#beautiful and incredible as always lina

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Josephine Baker (The Siren of the Tropics, ZouZou)— Josephine Baker was an American born actress, singer, and utter icon of the period, creating the 1920s banana skirt look. She was the first black woman to star in a major motion film. She fought in the French resistance in WWII, given a Legion of Honour, as well as refusing to perform in segregated theatres in the US. She was bisexual, a fighter, and overall an absolutely incredible woman as well as being extremely attractive.

Jean Hagen (The Asphalt Jungle, Singin' in the Rain)—a shimmering star in the cinema firmament! Absolutely iconic as the villainess Lina in singin’ in the rain and makes the picture, to be honest. Nobody played funny-evil-gorgeous the way she does. and that voice!

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[additional propaganda submitted under the cut. The famous banana skirt is mildly NSFW.]

Josephine Baker:

Black, American-born, French dancer and singer. Phenomenal sensation, took music-halls by storm. Famous in the silent film era.

Let's talk La Revue Negre, Shuffle Along. The iconique banana outfit? But also getting a Croix de Guerre and full military honors at burial in Paris due to working with the Resistance.

She exuded sex, was a beautiful dancer, vivacious, and her silliness and humor added to her attractiveness. She looked just as good in drag too.

So I know she was more famous for other stuff than movies and her movies weren’t Hollywood but my first exposure to her was in her films so I’ve always thought of her as a film actress first and foremost. Also she was the first black woman to star in a major motion picture so I think that warrants an entry

Iconic! Just look up anything about her life. She was a fascinating woman.

Jean Hagen:

Riddle and you shall receive! How could we forget about Jean Hagen! I love a woman who can play really delightfully evil, and it's very fun seeing her other roles after you've seen her as Lina Lamont. Also, she's got an adorable smile and a gorgeous chin.

Her Oscar-nominated performance as Lina Lamont is a wonderful example of being talented enough to make an unsympathetic character difficult to hate. Admittedly her looks also help a lot - in so many films she would have been the romantic lead and it's a shame Lina didn't get a redemption arc.

Had a sexy sexy alto register so when she was being dubbed as Lina Lamont by Debbie Reynolds she was dubbing Debbie Reynolds dubbing her. Shoutout to Betty Noyes also.

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did. is anyone. can we please bring attention to her in drag. please god and thank you

If we bring a little joy into your humdrum lives, it makes us feel as though our hard work ain't been in vain for nothin!

[gina103]

Girl From The Belly Ch 1

New story alert! I'm super excited to introduce these characters and their stories to you guys, and I hope you like it! there are lots of plans for this world and where it's going! You can expect chapter 2 tomorrow!

Ch 1 - word count: 1906 Previous - Next

The clang and clashing of swords filled the air.

It was a beautiful thing to witness. The two men swished and swashed their blades at each other with the poise and grace of a swan. Their masks hiding their undoubtedly sweaty faces from view. The men paused for a moment, taking a break from their battle no doubt. The taller one of the two removed his mask, shaking out his rich dark brown hair which was damp from sweat. The man was incredibly handsome – with a chiseled, strong jawline, and kind – watery blue eyes that anyone could get lost in. His sweaty face was slightly pink with the healthy glow of exercise. The man was of course, Crown Prince Cassian of Feywen who was finishing up his fencing lesson – and had no idea that he was being watched. High up on the wall, almost meeting the ceiling, was a tiny circular opening – a window. Staring out that window, watching the prince with a gaze so intense with admiration and infatuation was Adalina.

She was a borrower. At her height of 5 inches, she was a petite, spritely-looking girl of 19 with a face that was perpetually pink and freckled with the glow of youth and brightness. Her long, hazelnut colored hair was as always, unbrushed and almost wild with fly aways that framed her face, giving her the appearance of constant good humor and friendliness. Her sweet hazel eyes stared out the window at the prince with such vigor, watching him closely as he moved. How does one appear so graceful, yet so masculine and strong? So noble, so heroic, so –

“Lina!”

Adalina shouted in surprise and smacked her head on the dingy and low ceiling in her attempt to stand up. She was shocked to see her older sister, Eunice, standing before her with her arms crossed in disapproval. She was quite different in appearance from her sister, with a skinny build and fair skin which contrasted with her rich chestnut brown hair and equally dark eyes that contained quite an air of wisdom and a little bit of self-importance, in Lina's opinion.

“Just what in the world are you doing up here?” she asked crossing her arms, “how did you even find this passageway?

“M-Mrs. Acorn told me about it,” Lina explained guiltily.

“Of course she did," Eunice sighed exasperatedly, "how would she even know about it though? What purpose could a passageway with a window overlooking the fencing room even serve?”

The sound of clashing swords echoed around said fencing room, the soundwaves were carried up to the little spot in the wall which afforded the view.

Eunice went quiet listening, before marching over to the window her younger sister was just peeking out of – bending low so as not hit her head on the low ceiling. She took one look out the window, at the two men fencing below and let out another very, very disappointed sigh.

“Watching the prince again?” Eunice said to her sister in a stern tone, “you know what? I don’t have time to get into it with you again. Mama was looking for you, she needs help with the laundry.”

Lina slouched her shoulders, letting out a pout of air and deflating like a child who was told it was bedtime. Her hazel eyes pleaded with her sister’s begging her not to take her home, but Eunice was having none of it.

“Come on,” she said – grabbing Lina’s arm and dragging her away from the window, away from the prince, and back home to The Belly.

-

Down the long rickety staircase they went, traversing through the cramped and claustrophobic passageway. Eunice pulled her younger sister along as the hall twisted and turned before them. There was a small hole at the end of the hallway, which opened up into a larger, more traveled passageway. Making a right turn, they proceeded further. Lina had shaken off Eunice’s grip at this point, thinking dejectedly about all the chores they would have to do upon arriving home. Her mother was a wonderful woman, but she could sure put her girls to work.

They passed a few other borrowers and some watchmen on patrol; Lina knew with a sinking heart that they were very close. Watchmen were like the palace guards of The Belly, they traversed the hundreds of tunnels and passageways closest to home every day, checking to make sure no unwelcome guests such as mice, rats, roaches and spiders have made a home in them.

At Last, they made it to the largest and most traveled tunnel, which led straight into the heart of The Belly. To put it short, The Belly was home. It had been home as long as Lina could remember. It was a large colony of borrowers, the population of which had just recently hit 300 – situated perfectly underneath the kitchens and storerooms of Silvenia Palace. As the girls made their way through the large front gates, they were waved at and greeted by neighbors, friends, and acquaintances. If you looked up to the sky – or the ceiling, there were thousands of twinkling lights bestowing their glow upon the town and giving it light. There were houses that were stacked on top of each other, with small wooden doorframes that you had to stoop to enter, alive with the activities of families. mothers carrying large clay pots to their nearest waterpump, children laughing and racing each other up and down the rickety wooden staircases, fathers carrying bags full of tools and wares to the market to trade for goods. The Belly was a bustling place to live, indeed.

Eunice and Lina ascended a small staircase up to their family home. It was a quaint-looking house, Lina often imagined that if you were to attach a handle, a lid, and a spout, you could turn it into a teapot. There were other rooms and additions made to the house over the years of her family living there, giving it a very mismatched look. As the girls neared the circular front door, their mother, Mrs. Brook, burst forth in a frenzy. She was a sweet and friendly-looking woman in her mid-fifties with warm hazel eyes, light freckles, and smile lines. She was someone you could easily trust.

“Girls!” she exclaimed, “there you are! Come on, I just started the laundry.”

Their mother did what she did best, she put her girls to work. They handwashed, wrung, and hung up all the laundry to dry. They darned socks, shirts, and pants. They fetched water from the pump. They swept all the floors, washed all the pots and pans, dusted all the shelves, polished their father’s boots, and finally were able to rest after setting the table for dinner.

Lina and Eunice sat on the front steps of their home, absolutely exhausted, Lina leaned against the railing, barely able to keep her eyes open while her sister drank from a small cannister of water, keeping her eyes peeled for their father, Mr. Brook, and Idris.

Idris, the oldest child, a member of the watchmen, the pride and joy of his parents, would be coming home with his father after a long day of keeping The Belly safe. No wonder Mrs. Brook wanted to get all the chores done in one day. Watchmen – due to the distances they must cover on their patrols daily, can only come home once every two to three days or so, staying for a short time, and leaving again to patrol the vast network of tunnels. It was a tough, dangerous, and prestigious position. If your family had watchmen members, you were automatically a cut above the rest. You were respected and regarded as a family with a strong bloodline.

Of course, to be a watchman you had to first be a man, much to Lina’s annoyance. There was a time in her early childhood where she would’ve given anything to become a member. But her dreams were dashed, never in the history of The Belly had there been a female watchman. It was simply impossible, unheard of, ridiculous, ludicrous, and utterly idiotic according to literally everybody she knew and had spoken to on the matter. Lina hoped that one day, people would be more open to the idea, but until then, she was stuck at home doing menial chores and learning how to sew.

Emerging from a skinny alleyway in front of their home, Lina spotted her father and Idris approaching. Her father, a middle-aged man with a mane of grey hair and an equally untamed beard, had a face marked with smile lines from greeting customers and raising his children happily, a tall but worn-down stature, and a countenance of humility and kindness. His oldest son walked beside him in his green, well-fitted watchmen uniform, he carried both his backpack and his father’s sack which was very heavy, full of handmade wooden knick-knacks and tools. Idris was taller than his father, and had a well-built, athletic build, carrying his and his father’s stuff easily. He had a tentative beard coming in which would no doubt be shaved before he had to leave next, wavy brown hair, which was kept controlled underneath his green hat, thick eyebrows that drew his face into a near permanent scowl, and piercing dark eyes which always seemed to scrutinize and find faults in others at lightning speed.

Lina and Eunice both bowed their heads slightly in greeting before getting up to lead them inside. The scent of warm potato soup and cheesy bread wafted through the cracked open door, spurring Lina’s stomach into a frenzy. It was finally time to eat.

-

Cassian was utterly entranced.

His hands moved fluidly and gracefully along the grand pianoforte; this piece was his absolute favorite. The music floated into his ears and echoed throughout the music room, filling it with its sweet melody. His hands moved with a flourish. Muscle-memory and pure skill prevented him from missing a single note. His eyes were closed, his body swayed with the movement of the piece, feeling it with everything he had. Nothing could break the utter bliss of this moment, nothing could break–

“Pardon me your highness.”

Cassian slammed down on the keys. The horrid sound cut through the peace like a knife. He spun around on the bench to face Mr. Cutlet, the butler, with annoyance written all over his face.

“What have I said about interrupting me while I play?”

“My sincere apologies your highness,” Mr. Cutlet bowed, “I have merely come to inform you of his majesty’s insistence on you eating dinner with him.”

The prince’s lip curled in distaste.

