Mr wrong number: you have seen Brooklyn nine nine?

Y/n: OBVS, who’s your favourite?

Y/n: let me guess, captain holt?

Mr wrong number: ……

Mr wrong number: yes.

Y/n: BAHAHAHA YOU ARE SO PREDICTABLE.

Y/n: mine’s Gina, just in case you were wondering.

Mr wrong number: I was not.

Y/n: ok rude :(

Another week goes by, and unfortunately for Y/n. Aemond Targaryen has made up his mind, he sat with her in the past three classes they had. Y/n doesn’t even know why? He hates her. he has made that crystal clear. She decides not to dwell upon it as she theorizes that he sits with her because there is no other place for him to sit. The classes have recently been filled with students so it’s not really his fault, right?

Aemond has been sitting next to Y/n for a month now, they just sit in silence during class. They don’t speak and Aemond thinks it’s mostly because he doesn’t like to talk to anyone that much. He is a very reclusive and reserved person.

But it also has to do with the fact that Y/n is one of the shyest and most nervous people he knows. For some reason, everything he does seems to get her anxious.

Last class, he asked her if he could borrow a pencil from her, she stammered her way through the entire interaction.

He did find it kind of adorable how her cheeks flushed as their fingers grazed when she handed him a pencil.

It’s not that Y/n doesn’t talk, he has observed her talk plenty to Helaena, Jace and Luke. He is the only one she doesn’t comfortably talk to, maybe it has something to do with the fact that he hasn’t really been the most welcoming and friendly person. To her. or to anyone.

It was a good day, or that was what she thought. Her shift was coming to an end. finally.

Just fifteen minutes more. She decides to make her job easier by deciding to clean all the dirty cups and tables.

She moves from table to table doing so. She reaches her last table and groans internally when she sees the coffee-filled mug still on the table. Why would someone waste their money on coffee and leave it to waste?

She sighs as she picks it up. The bell on the door rings, oh the last customer for the day. She turns around to greet them but to her surprise, they are right behind her.

And the surprise leads her to splash the mug full of coffee right on the customer. And unfortunately, the customer is wearing a white shirt.

And to make matters worse, the customer is none other than Aemond Targaryen.

He doesn’t react, not for a good minute at least.

Y/n’s mouth remains hung open as she tries to process what happened. She looks up at him to meet his eyes, and they seem to be in shock too. Suddenly there is a flicker of rage and Y/n wants to dig a hole and die.

“I am so sorry! So, so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to; it was an accident.” She drops the tray on the table next to her and proceeds to try to remove the stain of coffee from his shirt. She nervously struggles to wipe it off but to her luck, it doesn’t work, not one bit.

She looks at him, and his expression is unreadable. she isn't sure of what he is thinking but she has officially fucked up that she is sure of.

He grunts and removes her hands from his chest, still not uttering a word. “I am so sorry Aemond I-”

“Stop.” A single word, not holding much meaning or having clear instruction but she does it anyway. She stops.

She backs off, putting some distance between them, standing still not knowing what to do. his hands smooth his shirt, the coffee stain remaining prominent on it no matter how many times he runs his hands over his abdomen.

“I am so so so sorry,” she is panicking. A lot. “I didn’t mean to, please don’t complain about me to Mrs Garcia, I swear it was a mistake! I am so sorry.” She is on the brink of breaking down. tears are forming in her eyes. She has been holding back for quite some time now.

Today hadn’t really been the best day for her. first, someone stepped on her white sneakers. Secondly, Mr Jamison dress-coded her. for the third time. And she wasn’t even wearing anything controversial, it was a sundress that reached her knees but apparently not long enough for him. and lastly, she forgot to save the presentation she made for her literature class. Not really her best day.

“Please…” she clears her throat, trying to make her voice clear and get rid of the traces of any emotion in it. “don’t file a complaint, you can have coffee on me for the next week, just please….”

He doesn’t say a word, not knowing how to reply. He just turns his back and walks out of the café. Leaving a very puzzled Y/n alone.

Y/n: hello I just made a complete fool of myself.

Mr wrong number: knowing you, you have to be more specific.

Y/n: I will literally block you

Mr wrong number: please do.

Y/n: I will fr

Y/n: I’m not kidding.

Y/n: STOP LEAVING ME ON SEEN

Y/n: please ?

Mr wrong number: hmmm

Y/n: anyways, I know we said no personal questions, but have you ever been in a relationship?

Mr wrong number: not recently, no.

Y/n: any crushes?

Mr wrong number: yeah.

Y/n: would it be weird if I asked you to tell me more about them?

Mr wrong number: no, it’s fine.

Mr wrong number: I've known her for quite some time, we share one class together. She is very shy according to what I've noticed, we barely talk but go­­­d I like her so much. There's something about her. Something that always makes my eyes somehow land on her. It's like she's the sun and I am a mere object that revolves around her. There's no doubt that she's the sun. When she smiles, my heart flutters and my natural instinct is to return it. The warmth she radiates makes me feel safe and makes me want to forget all my worries. I do want to talk to her. I desperately do but every time I've tried either I say something extremely hurtful or rude. So, I just stick to curt nods or basically not acknowledging her existence at all. It's stupid I know but I am like 99% sure she hates me.

