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brights-place · 5 months

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Hii! If it’s okay, could I please request some hcs of Leif from MID with a motherly s/o?

The reader doesn’t have to be female, I just think that he deserves a nurturing partner after all that childhood trauma

Lief X Motherly! Reader

Pairings: Leif X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Some angsty shit, mentions of Murder, Cursing A/N: Dude I can't agree more that Lief deserves someone to nurture him LIKE OMLLLLLLLLL! this man when Rhys and him had the argument and leif said "your not the only one who tells me that" I was so shocked - Leif had like a really SHITTY PAST DUDE - You were Ava's neighbor so you wanted to greet her the day after her interview - So having you be there makes him so confused how could you handle him? how could you handle his personality - Leif is a bit feisty but also very bold when it comes to things and leif can be shown to be slightly challenging and quick to assume things such as him instantly assuming Ava your BFF was dead when she was found to be unconscious. - Leif was shown to be dangerous as shown by the many threats towards Ava's life... yet you showed cared for him? you wrapped up him whenever he got hurt and would scold him - He first got pissed at you and thought you were challenging him on his healing abilities - but you were showing him kindness which most daemos find weak - You took care of Ava properly and made sure she was fine and all the daemos men called you Ava's head Lady in Waiting - You were there in the morning helped and fixed her place as you took care of her. Ava saw you as a mother figure yes she has her own parents but having you was nice - You cared for her and showed her motherly attention and when you tried to show the other daemos that care - Violent tendencies come to him so he pulls out his sickles and would try to charge at someone so you have to restrain him the most and he gets pissy

- When Leif came across you he was immediately struck by your warm and comforting presence. - When someone gets your attention he gets defensive and would try get your attention back onto him - he has abandonment issues so he likes to be by your side but he doesn't speak up about it at all for example Ava was explaining how to put on the clothes for the others - You know how he likes poking ava with you its even worse he pokes but sometimes likes to touch diffrent parts of your bodies randomly. You could be washing dishes and he would pop up behind you touching your waist an then try to scold him but he's always far away - Even as a healer he finds it annoying how you try to patch him up - He likes to sharpen his sickles and shows it off to you as you just make sure he is alright - He likes to talk about him being a ex-assassin and flezes it as you tell him how cruel it was as he just stares at you - Believe it or not Leif respects you more than anyone in this world aka earth I mean- have you seen yourself? but he says he doesn't respect anyone - The group saw you punch a guy who tried to touch you and ava inappropriately due to being drunk the guy passed out with a singular punch - You gained their respect but when leif tried to join in on punching the male you dragged his ass away - he started to like you after awhile and would flirtatiously threaten you as you scold him like always which he enjoys - He smirks alot and I mean alot but he enjoys staring at you when you do things - You asked him about his past and he was hesitant and you apologized and told him when he was ready he told you anyway as you frowned telling him that he didn't deserve that - you soon pointed out to him that distracting himself from his trauma by focusing all of his energy into his work killing started to become recreational for him as it was the only mechanism that could relieve emotional pain. - he became so dependent on bloodshed to keep him mentally stable almost as if it were an addiction - Leif would look away and scoff and tries to tell you off as you deadpan at him with an look 'Bro I know' - You give him ideas on how to relax himself as you give him plants for him to take care of due to noticing when you brought a plant to give to Ava he wouldn't stop staring at it - So you give him these plants to look after and explain they need light and water - He flexes it and says it was 'special' cause he tried to repeat all the facts you say about them so he seems smart - so when he watched one die after a couple of days he freaks out and rushes to ava demanding her to summon you cause you weren't there due to you being at work - You got off work and explained to Leif that it died due to not being taken care of so he makes sure to ask if he's doing stuff correctly which makes you confused how he is so calm - He has a short patience and would go off at a moment not like Asch but still has a short temper - threatens Ava for him to hangout at your apartment whenever you try to leave as Ava panics as you tell Leif to stop - You tell him that your just next door and come by whenever and he starts becoming an annoying pest - Ava would drag Leif to your place as others complain as Ava tells them to shut up as Ava knocks on your door as you open the door with a tired look wearing a face mask and your Pajamas wearing duck slippers and baggy sweatpants and a white shirt with a goose holding a knife in its mouth with bubbly words 'Peace was never the option' above it as Leif smirked at you.

- A sigh past your lips as Ava left to go to bed and leif entereed your apartment as you motioned for him to sleep on your bed as you were heading to the couch - This mother fucker decided to pull you into the bed and tell you to just sleep here as you warn him if he breaks anything your gonna tell ava - You fell asleep drooling onto bed unaware the leif clinged onto you enjoying the warmth you shared - it was weird how someone as caring and nurturing as you were caring for a blood thirsty ex-assassin - In the moments that you both have interacted with each other Leif felt something that he hadn't in a long time... Comfort

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shaunamilfman · 8 months

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Being Shauna Shipman's Controversially Young Girlfriend

Adult Timeline Headcanons

nsfw mention

Shauna’s been divorced from Jeff for a few years for the sake of the plot. I think she'd be a writer maybe.

Shauna definitely enjoys the confidence booster that dating someone in their 20s would give her for sure. Shauna is very confident in her own attractiveness, but the idea of pulling someone that young really gets her going.

At the same she'd be extremely jealous of you interacting with attractive women your own age as she'd feel strangely threatened by it in her more insecure moments. She's definitely the ‘pull you away to make out in a back hallway’ type. She's got you pressed up against the wall covering you in hickeys asking stupidly jealous questions that you're far too focused on the feeling of her mouth to answer. Like what do you mean “is she hotter than me?” You just shoved my hand in your pants??

Leaving the function looking like you've been mauled by a bear while Shauna glares at whoever happened to speak to you.

Shauna is a jealous and possessive partner in general but older Shauna is on crack. you're lucky to ever leave the house without being covered in hickeys in various stages of healing. she wants you to give them to her too. there's just something about physical representations of “ownership” that drives her insane. She likes when people see you together and know that you're both taken.

college freshman Callie coming home a few days early and catching you standing in the kitchen in nothing but boxers and her mom's old high school t-shirt. this leads into the most awkward dinner ever because Shauna needs everyone to at least be civil. Callie making snarky comments all night until you finally make one back mean enough that she reaches a begrudging understanding with you. she still takes every opportunity to mock the two of you unfortunately.

"please please please let me punch Callie" / "absolutely not”

Shauna calls you her step mother as a fuck you whenever Callie gets annoying. she's so petty

god Callie’s all in your business all the time but i also think she'd also be the first to defend you if someone else said anything though

side note but TaiVan would definitely serve you food on one of those kid plates to fuck with Shauna. God she'd be so mad.

unlike my Lottie HCs i do think Shauna would be embarrassed to meet your friends. Like the absolute queen of communication she is she would tell you she was embarrassed of the idea, but would instead pick increasingly petty fights with you leading up to it. Shauna finally ends the cold war when she misses you too much and confesses how she feels about it. You've definitely got to comfort her by showing her texts from your friends asking about your hot milf girlfriend or something before she'll be confident enough to do it.

divorced Shauna would be pretty experienced sex wise I feel. Shauna Shipman is a woman who enjoys sex and seems pretty confident in her sexuality. Given the chance she'd definitely be really into exploring it with different partners. Long story short is that I think Shauna is definitely a woman who knows what she likes, but would be very open to exploring things sexually with you if she didn't already know she didn't like it. Shauna's not very open with her emotions, but I do think she's very open with her sexuality. This is a woman who canonly agrees to furniture store role play i think she'd humor you in most things.

writer Shauna for sure works from a home office and would go crazy about the idea of yall hooking up in there fr

Shauna would get off on the idea of teaching things to you even if it's not necessarily true. She'd definitely like it if you let her pretend she was teaching you how to get her off. Your comparable inexperience is something she really enjoys about your age difference.

Shauna Shipman and pet names is a lethal combination. “Sweetie” this, “sweetheart” that, “is that okay honey?” shauna is so nurturing when given the chance she'd thrive with someone she felt like she needed to take care of

Older Shauna enjoying teaching you things extends beyond just sex. She likes to teach you how to cook things that you don't know by like hugging you from behind and resting her head on your shoulder as she directs you on what to do. Beyond that it also just makes her feel useful and she enjoys feeling that way.