“The engagement ball will be the only subject discussed, no doubt,” Cassian replied bitterly.

For months now, his father, King Edmund, had been planning and arranging a match between him and the duchess of Avila. They’d both been paraded around each other’s families, forced to speak to one another in disgustingly dull conversations, and now there was to be a ball planned in celebration of their engagement. Cassian could not be more disinterested, he was not happy to be forced to marry a woman whom he had nothing in common with, and even more disinterested in being once again, paraded in front of the entire kingdom.

“His majesty will not take no for an answer.”

The prince sighed deeply, “It seems I will have to appease him.”

“I shall have a place prepared then,” Mr. Cutlet said before bowing once more and leaving the room. Leaving Cassian to anticipate a dull and aggravating evening dinner.

[st4rgrlsims]

my two legacy founders and 4/5 of their kids :)

their youngest is still a child and couldn't take pictures :/

★ Iris (older redhead) a top of the chain food critic and famous writer and her retired rockstar with a world tour under his belt Connor (older brunette with a beard) are highschool sweethearts who are still raising 5 diverse and full of life children with greek mythology inspired names.

☆ The oldest is atlas (glasses, always shirtless???) a talented freelance programmer and lifetime geek but he also is recently married to Ikari after a very fast moving relationship. Ikari is a Sulani native and together the two are raising a beautiful newborn baby named Hali'a who is biologically Ikari's through the help of a friend and surrogate.

★ The second oldest is named Ares! (brunette with red hoodie) His whole life he's been very interested in sports and athletics, and had no issue making friends. Childhood crush cassie, first girlfriend kassandra, second girlfriend yuki and brief talking stage ren, nobody has ever felt quite right until he met lina new years eve night at a huge party in the nearest city between the towns they live in. Despite the distance the two have managed to see each other often. He always expected to go to college, but now that he is taking a gap year he has a feeling life will take him elsewhere.

☆Third born is Calypso! (long brown hair) She was a huge daddy's girl when she was younger as her dad was so in and out of the house with tour, so as a result she is a childhood music prodigy with the mentorship of her dad. She graduated highschool at 16 and is taking a break before pursuing more, deep down knowing music is not her passion. She used to be a firecracker kid but grew up to be unsure of herself and scared of disappointing her father. Other than flirting here and there with her friend juno, and being heavily pursued by her friend pierce (who she always rejected) she has never found anyone, what she truly wants is to find her place in life at all.

★ Fourth born is gaia! (redhead pigtails) gaia was a surprise baby conceived after a quick visit home while connor was on tour. growing up gaia always struggled with her academics. both her siblings excelled and easily too while she found it hard to keep up with any of it. Once a teen, she grew into herself and gained a lot of confidence, but also noticed she differed from her biological siblings a lot. Her body type was completely different, and she did not take after her father's features and hair color like her older siblings did, which made her that much closer to her little sister orion. Aside from that, gaia has not craved finding a passion much but spends a lot of her time in very spontaneous and impulsive relationships with all genders, each ending soon after messing around, aside from her recent relationship with her new boyfriend sydney...

☆ Youngest is orion! once gaia was getting older iris and connor decided to adopt another baby, as they were very successful, had the means to support another child and even talked about it when they were younger. orion was adopted at age 4 and while she struggled somewhat being adopted into a family with four other children, her biggest struggles were actually growing up trans, mtf. Luckily her parents had always accepted her and even from a young age planned to get her gender affirming care. To everyone else she has a high self esteem and a lot of confidence, which she does thanks to her high success in everything she strived for as a kid, but deep down is still sorting through inner insecurities. She recently aged into a teen and spends all her time with her bestfriend myung-hee and girlfriend lilliana, and meditating.

This is a picture of her as a child - but she looks incredibly different as a teen with her gender affirming surgeries!

[the-timeless-founder]

Ⓐ Here for my fav ship 🏃🏼‍♀️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Huehuehue ❤️ and also thanks for being here Lina, I really appreciate that 😭

Somewhat nsfw content below the cut (nothing explicit, but it's only fair to warn those who wish to avoid the content altogether). Additionally, suggestive content and explicit will be tagged as #nsfw-ish and #nsfw on this blog, so block those tags if you wish to avoid them!

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Mishiro: He's pretty nice to look at, with and without his veil on. I had no idea he had such a pretty face though. You can imagine my surprise when I saw it, haha~

Either way, it was a little embarrassing... That I was so, uh, I guess the word is awestruck just at the looks.

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

Mishiro: Truth be told, I find him somewhat annoying at times. But he's somehow always interesting at the same time. Besides, he's incredibly intelligent and well-informed, and he is kind of cool when he wards off people with a simple look of disdain~

I'll have him know that's not gonna work on me, though~

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Mishiro: Ahhh, well... This is embarrassing, but... I can't say I haven't considered it? Because I have... And I think it's a possibility depending on where our relationship is headed?

My God, I'm so awkward for no reason. Usually I have no trouble talking about such matters... Is it getting hotter in here?

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

Mishiro: It's... kind of strange, honestly. I am not sure whether we tolerate each other or... In a weird way, get along? I guess that lands us in sort of kind of friend territory? Haha, I'm honestly not sure.

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Mishiro: I'm going to be honest, when I first saw him, he absolutely got on my nerves with his remarks. Condescending and even rude, I didn't think we would make it past the first hour...

But... The way he talked about his homeland and how devoted he is to his duties and home is... Admirable, at the least.

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Mishiro: I'm, again, not sure where this whole thing is headed... But I can say he still manages to be annoying every once in a while. At the same time, he's much more knowledgeable and dedicated than I first thought. And much smarter than I first thought...

Everything is so complicated about him, and it's kind of fun to see his reaction to certain things I do and say~ who knows? This might be even going somewhere more fun that now, haha!

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

Mishiro: We haven't touched lips just yet, but I do wonder how it will feel... Sometimes I linger on that thought a little too much-

Ahhh, I really need to stop talking now unless I want to embarass myself even more!

[ruanbaijie]

rounding up the month of may!

🌸 art

[x] yi city arc by @fredym-pie - the whole mood of this art piece and xue yang with xxc’s disguise!

[x] legacy by @zelkams-art - art that’s equal parts stunning and sorrowful, love the details and the golden wisps!

[x] dabihawks by @elentori-art - a really beautiful piece with expressive strokes and the light-dark contrast!

[x] mxtx couples by @sumeriasmith - the soft colours and the amount of details that went into not just the characters but also the backgrounds!

[x] art nouveau hualian by @crimson-chains - a simply stunning piece and really creative use of chinese elements with the art nouveau theme!

[x] diluc by @say0ranarts - the flames and the really, really beautiful colours!

[x] yor forger by @zumidraws - the use of lights and shadows, the greens in her hair, the whole mood of the piece!

[x] business rivals by @athrisen - the bold strokes and the really clever contrast of zhou zishu and xie wang! (I might have accidentally tagged xw as wkx oops)

🌸 edits

[x] bad buddy by @rose-nebulijia - love the soft and lovely colours, the flowers, and the overlays and layout!

[x] the king of pigs by @luna-lina - the gritty effect, the overlays, and the typography!

[x] luffy by @kurumayu - the text effects, the creative use of shapes and lines, and the warm colours!

[x] gojou satoru by @gojosattoru - unique and stunning graphics as always! 

[x] sxf 1960s movie posters by @kanamesengoku - a really creative concept and stunning layouts! love how all the little texts and the images come together!

🌸 gifsets

[x] nick and charlie by @theedorksinlove - beautiful layout and the charting out of their relationship!

[x] yok by @spicyvampire - the concept and the layout and the overlays!

[x] star wars day by @sith-maul - the absolutely stunning layout, the reds and the blues and the purples, and the text effects!

[x] killing eve season 4 by @userdanewhitman - really creative and beautiful individual gifs and layouts!

[x] nick nelson by @steverobin - the stunning typography and beautiful and bright colours!

[x] encanto by @miirabel - the incredibly creative typography and overlays! 

[x] twenty five twenty one character exploration by @deokmis - a really cute concept and the beautiful colours and layout!

[x] merlin + zodiac signs by @ughmerlin - absolutely love the overlays and the gorgeous dark blue and the constellations!

[x] bridgerton alphabet by @selinakyle - the whole concept and the really fun typography!

[x] kinnporsche by @dingyuxi - the simple yet expressive typography!

[x] charlie and nick by @ne8ula - the beautiful layout and how the quotes are all linked together!

[x] zhou zishu and han ying by @ashinlae - as always, the incredible layout, the stunning typography, and the beautiful colours! (also zzs in that last gif 👀)

[maurine07]

Positivity drive! Name a few MCs apart from your own whom you love and why :)

There are a lot of amazing MCs in this fandom that I absolutely adore!

Lilac Allende by @jamespotterthefirst: bree’s fics were the first I read when i joined this fandom and I completely fell in love with Lilac. She’s everything, she’s strong, incredibly smart, gorgeous, kind, so witty and funny. I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with this absolute gem? She’s the kind of person you’d feel so lucky to be friends with. And I’m so glad Bree decided to share her with us because I love her so much

Lana Brooks by @mvalentine: lana my love<333 I don’t think mal needs me to tell her how much I love Lana. The love I have for her can’t even be put into words. The way I would do anything for her to be real. Mal is an absolute genius when it comes to building OCs and it definitely shows when it comes to Lana. She’s so deep, there are a ton of layers to her character, she’s so strong, she’s such a fun person, and so intelligent, she’s so kind and her sense of humor is elite but also such a badass, you just know not to mess with her and with ester as her fc?? I’m dead, she’s just perfect. I love her, I love her, I love her!