Y/n’s eyes widen at the way he talks about her. it makes her smile brightly. Only if someone spoke about her like that.

Y/n: oh my god. You should write poetry. You have such a way with your words. I’m literally crying hfdjsk

Y/n: wait why leave the 1%

Mr wrong number: we had gone to this fair one day, my sister and her are friends. They had gone to try some game and I continued surveying and looking around to make sure everything was fine. In the process I noticed her staring at me. Me. She was staring at me. I thought I might die on the spot. I remember noticing her cheeks turn to the shade of her lipstick. Red. And then she quickly glanced away, pretending to be busy. I seemed to be in shock myself. I thought maybe it must have been a mistake, there was no way she'd look at me and blush. Don't think too much. I remember telling silently myself.

Mr wrong number: and that isn't the only time I've seen her stare at me. during classes, when she's over at our place. But I just feel like I am not good enough to be liked by her. she is so pure and wholesome. I've seen the way she takes care of my sister and her friends. I don’t think I deserve someone like that in my life.

Y/n: wow. I am speechless. Literally speechless. But you know what? I think you have a chance. Idk but she sounds like a super sweet person you should give it a shot! Who knows she might be the future Mrs? hmmm :P and don’t say that about yourself. You are super sweet I am sure she would have noticed by now.

Mr wrong number: I don’t know I just. I don’t remember the last time I felt like this for someone.

Mr wrong number: but anyways, why did you suddenly ask about it tho?

Y/n: OMG YOU USED A SHORT FORM

Mr wrong number: did not.

Y/n: ‘tho’

Mr wrong number: fuck you.

Y/n: Nah let your gf do it

Mr wrong number: not my girlfriend

Y/n: yet.

Mr wrong number: don’t change the subject.

Y/n: ugh fine, I have a crush.

Y/n: he is this guy in my class, super smart and stuff but….

Y/n: he hates me lmao

Mr wrong number: it can’t be that bad I am sure.

Y/n: I’m not saying he hates me, what I’m saying is that I am literally the Monday of his life.

Mr wrong number: wow it is that bad.

Y/n: mhm

Mr wrong number: no offence then why do you like him?

Y/n: THAT’S THE PROBLEM IDK

Mr wrong number: ….

Y/n: fine, he is super caring, I've seen the way he cares for his mother and sister. He is smart, calculated and very straightforward. He doesn’t beat around the bush and he is a no-nonsense person which I love.

Y/n: he is also very hot so.

Mr wrong number: ahh explains it.

Mr wrong number: wait why does he hate you?

Y/n: oh, don’t get me started, it’s everything, from me biting my nails to my mere existence. It all ticks him off.

Y/n: but lol it doesn’t matter I've become used to him hating me, one day it’ll go too far and then finally I will get over him.

Mr wrong number: that doesn’t sound fun.

Y/n: trust me.

Y/n: anyways it doesn’t matter okay? At least your ship is sailing.

Mr wrong number: no, don’t do that. Don’t downplay how you feel. Let it out. If I can tell you how I feel you can too. that’s how friendship works right?

Y/n: fine.

Y/n: I’m scared I’ll end up alone because the one person I like is the one person who hates me with burning passion and the funny thing is idek what I did to make him hate me so much! I've barely even spoken three words to him. it just makes me think about how I can be unlikeable? Am I too talkative? Do I come off as too strong? Idk I just wanted him to like me back too yk

Mr wrong number: you won’t end up alone ok? He hates you? well, his fucking loss you are an awesome person with a great personality and if he keeps hating you he is missing out on something amazing. You don’t waste your time on him alright?

Y/n: thank you :( I needed to hear that, you’re a great best friend <3

Mr wrong number: you are a great best friend too.

Y/n beams at the confession. She is glad Mr wrong number exists. She likes the texts and goes back to the book she was reading.

“Hi, you are Y/n, right?” currently Y/n is in the library, trying to read. Emphasis on the word trying. Y/n nods in affirmation. The girl’s eyes look around and then she speaks up. “You sat with Aemond Targaryen in the last class of the history of Westeros, right?” Y/n nods again, not really having the energy to talk, especially to her.

Lydia is one of the girls who tormented Y/n at the beginning of her college year. She did everything in her willpower to make Y/n’s life hell.

If it wasn’t for Helaena, Y/n wouldn’t have survived college.

“I want you to sit somewhere else for tomorrow’s class. I want to sit next to him.” of course she does, Y/n heaves a sigh and gives in, “of course,” it’s not like she wanted to sit next to Aemond and stare at him. again.

“Thanks, Y/n” Lydia flashes her most pretentious smile at her and walks away, leaving Y/n alone in the secluded corner.

Y/n rolls her eyes at the thought of the interaction and takes out her phone.

Y/n: why am I such a people pleaser?

Mr wrong number: elaborate.

Y/n: never mind it’s stupid. How’s your day going so far?

