#but just going home and waiting for the bird to die? has to stop

[pigeon-behavior]

Please, don't pick birds up off the street if you do not have a plan to get them medical care. Hell, just don't. So many people grab birds that are young and simply waiting for mom and dad to come home. It's so easy to be wrong.

And if you don't have a plan to get a seriously ill bird medical treatment by a professional, please know what that means. Do not apply an anthropomorphic lens. Extending the life of a bird that is going to die, no matter what you do, doesn't give it some extra meaning or enrich the memory of the bird or make it poetic or however you might be viewing it with rose-colored glasses.

It's an extension of suffering. It's not beautiful. It's wrong. Don't pick up a bird you are not prepared to deal with paying a vet to euthanize. Or a rehabber, if you're lucky. You HAVE to have access to a humane end for these poor things before you pick them up and drag their pain out another 3 days.

I know people just want to help. I beg you to recognize when that is possible and ethical, in the best interests of the creature you want to help.

This is just a general plea. I see a lot of picked up pigeons and a similarly large quantity of poor decisions surrounding those pickups.

Have a plan, a plan that is RIGHT FOR THE BIRD, or keep moving.

Sometimes decisions aren't easy.

[inbabylontheywept]

Soviet Birds.

The secret facility that I work in has holes in the ceiling. We don't know how to get them fixed.

We tried asking the government to fix it, once. We told them that the holes in the older parts of the facility had gotten large enough to fit birds through, and that birds were getting through, and that, perhaps, a Soviet Spy could fit through as well.

After all, it is well known that Soviet Spies and pigeons are approximately the same diameter.

Our hope was that that this vague and nonsensical threat would put a little fire under Uncle Sam's feet. If the fed couldn't be bothered to give a shit about the giant gaping holes in the roof of our facility, perhaps they could be persuaded to give a shit about... Soviet Spies.

This attempt at manipulation 100% blew up in our faces.

See, the government does not need to be persuaded to give a shit about Soviet Spies. It still wakes up most nights, drenched in cold sweat, terrified and confident that a Soviet Spy is hiding in their nightstand. If it sees a rock on the ground, it flips it over, pistol drawn, ready to shoot the Soviet Spy it fully expects to slither out from underneath. Which is to say: The government is crazy. So when we dropped those two words - inflitration risk - in the repair request, they came in guns-a-blazin'.

Does that mean that they fixed the roof? Of course not. Don't be stupid. No, instead of performing basic maintenance, they installed a state of the art alarm system throughout the facility - lasers, sonar, the works - and told us to always be on the guard. Because of the roof holes.

Then they left.

So now we had an extremely good alarm system... and birds. Which have combined in incredibly obvious and predictable ways to produce an unending fountain of problems.

For Example: About once a month, someone gets called in by the local airforce dispatch because AAAAAAAAAAA a Spy is in the Rad Lab! We're all gonna die! Except every time, it's a bird. And I get why we have to check, but every time, the dispatcher is panicked and the person going out has to be like listen, listen: It's a bird. It's always a bird. It's been a bird every month for the last fifteen years. It will be a bird next month. All this stress? Bad for your heart.

Second Example: Sometimes, birds get in while we're actually working. And when it's in the morning, you know, it's a nuisance, and it stops testing (we are not going to risk irradiating a bird) but it's not an all-hands-on-deck situation because it doesn't take ten hours to get a bird out. But surprisingly often, the bird gets in riiiiight at closing time, and in that situation, everyone goes feral because nobody can leave until the alarm is set, and we cannot set the alarm while the bird is there, because the bird would immediately trigger it and then we'd have to stay another 4 hours to confirm that it was not a Soviet Bird.

So in order to go home, everyone's top priority is Get That Bird. And we have a system for it.

Step 1: The test stands tend to be located in rooms with 30+ foot ceilings. We can't catch birds in places like that - so we have to lure the bird into the relatively low ceilinged (8 feet only) upper offices.

We do this by turning all the lights off in the test rooms, then putting floodlights by the exits. I don't know why this works - some kind of evolutionary brain fragment shared by both Bugs and Birds - but work it does. The birds almost always follow after the lights. From there, it’s just two guys moving the floodlight and a third guy to turn off the lights.

Step 2: Everyone else has been waiting for this step. There is this long stairway up from the basement level into the offices, and in the final stage, the floodlights are brought to the base of the stairwell to bring the bird up. At the top of the steps there will be a group of tennish people, waiting for the signal. The light guys will set up the final transfer, everyone will tense, and then, swish...a bird will flit up the stairs and into the offices.

It's like watching werewolves on a full moon. Before the bird cometh, we are engineers. Nerds. Pale and skinny things, trembling under the fluorescent lights. After the bird, we are beasts. Feral, gnawing things, glowing under the orange sunrise of the 70's halogen floodlights.