Shauna hits you up once a week asking how bluetooth works. Shauna's okay with technology but she's the slowest fucking typer. I definitely think Callie lies to her about what acronyms mean so you get the wildest fucking texts sometimes and she's like “what??” when your confused

Shauna loves when you steal her clothes. just lounging around her house in nothing but her boxers and her flannel and she's going insane. Shauna accidently misplaces your clothes all the time so you have to wear hers instead. “oh i must have put them in the laundry you can wear mine” but suspiciously there's already shorts and a t-shirt laying out on her bed. strange.

she's loves making you dinner, or making you something for lunch every once and a while. there's something about watching you eat something she made that makes her feel important and valued.

Older Shauna gives the best fucking hugs of your life bro. Coming home from a bad day and just sitting with Shauna while she hugs you so tightly you can barely breathe. Shauna kissing you on the top of your head while her arm is around you watching TV?? insane

#shauna shipman x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #minors dni

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penvisions · 8 months

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garnish {chapter 10}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it does make the heart grow fonder. You find yourself missing Joel, too stubborn to reach out but Ellie is tired of seeing you both pinning as she navigates classes with you and her homelife with Joel now that she's back in the city.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: canon typical language, reader is a dumb dumb, reader is stubborn and heartbroken, mentions of reader's past, trauma, complicated family dynamics, stressful family dynamics, reader mourns her past relationship with father, verbal abuse (past tense), ellie being a scheming lil shit, language, sexual content, references to sexual relations (past tense), smoking, cigarettes, nicotine, drinking, consumption of alcohol, melancholia, manic depressive internal monologue

A/N: WE DID IT, we made it to the end!! i've never finished a fic before so this is all so exciting and a little terrifying, to be honest. i hope hope hope that i've done this lil au justice, with it growing a mind and story line of its own i never even planned for somewhere around chapter five. but we did it and i am proud of this lil one and maybe self-indulged a lot with my own birthday on the 17th! please tell me your thoughts!! a HUGE thank you to everyone that interacted with this. y'all made this possible by engaging with me and inspiring me to continue on even when my own brain was working against me ♡

i would love to take prompts for these two dummies to expand their universe and story in the future if anyone is interested? but i'm still getting used to having what little attention my fics are getting and i dunno if that would be something people are interested in ♡

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“Well, you certainly have the enthusiasm, Ellie.” A smile passed over the desk, fingers curled over her application and subsequent documentation. She had already graduated from her Boston school at the end of the previous spring semester, already set up to TA for a favorite professor of hers in the new year after a successful first year of doing so for another. But she had a pending application for a secondary degree. One here in Austin.

Her life laid out in front of you once she had begun school, having applied and gotten into an art program in England right out of high school, something she had gushed about excitedly for a few moments when you asked her about it. Sure, you had talked about it in passing over shared meals both in the comforting environment of father’s home and while out getting coffee that had developed as a regular occurrence any time she was in town.

She was only four years younger than you, both her and Sarah. So driven and excited about this time in their lives. Sarah having relocated to work for a company that fought for her attention and hire after a phenomenal performance in communications and social work out in California. Both supported and shown love in a way that used to make anger and jealousy flair up in you, but that you now saw as a blessing for those who had that kind of nurturing environment to flourish in.

“I just…the perspective of art and language of art you’re trying to explore is really fuckin’ interesting. I know it doesn’t necessarily fall in line with my focus of studies, but-“

“Classes that interest you are just as important as those that help along your degree.”

“And dad said that I could go for it, said if it’s what I want, he’ll help me in any way he can.”

“Ellie, it would be a pleasure to have you take part in the program. There is a two semester commitment, I will remind you. And the application you submitted for Austin is still pending. But if you’re on board, I can sign my approval and walk it over to the admissions office when we’re done here.”

“I was…actually going to see if you could give me a ride back to the house…dad was in a hurry when my car wouldn’t start, and I left my keys with him so he could take a look at it.”

“Oh,” Your bottom lip was between your teeth, nervousness taking ahold of you. “Um, well-“

“I totally understand not wanting to, but I would feel better going with you than taking a bus or somethin’.”

“It’s okay, I can. But let’s walk this over to admissions and see what we can get in the way of aid first, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, thank you so much!”

Your class sessions were at nine and lasted for two hours every Tuesday and Thursday. Not wanting to over log the students with a long block of class time on top of all the reading you did end up requiring of them in order to participate in the discussions. Only two days a week to allow for some leeway with the readings on top of the other responsibilities you were all to familiar with. You had explained to Ellie once her application had been switched over from pending to accepted.

You did miss the social aspect of working at the restaurant, the different foods and drinks you could try on a whim, the ability to get as much or as little human interaction as you wanted. But…you had made a choice to leave it behind. For good. Focusing finally on the things that you wanted to do for the rest of your life and a plethora of memories and stories of a time now past.

And Joel….you missed Joel.

But you were stubborn, sure that the man wanted to wash his hands of you after never getting a response.

Ellie was banging her head along to the tape that had been stuck in the trucks deck for years now. An old one from your childhood, one of the only things you father had intentionally gifted you. His love of music something you shared despite the rift and space created between you both. Your birthday up until you moved resulting in a gift card to the local record shop and a few tapes or CDs he wanted to share with you.

The younger girl belted out the lyrics, the loose strands of her hair whipping around from the cracked windows. You sang along with her, though not as loud, indulging her despite the ache that had settled in your bones. Having overthought yourself into a weird mood before class.

Suddenly the music faltered before the warbling completely as the ribbon inside began to loosen from the spool and hang out from the deck.

“Shit, that’s not good.” Ellie lamented as she reached forward to push the play button in to pause the music. She hit the ejection button and carefully pulled the tape from the mouth of the player. Her charcoal stained fingers spinning the spools one at a time to wind the ribbon back where it should be. A few moments later and she was reloading it and pushing play but the speakers only crackled before the tape ejected itself.

“Damn, it died.”

You didn’t say anything, thoughts a whirlwind as you panicked over loosing the last tangible connection you had with your estranged father. If she picked up on your tense silence, Ellie didn’t comment on it, leaving the tape hang half out the deck and moving to use the radio for the remainder of the ride.

The house looked the same, Joel’s house, nestled to the side of a small cul-de-sac. The neighborhood calm and quiet in the early afternoon.

The graying curls you would recognize anywhere peaked from where Ellie’s care was being inspected by Joel laid out on a roller underneath the carriage. The hood was propped open and a giant tool storage cabinet had been wheeled closer to the opening of the garage. She bounded up to him, talking too fast for you to make anything out from the curb.

But Joel must’ve been able to decipher at least some of it because his gaze turned to you, oil staining one of his cheeks and his chest puffing up with a deep breath.

You felt your own breath catch low in your throat, a lump of air making it hard to breathe.

You drove off with your heart hammering in your chest.

It was now February, the dreaded holiday of the month approaching and your birthday right along with it. A shame, that such a day overshadowed any plans you had once made. The holiday taking precedent with prefix menus that brought in generous tips from happy couples and friends. But this year, this year you could do whatever you wanted.

Stay in, go out, order takeaway, drown yourself in fancy truffles. Whatever you wanted. But the weight in your heart didn’t have you all too keen for the day to arrive. Wondering what Joel had decided for his special menu, the drinks Millie worked with Mary on to pair alongside it. Maybe….maybe you could snag a seat at the bar and indulge?

You let the thoughts trail off and focused on grading the papers in front of you. Needing to get them done before your attention was pulled by a movie night with your friends.

You were up at exactly one minute before the clock stuck midnight. Bleary eyes watching the progression of the last sixty seconds before it was officially your birthday. Your phone buzzed with two texts immediately, all camps too much to handle in the early hour. Turning it to silent mode, you turned over and listened to the faint sounds of Sweet Pea playing with a bell down in the living room, hoping sleep would come back to you.

Waking up for a second time was a whirlwind, snooze allowing for you to sleep in until the absolute last minute before you had to get up. Shoving the tube of fabric that was a simple, off the shoulder dress over your head and fluffing up your hair with dry shampoo and you were out the door and headed to the campus.