Mr wrong number: well, it’s going. I’ll get by. I think.

Y/n: rough day huh?

Mr wrong number: don’t even get me started.

Y/n: no, don’t do that. Tell me how you are feeling, I know we don’t know each other irl and everything but that helps more doesn’t it? I can’t judge you like this or do anything hurtful.

She notices as the typing bubble appears and disappears. She hopes that he is considering it, he seems really sad.

Mr wrong number: for starters, my father is the worst. He despises my existence. And I have done nothing but try to be the ideal child and yet he still favours my drunk brother who has done nothing but bring trouble upon our family. My mother and sister are the only reason why I stay with my family otherwise I would have left long ago. My father thinks that I have no scope for the future and that studying law is a waste of time. And that I should be contributing to the family business. He thinks I am worthless and leeching off his money.

Y/n: oh god, that sounds horrible. I am so sorry this is happening to you. but forgive my bluntness. Do you like what you’re doing in life right now?

Mr wrong number: yeah, I do.

Y/n: then fuck that old man! who gives a fuck about what he has to say? You’re happy atm and that is all that should matter to you. let your father say what he wants to, you should listen to your gut and follow your dreams. You don’t require anyone’s approval for that. And like you said, your mom and sister are there for you, aren’t they? As far as I can see, that’s all you should care about.

Mr wrong number: thanks, that made me feel 10000 times better. Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I needed to hear that.

Y/n: of course! I am glad I was able to help :P

As Y/n guaranteed Lydia, she sits somewhere else, leaving the last bench to Lydia and Aemond. She sits near the window; thankfully, people walk past her; leaving her to sit alone.

Y/n notices as Aemond walks into the classroom, it’s hard not to stop staring, she likes the way he carries himself. With confidence radiating off him. his head held high as he walks with a hand in his pocket and the other holding the textbooks. Y/n’s eyes aren’t able to leave Aemond as he walks further to the desks. He seems to have noticed that his regular place is occupied by someone else.

Aemond’s eyes seem to narrow at the sight of Lydia sitting at the desk. He approaches her desk and it appears that he is interrogating her.

Lydia points towards the window where Y/n is sitting and Aemond immediately looks at her. He proceeds to walk over to where Y/n is sitting.

He looks at her not uttering a single word, just staring. There is a flash of annoyance in his eyes, but then continuing the charade, he sits down next to her.

the class begins, and yet again Y/n isn't able to pay attention to the class. She keeps staring at him, confused as to why he switched places and came and sat with her.

She takes a deep breath and gathers the courage to talk to him. “why’d you come here and sit?” It was a mere whisper but seemed to have grabbed his attention.

“Hmm?” He glances at her. her breath hitches at the sight of his eyes looking into hers. “Why did you come and sit here? You could have sat with Lydia-” she doesn’t get the chance to complete her sentence as he finally answers.

“Because I wanted to sit with you.” he says casually as he flips the pages of the textbook. Y/n’s heart rate seems to have surpassed the normal rate by a long mile.

She isn't even breathing anymore; he’s left her speechless. Y/n gathers her thoughts and continues, “but you could have sat with Lydia, we both know she’s great at the subject, she would make a great partner. And let’s not ignore the fact that she is also one of the prettiest girls in our year, I don’t know why-” this is the most he has ever heard her speak in one go. It surprises him but also angers him. Aemond furrows his eyebrows, a frown creeps its way on his face. Why does she have to self-deprecate so much?

“I told you Y/n, I wanted to sit with you. I don’t care about Lydia or anyone. You are a great partner too, by the way. You don’t try to make unnecessary conversation or force me to do stupid things. And you’re just as great as Lydia or better, to be honest. So, stop comparing yourself to her and pay attention to the class.” The last part was meant to be playful but it seems like Y/n took it seriously and actually starts listening to the class.

Y/n hasn’t processed any of the things Aemond just said. She is still stuck on the fact he wanted to sit with her, instead of Lydia.

Before she could dwell more on it, Mrs Martinez’s voice interjects, “class, I want you to pair up in twos, and present an essay on the various aspects of culture in Westeros.” The room starts buzzing with people discussing whom to pair up with. Y/n’s anxiety booms up, who will she pair up with-

“I’ll see you in the library at 4 p.m.” Aemond questions, closing his textbook. “Huh?” Y/n blurts out confused.

“For the essay? I’ll see you in the library at 4. Or do you have a shift at the café?” Y/n’s eyes appear to widen at the statement. The incident of that night flashes in front of her eyes. She internally cringes at the memory. Not her finest moment perhaps.

“You want to pair up for this project?” out of everything, Y/n asks the most obvious question to him, still flabbergasted at the fact he brought up the café. He has never ever come to the café since that day, as a matter of fact, Y/n is sure he doesn’t even like coffee.

She remembers him staring with pure disgust at her when she chugged 2 cups of coffee in front of him that one night when she stayed over.

“Yes, I do, now is 4 alright with you or not?” he repeats again, though there is an underlying tone of gentleness.

“Yeah, yes. It is.” she speaks in a shaky voice.