Chiara Ray and Lina Monroe by @terrm9: Chiara and Lina are two of my absolute favorites not only MCs, but fictional characters in general. The way Terr writes both of them will always blow my mind, I genuinely can’t grasp how she does it but she’s an absolutely magnificent at it. I could write poems about Chiara, she’s a beauty in every aspect. She’s gone through so much and yet she’s one of the kindest people ever and it takes so much strength to do that. She has such a lovely personality, she’s so kind and wise, patient, and so so comforting (honestly she’s one of my comfort characters), she’s just precious. And don’t even get me started on Lina! She’s such a complex character and I love that about her! I love the amount of character Terr has added to her. Both of these characters have a very special place in my heart and I love both of them more than any words can describe and the way Terr can write such different MCs with different characteristics shows how incredible and talented she is

Tiffany Addams by @the-pale-goddess: Hilde has created this absolute goddess of a woman and I don’t think I could be more in love with her. Seriously, she’s the loml<33 I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her. She’s such a badass, a force to be reckoned with, she’s so charming, like I honestly don’t understand how Ethan could resist for so long because I would’ve folded the minute I saw her, and she’s witty and so kind and caring and passionate. There are no words in any language to describe just how perfect she is. I could write dozens of love letters about Tiffany (and that still wouldn’t be enough to convey my love for her). Love, love, love my Virgo queen forever and ever (also I would like to ask for her hand in marriage, please and thank you🛐)

Laura Levchenko by @ofmischiefandmedicine: The first time I read about Laura, I was enamored by her, I literally have never fallen in love with someone faster. Everything about her character is so well-written. And I love how Lin shows both the good and bad parts of her, she’s amazing and flawed and that makes her so much more realistic and lovable. She’s a whole damn powerhouse and she’s so funny and just so freaking amazing. Also, Lin, you’re probably tired of me saying this but I love how you incorporate her culture into everything about because it is a part of her and this post amplified my admiration for that, this aspect of her really warms my heart and it means so much to me. I just love Laura so so much, thank you for her, Lin

Eve Valentine by @starrystarrytrouble: I have no words to describe how amazing and lovely Eve is. Seriously, I adore her with every single bone in my body. She’s a precious angel and I would do anything to protect her. Every time I reread Ruby’s fics, I fall in love with her more and more. She’s so angelic and charming and witty and just an absolute ray of sunshine. I love her so much and she never fails to make me happy

Marchia Bisognin by @a-crepusculo: Marchia is an actual angel in human form. She’s the sweetest, kindest, most precious sweetheart ever and I just want to wrap her in a cocoon and never let her go, I would do anything for her. She honestly never fails to put a smile to my face. I love how loving and caring and patient she is. I just adore her so much! She’s everything!

I’m sure I’m forgetting a lot of brilliant MCs that I absolutely adore (I’ll probably add them if/when I remember lmao) but I just have to say, every MCs is different and unique in their own way and that’s what makes them so special and magnificent

[lenabob]

Hey guys, I just finished part 2 to my story. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: This does not portray the real life men of Easy Company. The story is based on the tv show, and it is entirely fiction.

Part 2 

“The War that Drove me Here”

Three Months later…

“Hello, I’m here for an appointment with General Sink,” I muttered, too afraid to disturb the stoic atmosphere.

A women with perfectly pinned curls and glasses way too pointy sighed a response. “He will be ready in three minutes.”

“Thank you.”

“You can take a seat.”

“Oh yes, sorry,” I laughed awkwardly.

I knew this was part of the job talking to lieutenants and generals, but I never thought I would do it so soon. My thoughts started to race. What if I make a fool of myself? What if he questions why a woman is doing this job? There can be so many what if’s. I felt my heart race a little. Oh god! What if he could see I’m sweating? Before, I could go down the rabbit hole any further, a voice snapped me out of it.”

“Lina Young” a man called out.

“Yes.” I said with a type of sternness that gave no indication of my nervousness.

“I’m General Sink, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

As I followed him down the corridor, I could not help but think how he does not look like a general. He had all the awards on his jacket, but he reminded me of the candy shop owner that I used to visit after school. I wondered what was the similarity, but I could not put my finger on it.

“So how was your train trip down here? I hope it wasn’t too troublesome,” he interrupted.

“Oh yes, it was very nice. Quite of a relaxing trip. It is very different from New York City that is always bustling.”

Before he opened the door, he turned towards me. “I remember my first time in New York City. It is crazy, but it has some type of beauty to it.”

I gave little giggle. “Yes, yes, it does, General Sink.” It was his eyes, his eyes are just as kind as the candy shop owner. 

“Well, you might be wondering why I called up your boss and asked for a journalist to come to Camp Toccoa?” he said as he was pouring himself a glass of whiskey, while I was trying to get myself adjusted and seated.

“Well, yes, I was expecting my job to begin when we go to war.”

“I understand your confusion, but I think I found a gold mine for you reporters.”

“What you found the Flash among your ranks?”

The General laughed out loud, “No, I wish, but there is a company of incredible men.”

“I see, but how are you so sure that they are incredible?”

“I knew you are going to ask that. Well, out of the whole regiment they are performing the best. Now I’m going to summarize best way possible what my idea was for you reporters.”

“Go on.”

“Well as I was talking to your boss, I explained how it would be good story if he sent one of his best reporters to follow Easy Company from Georgia to Berlin. I want you to show the human side of them, how they progress.”

I took a moment to process the information. “As well, it would be good war propaganda to show these men aren’t only war machines. It makes  people more sympathetic to the cause. I guess that what you get out of it as well?”

“I knew nothing would get pass you. And that’s why you are the best.”

“You’re too kind, sir.”

“I just don’t say things just to say think, Miss Young.”

“I guess I’ll have to take your word. So when will I be meeting the company?”

“Tomorrow I have arranged a meeting with Captain Sobel, the leader of Easy Company.”

“That sounds good to me,sir. I can’t wait to meet these incredible men.”

“You shall see your way out now. I’m glad that we have the best reporter to interview these fine men.”

“Have a nice day, General Sink.”

“You, as well.”

I raced back to the motel. I could not believe my boss trusted me with this type of story. I was so excited that I screamed into my pillow. I was starting to think that  I might become the best war correspondent.

@msmercury84

[bgallen]

Autumn, drought, rewiring your brain and more

This weekend, in the Northern Hemisphere, we welcome Autumn! My personal favorite season of them all.

This week I have a short list for you and as always, I hope that you find something to enjoy.

 iPhone + Apple Watch | Another Birthday | Apple - YouTube. This is an incredible ad. It tells several beautiful stories that draw you in and allow you to see yourself participating, to the degree that you forget they are selling a product. Very clever and well done.

ONE LIFE Trailer (2023) Anthony Hopkins - YouTube. Oh my, I teared up just watching the trailer. This film will tell the story of Sir Nicholas Winton, who rescued 669 children (most of them Jewish) in the late 1930’s. I cannot wait to see this one and Anthony Hopkins portraying him is excellent.

Arabian Nights (orchestral version) Aladdin - Lina Kuipers - YouTube

Wide River to Cross - The White Horse Guitar Club - YouTube

How I rewired my brain in six weeks - BBC Future. There is so much hope in the ability to rewire one’s own brain and that we know so little of the capacity as well.

Photo of a paper nautilus on a floating stick wins award - BBC News. Absolutely beautiful, just phenomenal.

The old Scottish pub that found a new life in California - BBC News. What a fascinating story!

  I hope that your weekend is joyful, restful, happy, calm, full of sleep or adventure or even somewhere just in between.

[julsdsweet]

2019 Testimonials

Lina & Azali wedding Date of Event: 11 December 2019 via FB Page Recommendations and Reviews

Salam Kak Juls,

Thank you so much for not only your beautiful make-up on my wedding day but also for your company throughout the event. I am honestly still in awe with your makeup skills which definitely showed in the final outcome! I am more than satisfied with the whole experience given by you; dress selection from the beautiful collection of bridal outfits, the makeover session itself and to the actual event itself. Thank you once again for calming my nerves with your jokes/light conversation and for making me look my best on my special day.

Narimah & Mohammad Noridzuan solemnization Date of Event: 16 November 2019 via FB Page Recommendations and Reviews

Juls makeup is so amazing.. Me and hubby would like to say thank u for donning and helping us during our nikah

Many people keep praising ur beautiful makeup they say look so gorgeous!!

Alhamdulillah Juls is very friendly and warm lady great to work together... Overall I'm so happy and satisfied with her excellent makeup service.. it's awesome!!!! Definitely will recommend ur makeup service to other people 

Thank u once again sis! 

Mazdian's Princess Elsa makeover Date of Event: 15 November 2019 via FB Page Recommendations and Reviews

Kak Juls is a passionate and professional MUA. When i first met her was through an ex-classmate who needed a model for her session with her. thereafater, i volunteered to be kak Juls model for her tutorial lesson and i became one of her participants for a personal make-up session. i was always amazed by her touch. decided to engage her for my company's D&D, but was a lil disappointed when she first said she couldn't make it and offered to suggest other MUA. i was being honest with her, telling her i only wanted her touch. A couple of days later, she texted back to say she is available. Alhamdulillah. I told her i'm dressing us as Princess Elsa, from Frozen. She took a level up by sharing with me a video tutorial on how to turn Elsa's hair into a hijab form. And Elsa's make up colours. The result of the makeover was soo masyaallah. Her makeup was on point, flawless, the hijab ala braids was nicely pinned that i became a centre of attraction that evening. (that was the first time she tied the shawl into Elsa's hair). I couldn't thank her enough for her time, effort and magical touch to earn me as one of the Best dressed. You will never regret having her as your MUA. Thank you kak Juls 

Nurfarrahin Adawiyah's makeover Date of Event: 3 November 2019 via FB Page Recommendations and Reviews

Alhamdulillah..I've engaged @JulsDsweet for personal make over for a wedding event..She is very bubbly & friendly but don't be fooled by her personality, she is very professional, she knows her stuff very well & she bring out the best in you..I'm totally impressed by her work..

The funny part is dat I was unrecognisable because she makes me so beautiful & I rcvd many compliments from family members, friends & relatives..

The best part, the make-up stays longer for almost 12 hours..Totally worth it..

Big Thumbs up to U sis Juls & I totally recommended her services for your big day or any event..

Amazing results

Khadijah Siow & Abdul Latif wedding Date of Event: 27 & 29 September 2019 via Email

Dear Kak Juls, 

As salamu aleiykum!

Latif and I would like to say a huge thank you for doing such a wonderful job on my makeup and hairdo. 

Even before we met you, through all the whatsApp exchanges, you have shown us great professionalism, responsibility and respect.

Thanks to your artistic skills and expertise in bringing out the best features in me, I have received countless compliments on how flawless and stunning I looked. Marshallah. Many of the guests loves my hairdo and especially that unique purplish eye shadow that I have boldly requested - just to match my songket. The purple was perfect, bold yet incredibly amazing. As for the solemnization ceremony, many have commented that the make up was soft yet dramatic enough to make an impact.

I was so calm all day because I knew I was in good hands. You never stop cracking me up and reminding me to smile. My makeup was fresh and glowing and I looked great all day long with hardly a touch-up. You even go the extra mile by standing by after duty to take pictures for us. 

Thank you for your dedication, your sincerity and for being such an easyperson to work with! 

You are absolutely a TALENT in the make-up industry! Keep loving what you are doing! ❤️

JazakAllahu khair. 

Warm Regards,

Khadijah and Latif

Siti Norsyafiqah's engagement Date of Event: 14 September 2019 via Email

Assalamualaikum Dear Kak Juls,

Thank you so much for the amazing job you did for my engagement’s day!  I can’t recommend you highly enough.

Thank you for effortlessly & (professionally) doing all the make up with the look I want and making it such a stress free, relaxed morning. Honestly the product that you used on me to make me look pretty was perfect and it stayed on all day/night (plus looked flawless in photos) too.