“Alright, everyone, since I’m feelin’ a little generous today!” You clapped your hands once, noticing Ellie slink in at the last minute before you typically announced the beginning of class. “I’m gonna play a documentary for today- but!”

You interrupted the happy chuckles from the group of about thirty or so individuals you had interviewed and approved for your program. “I will need a paper on the methods used to help identify the remains and artifacts, with your general interpretation of the cultural basis hypothesized from them due next class!”

“Professor, c’mon. It’s my birthday, it’s your birthday: let’s all just take it easy.”

A chorus of, “Is it really your birthday?! Why didn’t you tell us!” rang out across the room. Certain individuals looking genuinely upset that they had missed out on a chance to let you know how much they appreciated you and liked you. It made the ache in your heart lighten just a bit, weird mood about the day waning slightly in their unabashed openness. Ellie was oddly silent, normally one to engage loudly and enthusiastically, her phone in her hand, fingers a blur as she fiddled with it.

“If you really want to do something for me, please, concentrate on the documentary!” You turned your back to the class, booting up the video on your laptop and tugging down the projector screen that was closed and stored up above the whiteboard. Turning the lights off, save for one in the back for them to take notes with, you pressed play and offered one last tidbit before the opening credits rolled, “But it doesn’t hurt to bring a gift card for any local coffee shops.”

“Need a ride today, Ellie?” You asked the lingering girl, slow to pack her bag up once the class had ended and hesitant to disembark from the campus altogether. Her car was in the shop, something needing repair that was beyond Joel’s skill set. As well as a new set of tires they were waiting on to get delivered before installing them. The ones she had for the more intense weather seasons of Boston worn down over the years and needed replacing. You didn’t mind totting the younger girl around, offering her help with proof reading papers and going over terms that didn’t easily stick. Talking about nothing in particular, though Joel had been diligently inside the house or away each time you dropped her off at home, no more awkward glances since your little display of speeding off the first time.

“Was gonna offer to get you a coffee,” She wouldn’t look directly at you, setting you on edge. You were about to ask her if everything was okay when she suddenly swung her bag on her shoulder and faced you. “I’m helping at the restaurant today, assumed you wouldn’t be cool with dropping me off there.”

An hour later, you were both loaded in the car with too expensive coffee drinks and pulling up to the front of the restaurant. You didn’t want to test if you had clearance to park in the employee lot, not sure what would hurt more. The denial of your code beeping or the approval of your code chirping and opening the gate. Sighing, you put shifted into park and let the engine idle.

Ellie seamed to be taking her sweet time once again. Moving slow to collect her things, having hesitantly showed you the project she was working on for one of her art courses. The bell above the front entrance sounded as the door opened and your head snapped up to see Joel walk through it. He paused, holding the door open beside him as he gave a small wave to Ellie and a somber nod to you.

Yous lips lifted at the corners as you noticed the stain of what had to be beets on his otherwise pristine apron, the white of it displaying the dark red in a disturbing way. His other hand was behind his back, shrouded in the shadows of the interior. He shared a hushed work with Ellie as she finally exited the truck and slinked past him with a last wave toward you.

But Joel didn’t follow her inside.

He stepped outside completely. The door closing behind him with a soft thump.

He was walking toward the truck, the passenger window down all the way as Ellie relished in the fresh air before knowing she wouldn’t leave until well past midnight after the rush of the holiday.

Your fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, dress having ridden up during the drive to expose the tops of them. The sun warm on them as your nails made crescent shapes in their softness, making your anxiety for the world to see. You were otherwise frozen, unsure of what to say, how to talk. He looked so good. Longer hair slicked back, sliver glinting in the sunlight at his temples and in the scruff of his face. A vaguely heart shaped patch where it didn’t grow in too tempting of a sight as you recalled the way it felt to pepper kisses there.

Joel’s eyes flickered down to your mouth as your tongue swiped out to wet your suddenly dry bottom one, his hidden hand finally shifting from behind his back.

You couldn’t help the little gasp that pushed from your chest as a boquet of flowers was revealed to be in his grip.

The colors of it shades of orange, gold, and yellow. A mix of chrysanthemums, sunflowers, and peonies all wrapped in a delicate tissue paper with a white ribbon holding it all together. In the middle of the front of it, there was something shiny.

“Thought it was an emergency, when she started blowing up my phone a few hours ago.” He finally spoke, stepping off the curb and up to the passenger side of the car. He extended the bouquet to you, hiding his face from you for a moment. You were able to make out the shiny thing in the middle.

It was a copy of the tape that had died the first time you had given Ellie a ride home. The one you couldn’t find anywhere online. The one you had almost just ordered a CD or digital version of. The one you had almost reached out to your father to ask about. It was impossible to find, to replace. But it was there, in the middle of a beautiful arrangement of flowers.

A sob suddenly wracked through your body, hands coming up to cup your chin and hold any others in as fat tears fell hot from your eyes.

“Oh no, no – this – this was supposed t’make you smile, darlin’, not burst into tears.” Joel quickly lowered it, moving it out of view of the windows frame and pulling it back behind him. “I’m so sorry, I – I was just trying to do somethin’ nice for ya on your special day.”

You hiccupped as you reached out a hand in a weak wave, wiping at your cheeks with the other.

“No, Joel, it’s…it’s really sweet of you to do this. I just…I don’t deserve it.”

“Of course you do, you deserve everythin’, darlin’.” He reached through the open window and gently placed the bouquet down on the passenger seat. Molasses eyes catching yours as he offered you a weak smile and a nervous display of his fingers slinking his hair back. “Just wanted to do somethin’ for you today. I didn’t know last year and well, this year I do.”

“Joel…”

“Don’t need anything from you, really. They’re for you and that’s that.” He shuffled on his feet, watching as the breeze ruffled your loose hair and the fabric of your dress, sleeves flowing in the wind, the shine of your necklace in the sunshine.

“Thank you, really. I- I appreciate it.” You reached over to tug the cassette from its secure spot. Turning it over in your hands, taking in the scratches on the plastic of the case. The memory of looking over the massive collection he had displayed in one of the guest rooms, the small shelving unit he had made himself to store all the tapes he had previously kept in boxes in the garage. “Joel, this is from your collection, I can’t-“

“You can ‘n I wanted to. Ellie told me yours got ate and I don’t listen to the tapes much these days, just the vinyl.”

Voice gone and heart beating fast, you nodded. Feeling the urge to lean over and pull him into the truck to drive around for hours and listen to the reverent offering in your hands. But he had a holiday menu to get back to and you had a new recipe to try out. Each on their own and in different worlds.

He patted the window sill twice with a wide palm before he was turning away and disappearing back inside. You watched him go, heart urging you to call out to him while your mind told you it wouldn’t ever be that simple again.

Friends had come and gone, sharing dinner and gifts with you. Crappy movies and good liquor, laughs abundant and feelings so alive. The kind of day that reminded you that you were alive and well. The kind of day that made everything else worth it, small moments tiding you over until you could feel like full and bright again.

You stared at the flowers until the alcohol in your system blurred them, the colors running together and dimming as sleep pulled you under in the late hour. The tape playing through to the end before the machine finally shut off, blanketing you in your passed out state.

You would stare at them, as if they were pulling your attention every time you were in the kitchen or the living room. Choosing to hide away in your office or upstairs when you were home where they were out of site. When they began to wilt and dry up, you moved them to the back patio, not able to through them out but not able to reach out to the man who had gifted them to you.

Finally removing them from the vase and cleaning it out. You bagged them up and left them on the counter to deal with after class. One that went by in the blink of an eye, almost like the day was rushing toward something. Rushing you toward something. The slow thrum of…something deep in your bones as you engaged in the discussion, leading it back to the focal point if it got too off tangent.

The routine of giving Ellie a ride one that hadn’t been prevalent lately since her car had been fixed and the end of the semester rolled around. But today it seemed to be one of the things that time was ushering you toward. Driving Ellie home with post class treat of milkshakes this time, the weather beginning to inch toward the dry heat that was prevalent most of the year.

“Thanks again! See you Thursday, professor!” Ellie hollered over her shoulder as she all but tore out your truck and ran towards the front door. By passing the scene of Joel stood in the driveway, garage open behind him once again.

“I better! You have a final!” You hollered after her, no real malice in your voice.