And for the first time ever, he smiles at her. it barely reaches his eyes, but it’s a smile. his lips twitch and slowly curve. Though it wasn’t a complete smile, it was still glorious to look at. It was like a ray of sunlight that could light the dullest parts of the room.

And with that, he leaves, leaving Y/n confused now more than ever.

Aemond runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly. This is the fifth time he has tried setting his hair and it is still not working. It’s not like he is going on a date but…

He still wants to make a good impression on Y/n. and it has nothing to do with the fact that he is completely infatuated with her. every single thing about her makes his heart flutter, from the way she blinks to the ways her lip curve around the words when she speaks.

He is just truly madly deeply in love with her. He has been, for the past three years.

He remembers when Helaena had made a new friend or that was what she told Aemond. He was very sceptical of this ‘friend’ he didn’t think she was as great as Helaena had described.

But then. He met her.

And god, it felt like the rest of the world was in black and white and she was in screaming colours. He felt like he would burn himself if he kept staring at her because of how brightly she glowed.

Then she started coming over to their house and his fascination only got worse. But to his luck every time she talked to him, he was only able to give curt and short replies because he was afraid, he’d blurt out something preposterous and ruin everything forever.

If Aemond had a choice, he would go back in time and fix the way he behaved with Y/n and actually gather the courage to ask her out.

He thought that maybe after getting to know her, his feelings would fade away, but after knowing her they only got worse.

He’s noticed all her little quirks and habits, they only made him love her, now more than ever. He remembers observing how she picks on her nails when she is nervous, or how she always seems to be carrying an extra T-shirt in her bag just in case there is a wardrobe malfunction. Or the way her eyes light up when someone mentions Taylor swift. He has also noticed the way she takes care of Helaena like her own sister. From reminding her to have eight glasses of water to make sure she eats something. All these things just make Aemond love her more.

He thought he had a chance with her until that one night. 

[floral-poisons]

driving with prefects

in honor of constantly being reminded that leona can drive, i am writing up a brief dorm leader head canon post. i just think it would be a fun set of head canons, you know? (also it’s been a bit since i’ve posted like content).

i haven’t read any translations for the new event ft. leona and whatnot. so if my head canons don’t align with canon...take it with a grain of salt.

for the sake of these head canons, i’m mostly thinking about manual cars. because i know magic enhanced technology exists within twst. but when i think about driving, i’m thinking about like...regular cars, you know.

malleus draconia

unfamiliar is malleus with manual cars. after all, they’re so different from vehicles operated by magic alone. when he gets behind the wheel, he’s very cautious. sometimes, the things he does are reckless (your heart was beating so fast it would have exploded). but that’s because he isn’t used to driving with stick. or even having experience with manually shifting the car into different modes. he also needs to put his seat as far back as possible because of how tall he is and he needs a tall car so his horns aren’t squished. it can get very uncomfortable very quickly.

child of man, this car is very confusing. how do i activate the windshield wipers? i would not want us to get into an accident.

riddle rosehearts

getting on the road is honestly the worst for him. riddle is an anxious driver. he hates traffic, hates people honking at him, and most certainly hates getting on parkways and highways. he doesn’t mind driving in the countryside where he can drive smoothly and as fast as he desires. no one’s around after all. but with other people, he becomes a mess. he also has a bit of road rage within him. you’ve never heard someone curse as much as he did when someone cut him off. riddle also happens to follow the rules a little too well. he’s always going under or at the speed limit, always checking his blind spots, always signalling his turns even in parking lots. he is, arguably, the best parker.

oh come on! didn’t even signal while switching lanes! cut me off and everyone else too! there’s more than you in the world you know!

vil schoenheit

vil is an awful driver. not in the sense that he doesn’t follow the general rules of driving (because great seven forbid he gets into an accident and it becomes a scandal) but in the way that his braking tends to be...janky. his turns can range from being smooth to jarring. and the man lacks the ability to park. he’s horrible at parking. you learned your lesson when you got into the car with him driving (better off with rook). ironically, he’s a lot better at driving while he’s multitasking, like touching up his makeup or answering phone calls. honestly, he just needs a little practice. with every drive, he improves even in the slightest. he has no problem dedicating hours to practicing driving either. he just doesn’t have the time right now.

normally i don’t drive. my father had drivers for me. but i can. it’s just...been a while. i’m a little rusty is all.

leona kingscholar

leona, having driven for a while now, is one of the best drivers amongst the prefects (and arguably the whole school). he follows the general rules but definitely enjoys going fast. he especially likes to take scenic routes (there’s something peaceful about late night drives, you know). however, he is very possessive of the aux. you’re not allowed to play your playlists unless it’s a really long trip. besides, he prefers to listen to podcasts and audiobooks while driving. he kind of has a conversation with the audiobook or podcast. it’s cute to watch leona react in real time.

that is ridiculous! doesn’t she understand that he’s the bad guy? that he’s awful? she’s better off getting with the second lead anyways!