And like all beasts, we cannot help but give chase.

Step 3: The were-engineers begin the hunt. The goal at the start is not really to catch the bird - just exhaust it. So the pack simply does not relent. Because the stakes are going home on time, the group is basically given free reign to go anywhere in the building. If someone's door is open, and the bird goes inside, they're going to have to deal with ten sweaty panting maniacs leaping around their office. They don't get to say that they're busy, or remark on how all this movement is a terrible distraction. They are allowed to sit in silence during the chaos, and perhaps thank the war party for chasing the bird while they sat comfortably on their ass. This has been explained several times, and it will continue to be explained until cooperation is achieved.

Anyway.

The chase can go on for quite some time. Sometimes, the bird will get tired and find a crevice to hide in, where it can then be reached through standard cornered-bird catching techniques.

Other times, it will slow down enough that someone can actually yoink it out of the air. But this will go on until someone catches the bird and triggers Step 4.

Step 4: The Finale. This is the get-the-bird-out-of-the-building stage, and it requires someone to adopt a specific role: To Become the Sacrificial Vessel of Bird Removal.

This job is both coveted and feared. It's coveted, because holding a wild bird in one's hands is a precious thing. To feel how small, and fragile, and scared it is, only to free it from the building? That is what it's like to be a benevolent God. But the cost! Oh, the cost. The entire time the Vessel is in motion, the bird will be biting the hell out of their fingers. And I cannot emphasize enough just how painful bird bites are. Their entire face is a set of needle posed pliers, and they know tricks the even the cartels haven't figured out yet. So there's always a little hubbub about who shall be The Vessel while onlookers, stranded outside The Office of Bird Capture, can only look on. Quiet arguments and pleas are heard, little fragments of fear and pride and glory trickling out of room like the silver dust left behind in a bag of well shook quarters. The sound of concensus is silence, and the argument will go on until that's all that's left. And then, from the darkness of the final office, the chosen sacrifice will step forward: Hands gently cupped, tears streaming down their face, fingers trembling from the pain of the ongoing bird chomps.

And this scene is what organizes people. Not leadership, not truly. No one can think and coordinate a crowd while their fingers are being attacked with a combination nutcracker/ear piercer. But the crowd sees the suffering of their annointed, and it is driven to do everything poossible to make the process flow. People instinctively flair out, finding the fastest path outside. Doors are held open. Paths are cleared. Someone, somehow, always knows the way forward and can describe it to the sufferer. Left, left, forward. Corner closet. Yep, there's a hall in there. Forward. Two-hundred more feet man, you're doing great. Just hold it together a little longer. You're killing it.

Then the final door swings open, and the bird flees out into what remains of daylight. And yet, even here, the deed is not yet done. I cannot explain it in words, but the crowd that helped is never content until they can see and speak on the Bird Vessel's wounds. They all have to pull the fingers back and see what was given. Estimate the price: One day to get better - No, three - No, a week! Are you blind? Do you see that blood blister? -Yeah, that's not going away anytime soon - Damn, can you believe how feisty those things are? Like wolves without teeth.

(They cannot help but touch as they go. It has always been this way. Even Thomas was not content until he felt the wounds in Christ's hands.)

Only when the last of the helpers has seen, and commented, and commended, will the engineers scatter. It is their return from the underworld that announces to the sun living surface dwellers that they too can go home. (@somerunner tolja it needed to be a post.)

[thistle-wrote]

Johns Bird

F!Reader X John Price CW: Age gap relationship, kind of Dub-con, major manipulation on John's part, emotional abuse, coercion, explicit sexual content, power imbalance, controlling behavior, JOHN IS TOXIC AND A TOTAL ASSHOLE PLEASE NOTE THAT BEFORE READING.

Pt two to this because one person asked me for it and I give into peer pressure very easily.

John shut the front door behind him, locking it as he entered his home. He knew where his bird was; she’s always in the same place when he got home.

“Hi, little girl,” John spoke, entering the kitchen, leaning against the granite countertop. For a second, he looked down at his feet, noticing he’d tracked dirt through the house. That’s fine. She’ll clean it up.

“Hi,” came her mumbled response as she looked up at him, smiling. She never seems to get tired of his homecoming, never irritated by the prospect of constantly cooking for and cleaning up after a grown man.

“What are you cooking, pet?”

He began crossing the kitchen, standing behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders, effectively trapping her in.

“Just chicken.” Truth be told, he couldn’t actually care less what she was cooking, it’s always good and as long as he doesn’t have to do it, he’s satisfied.