She whizzed past Joel who was stood at the front of her car, hood open and engine block exposed to his perplexed expression. His hands were on his hips, a wrench in one and a screwdriver in the other. He was looking down into the exposed parts with a look you couldn’t quite read from the curb but when he spotted Ellie he called after her.

“Babygirl, I don’t see anything wrong with it. You said it was making a rattling sound, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah! A rattling sound.”

“From…where, exactly?” He turned a furrowed brow to her but she was determined to get away from his prying gaze, scurrying off without any more words. Her bag thumping against her shoulders as she rushed toward the door.

You had been so focused on watching her nearly trip over the steps leading to the front door that you didn’t notice Joel rise from his spot tinkering with something on her car and approach the side of yours.

“Hey there,” His cautious voice greeted you too close through the open window.

“Oh jesus, fuck! Joel don’t do that!” You startled so bad the seatbelt locked up and tightened around you, preventing you from taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Shit, sorry. Thought you saw me comin’ over.” A sheepish rub of his hand along the back of his neck, had your eyes roaming over the picture he made in the frame of the open window. Perfectly fitted, as if he should be on the inside of the truck beside you instead of standing outside of it. Close, but not close enough.

Quiet fell over the both of you, Joel looking into the cab of the truck, grease and oil marring his beautiful skin and white t-shirt and you gazing just to the right of him, not able to directly do so now that his attention was focused. The words shared between you both, all of the good, all of the bad, and all of the confusing floating in the heavy air between two people who had lived far too much in such a short amount of time. Echoes of everything passing in the charged air between you both.

Your name being uttered had your eyes glancing at his, the sun lighting them up into a bright hue and your heart fluttered in your chest. You held his gaze for a few seconds, heat creeping up your neck from the pulse of warmth that only he could cause filling your chest.

“Alright, well…thanks for bringing Ellie home.” He reached a handout to pat the side of the truck before shoving away.

“Hey, Joel, wait…” You leaned over, hoping that the words in your throat didn’t get stuck. When he turned quickly back to you, there was a hopeful pinch to his features, lips pursed as he waited with bated breath for you to continue. Taking a deep breath, you locked eyes with him again, keeping up the connection. The hope that glinted in them helped the words to flow from you in a quick push.

“Do, um, do you want to grab a coffee sometime?”

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sk-lumen · 4 months

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It's always fascinating to see the day-to-day effect of a woman in touch with her divine feminine. Whenever I wear my pink dresses in my "barbie retro housewife" aesthetic with heels and my Dior perfumes I get such a strong reaction that I do wonder why.

"Women aren't so feminine nowadays," is the popular response. So when people do see a very feminine woman, it's first of all surprising because it's a rarity, and second of all it's always stunning to see a woman shining bright in her sacred feminine energy. She just has a certain glow that everyone flocks to, like a moth the the flame.

And this reminded me of a discussion I had with a friend some weeks ago - she mentioned how girls/women in 2024 dress in such a masculine way, with baggy pants and baggy shirts and sports shoes. And indeed, both in my city, my country and abroad while traveling, I found this to be true.

She saw it as a "them" issue. I think it's easy to say that girls these days have lost touch with their femininity, and essentially shift all the fault on them. But nothing is that black and white. I empathize with these girls because I was there too, before I stepped out of my shell and felt more comfortable and safe being feminine.

Yes, it's social media and fashion and whatever celebrities and influencers are turning into a trend at each given time. But it's also the undeniable fact that, most likely, these girls grew up in school, highschool, college etc. facing situations and environments (or maybe even their childhood upbringing/home setting) that made them feel unsafe, their every choice and habit and outfit was criticized, maybe they even got harassed or bullied.

Maybe they did dress in cute outfits and skirts at some point, and then got criticized for showing too much skin or dressing indecently, even though it was a perfectly normal outfit. And then getting criticized for dressing like men, but at least they feel safe(r) because either way people will judge them.

I think it's important to accord more grace and understanding, and instead of being judgemental, actually hold space for other girls and if possible, offering guidance in reconnecting with their femininity. It can be such a gift when you tap into your intuition, your healing energy, your empathy and nurturing energy. But not everybody knows how to get there, or has the resources for it, or even wants to. And that's okay too - everyone has their own choice.

#lumen's essays #essays #writings #body positivity #body dysmorphia #femininity #divine feminine #social media #fashion

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cilis-readings · 1 year

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pac which deity should you reach out to

reminder: these are very general readings. messages can be picked from each pile and apply to you and your current situation. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t :)

just to preface, i work with a few deities regularly and have communicated with several for various reasons. this reading is all in good fun, all of the deities that came through in this pick a card reading were made aware that this was for a collective group of people and they agreed to be included! if you feel called to reach out to any of the deities below, feel free to do so! just be sure you do some research before diving into things — if you need help or don’t know where to start, my messages are always open :)

pile 1

the deity that made their presence known for pile one is the greek goddess selene! she made herself known with the moon card. selene is the greek personification of the moon. she is typically worshipped during the full moon and new moon but she can be called upon whenever you need her energy. she sees everything that goes on in the night and she travels across the sky in her chariot every night, pulling the moon behind her.

she may be helpful in your healing process if you have emotional wounds that still haven’t healed. she can be somewhat cold at times but that’s because people don’t truly understand her and her experiences. she can help you tap into your unconscious and become aware of the tools you need in order to heal. she also brings forth our shadow self, making us face those parts of ourself that we tend to shy away from. her main goal usually lies within the realm of having us let go of the things we truly have no control over. letting go of those things we cling so hard to gives us the freedom to heal and be happy with who we are and what we have.

pile 2

the deity that made their presence known for pile two is the egyptian goddess isis! she chose to make herself known through the temperance card. isis is the goddess of a multitude of things, including but not limited to healing, magic, fertility, and even motherhood. she is a goddess who is fiercely protective over her worshippers and even those who just casually work with her from time to time. she provides a very nurturing environment and makes you feel safe and warm inside.

she can help us hone in on our intuition and help give us the guidance we need to feel comfortable enough to share our intuitive gifts with others. she is also helpful when it comes to making decisions that might be difficult for us to fully comprehend, thus giving us the clarity we need to make the best decision for everyone involved. since she has that motherly spirit about her, she’s also strict when she needs to be. if she catches you procrastinating or losing motivation, she will put you in your place. she allows us to get into the habit of practicing moderation. she is very upfront about not wanting to deal with extreme behaviors or personalities, she wants to promote balance in any way that she can.

pile 3

the final deity that made their presence known is the norse god odin. he chose to make himself known through the magician card. now odin, just like isis and selene, has so many different facets about him but i’m going to try to limit myself for this collective reading. odin is the all father in norse mythology, he is the god of war and death, but also poetry and magic, hence him coming through as the magician!

odin is a great deity to reach out to do just about anything, but my experiences with him have to do with finding my own inner strengths and knowing when to reach out to others. i know that everyone’s experience is going to be different but those are just a few things he helped me with. moving forward, he can help us see what we aren’t seeing, he sees all and isn’t afraid to show us what we need to see. he can also help with learning to trust your own abilities and not having to rely too much on what other people think about. he can help us feel like we are truly capable and competent when it comes to knowing what steps we need to take to get to where we want to go. he also has a more parental aura about him like isis due to him being the all father. his wisdom and skills are very strong aspects of his and they tend to rub off on the people he works with.

if you’d like a more in depth reading i offer paid readings here!! i also have a tip jar if you’re feeling kind,, tips are not expected but they are very appreciated! any feedback is appreciated as well, i hope this reading was helpful to you in one way or another :)

#my readings #pac #pac reading #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #tarot #tarot reading #free tarot reading #collective reading #divination reading #tarotblr #tarot community #deity work #kemetic paganism #norse paganism #greek polytheism

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aisleyxshaw · 2 months

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Still shaky and vulnerable after her release from the hospital, Aisley tried to get her shopping done as fast as she could. She wanted to get home, away from the crowds of locals and tourists present to celebrate the summer festival. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been released until late afternoon, so she’d be stuck until after sunset. She would never escape the chaos.

A shiver ran through Aisley, and she paused, her eyes going wide as she made a slow turn to try and pinpoint what set off her senses. Something cold and dark and . . . unnatural seemed to be circling around town. Then came a flicker at the corner of her eye and she spun but found nothing there.