azul ashengrotto

putting a creature from the seat into a car is a bad idea. there’s only one person that is, arguably, worse than vil. and that is azul. now, it’s not really azul’s fault. he’s not really used to land traffic rules. but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you have almost gotten into a plethora of accidents with azul behind the wheel. he gets pretty anxious while on the road and does his turn signals, lane changes. but he’s pretty awful at guessing distance and lacks spatial awareness. naturally, this also inhibits his parking skills. his parking skills are pretty awful.

the coral sea traffic is not nearly as bad. i mean half of these rules don’t even make sense (y/n)!

kalim al-asim

kalim is a wonderful driver! his driving is really smooth and he’s a joy with to be in the car. there’s always something to talk about while he’s driving. and he’ll let you play your music, podcast, audiobook. the two of you have had so many lovely conversations while driving. there isn’t much to say. plus, kalim is pretty great at parking too. he’s always willing to go on errand runs with you and take you out on late night drives.

oh (y/n)! you need to get something from the grocery store? i was heading there anyways. hop in!

idia shroud

much to your surprise, you learned that idia is not an anxious driver. he seems like he would be. but no. he feels like he’s in a video game whenever he drives. and he absolutely loves the adrenaline rush that he gets from going fast. slamming on that gas petal is extremely satisfying to him. furthermore, traffic becomes a puzzle to him. a puzzle to solve on how to get out of traffic. everyone else becomes npcs. and you have almost thrown up from how motion sick you’ve gotten in his car.

ohohoho! traffic? guess we can play a game of how to escape! it should be relatively easy considering how all the normies drive.

[sleep-deprivedracoon]

JJK Manga leaks - Heavy spoilers ahead.

Please do not read below the cut if you do not wish to be spoiled.

These are for chapter 237.

I repeat do not read below the cut if you do not wish to be spoiled.

The pacing of this arc has got me so anxious tbh. It's gotten to a point where people cannot even predict where the plot would head towards and I like it to be honest. It's refreshing (traumatizing) that something isn't predictable even though it follows certain Shonen manga tropes. JJK is such an outlier Shonen. This is a long read, I apologize in advance.

After reading the leaks, I have some thoughts and I have listed them below -

1. Gojo’s death seems kinda pointless right now with Sukuna's reincarnation and reverting to his true form. He literally healed all the damage done by the Hollow Purple. Gojo probably is gone for good and I have slowly come to terms with that. But I need to know what Sukuna's reincarnation to his true form implies for Megumi. From how Twitter and Reddit is reacting, it seems like Megumi also is gone for good now. Everyone clowns on Gojo for being hated by Gege but I truly think Gege hates Megumi the most. Poor baby cannot seem to be catching a break.

2. The fact that we don't see Gojo's body anymore worries me. The fact that we still haven't seen any of our remaining characters react/process Gojo's death also worries me. Worries me because it is giving me copium again and I just have started to accept Gojo's death 🙃

3. We now know Kashimo is going to die when he runs out of CE because he yeeted his human form to fight Sukuna. So Kashimo is not making it out alive in Kashimo vs Sukuna. I atleast hope he damages Sukuna enough for the rest to jump on Sukuna but I doubt that will happen (explained more in detail towards the end)

4. We finally get crumbs of Sukuna's backstory. He was an unwanted child (if the fan translation is believed to be right. I am still going to wait for an official translation because last time the fan translation made us all hope about Gojo's revival way more than it was hinted.). Knowing Gege, I think this is the maximum we will get to know about Sukuna before he became the king of curses. Gege once mentioned in an interview that Sukuna was beyond help and was pure evil. I mean this dude has Uruame cook humans for him. So I don't think Gege is going to give us a tragic backstory for Sukuna.

5. Also Kashimo's line about Sukuna's strength reminds me of Geto and Gojo's KFC breakup line.

6. Hakari vs Uruame. Let's fucking gooooooooo! Beat their ass Hakari!!! I am betting on Hakari winning this. The good guys desperately need this win. Please Gege, just be merciful on us for once.

7. We still don't know what Kenjaku is up to (stay the fuck away from Gojo's body you slimy fiend).

I honestly still do find it weird that Gege chose this route of let's kill the strongest character because he is a roadblock by creating an almost omnipotent character that is absolutely insane and a master strategist. At this point someone will have to turn into Buddha themselves to take Sukuna down. I think the last win we had (if we do not consider Gojo unboxing as a win and the culling games win) was with Yuji and Todo. And Todo retired/left? (I don't blame him though. STAY SAFE MY BOY).

But to summarize the good guys roster right now - Nanami is dead, Nobara is MIA, Yaga is dead, Yuki is dead, Todo has retired, Megumi is likely a goner, Gojo is dead and since we don't know what happened in the 1 month (because we didn't get a training arc), Yuji only has black flash, stamina and super strength right now. The higher ups were probably kiiled/dismanted by Gojo. Zenin clan got KO'd by Maki. Yuta is the only special grade in Japan that is alive. Mei Mei will switch sides like it is nobody's business. Maki is one of the only people who's had an insane shonen level power creep since Shibuya arc. Shoko and Utahime are not fighters.