“Good girl.” She has always responded well to soft cooing and praise. He watched as her little cheeks flushed, and her lips quirked upwards. God, he loved her. He had been so patient, waited so long for her that once he got her, he took what he wanted all at once.

“I wanted to ask.” She began wiggling underneath his grasp, turning to face him.

“Mhm,” John hummed, looking down at her big doe eyes. She’s been so good since he got her. She does what she’s told, she doesn’t fight, she doesn’t argue.

“I want to go out with my friends tonight.” Immediately John felt his mood sour. He hates her friends. Does she not remember how they ended up in bed together all those months ago in the first place? Her friends left her alone in that bar. Stupid girl she doesn’t know what’s good for her.

She, of course, noticed the change, a very perceptive little thing. “Shouldn’t be going out, love,” John added. If he spoke to her too sternly, she cried. If he was too lenient, she didn’t behave. He’d found a way over the last months to keep her where he wanted her, without her babbling or tears flowing. 

“But it’s Emma’s birthday and...” John watched her words die in her throat. She doesn’t typically beg or plead, especially not when John gives her the look he just had, the furrowed brow and hard stare. Doesn’t she realize he saved her? Doesn’t she realize he’s all she needs?

“Now, bunny rabbit, what kind of man would I be if I just let a sweet little thing like you wander around drunk and alone with a bunch of girls?” John has learned a lot of things in his nearly 40 years of life. One of them: you don’t just simply allow girls who look like her to go out by themselves. John may be many things, but he’s not stupid.

“But I can handle myself.” 

“No, love, you can’t.” 

Despite her frustrated expression, she conceded and went back to cooking dinner like a good girl. He hates seeing that little pouty lip she gives him. It’s not that he doesn’t trust her, no it’s not that at all. It’s just he doesn’t trust everyone else. She’s spacey, she doesn’t pay attention to her surroundings, and anything could happen to his sweet thing if he’s not watching her. 

…………………………

As the evening went on, she was quieter than usual, she doesn’t often act like a brat, John Price doesn’t do brats. But despite his authority and desire to simply do what is best for her, she does pout. Although not in the way most do, it’s still pouting. The quiet way she sat on the couch reading her book, not tucked under his arm, not chatting his ear off.

“Birdie girl?” John said, lighting the cigar in his hand, watching her as she sat peacefully. 

“Yes sir?” Her gaze moved from her book to his eyes. Eye contact. Good fuckin’ bird. 

“You going to stop pouting anytime tonight?” The question, while rhetorical, was more of a demand for her to wipe the pout off her face than anything.

“I’m not pouting.” She whined. Like nails on a chalkboard, that tone. He’s not being mean to the girl; he’s just protecting her. She has to understand that.

“Come sit.” He didn't leave much room for argument. He just leaned back further into the couch, manspreading a little bit more, giving her a place to sit.

Despite her clearly being upset with him, she listened, putting her bookmark in her book and setting it down on the arm of the couch. She crawled across the sectional to find her spot on his lap. He took a drag of his cigar before speaking, not bothering to try and keep the smoke from her face.

“You know why I don’t want you to go?” John asked, placing his free hand on her thigh. She simply shook her head. John took that as his cue to explain. As much as he believed she should just trust him, shouldn’t need an explanation, he’d give her one if it would stop her attitude. 

“Your friends aren’t good to you, bird. They leave you alone. Remember when we met, all those months ago? You told me you wanted better friends; you got me instead. I am here to protect you, to keep you away from things that could hurt you. That means away from your little friends, and away from the wandering eyes of the men who’ll no doubt be in that bar.”

“But I…” She started before John quickly interrupted.

“Let me finish, little girl” she nodded, letting her head fall to rest against his shoulder. She may be upset, but she’s still his sweet bunny. John moved his hand from her thigh to her head, resting it against her hair. He spoke again.

“I know you want to have fun, but I have to keep you safe, love.” 

“I know.” She nodded against his shoulder. The resignation in her voice was enough to chub his cock. Such a sweet girl.

“We can have fun at home, you know,” John said, taking another drag from his cigar, this time blowing it directly into her face. She likes it.

…………………………

There was always one surefire way to both keep his woman happy and make sure she’s being good. Who needs friends or birthday parties when you have a bed you share with your boyfriend, pretty girl? 

“J-John.” She tried. She failed. John may be at least a decade her senior but he’s not old; he can hold out a long time if that means keeping her quiet.

“Can’t even talk, huh?” John let out a condescending chuckle as he continued to rut into her. Her knees pushed to her shoulders. God, she’s so pretty like that, overstimulated and tired.

He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips when, for the fifth time, he felt her walls tighten around him, squeezing him as her eyes rolled back and her body spasmed. 

“There you go, puppy.” He cooed at her, truly like a little pet. She acts out sometimes, but in the end, she always ends up right back here, doing exactly what he tells her. She let out a soft little whimper at the overwhelming feeling.