Then she felt a soft touch on her arm – soft, cold, and . . . oily. She went to pull away but suddenly found herself enveloped in smoke, the very touch a burning cold that poured into her, drowning any scream she might have made. Although she tried to fight it, block it, her shields and control had been damaged by the magical explosion at Jesse’s place. The damage – not having enough time to heal as yet – made her vulnerable to the unnatural creature flooding her mind.

No!

The creature inside her stretched, reveling in the feel of skin, bone, and muscle as it moved. “Such a lovely, lovely form,” her voice murmured. Aisley shoved at it, but only seemed to nudge it, and its laugh had a cold note of amusement. “Well, little toy, aren’t you the strong one? I can’t put you to sleep and you can’t force me out. Though . . .” It held up her hand and smiled as little sparks of green flickered over her fingers. “A green witch, and such a deep connection to nature. You should be able to fight me, little toy. What weakened you so?”

She felt it starting to comb through her memories, and panic gave her enough strength to push it away, feeling her eyes change, before slamming the door shut. No, you won’t use my mind against me! Or against them!

Again that cold laugh. “Oh, little toy. You should have gone to sleep, but I suppose it will be amusing to let you watch.” Her hands lifted again, and it used them to feel her skin – running her own hands along her arms and shoulders, down over her breasts to her waist and hips before another long stretch. “I believe we need another outfit, little toy, but then we’ll go see what fun we can find, hmm? You might actually regain enough strength to fight me before sunrise, and I want to enjoy myself first.” It gave a soft, wicked laugh. “Who knows, little toy, perhaps you might like it?”

Her insistent Never! simply got a mocking laugh even though she could feel her eyes change again.

It took advantage of the screaming and the fear to simply steal the dress of its choice and stripped down in the alley to change clothes. Aisley would have blushed if she’d still been in control. The demon didn’t care. “Much more comfortable,” it decided with an approving nod. While the dress wouldn’t have been Aisley’s first choice, the demon certainly seemed to approve of the fluidity and sense of movement. Plus, the draped elements gave it a sculptural and elegant look. “See, little toy, this is the kind of thing you should be wearing. You certainly have the figure and height for it.” With a slanted neckline, single shoulder, ruched detailing, and asymmetrical hemline, it showed off more skin than Aisley preferred – at least in town.

“Now, let’s go find some chaos, shall we, little toy?”

It didn’t take long to find a place to its liking, and Aisley could only bite back a mental groan as she realized where they were headed. She tried again to shake it loose, to break free, only to be slapped back.

“Not until I’ve had a little fun!”

The snarl hurt, and Aisley could only curl in and continue to nurture the small fire of her magic against a chance to break free when the demon within got distracted from keeping her locked away. If she watched for her moments, the fighting kept causing her eyes to change and that would hopefully give warning to whoever the demon might be playing with.

Strolling into Jukebox Junction, the creature using her body as its current costume smiled at the chaos breaking loose around them. It sidestepped a set of fighting patrons and wandered behind the bar to grab a bottle. “Whiskey,” it smiled. “Excellent idea.” Pulling itself up on the bar, it stretched out her bare legs and crossed them at the ankle. Then it took off the lid and took a long pull from the bottle before deciding to watch the show as people fought and broke anything they could lift.

Someone came running in and Aisley could only watch as the demon turned towards them with a beguiling smile. “Hello, love, come to watch the show?” it asked, leaning back against the wall.

#ravenshellishere #ravenspeakstart

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sepublic · 10 months

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I feel like during the thirty years between Eda being cursed and meeting Luz, there was more apprehension between mother and daughter than there was between sisters; At least that's the vibe I got. Obviously a lot of this can be attributed to Eda and Gwen having a very different dynamic than Eda and Lilith, because Gwen was an authority figure in Eda's childhood, which translates to her being perceived as a pestering, disapproving mother in adulthood.

Whereas with Lilith, even though Lily technically had seniority over Eda, Eda definitely had more agency between the two, taking the lead a lot more, which as we know contributed further to Lilith's whole complex. Plus they're sisters so they still remember being kids who got into mutual dumb fun and antics together. On another level, while Lilith and Gwen both expressed disapproval towards Eda during the thirty years, I think Eda took Gwen's to heart much more personally because it was over the curse, something she was much more insecure about (esp post-Raine breakup), whereas with her chosen wild witch lifestyle, Eda had zero regrets.

So even if Lilith was much more openly disparaging at times, it couldn't get to Eda like Gwen's well-intentioned efforts did, plus again; Gwen is Eda's mom and kids are typically more anxious about approval from parents than from siblings, especially when Eda didn't care for Lilith's approval on account of admittedly not respecting her that much. Lilith eventually DID offer to heal Eda's curse once Belos started promising post-series premiere, but the habit had only just begun and she backed off the first time, and when she tried again that was also when Luz got threatened, and we saw how enraged Eda was up until Lilith changed for her.

I just find it interesting how without even meaning to, Gwen hits so much closer to home than Lilith ever did with her explicit jabs; Because they're poking at different aspects of Eda that she has different levels of confidence about, and there's a different power dynamic in each relationship too. Gwen didn't have any sway over Eda by adulthood, but her role as a larger figure would've still been ingrained in Eda growing up, just as Lilith being an equal, sometimes subconsciously lower, peer was.

Hence, Eda wanting to bring things back to good old times with Lilith and how they used to be troublemaking partners in crime and Lily could only follow, never stop her, whereas with her mother, not so much when Gwen was much more effective at imposing rules in Eda's childhood, and as an adult, that was traded out for a whole 'nother issue. By the end of the day, Eda did react to Lilith with initial hostility in S1 before defaulting back to old dynamics, so I wonder if during the thirty-year gap, there were ever encounters with her mother that weren't all bad and even a little comforting? Like when Gwen learned King was adopted.

And though we did see Lilith did take potshots at Eda's curse from time to time, I also think that with Eda and Gwen, Eda always subconsciously relied on her parents to be nurturing, supportive figures, so it felt like a particularly stinging betrayal when Gwen made her feel ashamed over the curse; Whereas again, Eda always kinda downplayed and underestimated Lilith's vitriol as siblings being siblings, unaware of how there was legit resentment. So Eda was less dependent on Lilith's support on account of recognizing herself as the more forward one, and thus less hurt (at least until Agony of a Witch) VS a parent whose approval meant more...

Plus I think Gwen's obsession was linked to Dell being disabled by the curse and Eda knew it, so it felt like she'd already lost one parent, and now the other one was blaming her for it, thereby exacerbating Eda's particular guilt over all that and making Gwen's attempts to help feel so much more damaging. Meanwhile Lilith was less linked to their parents, which was also another big factor in her complex.

#the owl house #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #gwendolyn clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #character analysis

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nonbinaryspy · 16 days

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Cheren and Bianca are very effectively designed narrative foils. In their BW art, Bianca is cheerfully and somewhat absentmindedly greeting the world, while Cheren is more closed off and contemplative. Their BW2 art showcases their growth, with Cheren looking more open, vulnerable, and earnest than in the past, whereas Bianca looks more capable and comfortable with herself as she embraces the life she wants rather than the one her parents dictated. What I find so effective is that the details of their BW2 designs draw from each other's BW designs, demonstrating their mirrored arcs and their influence on each other.

The thing itching at my brain right now is their color schemes. The shade of blue he wears is directly opposite her shade of orange on the color wheel. Her shade of green and his shade of red admittedly aren't literal complementary colors, but they still complement each other quite well. But while her hair is blonde, Cheren's ranges from a very dark blue to black.

But hm, what's this?

His eyes are close to purple! In fact, this color is directly opposite her hair color. True childhood friends complete the color wheel together.

In BW2, though... He loses his red glasses while she gains a pair, and his tie clip is green, one of her colors. Red has many strong/passionate associations, whereas green is often considered a more healing/soothing color. On top of that, his design has significantly less black than before and has more white, whereas hers has less white than before and gains some black. Other than the obvious title reference, this also feels notable due to his name meaning black while hers means white.