Whereas the bad guys roster - Uruame with their icy powers, Kenjaku with literally all the curses that Geto had plus several more that he acquired and Sukuna. The fact that Sukuna has a binding vow with Kenny and Sukuna is almost omnipotent rn.

Sukuna abilities :

1) Can make himself immortal by putting his soul into cursed objects(fingers)

2) Can take over others bodies by making them ingest his finger

3) Can use the taken over body's CT proficiently with minimal training

4) Has twice higher CE than the next highest person (Yuta)

5) Has the best RCT on par with Gojo

6) Has a way to revive himself without RCT (such a possibility was not even considered possible in the power system uptil now )

7) Has/Had the 2nd best cursed technique (ten shadows)

8) Has a cursed tool that can shoot lightning

9) Has a flame arrow than can insta kill a special grade curse

10) A way to transfer damage he sustains ,to the soul of the body he inhabits

11) A way to enlarge his body parts (when he tries to eat angel)

12) Has the best durability (sustained 2 purples (probably the technique with the highest damage in the series besides the space-time cleave) a blue infused black flash punch, and unlimited void)

13) An unexplained CT that hasn't been revealed yet.

14) Crazy learning rate able to reproduce anything by seeing it only once

15) Has 4 arms and multiple eyes

16) A barrier less domain - idk if his reincarnation can now do DE

17) Cleave and dismantle for which he can modify the cursed energy output however he wishes.

18) No moral compass or emotional attachments that can be exploited against him.

19) probably has 2nd highest IQ (after kenjaku ) and easily highest battle IQ. Mans not only planned for Gojo but also for after Gojo.

Realistically our protagonists (Right now only Yuji and Yuta) need a dues ex machina moment to take down just Sukuna. And after Sukuna is dealt with, they need to plan for Kenjaku.

The odds aren't looking too good :(

I miss the goofiness that this Manga had lol.

[gatheredfates]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Aww, I love positivity asks! I can't say mine are in any way profound, but:

My loved ones. Cheesy, I know. Shout-out to my partner who does have a Tumblr account but refuses to be perceived because I know he'll read this and appreciate the fact I didn't tag him. I've been asked before how on earth I've been in a relationship with one person for over half my life and that's simple: I fell in love with my best friend. 💖 Also huge shoutout to @riftdancing who will be perceived because she's the platonic love of my life and, without her, I would not be who I am today. These two have seen me at my literal worst and stuck by me — I love them to bits! There's also my FC members/close friends @lightwrought / @gaygentofchaos / @whirlwyrm / @snakemoltsiren / @swingbeard / @dragons-ire / other people I have missed and/or wouldn't like to be tagged but know you are included because I love you. IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. Also everyone in Seafloor!

Music. I've always loved music, but I really only got into music and listening to different things later in life! Sleep Token fundamentally altered my brain chemistry and I will thrust them on anyone who will listen (start with Sundowning through to Take Me Back to Eden if you want the whole ~experience~ but Jaws is also a good separate introduction). I've also come to love Crywolf, Ashnikko, Bad Omens, as well as old faithfuls like Red, Evanescence, Halsey, etc.

My cat. She's not really my cat, but she adopted me. Ratticus le Catticuses the third of her name; brat cat, rat cat; little goblin; my little baby girl, love of my life. (Her name is Lucy).

Graphics design/creativity. I make it no secret my favourite part of my irl work is when I can make a brochure/pamphlet/poster. I don't profess to be an absolute master in it, and I'm entirely self-taught, but there is something about making something better. It's the same with GPOSING and the like. I don't do it often, but my edits are there. There are people in the community that use the little dividers I put together in Canva. It makes me happy!

My current mental health/personal journey. I'm in a really good spot mentally. My diagnosis has changed my life, and I was already on a good trajectory with my personal mantra/outlook on life prior to it. A few years go I was extremely depressed/anxious, I had a lot of trauma/paranoia around my spaces, and acted in ways I'm not proud of. I've reached out and reconciled a lot of it, and it's allowed me to engage with this community and my personal projects in a manner that's healthy and engaging for me. I was in a spot of ~drama~ recently (which I won't get into — that's another personal choice I made to keep things between relevant parties) and, rather than freaking out and thinking everyone hated me... I just dealt with it. I took all sides, formulated my opinions and blocked the people I didn't want to deal with. I was SO proud/happy with myself — I still am! It's not world-ending like it used to feel and that's so freeing for me as someone who used to be a chronic people-pleaser/conflict averse. I still want to try to be the latter, but I really believe the manta of 'be kind, take no shit'. It's done wonders for my happiness.

This got really long, I appreciate anyone who got to the bottom! I'll send these out to ten people from my permanent interaction call because I think that's nice. Thank you @disciple-of-frost for sending this in!! ✨

[moonstruckdraws]

✨ARO SPEC AWARENESS WEEK!!✨

THESE PEOPLE EXIST AND ARE BEAUTIFUL & AMAZING! APPRECIATE THEM! RESPECT THEM!