You are just so amazing at what you do! Thank you so much for everything kak juls. It was lovely and such a delight to have you around and make me feel so comfortable.

And, sorry for the delay!

Till then,

Best Regards, Syafiqah 

Irma Hanim & Misheck Ali wedding Date of Event: 27 & 28 July 2019 via Email

Assalamu'alaikum

Would like to thank you for your amazing services rendered at my nikah and wedding. My husband has never been a fan of the make-up look but your magical touch shocked him and he always complimented me on how extra beautiful I looked at our wedding and how you helped enhance my features. I also love the fact that you were able to work wonders on my face and hijabstyling, despite having to work with my glasses (as I am unable to wear contacts for my wedding due to my eye condition).

As a woman who rarely wears makeup, I am impressed that you were so accommodating, gentle and careful while applying your amazing products on my skin....and you took note of my preferences and were willing to discuss my preferences and accommodate to them so I wouldnt have to feel unnecessarily uncomfortable on my big day. Your ingenuity in incorporating accessories like the veil, jewellery etc really made my own outfits shine too. I also have no regrets making a selection of one of your beautiful bridal dresses too.

Would highly recommend your awesome services to my friends who will be getting married inshaAllah. Thanks so much for even staying longer than you were required to and always coming earlier than stated time to help calm my nerves and make me feel confident of myself - with or without makeup. Your encouraging words and hilarious jokes helped a lot in calming down my nervousness while getting ready for the wedding. You made me a really beautiful and happy bride! Thanks again for everything and may Allah make your business prosper. Amin...

Hugs, Irma :)

Aisha & Sufi wedding Date of Event: 30 March 2019 via Email

Salam Kak Juls yang sweet sangat

Firstly we would like to say a million thanks to you for making our big day happen and no amount of words can express our gratitude towards you. You were very patient with us especially with my kids; you even went out of your way to babysit them too which really meant a lot to us. My friends and families kept complimenting about my make-up and hairdo till today and it’s all thanks to your magic hands. We never regretted engaging you and it was one of the best decisions we had ever made. If anyone we know is looking for a make-up artist, you will always be first in line for the recommendations!

Aisha and Sufi pun nak mintak maaf kat Kak Juls if there is any terkasar kata or inconvenience that we have we caused you in any way. Do keep in touch and reach out to us if you need any single help or thing at all, we are just a phone call away :)

Ps: nanti when we receive the photos from Bob, I will forward to you ok J

Salam Sayang Aisha & Sufi

Faten's makeover Date of Event: 17 February 2019 via WhatsApp

<3 Kak Juls who is like a big sister to me is someone you should not miss a chance! It's true. Why?

She makes a great impression even from our first convo in IG. She is very committed to her work and will definitely meet your expectations. Hardly, you can find someone like her who is passionate in her work, professional and sincere in rendering her service to demeanour customer like me. LOL.  Kak Juls is a definition of " "The Girl on Fire" and she is a strong woman indeed.

Though I am only the sister of the groom, she did it perfectly and so neat even she knew I was late to help the groom (panic mode). Neat ok ladies! Someone OCD like me will understand what it means to be perfect and neat. (Meluat pulak dengar)  Serious mode: In conclusion, I never regret engaged her as my MUA on 17 February 2019 not even a bit.  Love ya, Kak Juls!  Keep doing you! You are an amazing lady that set a good example for every woman out there who is a mother and yet successful in her career and ambition. 

[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Firefighter

Book: Law of attraction

Pairing: Gabe Ricci x F!MC / Tyler x F!MC

Words: 1.524

Warning: A few slightly mentions of smut and a bit angst but mostly fluff

*Tags in the reblog*

A/N: I know this request had been in my box since for ever but honestly I haven't found the perfect pairing for it until now! Here hoping you like it @bobasheebaby 🤞 and so sorry it took so long 😭 It's my first time writing this two, so I hope it fit with the characters.

Gabe Ricci was the kind of man that always got what he wanted. He decided to be a lawyer and, with a lot of effort, he did it. His goal was to climb up the corporate ladder inside McGraw Byrne and, working his ass off nonstop, he was doing it, even faster than he had expected. But there was one thing, or better said, one single person, that he couldn't allow himself to be with. No matter how badly he wished for it.

When he saw Quinn Michaels for the first time, passionately winning a case for her old law firm, he knew he was attracted to her, to say the least. But he was sure he could handle it. After all, he didn't want a relationship, it was just a small crush. He persuaded Sadie to see her in action for herself. He knew that her talent was being wasted in a small firm and town like that. And, like always, he was right. Sadie had been intrigued by her way of thinking under pressure and hired her on the spot. And she was crushing it, week after week in the cases, as well as in the competition for the open position.

She had adapted to New York and the firm extremely fast. Her attitude, how she interacted with people, even her wardrobe seemed like the typical new yorker, born and raised in the big apple. And she was driving him crazy.

Every word, the way her pupils dilated when he touched her, her lips getting close to his, looking like the most precious thing in the whole world, slightly open, ready to kiss him. The way she looked at him and tell him that stop fighting against his feelings, it was a daily torture. He desperately wanted to be with her, like he never had with anyone before. Gabe not only desired her physically, which he did every time she had said his name, imaging how it would sound in her moanings as he pleased her in every possible position and place; he also found himself daydreaming about little things. Having breakfast with her, waking up with her beside him and shower together, kissing her in front of everyone, showing that she had chosen him, even simply hugging her, like he wished he could do after Beau took the credit for her incredible work.

He had tried to keep his feelings for himself, allow himself to flirt with her and take a step back when he was too close to giving in. Too close to push her against the wall, pinning her with his body, and kissing her like no one had before. And her seductive personality didn't help either. The jealousy he had felt every time that she had talked too intimacy to anyone or left with someone else's arm around her, was almost unbearable. He had seen her leaving with Lina Reyes twice, cosily talking and smiling, without returning afterwards, and he knew that she had flirted with that fireman, that Tyler guy, while he only could watch powerless, without the right to say anything to her.

The clock marked 10:30 PM. Since he was completely unfocused, he turned off his computer, grabbed his briefcase and loosen his tie with one hand, leaving his dark office behind. When he reached the building's crystal door, taking his attention off of his phone screen, his legs abruptly halted. He knew he should leave, act like he hadn't seen anything, avert his stare off the scene in front of him and try to forget it. But he couldn't.

Quinn's arms were around a guy's neck, pressing herself against his chest, threading her fingers in his short locks like Gabe had imagined she would do with his. Her mouth, that beautiful mouth that he wanted to leave sore after kissing her, was firmly tangled with the stranger's. He noticed how her hand tugged a little his hair, how his teeth pulled her lip as his hand left her waist to her rear, slightly squeezing it, how they lustfully grinned into the kiss. It seemed like they could keep going for hours, even days, until his phone rang and they finally separated. He walked a couple of steps away, answering as she brushed her lips with her fingertips, cravingly roaming his muscular body with her gaze for just a few seconds, turning around, noticing Gabe for the first time. The corners of her full lips rose up in a mischievous smile.

"Evening Gabe." Her voice was a little husky, exactly like he imagined it would be after left her breathless. "I thought there wasn't anyone still working."

He smirked, composing himself. "I could say the same." His eyes drift momentarily to the man's back. "Although, working is not the word I would use."

"Me neither." She grinning smuggling, focusing her stare pointily at him. "There's something bothering you, Gabe?"

"I don't know what you are referring to." He tried to make his voice sound neutral even if all he could think was how desperately he wanted to hold her against his chest, that his lips passionately took hers and his hair she would pull. To show her what a mind-blowing kiss actually was.

"Of course not." She lifted her eyebrow, taking a couple of steps towards him, it almost seemed like she knew exactly what he was thinking. "Well, better that way, correct? After all, this was your decision."

"You know why." Before he could add anything else, the stranger had cut the call and returned beside her.

"Sorry about that." The guy placed his arm around her waist as he observed impassable and the briefcase's strap cramp his palm as he held it tightly.

"It's okay." Her palm against his chest was worse than all the insults he had heard in his whole life. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, but I have to go back to the station. We are short tonight." His light eyes landed on Gabe, it almost seemed like he hadn't seen him until now. He couldn't blame him, if he would have been kissing her that way, he probably wouldn't have noticed anything else as well.

"Oh right! Ty, this is Gabe, my coworker." He detected the low level of irony in her words. "Gabe, Tyler. He's the firefighter that helped me with the arson case." Well, if he had any doubt that she had flirted with the fireman at that time, now he could be completely sure about it.

"Ah." He knew he should thank him for his collaboration but that was further than he could endure. "The information you gave her was truly useful."

"Believe me, it was definitely my pleasure." He winked at Quinn, grinning as she returned the gesture, and Gabe's shoulders tense up. "I'm always open to help."

"Clearly." His jaw clenched slightly. It was just a bit but enough that Quinn noticed it before returning her stare to Tyler.

"Sorry, beautiful, but I have to run."

"Thanks for the pick-me-up." She gave him a brilliant and sincere smile.

"Anytime." He pressed his lips on her cheek. "I'll call you." He flashed a smile to him. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

"Good luck." Quinn said to him as he left them alone. She strained her back a little and walked past him, heading back to the building. "I have a few things to do before leaving, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"He's a snake, Quinn. You need to be careful who you get into bed with." The words escaped from his mouth before he could stop them. To his surprise, she stopped and chuckled, facing him again.

"The guy that literally lives saving people, risking his life everyday, that helped me with the case, and was disposed to testify if I needed to, is a snake?" She crossed her arms. "You'll have to forgive me but I don't see it."

"You don't really know him. Not everybody is who they seem to be in this city." Her smile turned a bit cynical.

"I know that." She took a few steps closer. "And I also know how to read between lines, Gabe. And I'm not particularly fond of games." She was standing so close to him that he could almost feel her breath on his face. "You think I don't see how much you enjoy flirting with me? And then back off? To tease me? Or the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching you or when I'm with someone else? That I didn't notice that you were jealous about Tyler that day and now too?"

"You think I enjoy this?" His voice was a raspy whisper, the helpeness he was feeling palpable in each word. "It drives me nuts to keep my distance, to be strictly professional with you."

"You know perfectly fine how little professional this…" She pointed between them with her finger. "...Is."

"Quinn--"

"Just a friendly piece of advice, Gabe. Some opportunities only happen once. And they don't linger for long." She walked inside the building, the doors closing behind her as she disappeared from his sight.