This is to say nothing of him growing his hair out to a similar length/shape as hers (with segments that point down where hers point up), making Lillipup his ace (with Lillipup being the first Pokémon Bianca caught in BW, whereas Cheren caught Purrloin, previously giving him more of a cat-like association and her more of a dog-like association), and taking on a more nurturing mode as a teacher. Whereas he used to be more judgmental, thanks to his growth during BW, he is now shown to have a friendly, encouraging presence toward younger trainers in particular, such as the BW2 MC and Hugh, which is a role that Bianca shares as well.

Meanwhile, as an aspiring Pokémon professor, Bianca has arguably become the cast's resident know-it-all and travels around doing research on legendary Pokémon, quite an ambitious undertaking. The fact that she's now the one wearing glasses fits their stereotypical association with nerdiness/intelligence. Despite deciding not to focus on battles, she still participates in the Pokémon World Tournament. In Pokémas, she gets more serious about battling, in part due to Cheren's encouragement.

All of this despite them not even seeing each other in person between games. Channeling their childhood friend through the ether. Truly they're on some other level.

Jokes aside, none of this comes out of nowhere! In BW, around Icirrus City, he references confiding in her off-screen about his doubts re: his own priorities, and in his endgame speech, he lists her even before Alder as someone who influenced his growth (though of course, Alder's influence is also extremely important, along with the MC and others). As for Bianca, in addition to being inspired by career women(/girls) like Juniper, Elesa, and Iris, she mentions in Pokemas that it stuck with her in BW when Cheren defined strength as the ability to help others. That's spinoff canon, obviously, but very cute!

Another cute spinoff canon detail: in the same Pokemas event, Cheren frequently references the idea of 'taking a new step,' something Bianca values, and he also talks positively about the changes in them both. This despite the fact that in BW2, he mentions he prefers when things stay the same.

For contrast's sake, I want to bring up how the characters are introduced at the very beginning of BW. Juniper says about Cheren: "He can be a little difficult, but he's a very honest person." And re: Bianca: "She's a little flighty, but she works very hard." These descriptions make it seem like Cheren will represent the game's theme of truth, while Bianca will represent ideals, which would make sense with their archetypes. However, Bianca is actually the one who represents truth (the truth of what she can do, the truths she wants to learn about Pokémon), and Cheren is the one who represents ideals (his ideal of using strength to help people, the ideals he passes along as a teacher). Their introductions set up how important role reversal becomes to this dynamic. This Pokemas official art demonstrates this beautifully as well, with their BW and BW2 poses mirroring each other.

Honestly, I could keep making roundabout points, or I could just post Pokemas dialogues where she's talking about trying to keep up a win streak as a Neo Champion while he's talking about how important it is to be friends with your Pokémon.

Speaking of Pokemas, it's also worth mentioning that Bianca talks about how affirming it was to realize that she's her own person, with her own strengths and interests, and doesn't need to compare herself to her friends. <3 And again, these two meet many other people who impact their separate journeys. This is all more to say that as they go through their parallel coming-of-age stories, their influence on each other is so acute that they literally wear it on their sleeves.

So, do I have a point? Well. Mostly just that this, too, is yuri.

#pokemon #unova #rival bianca #bianca pokemon #cheren #rival cheren #dualrivalshipping #<- this analysis doesn't have to be read that way #but narrative foils color theory is ship talk. to me.

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bangtanphilee · 22 days

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࣪ ִֶָ☾.⋆.˚🦋༘⋆๋࣭⭑ֶֶָָ֢֢֢𖹭 HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK-ah࣪ ִֶָ☾.⋆.˚🦋༘⋆๋࣭⭑ֶֶָָ֢֢֢𖹭

𖹭 To the loveliest soul..

𖹭 To the personification of comfort, warmth, safety and love..

𖹭 Happiest birthday Jungkook-ah 𖹭

It's 00:00 (KST) now and just like that you turned a year older with me not even realising that a whole year has been passed..

I'm wish for you all the warmth, comfort, safety and love that I feel whenever I look at you..

I have never met you, never seen you in person, not even from distance, but your existence alone made me feel warm. Through screen you gave me more love and warmth than any other human around me gave.

I'd be wrong to say army loves you more when you love us more than we do for ourselves. You taught us self love, taught us passion, loved us for all our flaws, smiled at as, cried along with us, you've been with us through thick and thin, you never seen us as anything but family, you made us your own world of spring and summer, and became our spring that comes after winter.

I was never aware of the amount of love I had in me until you came into my life. Until you, I don't know that I could love so much, that I could even love without expecting anything in return. Love so pure that I wonder if I can ever love anyone else this way, cause it is only you that awakened this unconditional love in me that I otherwise didn't even know exists.

Everything feels alright when I look into your eyes, those big doe eyes, as taylor said : "starry eyes sparking up my darkest night", they spark up my life, the spark bringing warmth to my being, one look into your eyes and I would forget the whole world and smile, a smile so genuine that I wonder how long it has been ever since I did that.

Everything feels okay when I see you smile, your toothy grins and mischievous smirks only making me fall ever so deep for you, that I know I'm never getting out of this deep abyss of your love. That smile that melts all my worries away and stripes me off of my agony, that smile that warms me up inside out, that smile whenever I look at makes me giggle and kick my legs like a teenager with her first crush. That smile, it has the ability to heal something in me, something that has been brutally hurt and crying for help, something that even I couldn't nurture back to it's former state, is finally healing.

Did I said that your voice has the ability to literally calm my nerves, making me survive through days with a hopeful smile whenever I hear you, the voice that I hear to calm myself, the voice that let me go through nights of cries and overwhelming thoughts, it might not heal me overnight but your voice let's me survive through a night, survive the inner battles with my darkest and most horrifying demons of my own self.. no matter how exhausted I am, no matter how done i am with the world around me, your voice engulf me into a warm hug, telling me it'll be alright, giving my naive heart a hope to survive till the next sunrise, the safety I feel in your voice is something that I don't think even science could explain.. you're my comfort person, my safe space..

What can I even say, I might sound romantic or obsessed, people might judge me for being so in love with you, even I wondered if it's the right thing to do, but at the end it's inevitable, for me to fall for you is what I call fate. I might have my own phases of romanticizing life with you like every other fangirl did, but for me, and i suppose to all other armys, it's more than romanticizing, it's more than just a celebrity crush. It's a pure form of love beyond the limits of romance. We love you not romantically nor platonically..

We love you in an almost spiritual way, as if my soul, my entire being is cherishing your existence, cherishing your love for us, cherishing the bond we share with each other. I don't want our love for you to be ridiculed in any negative form, it's pure. We love you for who you are, just like how you love us for who we are, without judging us, without expecting anything from us, you gave us your love and in return we shall return every bit of love, warmth, safety, and comfort back to you with the same admiration we see in your eyes every time you look at us. If love can happen just because, no reasons, no expectations, no limits, then it is that same love that is flowing through every thread of the bond that is made between us.

I don't know what to say much, you don't even see this, but I'm overwhelmed, by the amounts of love you throw at us, by the abundant adoration your eyes leak for us, by the warmth and comfort your smile brings, and the safety you give to us.. it's overwhelming, in the bests ways possible, you're the best thing ever happened to me.

I think about you all the time and everytime I smile, that's the effect you had on me and the others. I don't know, that loving someone could feels this good, that loving someone means being loved equally, that being loved is the bests feeling ever. Now that i get to experience this because of you, I guess I'm never ever loving you any less again, not for a lifetime would my love decrease a bit, nor can I love anyone like I love you.. I love in ways I never know I can..

Everything reminds me of you..

spring.. sky.. sun sets.. moon.. stars.. breeze.. clouds.. rustling leaves.. flying birds.. street lights.. rain.. hills.. my favourite music.. Ice cream on a summer afternoon..

A tight warm hug.. a safe space.. a home..

I associate every good thing in life with you..

Because everything reminds me of you..

You're in everything I love..

You're everything that I love..

And so I repeated the words love, warmth, comfort and safety, many times and that's cause these words remind me of you, they remind me of the feeling flutters inside me whenever i think about you. You're just a person made of everything that brings joy to my being.. Thank you for existing, thank you for making me know that love is a great thing that can ever happen to anyone.. so kook, please live happily, and safely.. for my own happiness is bound to yours.. own peace is when you're fine and happy along with your family and hyungs and your loved one's.. so kookie, at last I'm running out of words to describe my love, nothing is ever enough than love itself.. so..