I don't really do the awareness week things cuz I draw during pride month but finding out (learning how to read a bio status that's been in my face every time I open their blog) that @hellishgayliath is aro, I wanted to incorporate them! I know I say I appreciate them a lot but ITS BECAUSE I DO!

This is also a reveal that Luci is aro spec! I am not aromantic myself, but I have done my research into it. However, if I do make any stereotypical or offensive characterizations for Luci, please let me know so I may change that! I find it funny that both Repo & Luci wouldn't know of the labels lgtbqia+ so Luci has no idea what aromantic is lol

Luci spiel incoming

Okok, so I designed Luci in late December. I make characters in my head for fandoms I'm in all the time, but I never draw them out because I never care to. I didn't really consider making a rottmnt oc until Helli dropped their Bao character which is followed when I started making fanart of Helli's sons. I decided, "I have nothing better to do, so why not" and I really like moths, so why not a moth oc?

Seeing Pico & Bao made me really want to put Luci in a relationship, and I had (and still have) a character in mind that I'd pair her with. But the more I drew her and explored her character, I wasn't as sure. Around this time I learned what QPRs (queer platonic relationship) are and the best way I can describe them is that they're like deeper (more-than-platonic-but-not-romantic) soulmates.

This led me into the aro spec rabbit hole (ha, hi Helli) and I learned a lot about aro labels and aromanticism in general, to which some things I didn't know I connected with lol. And I am aware, since it's a spectrum, that some aros are in relationships, single, interested in romance, repulsed, or a mess of all these things.

But I still wasn't sure if I felt putting Luci in some kind of relationship (more towards a QPR) was okay? I haven't said much on Luci's view on relationships and romance, and I'll do that in another post so I'm not writing an essay over here lol. Because I'm aware that some people do go down that route of "Well some aromantics do date, so I can draw this character in a relationship" and no hate though as peeps can do what they want. I just didn't want to do that with Luci.

So really I'm on the fence of the possibility, and if I do, I want to do it in a way that's respectful to aro's with boundaries or dislikes Luci would have if she was in a close relationship. Of course, I could be overthinking this, which is why I shortened this post in the first place lol, but I'm also a paranoid socially anxious person that doesn't want to be offensive especially since my moot is on this spectrum. I will accept any tips or advice if they're offered; I just wanted to yap and blah blah.

Happy Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week :]

[piles-of-numbers]

hi, I wrote / doodled my aroace journey for pride

id below the keep reading

ID: A series of 10 images featuring a handwritten story and doodles along the way. They read as follows:

Growing up, I believed my life would follow a certain path. (Doodle: footpath with grass around it). It was the path of all my favorite books, shows, movies, etc. Doodle of a row of five triangular flags along a path. The first is labeled "meet a guy," the second is labeled "we develop some witty banter," the third is labeled "He confesses his love for me," the fourth is labeled "???", and the fifth and final one is labeled "Profit."

That path was in my mind during most interactions with my guy friends. Doodle of a stick figure posed with hand on face, considering another stick figure. Next to the stick figure is a list: nice (check), funny (check), smart (check), likes me??. These candidates became my crushes. I waited for a confession. Sometimes, my friends would suggest I take initiative. Doodle of the same stick figure in a thoughtful pose, along with two more stick figures. One says "You should ask him out!" The other says "Yeah!". But something about the idea felt off.

I told myself I wanted to focus on school instead. (Doodle of a paper with an A on it, two books titled Math and Biology. In truth, the idea of dating didn't really excite me. I thought that there was nothing wrong with being single. Thought it wouldn't be the end of the world if I just kept to myself. But all those stories taught me about what happened to those kinds of sentiments. Doodle of a stick figure, hands on stick hips, saying "I'm better off alone!". Below that is words written in the Spongebob timeskip card, "Two Days Later....". Then there are two stick figures holding hands and looking at each other, saying "I'm only complete now that I've found you."

So, being the star student I was, I decided that I was just staving off the inevitable and decided to skip to that part where I found someone I liked. My sophomore year, the stars seemed to align: I turned 16, the age of most teenage protagonists, I heard through a friend that a guy would have asked be to Jr. Prom if I hadn't already expressed I was busy that day, and said guy got me a small gift for my birthday. So, with encouragement from my friends, I decided to strongly hint (but not outright say) that I liked him. And so, a week after my 16th birthday, he asked me out, to which I responded with a super confident "sure?"

We went on two dates before I ended it. He didn't do anything wrong, but something on my end felt wrong. I wouldn't say that I was repulsed, that seems to strong of a word. But the situation seemed forced. I decided I must not be mature enough, that I would date when I got to college. Towards the end of high school, I discovered the actual definition of asexuality. A doodle of the stick figure wondering Wait... sexual attraction? What is that? That's real? Cue about 3.5 years of questioning: how to prove a negative? maybe I am just anxious? No "right person" yet? I don't hate the idea of sex? Other people are exaggerating?

Fun thing about the anxiety question, I started taking anxiety medication during my last semester of college. With my mind a little more ordered, it all became clearer: I'm ace. The stick figure now waves an ace flag. With that sorted out, I was ready to move along in life when... the stick figure is handed a paper by a little brain and asks "oh? what is this?" The happy little brain smiles as the paper reveals the words HAVE I FELT ROMANTIC ATTRACTION???* The asterisk leads to the smaller note "also gender???"