✨

[softinkshadows]

running into adultrio for the first time (x female reader) (3/3)

disclaimer: this is a feels fic CHROLLO The melodic sounds of pop rock from the speakers are louder this evening, over the clink of beer bottles and rowdy conversation. Propping your chin with one arm on the pub counter, you scan the sparse crowd - sure enough, business is slow today. Even the cigarette smoke which usually cling obstinately to the walls feels more distant. As expected of the Halich festivities, where most people in Saherta would be home with their families. For a small establishment like yours, in a town just on the eastern outskirts of the Gordeau desert, this means an early closing day. You are itching to get some rest tonight after handling the merrymakers in the past week leading up to the festive season. It is almost 6pm, you note, your eyes wandering across the pub. There is just a table of three regulars, and a man sitting alone in the far right corner near the windows. He looks slightly out of sorts, dressed in a long purple coat, his black hair combed back but slightly tousled. You can’t see his face properly now, but you recall the unusual cross tattoo on his forehead and the way he came in earlier, silent with the tell-tale shuffle of a worn traveler. You were a bit annoyed that he only asked for a glass of water before taking his seat, not budging an inch. Strangely, he seems preoccupied with the decorations on the wall, in particular the large and fading world map placed amongst photographs and notes from customers.  “Sweetheart! The tab please!” You hear a familiar yell that jolts you out of your thoughts. You stride over to the table of the three, late middle-aged men who are already slightly tipsy from all the drinks. “Hope you gentlemen enjoyed,” you hum cheerfully, collecting the cash. As you bend forward to clear the bottles, you feel a hand on your lower back moving down to pat your bum cheekily through your skirt. Internally, you roll your eyes. You immediately brandish the dagger sheathed in your belt and stab it right between the fingers of his other hand resting on the table. You move so fast that no one has the time to react, but you sense the man in the purple coat look up and glance your way. “How many fingers do you want to lose this time, Hanz? Shouldn’t you be getting back to Lina now?” you retort teasingly, used to your regular’s drunk antics. The table breaks out into hearty laughter as Hanz turns sheepish, and they shuffle out of the pub to return to their families for the night. You gather up the empty bottles and bring them to the counter, before turning down the music. Now it is just you, the yellow glow of evening light slanting through the dusty windows, and the strange traveler in the corner. “Hey,” you say as you walk over, wiping your hands on your shirt, “I’m closing up. You don’t need to pay for the water, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You notice the slightest shift in his eyes to the sheathed dagger around your waist. Then, he looks up and you meet his gaze for the first time. He is extremely good-looking for a traveler, and the light scuff marks around his cheek somehow accentuate his attractiveness. His dark grey eyes are undeniably beautiful, but something about their intensity catches you off guard. His eyes are alluring, almost calculative, but they harbour a flicker of vacant sadness. It’s the latter that stirs something in you, and against your better judgement, you ask, “Do you... need help with anything?” “I am just travelling through the area, but I am looking for a place to stay the night,” he explains pleasantly, smiling slightly. His tone is friendly and warm, you’d dare say even charismatic, but your gut tells you that something is off. You spend a few seconds wondering about sending this dangerous-looking man out into town, rapping on the doors of houses filled with elderly and young children for the holidays... Here, it was just you. You could probably handle him. And it’s been many years since you had company on an occasion like this. You sigh deeply. “If you don’t mind sleeping on a couch, you can stay at my place. It’s just upstairs. Every other home will be packed today.”  ---- “Here you go. There’s nothing much,” you say as your swing open the door to your apartment. Thankfully you didn’t make much of a mess, save for some books left open on the sofa. The deepening orange glow of the sunset filters through the glass doors to the balcony, and your apartment appears cosy. The simple furnishings, the small table near the open kitchen, and the few cutlery by the sink only serve as an indicator that you live alone, and coming home to this sight every day always tugs at your heart slightly. You hear the click of the door closing shut behind you, and you wonder why the man hasn’t as much as said a word.  You walk to the kitchen counter, intending on offering him a drink, when you register a sudden flash of movement. You feel the dagger in your belt being pulled out swiftly, so quick that the hair on your neck stands on end, so quick that you don’t even have the time to feel shocked, as it is immediately followed by the telling rush of air as the blade swings down above your hea- your instincts kick in, and you turn around rapidly, missing the blade by a few inches, ducking fast before pinning the man to the kitchen table with his arm twisted behind his back. All is silent except for the clattering of the dagger to the floor.  “Listen, you piece of shit,” you growl fiercely. “I didn’t bring you up here so you could kill me. Here, you’re my guest, and I am your host. So you better start treating me like one.” You’re not sure why you’re hesitant to finish him off, but you release him. He turns to face you, rubbing his wrists, and in his dark eyes you notice a glint of intrigue. Somehow, he looks impressed. “I apologize for my rudeness,” he says with an amused chuckle, his previous innocent demeanour falling away. From this short interaction you can tell he is incredibly powerful, but you are not going to let it faze you. You pick up the dagger and place it back in your belt, giving him a glare.  “The least you can do now is help me with dinner. You haven’t had anything to eat didn’t you?” The man looks at you stunned for a brief second, a puzzled look crossing his face, before he relaxes. “Alright,” he relents, removing his coat and draping it over a chair.  You find yourself trying to stifle a laugh as you pan fry some meat, watching the man clumsily washing vegetables at the kitchen sink, his long fingers peeling and prodding the lettuce leaves without much experience. He doesn’t speak much, you realize, but you notice his eyes wander to the meat cleaver on the counter. “Don’t even think about it,” you snap, and you see a smile tug the corner of his lips. Later, you have dinner outside on the balcony, overlooking the glimmering lighted windows of other homes in the town. Beyond it the large rolling sandy hills of the desert. On most days you’d feel a crushing sadness being on this balcony as the past creeps back upon you. But tonight, it feels bearable. Your look to your side at the man eating in silence, looking out to the view occasionally, his eyes glazed with pensiveness and slight discomfort. He catches you looking at him. “The food is not to your liking?” you asked, preparing to be offended. “No, it’s just... this is new to me,” he replies. “What is? Eating?” you snort derisively. “Being taken care of,” he replies so softly you think you must have misheard. Your cheeks feel warm, and you grumble in your own awkwardness as you collect the plates and head back inside.  “Earlier on, why did you let me stay?” he asks, following you. You let the water from the tap run over your fingers absentmindedly before falling to rinse the dishes below. “Even after I tried to kill you? Aren’t you afraid not knowing what I could do?” You hear his voice coming closer, now a shade darker. “Who knows...” You turn off the tap, sighing, then turning around. “What more can you possibly d-” He grips your wrists firmly and pushes you against the counter, his knees between your legs pushing them slightly apart, making you lean back to maintain your balance. His face presses close to you, lips almost touching. The suddenness of intimacy sends a shiver up your spine, and for a while, you’re speechless and confused, searching his gaze for answers. “I could take you, like this, right now,” he murmurs, his warmth breath fanning your face, and for a moment you feel your desperate loneliness rush into your chest, lightheaded and heavy with want. You could kiss him now and not care what happens later. You could let him ravish you without a thought, graze your body with his lips and hands in places you’ve long craved for...Then you notice his eyes, lidded, sultry, but beneath it a pained undercurrent of emptiness. The rippling desire in you begins to fade, and you understand. “I’m a killer and a thief. Yet you still help me, and you don’t even know my name.” He whispers, his hands not letting go of yours. “You never asked for mine,” you reply, looking straight into his eyes. You both stay like this for a while, in silence, though it feels like he’s on the brink of saying something more. Then, he pulls away. For the rest of the night, you and him barely talk. He spends some time checking his phone, reading the books you left on the sofa, while you clean the dishes, shower and make some preparations for the pub tomorrow. Every now and then he gets up to help you wiping the dishes, or carry the laundry to the balcony.  When it is time for bed, you watch as he removes his shirt swiftly, before lying down on the sofa.  “Goodnight,” you say softly, turning into your bedroom. “Goodnight,” he replies, not looking back.  The events of the day and the past week catch up to you, and exhausted, you fall asleep almost instantly. You don’t notice when he comes into your room in the early hours of the morning. It is still dark, and his footsteps are quiet so as not to wake you up. You don’t notice as he bends over at your sleeping figure, gazing with fondness. “It’s Chrollo,” he whispers. He leans in closer, and cups his hand around your face. You shift and mumble a little in your sleep. He smiles to himself before placing a kiss on your forehead. He knows you aren’t listening, but says it anyway. “Wait for me.” Then he pulls on his coat and heads out the door, leaving soundlessly into the cold, dark morning as the first slivers of light begin to break across the sky.

[alinastracker]

hi, bonnie, my beloved!!! I don’t know if you’re still taking those college prompts but if you are, it think 21 is pretty cute <3 it’s definitely got malina vibes

ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE MY LOVE<3 

prompt: I get stuck with a late class that doesn’t end until 9pm and I’m always anxious about walking across the campus to the dorms, so you offer to walk with me and one night, I find out that it’s in the exact opposite direction that you need to go in

it’s nice to have a friend

"And please everyone, actually read the assigned chapters for next week!" Professor Yerwei sighs as the class dismisses. "Miss Starkov can't continue to be the only one of you raising her hand."

Alina can't help her smug little smile as she packs up her things. At first, her classmates were quite happy to have someone else participating so they didn't have to. Their groans seem to indicate that won’t be working for them any longer. Pity. 

Her smile fades, however, as she takes out her pepper spray, clutching it tight in her right hand. Slinging her backpack onto her shoulders, she files out with the rest of her classmates. 

Alina loves her art history class. She's learned so much about Ravkan art throughout her years, which is fine, but this class actually focuses on the rest of the world, art from Kerch, Novyi Zem, and even Fjerda and Shu Han.

She just hates that the class is only offered at night.

It doesn't surprise her. The class itself isn't very large, mostly filled with students of mixed backgrounds like herself. But there's something cozy about the class. She feels safe there.

That is, until she steps outside and has to walk across campus to her dorm at nine in the evening. It's late September, which means the sky is nearly pitch black by the time class ends, and while the campus is fairly well lit up, there are a couple paths with burned out bulbs that need fixing, a few shadowy areas that give her cause to quicken her steps. Her roommate, Genya, has offered to make the trek just to walk with her, but she couldn't ask that of her friend. She would just have to grin and bear it.

Alina grips her pepper spray a little tighter and is about to step into the night when someone calls her name.

No, not someone. She knows the voice, even if he is new in her life. Malyen Oretsev. He sits in front of her and a little to the left, giving her the perfect angle to stare at the side of his beautiful face. Any time she's not answering questions, she's looking at Mal.

"Way to show us all up in class," he says, a teasing smile spread on his face. He moves with such ease, such surety, wearing an army style jacket that fits him in all the right places.

"Well, I can't help it you don't read the book," she teases back, momentarily forgetting her dreaded walk. She's made it three times now, but it has yet to get easier.

"Hey, who said I haven't read it? Maybe I'm just shy."

Alina laughs. "Good one, Oretsev."

He grins, and for a second, his eyes flash to where her hand rests at her side, locked around her pretty purple pepper spray. "Heading to your dorm?" When she nods, he says, "Mind if I walk with you?"