I love you.. I purple you.. I really love you..

So Jungkook-ah.. once again..

Happiest birthday..

𖹭𖹭𖹭

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simslegacy5083 · 3 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 102: Happy to Report

After Love Day Noemi entered her third and final trimester and couple returned to Dr. Valasquez’s office for their last therapy session.

Seeing the comfortable maternity ensemble Noemi was wearing and the pair’s attitude of relaxed intimacy filled their therapist with joy and a sense of accomplishment. It looked like some of her advice might have born fruit. She smiled, starting the session with a leading observation.

“The two of you look very happy today.”

Luigi, unable to contain his excitement, kicked things off, exclaiming “we’re getting married!”.

As Noemi shyly held up her hand to show off the ring, he outlined for their therapist the lovely Love Day date his family had orchestrated for them and how after getting engaged he’d finally come to terms with the pregnancy and the new life it represented.

Dr. Velasquez offered congratulations. “I’m so happy for you both. That attitude seems very healthy and will set you up nicely for the birth.”

She next turned to Noemi, who was trying to readjust herself into a more comfortable position on the small sofa.

“You look wonderful. Has the new wardrobe helped you feel better about your pregnant body?”

Noemi sighed. “After a lifetime spent eating healthy and exercising to keep in shape, seeing myself so thick and round in the mirror is still not fun. Lu helps a lot though. He’s always telling me I’m beautiful and desirable, and very good about proving his words through action!”

“Another thing that helped a lot,” She continued, “was hearing that the baby was doing great at my last prenatal appointment. I might not love my new curves, but the most important thing is that my body is doing what it needs to do to nurture my little boy.”

“I could certainly do without the back pain I’ve been having, even if Lu’s a real sport about applying the kinesiology tape the midwife group told us to try.” He jumped in with a grin: “It’s fun. Artsy sort of. I bought extra because that stuff has some even more fun uses in the bedroom.”

Noemi chuckled. “And it’s handy in the robot lab too. Pretty much the only thing I can’t use it for is its original purpose, until I can return to the gym.”

Dr. Velasquez said that was all good to hear, though she cautioned Noemi to work her way back into an exercise routine slowly.

“It will take time for your body to heal and bounce back after birth. For now, you could always get out for a nice walk, if it feels good. With summer right around the corner the weather should be perfect for relaxing strolls around the city.”

She turned back to Luigi “It sounds like you’ve been making good progress on helping and learning to put your loved ones first, do you agree?”

“As much as I can,” he admitted, “although I’m still focused on my finals and the big game. It does feel surprisingly great to take care of Noemi.” He reached over and squeezed her hand, wondering if the secret to Papa Jack’s dedication was his focus on enjoying the happiness of others.

Luigi’s comment about finals led to a discussion of graduation and preparations for the little person that would be joining them shortly thereafter.

The couple told the doctor that they’d picked a name for their son and begun planning for his nursey but hadn’t set anything up yet.

They planned to be settled in Sulani before he was born, and getting ready for finals was taking up most of their spare time these days. After graduation they’d have time to get their ducks in a row, as neither of them intended to start work until after the baby was born.

“Wait, you haven’t nailed down any of the logistics of your actual move yet?” Dr. Velasquez asked.

The sheepish look they both gave answered the question. “We wanted to, but we’ve been too busy to figure out the details.”

“I suggest you start lining up support for your move now.” the therapist said “Noemi will be in the home stretch at that point and not in a position to help as much as she might like. You’ll want to be ready for when the baby arrives, and you have a whole new set of circumstances to adjust to.”

“Your future selves will thank you for every bit of planning you do now.”

With a glance at the clock the doctor continued “It looks like our final session is wrapping up, but please remember that I’m always available if you need to talk through anything in your new life as parents, professionals, and beachside homeowners.”

Luigi helped Noemi to her feet and they both thanked Dr. Velasquez for everything. This unexpected pregnancy had presented them with its fair share of challenges but working through their feelings and concerns with the help of a professional had made a huge difference.

They left her office that day nervous but excited for the future.

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aortaobservatory · 10 months

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hi AO!! i would love to hear ur take on the life aspect, and maybe some of the ways it can ghost other aspects!

Certainly! The Life Aspect is very interesting. There's quite a bit to it that I feel gets misunderstood or overlooked.

Life is another aspect that I feel gets flattened down into something misunderstood, and I think this might partly be because its inverse is poorly understood. Ironically enough, I did not understand Life until I understood Doom. Where Doombound are commiserators of suffering, Lifebound are celebrators of comfort, joy, and pleasure.

From The Extended Zodiac, I pulled these keywords from the Life Aspect description. These would be the "canon" traits; they are what I adhere to when analyzing, but it should also be understood that this concept encompasses much more to do with than these keywords. Its "vibe", if you will, is much more than what is written.

TEZ Life Keywords: Healers, betterment of everyone, growth, progress, empathetic, medicinal, therapeutic, advisors, listeners, caretakers, nurturers, (passive aggressive, pushy)

The keywords I chose to represent Life are "Growth, Perseverance, Empathetic, Healing". This aspect, like all the other aspects, is inherently neutral. It is not good or bad, but has the potential to be either.

Life is about celebration, and finding the joy in being alive. It is euphoria in existence. It can be the joy children feel just going out into the world, or it can be finding a safe space and finally feeling comfortable enough to exist. It is allowing yourself to grow, acknowledging the wrongs and mistakes of yourself or others towards you and healing from them to grow. It is persevering onward into a better version of yourself, or a better version of the world for yourself and for others. Something that comes to mind are Pride Parades, in that they are a celebration of everyone present and pushing for the positive progress towards acceptance. This example will not apply to everyone, but I feel as though Life is also the euphoria of being transgender in some way and hearing your correct name and pronouns be used to refer to you.

This is why Lifebound "grow bitter when they feel their own self-care has had to be shunted aside"; they will push for the growth of not only others, but themself as well. If they are not allowed to grow because they are busy healing and helping everyone else and receiving no breaks to themself, they will most certainly become unpleasant to be around, as I'm certain most people will when their boundaries are not respected.

We can see this very much in canon with Feferi, Witch of Life (Active Changer), who repeatedly has her boundaries disrespected by Eridan, and ends up snapping at him. Feferi is also often referred to as a bubbly and excited character; she celebrates life all around her by taking care of her cuttlefish and her Horrorterror lusus equally. We don't very much get to see this with Meenah and The Condesce, who are Thieves of Life (Active Allocators), nor with Jane, who is a Maid of Life (Passive Enhancer), and I am inclined to blame it on their classes. Thieves don't understand the value of their aspect, but they lack it and fiercely want it despite that, while Maids rely on others for their aspect. Meenah and The Condesce do not understand the value of Life, but take it anyways; this is why Meenah is obsessed with money (a very surface level metaphor for Life, growing wealth, money can buy many things required to live, etc.), and why the Condesce's Alternia positively reeks of Doom; she stole all the Life from it. Jane, meanwhile, is trapped, controlled, and forced to rely on the Life others have set out for her; she doesn't get to figure out what Life means for her until much, much later.

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Rowena MacLeod Fluff Alphabet

A = Aroma (What do they smell like?)

Rowena smells like gardenias and freshly brewed green tea.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

Rowena will use pet names likely more than your own given/chosen name. She’ll call you dear, sweetheart, sometimes pet or love. And it’s just icing on the cake for her if her little pet names leave you flustered.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She’s not one to say she likes or wants cuddles, but she is a cuddly sleeper. You’ll find her curled up close to you, or a limb draping across your body in the middle of the night.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would they think about living together?)

It’s not the first thing to cross her mind, but she certainly wouldn’t mind having a constant partner to really share her life with. There’s part of her that doesn’t want to be ‘tied down’, but a bigger part of her longs for that sort of companionship and domesticity.

E = Emotion (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She can be pretty affectionate when it suits her. She isn’t overly fond of PDA, but will engage in a bit of it around people she’s comfortable with. In private she does love showing her affection mostly with physical touch and words of affirmation.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

She’s a very smooth flirt. Even without any sort of aid from her magic, she can charm almost anyone.

G = Gifts (Are they a gift giver? What kind of gifts do they give?)