Of course I had. Right? There was the aforementioned guy in high school, and in early college I thought about pursuing two guys. But I realized something: I always thought I had to like somebody. The butterflies I had in high school were less about the guy, and more... Doodle of two butterflies having a conversation. "Omg he likes us" "Mission accomplished" "Wait now we have to go on a date." "Ahhhh? what do we even do?"

What even is romance? I don't know. It's different for each person. Like a lot of people, I crave a connection founded on trust, shared interests, inside jokes, etc. Doodle of two stick figures, there are squiggly lines between them, a connection. But I think something about that connection, maybe its very essence, is just different. Two stick figures with different squiggly lines between them. I remembered thing how I've always wanted to skip the whole "head over heels" part of the relationship, and go right to being an old married couple. So, I'm aro. At first, I had a mini crisis. Doodle of the stick figuring sitting on the floor with tears, holding the aro flag. A sad brain pats the stick figure in support.

But that crisis ended when I stopped treating this revelation as a path being blocked... Doodle of a path leading to an archway, the archway is boarded off.... and more like a bunch of new paths I hadn't really considered opening up. Doodle of the archway path no longer blocked off, surrounded by a bunch of other archways.

Honestly, the first path isn't even gone, it just looks a little different. Doodle of the archway path looking the same as before, but the archway is a rainbow in the colors of the queerplatonic flag: yellow, pink, white, grey, black. The pathway has pebbles of those colors. I'm thankful for all the stories and comics people have shared related to the aroace spectrum. I shudder to think what my life would look like if I hadn't found these words, what paths I may have forced myself to walk. So now, it's my turn. Happy pride 2023, especially to my aros, my aces, aroaces, my aspecs, and to everyone still figuring things out. Doodle of a stick figure holding an ace flag and an aro flag.

End ID.

[im-a-king-baby]

hi ! first of all; i read ELYN over the easter weekend and stayed up till like five am waiting for it to get happy so i could sleep (i gave up) and i loved it so so much. It just feels like such a tangible, realistic outcome for them (if we ignore s3) it made me ache in that exact anxious yearning way the actual show does. Big ask and 100% appreciate it if the answer is no but are you planning to write more for them in that universe? Would love to see them when Wille is at university, or see Wille simply make some (oblivious?) uni friends, or see Sara and Simon interact again or honestly literally anything and everything.

secondly, and who knows maybe (probably) you’re aware of this but the photos/images in the fic do not appear as images but just as a text/error box? Is that intentional or did they break? I kept finding myself curious as to what image was put with the chapters haha

Hi!!! I hope you had a good easter... and went to sleep at some point... 😅

Thank you for alerting me about the images! I was not aware of that :( Although I guess that makes all those hours hardcoding the text threads and tumblr posts so they would work without images worth it 😂

I have gone through it all again and updated the image links so they are working for me now (let me know if they're still broken for you?).

There's nothing in them that's required to follow the fic, you just get to judge the time I spent procrastinating by making album covers and then sorting all the random pop songs I'd invented into albums (something that was definitely vital even though no one but me cares about the difference in vibe between Simme eras 🤣).

If you are just interested in the art, these are the 4 covers I used in the fic:

Sadly this fic was always destined to lose canon status after season 3 (although I am going to keep believing August's arc could go the ELYN route until proven otherwise).

Regarding sequels, prooobably not? Sorry :( I have more notes for Simon pov scenes during and before than anything set after because I'm not sure what more I have to say, (other than wanting to write something of ELYN Wille with Edvin's new haircut but basically all I've got is this:

For a moment Simon thinks Wilhelm isn’t even here, then the bleached blond head turns and it’s Wilhelm’s face and Wilhelm’s eyes and Wilhelm’s mouth dropping open in surprise at seeing Simon in the doorway. “You’re here,” Wilhelm says. “How are you -?” “You cut your hair.” It’s dumb. Obviously. But Simon hasn’t slept and Wilhelm’s hair is almost white, sharp and bristled, and Simon wants to touch it, to see if it hurts. “I…” Wilhelm hesitates. “There were always rules about my appearance, about how I was allowed to look, and I thought…” he reaches a hand to his hairline, his face falling a little. “Do you hate it?” The bristles give under his fingers, impossibly soft. He looks older, but also somehow younger, like he’s reclaiming the rebellious teen years that the crown never let him have. “I want to kiss you,” Simon says. The coffee shop is full of people. At least four that Simon can see are looking at them, not even trying to be subtle. There’s a camera tilted in their direction, but it’s not close. “Can I kiss you?” “I-” Wilhelm starts doing the same glance - who’s watching, who’s filming - then seems to catch himself, snorts a soft laugh and pulls Simon in. It's too short for Simon to catch hold of, but he can run his fingers through it and it's soft or ghost them over to catch the sharp edges of the tips, and it's Wilhelm and he's here, they're both here. And they're going to be okay.

<3