She's not sure if he's asking because he genuinely wants to walk with her or if he's just noticed how shaky she gets after class, holding her one line of defense close, but it makes her all warm inside regardless. "I'm not out of your way? I'm in Sankta Lizabeta Hall."

Mal shakes his head and drapes an arm over her like it's the most natural thing in the world, and oddly enough, it feels that way. "Not out of my way at all."

On the walk to her dorm, they talk about how refreshing it is to take a class taught by a professor from Shu Han, the plans they have for the upcoming weekend. Alina smiles the whole time, surprising herself with how at ease she feels. At some point, she stuffs her pepper spray in her coat pocket, forgetting all about it.

From that day on, Mal walks with her after class each Tuesday and Thursday night, with Alina almost always tucked under his arm. She tells herself she likes being close to him because the weather is getting colder and colder, but really, he just makes her feel safe and giddy and good.

One night in mid-October, they come out of class to a downpour. Groans pass between the two of them and the rest of their classmates as they make their way out, some of them going back inside to wait it out, others making a mad dash for their dorm or nearby car.

"Should we wait?" Alina asks.

Mal pulls out his phone and brings up a radar map. "Doesn't look like it's stopping anytime soon."

They share a look, and then, almost in unison, pull up the hoods of their coats and dash into the night, the storm swallowing the sounds of their laughter.

~

"My brother is always forgetting his things when he visits my room," Tamar is saying as she leads them up the stairs in Sankt Juris Hall. She has yet to meet Tamar's twin, Tolya, but from the pictures she's been shown, he appears to be a giant with absolutely gorgeous hair.

Once they're in her brother's dorm, she adds gentle to the front of giant, as they walk in on him in the middle of crocheting, a podcast playing from his phone.

"Ah, my book," he says, pausing his podcast and setting his work aside.

"Yes, yes, your book. Now stop leaving your shit in my dorm."

Alina laughs, and it brings Tolya's attention to her. "You must be Alina." He stands to his full height, and she has to look up to meet his eye. Saints, he seems tall enough to make two of her. 

"That's me," she says, and lets out a soft oof when Tolya wraps his large arms around her. Admittedly, his size compared to her own makes for a pretty great hug.

"Good to meet you. Tamar says you're a very talented artist. You'll have to show me some time."

She beams and nods to his abandoned yarn. "You seem to be something of an artist yourself."

Tamar groans. "Don't encourage him. I have so many scarves from over the years. Thank the Saints he's finally moved on to making things for his roommate."

"At least my roommate appreciates my work."

As the twins bicker, Alina walks further into the room. Tolya's side is neat and orderly, bed made, a basket beside it for all his crocheting, not a piece of trash in sight. The other side of the room . . . not so much.

She's seen worse, especially when it comes to boys, but the contrast is hilarious. His roommate's bed is a mess, pillows strewn and blankets hanging off like he left in a hurry. There's a few empty wrappers and water bottles on his desk, a pile of books stacked haphazardly. Then there's the heap of clothes shoved in a corner on his bed — clean or dirty yet to be determined. Her eyes linger on the pile, and she's not sure why until her eyes zero in on the hoodie on top. A very familiar hoodie.

Alina grabs it and turns to Tolya. "Do you live with Malyen Oretsev?"

Tolya pauses mid-bickering, glancing over at her. "You know Mal?"

She nods. "We have art history together."

"Oh! You must be the little friend — his words, not mine — he walks with after class. Lina. Huh, I should have put two and two together."

Alina scoffs. "Little friend?"

Tolya shrugs, and Tamar says, "I mean, he's not wrong."

She huffs, throwing the hoodie back onto Mal's bed, but says nothing, knowing she doesn't have an argument.

Just before they leave, Alina ducks her head back in and says, "Hey, Tolya? Don't tell Mal I was here."

If he finds her request odd, he doesn't show it, already going back to his crocheting. "Sure thing, little friend."

~

"So then, after doing all that catchup, they practically let Jrue steal the ball, and he runs down the court and tosses it just high enough for Giannis to dunk it in. It was incredible!"

"Uh huh."

Mal sighs. "I get it, you don't care about American basketball."

"Or American football, or our football—"

"Hey!"

"Okay, I care about your games."

"Thank you," he says, looking proud. "Anyway, you're saved."

They've reached Sankta Lizabeta Hall. Alina sighs, fiddling absently with a loose thread on her gloved hand. She’s wearing only one, because at some point today she had lost her pair, so Mal had offered up one of his — a gesture her heart has still not recovered from. She looks up at the building, then back to Mal. Admittedly, even when he rambles on about sports, she's always sad when their walk to the dorms after class comes to an end. Even though it's near freezing most nights now, their walk seems to take longer and longer. If Mal has noticed her slowing her steps lately, he hasn't said anything.

"Saved indeed," she says. But there's one more thing she has to do tonight before parting ways. "Though, I was thinking. You always walk me to my dorm, but I never do the same."

"Oh," Mal says and shrugs. "It's fine. It's not much further, no sense for you to backtrack."

Oh the irony. "I know, but still." She takes his hand, somehow warm despite the frosty air around them. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes this is the first time she's held his hand. "It's really only fair."

"Alina," Mal grumbles, and she can almost see the wheels turning in his brain, trying to figure a way out of this.

"What? It's not like you live much farther."

He groans. "It's late, and cold. You should get inside."

"What's the matter, Malyen?" She's grinning now. "You think I can't survive another minute or so out here? It's not like you reside in, oh I don't know, Sankt Juris Hall or something far like that."

She sees on his face the moment it clicks. Mal curses under his breath and asks, "How did you find out?"

"Tamar took me to meet her brother, and I just so happened to notice some very familiar clothes on a very messy bed. You're not quite as tidy as your roommate, Malyen."

"If you say my full name one more time, I'm going to bury myself into the ground."

Alina laughs and it’s just a little maniacal. "So what gives, Malyen? Juris Hall is like, a minute from class." Her own was around ten, longer if the sidewalks were icy or they took their time.

Mal's eyes turn downcast, and he kicks the pole of a streetlight. "I don't know. You just looked so uncomfortable leaving class each night, holding your pepper spray like your life depended on it, and I just — I didn't want you to be alone." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, it probably sounds weird and creepy and everything you're trying to avoid."

Her heart is thumping so loud she's afraid he might hear it. But he's still not even looking at her. "Mal," she says softly, and finally he looks up. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

He's unsure for a breath longer — the first time, she realizes, that she's seen him be anything but certain — before finally, he smiles. Shyly. "Really?"

She nods. "It’s ridiculously kind of you, especially since you barely knew me then. But I’m okay, really. I don’t want you to keep going so out of your way for me.” 

Mal pauses, shuffling on his feet, and she can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. “And if I said I wasn’t only doing it for you?” At her frown, he adds, “If I told you these walks are the best part of my week?”

She’s momentarily speechless as her brain scrambles for something to say, so she ends up blurting out, “Football practice is the best part of your week.”

His smile is sly as he says, “Football is the second best part of my week.”

“Oh, well.” Saints, she wants to jump his bones. She’s wanted to since the first time she laid eyes on him. But she hesitates still, needing to be sure before she can let herself leap. “Certainly there’s better places and times to go for a walk.”

Mal shakes his head, and there’s amusement in his tone. “Come on, Alina, are you really going to make me spell it out for you? It’s not the walk, it’s the company.”

“The company,” she echoes in a small, but pleased, voice. Her dark eyes are sparkling with something giddy — like she’s fifteen again, tripping over a smile from her crush.

He just shrugs as if to say, take it or leave it, and she knows her answer. 

Alina grins and shrugs in return. “Well, then I guess you can keep accompanying me.”

He snorts. “Oh, you guess, huh?” Mal suddenly drops dramatically to one knee, and in that moment she can see his confidence has returned, the easy way he moves, like he’s singing his favorite song and knows every word, every beat. “How generous of you, oh honorable Alina Starkov, for granting me the privilege of walking on the same pavement your very feet grace!”

Alina’s laughing, she’s been laughing for the whole speech, but now she crosses the distance between them and tugs on his arm until he stands. “You’re the worst,” she says, and before she loses her nerve, she kisses him. She can tell he’s surprised, but he recovers fast. His arms wrap around her waist, tugging her closer. One of her hands is on his red scarf — one of Tolya’s making, she knows now — while the other dares to run through his hair, a fantasy she’s had all semester. Suddenly it’s not so cold out anymore.

They pull away breathless, sharing careful, sheepish smiles of two people exploring something new; something exciting, but fragile. 

“I think we’ll have to find a new excuse to hang out once class ends in a couple weeks,” Alina says, looking up at him through her lashes, cheeks flushed. 

“Agreed. Maybe something involving food, or drinks.” He pauses, then very delicately brushes his thumb over her bottom lip. It’s somehow more intimate than the actual kiss. “Maybe more of this.” 

She bites down on the spot his thumb had just been. “Definitely more of this.”

Mal smiles, and this time, he’s the one to initiate the kiss, the one to tangle his fingers in her hair. They kiss until they’re dizzy and frozen — on the outside, anyway. On the inside, she’s all heat. They say their typical goodnights, but this time, they part with the promise of so much more than walking on the horizon. 

[roscoe-dream]

Heartbreaks in Decision Making || Peter Parker

request: “I’m in an angsty mood lol so could you please write a Peter Parker imagine where the reader finds Peter kissing MJ even though he kissed her the day before and she makes him choose between herself and MJ. He chooses MJ but realizes a few weeks later after the Far From Home trip that he likes the reader.”

A/N: i’m sorry this took so long, but i hope it meets your expectations!! i added supporting characters of my own as well. thank you for such a juicy request!! NOT PROOF READ YET.

word count: 2342

WARNINGS: angst. cursing, and heartbreaking in my opinion.

You didn’t understand.

You definitely weren’t the ‘go-getter’ type, nor were you the kind of girl who just says what’s on their mind or heart. When the cook at a restaurant got your order wrong, you would smile and say ‘thank you’ instead of letting them know. You’re the kind of person that would stick around with whoever you were with until they were ready to go instead of finding a comfortable place to be by yourself. So when you had feelings for a boy, a boy like Peter Parker, it would be almost instinctive to either deny or hide those feelings as best as you could.

But you didn’t do either.

Instead, when the class got back to the hotel in Prague, you marched up to his hotel room with your hand curled into a fist, ready to confess your feelings for him when his door was yanked open. He was staring at you in shock while you gaped at him before nervously smiling and asking to talk. When his eyes moved away from yours and onto something ahead, you didn’t think much of it — but god, you wished you did.

You managed to do the hard part, and confessed how you felt to Peter. Granted, the message was relayed in a mixture of needless, nervous rambles. Your cheeks were red and you felt like your body was lit on fire under his eyes. Your heart was racing, but it practically stopped when he stepped forward, face inching towards yours and eyes closing shut. You stood frozen in place, letting his lips close to space between yours.