Rowena does like to bestow gifts on you, a lot of the time without any sort of warning. Simply because she saw it, thought of you, and brought it home. It doesn’t matter in the slightest what it is, she just decided you needed it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She’s not an everyday hugger. If she’s going to hug someone, she best mean it. Reunions is when she prefers a good hug. If you’ve been apart for too long, she really just wants to hold you in her arms for a moment.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

That doesn’t come quickly with Rowena. You’re most likely to finally hear her say it out loud when danger is imminent. She might have felt it for ages before that, but it’s that moment where she could lose you that she can finally admit it out loud.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She can get a bit jealous, and anyone who gets too cozy with you can expect a hex bag in their future.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Rowena’s kisses vary from quick pecks on the lips, peppering your face in a thousand little kisses, or something far more passionate. Regardless, she absolutely does not hold back.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want some of their own?)

She’s decent with children, maybe a bit stiff and impatient at times, but she’s really not all that bad. As much as she sometimes wishes she could have a do over with Crowley, she really doesn’t picture having another child.

M = Meet (How did they meet you?)

Working with the Winchesters, of course. You picked up a case, called them, and it turned out that they needed someone with Rowena’s level of magic and boom, there she was.

N = Nurture (Are they good at taking care of you if you’re hurt/sick?)

She can be. She’ll often just cure/heal you if she has a spell for it. If for some reason that’s not an option, she will take care of you, no doubt, but her bedside manner can occasionally be a bit lacking.

O = Out (What’s a typical date night with them like?)

A nice, expensive restaurant, the absolute best wine or champagne they have, a lot of heavily innuendoed flirting and usually, if you’re feeling up for it, a trip back with her to wherever she happens to be staying at the time.

P = Propose (When do you/they propose? How does the proposal go?)

You propose because you know Rowena deserves a great proposal in her life. So you plan something elaborate. Pretend it’s a case, play along until at the very end it’s just you there where the monster should be, down on your knee with an exquisite ring asking her to marry you. She’s so surprised and touched she even cries a little.

Q = Quirk (What small habit/feature/quirk do they have that you find especially endearing?)

The way she cannot take a compliment. She flirts and banters with ease, but when she’s given just a flat out sincere compliment, she doesn’t seem to know what to do. Sometimes she smiles and looks down, other times her cheeks will flush and she’ll tuck her hair behind her ear in order to just do something.

R = Routine (What does a typical day together look like? Routines, schedules, habits?)

Rowena is not an early riser, so the smell of breakfast usually wakes her. Then she has quite the beauty routine, that you often watch part of as you get ready for the day yourself. She also loves when you help her pick out what to wear, even if she doesn’t end up going with your choice in the end.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

She’s very protective once she’s decided she likes you enough. She can’t say when that happened, but she will literally insert herself between you and danger, providing you a magical shield of sorts.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, etc?)

It will always seem like she’s gone above and beyond, but really it hardly takes her any effort to arrange something special. She knows all the strings to pull to have everything be minimal hassle and maximum reward.

U = Unique (What’s something they’d only do for you?)

Teach you magic. Really teach you. She’s given pointers to Sam and Dean before, but with you, she’s immersed in the actual act of helping. Magic is precious to her and so are you.

V = Vulnerable (How long does it take them to feel comfortable being vulnerable around you?)

A good long time. She takes a while to trust anyone and despite how friendly you may be, she’ll keep her guard up for a good length of time before even letting you have a peek inside.

W = Wardrobe (What would they wear to impress you?)

Rowena can wear anything and impress you. She can pull of any style or color. But the one thing that really wowed you was seeing her dressed casually for the first time. It really let you see a different side of her.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She actually enjoys cooking together. It’s not something people expect from her, but she has some treasured recipes that she loves to make and share with her partner.

Y = You (What are some things they would like in a partner?)

Someone who is patient, open to new things and has a sense of humor. If you can’t wait for her to come to you or keep up with her both in general and intellectually, then she probably won’t let the relationship last.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

For as little as she is, she sure has a way of taking up even the biggest of beds. She doesn’t tend to toss and turn, except when having a nightmare, but she does sprawl out regardless.

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Lesbian Courtney anon, oh I am sorry about Blaineley x Courtney ship. I didn't mean to say they get to together but more of sisterhood on set of movie plot then they get their own romances like Blanineley with her own oc or another character of her age. And Courtney maybe realizing romance is wonderful, you know what is better? Being herself and having friends/mentors that actually care about her,

I just get upset sometimes that we- some- or even me sometimes make Courtney suffer a lot for the plot or so called the one! For the name of romance but the truth is we forget her agency, her Courtney self from TDI to ALL-Stars, and I think is troubling for a little girl growing up watching that since I watched as a child.

Courtney deserves better with along the other characters.

I wish you all the best and well.

I love Courtney but I really wished she in canon or lesbian fandom Courtney been treated more better not so seen like villain without arc of growth or just disrespect so often for angst instead we shove Duncan, Gwen, Heather, Scott, and whoever to 'save her' or 'fix her and show who to care/love in general'. I like to think we or Courtney is old enough to just realize I don't need to be pity and saved. I need to grow, heal on my own as well as get comforted by someone who cares and loves me doesn't need to marry me somehow end of the day.

Courtney has a lot of range as a character but hitting Duncan and yelling like him is a no go because it not safe type of love or system to treat people, yet the writers did it as be joke. The joke which is a problem more in society standards of trauma bonding relationships or two teenagers clearly love each other but need more mental health and their parents to put more nurture into them. It shouldn't be funny but sadly this kids' cartoon were farts, throwing up, hitting, and other things are supposed to be silly haha hehe no brain thoughts but come on? Really making Courtney the villain and it states in the Duncan wiki that he is on the creators' favorites like Duncan get arc of grow and oh it's okay he can be loved but nor the crazy ex trope. I think and believe both Duncan and Courtney didn't deserve that as a couple as well as their own characters.

Heck Duncan even loved Courtney being like that with him until they chose to rewrite their characters once more just for the Duncan and Gwen situation to happen which didn't need to happen in my opinion. Because it could be better for plot if Alejandro and Tyler be rivals somehow like Tyler struggling warn the others aa well as help Heather with Alejandro trying use the girls in the plane. Then Alejandro someone blaming all on Tyler as Heather lost her other ally and somewhat male healthy friendship a long the way.

Then Courtney vs. Heather vs. Alejandro for the 3rd season, get my vision? Heather sure wants Alejandro but puts it side with Courtney who was used by Alejandro then they work together to defend him against winning!

Bam it's Heather vs. Courtney but Courtney feels hollow not really in the game in it anymore her relationship with Duncan is more stable or they couldn't save it depends on the fan I guess, her growing friendship with Gwen is rocky since she left and took Gwen out the game, and now she might win! She has that AH moment maybe money not that worth it if the game made her power hungry.

Anyway, that's my code of choice saying Courtney I love you and sorry for being a shitty write on your character at times, and all girls of total drama deserve why better that being connected to a man/boy to make them better.

Shout to lesbians and those who write lesbian Courtney I l0ve you too. But please be better to my girl Courtney... stop dragging Scott and Duncan into it?!

Maybe make Courtney barely out the closet lesbian and her gay roommates who are dating and happened to be her supportive ex boyfriends Scott/Duncan? They can be good friends over time not oh scary evil Exes!

If I make no sense I didn't sleep well and I lost my glasses if misspellings

I love you hehe

Fight me fandom who dare make Courtney out to be so unlovable and abusive too. We can say the same thing about Duncan guess what!

THEY WERE TEENS, UNDER SO MUCH STRESS, AND PROBABLY HEAD INJURINGS, ETC.

If you in a abusive relationship it's never you fault either and don't stay with them please no matter what, you don't need be the toxic couple like kids' cartoon made your favorite ship to be!

Hello hello Lesbian Courtney anon, this is mod emma and I will say I do understand but I wish your ask was more specific about it as Blaineley and Courtney making a movie together and falling in love apart as without any context or anything makes it sound more of a romantic thing. I do hope that in the near future it’s more clear. 😇

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#total feminism takes #total drama #mod emma #td courtney #lesbian Courtney anon #td gwen #td heather #td duncan #td scott #td alejandro #td tyler

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