You let him kiss you.

But what you didn’t understand was how Peter could do something like that after what you had confessed to him, yet have his arms wrapped around another girl while their lips molded together. His eyes were shut and his pleasure filled face held a red tint. However, you knew Peter, and you knew he had a sixth sense, so you watched as his eyes sprung open during the kiss and began to swell with fear.

That was when your vision was blurred with tears.

He didn’t pull away from the girl, rather letting the kiss carry on with his eyes trained on you until she decided to pull away. She did eventually, and you could faintly hear the shy laughs they shared from where you were. You watched a few words be exhchanged and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole every time his eyes flickered to yours. Then, like anybody would, she turned around.

And when MJ sent you a tight lipped smile, it made sense. As much as it pained your heart to admit, you finally understood. The night before, you were looking for Peter, and he was looking for her.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you scoffed, your arms wrapping around your body to act as a shield when MJ walked towards the entrance doors of the hotel, and Peter approached you hesitantly. The lights from inside the hotel was enough to see his tear-pricked eyes and guilty face when he was close enough in front of you. There was an aching silence between the two of you, but you didn’t dare to break it. You couldn’t bring yourself too.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered, his voice cracking as he tried to swallow down the rising bile in his throat. You brought your arms closer to your chest, chewing on the inside of your cheeks to try and prevent the new wave of tears threatening to spill. You didn’t meet his burning gaze, strictly staring past him. You couldn’t meet his eyes, hearing his voice told you enough. He was guilty, but wasn’t apologizing for what he did — he was apologizing for being caught.

It was silent again, and just as painful as the last time. You were racking your brain for something to say, questions popping up one after the other and it made your head throb, so you settled on the simplest one yet, asking, “Why?”

If it were any louder, you were certain Peter wouldn’t have been able to hear you. There was about six feet of space between the two of you, a brutal opposite to the night before — the memory made your stomach churn. With furrowed brows, Peter’s lips parted to speak, but after a few split moments, his mouth shut.

“I don’t know.”

Hearing his words made your head snap in his direction, a bewildered yet angry look in your eyes as you gaped at him. “You don’t know?” You repeated, taking a bold step forward with a clenched jaw. “You let me fall for a lie, Peter. Had I not been outside of this damn hotel, you wouldn’t have stop kissing MJ.” You spat through gritted teeth, feeling yourself grow hot at the fact that he was acting this way. Acting so remorseful for something he wanted to do.

You watched as Peter’s hand repeatedly clenched at his side, and he looked away from you. From this angle you could see a single tear fall from the corner of his glazed eyes. He was holding back, but you didn’t want him to. You wanted to truth.

“Y/N, you know I’ve liked MJ for a while now.” He muttered, actively avoiding your pained expression and flinching at the sound of your dry laugh. You knew this, you knew that Peter has had this crush on MJ since your sophomore year — so about a little over a year. Knowing this made telling Peter how you felt all the more nerve-racking, but it didn’t matter, he made the confusing choice of kissing you, and in turn complicated everything.

“Then why did you kiss me?!” You shouted, the sound of your voice echoing into the dark night. It was poetic, really. Getting your heart broken by the boy you love on a beautiful bridge at midnight in Europe. “It doesn’t matter!” Peter was now facing you, his heaving chest pairing with his bloodshot eyes that locks with your own. “This isn’t a game of bachelor, Peter.” You sniffled, casting your gaze away from him to get a chance to breathe because every time you looked at him, your throat closed up.

“So,” Peter cleared his throat, but the lump remained, making his voice strain. “So what are you saying?”

What were you saying? You didn’t exactly know. What you did know, however, was that as strong as you felt for Peter, you were not going to let yourself be treated second. Your bottom lip trembled as you released a shaking breath, locking with his.

“I’m saying you have to choose.”

As his eyes bored into yours, as the tension grew painfully thick in the silence, you knew. Just by the look in his eyes. The look in his brown orbs wasn’t one of someone who didn’t want to choose, it was the look of someone who didn’t want to tell you they weren’t choosing you.

And you knew.

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“I’m just saying!” Your friend, Lina, held her hands up in defense while you looked at her incredously. “He was too much of a nice guy! Guys like him always have something wrong with them.”

It’s been a few weeks since the incident with Peter that went down during your class trip to Europe, and by now, you have told your two closest friends, Lina and Meredith, who were absolutely livid upon hearing the news when you came back to the states in shambles. Meredith stared at the blue haired girl with a slacked jaw, her hand reaching over to flick her in the forehead. “God, Lina, you can’t just say shit like that! Y/N has been in love with him for like, ever.”

“You guys!” You sighed, crossing your arms over the cafeteria table and shaking your head at the both of them. “I’m right here, you know. You guys have been talking about what happened for the past fifteen minutes.”

The girls stared at you solemnly, casting their gazes down when the guilt began to eat at them. “We’re sorry, Y/N, it’s just- I can’t believe he would do that to you, his best friend of all people, and not have a care in the world flaunting his relationship with MJ like he didn’t hurt you to get it.” Lina said gently, placing her hand on top of yours and squeezing it.

She was right, both of them were. However, as hurtful as it was, you didn’t want to dwell on it forever. Sure, he made you believe in something false, but you’d rather say it could’ve been worse.

“Listen, I’m fine!” You laughed lightly, sending both girls a tight lipped smile which they weakly returned. “What’s done is done, and if he’s happy with MJ and how things turned out then.. then so be it.” You finally said, brushing off the fact that your words were beginning to sound like they were moreso said for you then for them. As you waited for a response from one of the two, your brows scrunched together when watching Meredith’s gaze drift and her elbow jutting into Lina’s side to bring it to her attention. “Mer, what’re you looking a..” Your voice trailed off as you turned around in your seat, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Peter.

“Can- Can I talk to you?” His voice stuttered with hesitance, averting his eyes away from the two girls behind you that were staring at him with vicious glares and kept them on you. “Please?”

A small huff came from your nose, and you turned around to send a simple nod to Lina and Meredith before getting up to follow behind Peter.

He ended up leading you into an empty science room, deserted lab tables with the lights turned off to leave the skylight from the windows to do it’s job. With crossed arms, you watched as Peter grew anxious. Even with his back to you, you knew that he was most likely fidgeting with his fingers while he was bouncing on his foot.

“I lied.” said Peter suddenly.

He turned around to face you, and you could now see his hands quickly wringing together. You stared at him blankly, cocking your eyebrow up at him to silently tell him to carry on.

“I do know why I kissed you that night in Prague.” He admitted, watching carefully as your eyes slightly widened at the confession. Too many questions whizzed around in your head in that moment, it was beginning to overwhelm you. “It wasn’t because I was trying to spare your feelings, or to make you feel good. It was because I like you- no, no, I love you.” Peter’s eyes never strayed from yours as he spoke clearly, and for the first time talking to him since that night, he didn’t stutter. He meant it.

The thought alone made tears prick your eyes.

“Why are you telling me this, Peter?” You croaked, your tearful eyes searching his wide ones frantically. He was with MJ, you thought. He chose her, he’s happy with her — so why was he telling you all of this now?

Peter pursed his lips, letting his gaze fall to the floor as if there was something of interest there. “Because I-” He sighed, his shoulders tense with nerves before he boldly caught your stare, saying, “I made a mistake.”

A mistake. The words nearly made you laugh.

“A mistake?” You repeated, lips parted to just let it all out before you stopped. Instead, a scoff emitted from your throat, pairing with your shaking head. “There was no mistake in what you did, Peter. You chose her and-”

“And it should’ve been you.” He interrupted, daringly taking a small step forward that you allowed, only because you were too in shock at what he said. You stood there, frozen with a slacked jaw and bulging eyes. His words should’ve have, but they managed to pull at numerous heart strings and make your stomach churn. “It should’ve been you because it’s always been you, Y/N. I made a mistake because, I-I don’t know maybe I didn’t want to accept the truth, or maybe I didn’t want it to ruin anything. But I’m here now because I love you.”

Hearing his words should’ve made your heart flutter. You should’ve let a smile so wide it made you squint, take over your face. You should’ve jumped into his arms and kissed him ‘til the end of time because he does feel the same way.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let the tears roll down your face. You looked away from him, and let your arms fall at your sides. “No.” You shook your head, looking up to see confusion swirl about it Peter’s brown eyes. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have to be with another girl to realize it. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have told me, to my face, that you’re reasoning for kissing MJ was because you’ve liked her for a long time.”

You shook your head at him in disbelief, slowly backing up towards the door of the science room and placing a steady hand on the handle. Your fingers brushed at your cheeks to rid them of the tears that fell, and you sniffled, straightening out your composure.

“You may have made a mistake, Peter, but I will not let you hurt two girls in the process of making yourself happy.”

With that, you turned away from him, walking through the door and back to your friends who stared at you expectantly.

Peter stayed there. He stood in the front of the science lab with a dazed look in his glazed eyes, jaw clenched shut. Then, he let the tears fall. The tears he held in until you left, he let them glide down the sides of his face while putting his head in his hands.

He made a mistake, and he was going to have to live with that forever.

[kyotarou]

MOOTS APPRECIATION POST <3

in alphabetical order so pls behave

ANGELA @gellysticks: i know i slander you everyday but i truly am grateful to call you my friend (maybe even best friend *barfs*). you’re my other half and i can’t imagine having anyone else to call my silly little baka. thank you for putting up with me and sharing the same humor. i love you <33

ARIA @hikariakaashi: you are so so sweet idk how you put up with me (and the group chat). sometimes i feel like we scare you HAFJA but i really do appreciate having you around as the calm to our storm. i am always willing to make new emails for you so you can play minecraft. smooches.

CASS @aitarose: i love you so much you have no idea. we are literally the same person and we share the same dumb braincell. i am still scared of you sometimes but just know when i see you in person i’m squashing you. thanks for handpicking me my little loca <333

GWEN @applepiekyuu: i know we don’t interact much but i’m so grateful to have you as a mutual. you were one of the first people i met on tumblr when we were still in that little groupchat last year. you are so incredibly kind and not to forget gorgeous like wtf please hand me some of that beauty tyvm. thanks for sticking with me since the very beginning!

LINA @nekomabvc: THE FIRST TIME WE CALLED I READ AN ABO FIC FOR YOU GN. i can’t believe you actually put up with me; you’re so fking hilarious and i’m grateful to have someone to indulge me when i’m in my engeki hq brainrot. you’re actually scarier than cass but that’s okay, i like a woman with authority. love you lots. <3

MR. MIZU @mizunetzu: i’m 99.99% sure you were my very first mutual here on tumblr. i still remember you hopping in when i had 0 works posted and it made me feel so cool :,)) you are so kind and you truly are a day one. i appreciate you being here for the past few months. <3

NAYRU @luvoratomi: BBY IK WE DON’T TALK OFTEN BUT ILYSM. you’re so so sweet and i adore you so much. thanks for putting up with my silly tangents and when i’m being a dumbass on discord. luv u bebs

RHEYA @diorpieck: i still rmbr when you hmu in my tumblr messages to scream about my theme and we just hit it off from there. you are my #1 wifey and one of the first people i got close to on here. i love you 4ever and i will always cherish the kyou fic you wrote for me that made me bawl my eyes out </3 ilysm

RISSIE @levbug​: YOU ARE SO FUNNY IT’S TERRIFYING. you always the most out of pocket shit and it makes you reconsider our friendship but i love you for that. you will never fail to make me laugh esp on discord and my inbox (i suck at replying i’m so sorry). we really need to talk more tho :((( love you babes

SELENE @adoringhajime​: you me and cass make up an unholy trinity. we are all the same. i remember being so terrified of you but here i am now being mean to you n shit (it’s all out of love tho). you always make me laugh on facetime and no i will not stop playing minecraft, but i appreciate the concern. i love you so so much. kissing you rn <3

if you’re not on here it’s most likely because we are not as close. these are the mutuals i have interacted with the most :((

[hollywoods-golden-age-imagines]

Meeting and Dating Cosmo Brown

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Cosmo while attending one of Monumental Studios movie premieres and after parties as a photographer. You were the only one to snap a few photos of the handsome piano player once he arrived which immediately drew his attention to you. And what a sight stood behind those blinding flashes.

- He quickly composed himself and joined the announcer at the microphone just as Don and Lina showed up. He took the opportunity to sneak a long glance at you as you struggled to keep your place in the front of all the pushing cameramen. You finally fell back, dissapointedly giving up as you waited for the event to start.

- It wasn’t until everyone arrived at the after party that he spotted you again, though that wasn’t for lack of trying; he searched the entire dark theater for you. He made a beeline towards where you were stood, dodging people left and right as he did so.

- You looked at him a bit timidly, thinking you might have done something wrong, before he introduced himself to you and started to make conversation.

- He pretty much proceeded to tail you for the rest of the night, speaking with you as you went around snapping photos. You really didn’t mind, it was nice not being completely ignored at an event for once.

- You’d managed to snap a photo of Lina, post-cake throw which he amusedly told you you had to print him a copy of.

- By the end of the night, the two of you were pretty well acquainted. You began to pack your things, saying goodbye to him as you did so, assuming you’d never really see each other again. That was when he slipped you a sheet of paper with his name and number on it, telling you that it was so you could give him “that picture”.

- You smiled, nodded and wished him a goodnight just as your taxi pulled up to take you away.

- A week later and you were meeting up with the man, framed photo in hand and a smile on your face. He was ecstatic when you handed it to him, telling you how great it was and explaining how rotten Lina was most of the time so you didn’t think he was too cruel. He even promised you an opportunity to photograph Don as a thank you which you gladly accepted.

- It was during that photoshoot that he asked you out on a date; partly due to Dons insistence and threats. He was genuinely surprised when you agreed but boy did he look happy when he realized what you said.

- He took you to an amusement park for your first date. The two of you walked around the place riding everything you could, talking to each other and buying small snacks to eat. You wound up kissing his cheek while the two of you rode the Ferris wheel which prompted him to lean over and lay one on you.

- He was half-expecting you to slap him but he was more than glad that you didn’t. Even though the two of you kissed, he was still a little hesitant when asking if you’d be seeing each other again which you found quite adorable. You obviously agreed and soon enough, you were official.

- He likes to give as much pda as he can get away with. He’s so proud of you and wants everyone to now that you’re together. 

- He often calls you “his better half” or just “beautiful”. He’s incredibly fond of pet names and uses them all the time. 

- Your kisses always make him, at least a little, flustered and giddy, especially when he doesn’t expect them. His ears and cheeks turn a cute shade of red whenever you surprise him with one. 

- Complimenting people is something he’s learned to do well over the years but he must admit, he likes complimenting you far more than he does Don, Lina, or anyone else. 

- He’s not too crazy about movies; he deals with them everyday, he prefers to do something else when you’re looking to have a date. 

- Going dancing. Doesn’t matter what music plays; he’ll always be the best one out on the dance floor. 

- Bowling dates. 

- Rollerskating together. 

- Long dates that carry into the late hours of the evening. He’s a sucker for a goodnight kiss no matter how long you’ve been dating. 

- Handholding; he likes to swing your hands back and forth lightly. 

- He’s sort of shy when it comes to girls so it takes him a little while to really warm up to being in a relationship. When you first started dating, he was always unsure of what to do and when to do it. 

- Pecks on the lips and cheeks. 

- You like to jokingly call him a shadow what with him following either you or Don around constantly. 

- He always tries to be as close to you as he can. He just really likes being next to and touching you. 

- Sitting in his lap. Don’t have a chair? This boy will literally kneel on the floor so you can sit on his leg. 

-  He enjoys sleeping with his face in your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist in a hug. It’s a nice view to wake up to. 

- He can make just about anything into a song. You often catch him singing your name while wandering around. 

- Getting to listen to him play piano whenever you want, he thinks the praise and look on your face make it completely worth it. 

- Nobody ever really pays any attention to him so he adores it whenever you do.  He has a tendency to try and make listening to him worth your while; jokes, amusing stories, etc, because he thinks you should be somewhat compensated for doing so since no one else does. You always assure him that he doesn’t have to worry and that he could never bore or disappoint you. 

- He greatly enjoys being able to impress you, showing off his different impressive and comedic skills. He’s really a talented individual. 

- Making faces at each other. 

- Reading The Funnies together. It’s part of your morning routine.

- This man loves to hear you laugh and see you smile; it’s his favorite thing in the entire world. He’s constantly fooling around and telling jokes in an effort to see you do so. He’s a professional jokester so it’s pretty easy for him to have you in stitches. 

- Doing impressions of each other or other people. You may not be as skilled at doing so as he is but he loves it anyway. 

- Getting to hear his stories and the truth behind Don’s actual rise to success. It’s certainly hard to envision Don Lockwood as anything but a movie star though it’s definitely fun to try. 

- He still has a habit of waiting around for his buddy only now he has a girl to do it with. Sometimes you really have to wonder whether he’s in love with the man himself.

- He’s a bit of a smartass so the two of you exchange lovingly snide remarks often.

- He doesn’t get jealous very often, he trusts you wholeheartedly; he sort of has to be able to when you’re around his best friend, he just doesn’t trust other men. Whenever he does get jealous, he either forces himself to act completely friendly or pretends to be friendly while trying to make a fool of the other man. 

- Attending the Monumental Studios events with him. He has fun matching his outfit to yours. 

- Double dates with Kathy and Don. 

- He likes leaning his head on yours whenever you lay your head on his shoulder. He’ll usually press a kiss to your forehead before he does. 

- If you need an idea, without fail, he’s sure to have one. 

- He always has a joke ready but he isn’t afraid to get serious whenever you need him to. 

- A wonderful motivator, Cosmo always knows exactly what to say to cheer you up or get you in the right state of mind. 

- There’s really no better partner in crime than him; always loyal and never jealous of your success. 

- He always seems to be able to look on the bright side of things which helps when things aren’t going well. You can’t help but absorb some of his optimism when you’re feeling down. 

- He’s good at coming up with solutions which is partly why the two of you rarely argue. Who needs to fight when their boyfriend can always create a compromise or fix things?

- He isn’t afraid to apologize whenever he’s wrong, giving you a sincere “sorry” then making a few jokes to cut the tension once everything’s resolved. 

- Saying or hearing “I love you” makes him happy yet bashful. He doesn’t say it often but sometimes he just cant help himself, oftentimes exclaiming it while pulling you excitedly into his arms. 

- He’s certainly planning on tying the knot in the near future. He can’t imagine a life without you. In his eyes, he may have nothing else but at least he has you. 

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Ooooh, out of the OTP asks! For Lina and Tatum: 3, 15 & 24 please?

Thank you so much for sending these! <33 I saw some wonderful writers do these as if this was an interview and the characters answered themselves and I found it super interesting to read so I will try to do it that way. I hope it will be enjoyable <3 (this prompt, feel free to send anything!)

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

"Tatum is just the best person you could ever meet," Lina reacts immediately. "Well," she hums, "maybe you wouldn't say that right after meeting him, but under that stoic mask, he is the kindest person ever. Someone you can always rely on. Man of his words. And I swear he is also incredibly funny once you get to know him really well."

Tatum clears his throat, obviously uncomfortable - after all, hearing Lina say all these nice things so openly still makes his stomach flutter.

"Look at him!" Lina exclaims before he can speak about her. "Look how utterly adorable he is when he is flustered. Oh, and he always smells good."

This time, Tatum clears his throat louder and speaks before she can say anything more.

"Lina never hesitates to help other people and she cares far more than she will ever admit. She is ridiculously clever and she always wants to learn more. She always wants to do, to be, better."

Lina nudges him, rolling her eyes and a deep pink flush adorns her cheeks. Stop it, she whispers.

"And of course, she has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen," Tatum adds quietly, looking down at Lina's face, a soft smile of his own revealing dimples in his cheeks.

15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

"Ah, let me go first," Tatum jumps in this time. "Lina is so terrilbly messy. She has no system. No routine when it comes to putting things where they belong. Everything is just... everywhere."

Lina chuckles and nods, knowing perfectly well that Tatum is right. She doesn't mind the mess and he used to overlook it, too. But the damn army life has thaught him that everything has to have an order and now he applies that to her clothes, too, for fuck's sake.

"Tatum can be tragically overprotective," she simply shrugs. "But I don't dislike it. It just can be a bit overwhelming sometimes."

I know he is just scared of losing me, is what she doesn't say aloud.

24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for?

"Does the childhood bickering and shit count?" Lina grins up at Tatum, a joyful glint in her eyes.

"No, I do not think so," he chuckles. There was a lot of "I am sorry" and "It's okay" included in their childhood fights, but neither of them seems to be able to remember anything serious.

"I know!" Lina suddenly almost jumps on spot. "That one time when you ruined my very first date ever. I didn't talk to you for a week."

"Not an act I am proud of," Tatum nods, though it is easy to notice that there is very little of an honest regret in his voice.

"It's okay, you can say that you didn't want me to date anyone else," Lina smirks - after many years, Tatum admitted that he was jealous of her date, which led to his decision to ruin it.

"I am not denying that," Tatum says slowly. "It still doesn't mean my actions were justified."

There's a long silence and the atmosphere in the room changes slightly - somehow, the silence is heavy now. The couple shares a long look and even though they don't say anything, there's a million of little conversations shared in that gaze.

Finally, Tatum breaks the eye contact and says with a rueful smile: "I think there are more things we had to forgive our own selves for than the ones we had to forgive each other for."