“Don’t start fussing now, baby. You wanted to have fun, remember? There you go, that’s a good girl.” She was too fucked out to respond; she just babbled some incoherent nonsense. Despite her brain obviously having shut off, her eyes glazed over, and small tears of pleasure pricked at the corners. His pace was unrelenting, brutal. 

She needed a reminder, on occasion, exactly why she behaves for him. “Come on, pretty. You can give Daddy one more.” And she did, two more actually. He continued to push himself in and out of her sweat cunt until he could no longer hold out.

“Gonna fill you so full, sweet girl.” John groaned as he released himself into her. He felt her tight, puny little grip on his shoulder as he did. 

Once his hips stopped rocking into her, he pulled his now softening cock from her pretty hole, watching as the remnants of their “love" leaked from her. 

When he pulled her to lay on top of him, he let out a satisfied sigh as she snuggled into him.

“No more asking to go out, I can give you everything you need right here.” She nodded, he knew she’d heed that warning.

…………………………

CoD Masterlist

[mononijikayu]

immortal sukuna who — in your third life (1).

immortal sukuna masterlist

immortal sukuna who has been waiting a century for your return, slowly forgetting what you look every little thing about you.

immortal sukuna who loses himself as time goes by, aimlessly roaming in a life that never seems to end.

immortal sukuna who finds himself unable to die, no matter what he does even though his wish was to be with you in the after life.

immortal sukuna who becomes embroiled in bloody wars of conquest, aimlessly leading himself to battle in hopes to die with visions of your smile.

immortal sukuna who is continually disappointed that no matter the slash, the gash, the wound - he continues to live.

immortal sukuna who finds himself without purpose or ambition, not even emotion as he felt disappointment that it was not his blood that spills for death.

immortal sukuna who finds himself losing count of how many battles he had fought and how many disappointments he had about living without you.

immortal sukuna who found himself having power of a lord and yet lamented that it was not the power to bring you back to life.

immortal sukuna who leads an aimless and empty life as a lord, drinking the sorrows of forgetting the pitch of your voice.

immortal sukuna who tries to obsessively remember how to say your name over and over after he forgot about it one time.

immortal sukuna who is invited to court by the emperor, but he would prefer to sit in the quiet of the wilderness to find a bird that hummed the way you once did.

immortal sukuna who does not want to exist in this sort of world, but he had no where to be when home died with you a long time ago.

immortal sukuna who finds himself stopping at his tracks as he enters the emperor's courtyard.

immortal sukuna who thinks that he remembers the melody that laughter that booms across the koi pond.

immortal sukuna who dashes far from his direction without a care in the world, like a moth to a flame.

immortal sukuna who slowly stops as he finds the sunlight burst through the world anew.

immortal sukuna who finds that same face, those same warm eyes, those same curiousity as you look at him.

immortal sukuna who does not know what to do or say as you slowly approach him with those same tender steps.

immortal sukuna who thinks that he's remembering how sweet and lively your voice sounded like all those years ago.

immortal sukuna who could feel the air punched from his lungs as you stood right in front of him.

immortal sukuna who found himself faced with the impossible as another man's voice rang through the koi pond.

immortal sukuna who found heartbreak at the adored love in your voice as you called back to the man.

immortal sukuna who found that broach upon your hair, something similar to the one had wed you with a hundred years ago.

immortal sukuna who realized just as quickly that you were someone else's beloved bride, no longer his.

immortal sukuna who found your gaze turn back at him as you introduced yourself with a smile on your face.

immortal sukuna who doesn't know if he was going to laugh or cry at the twist of fate for you and him.

immortal sukuna who smiles back at you, his eyes filled with overflowing emotion as he introduces himself to you.

immortal sukuna who says your name with praise as though it was the incantation to worship a goddess.

immortal sukuna who finds you with a pleased look in your face as you blushed so beautifully.

immortal sukuna who knows that you were being polite to him, the married woman you were.

immortal sukuna who felt his heart break as you say farewell to him and joined the man you call husband.

immortal sukuna who wonders if living this long was worth it if you two were not going to be together.

immortal sukuna who stands there for a long time, letting the sakura blossoms drift in the wind.

immortal sukuna who waited a hundred years and his wish to have you again had been granted in the crulest of fashions.

immortal sukuna who felt tears rush down his face, mourning the grief of cruel fate that now curses you both apart.

[yurinaa-world]

"𝑅𝑒𝓅𝓊𝓃𝓏𝑒𝓁 𝑅𝑒𝓅𝓊𝓃𝓏𝑒𝓁 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝒟𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Moze, Jing Yuan, Aventurine, & Blade x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: His hair is something else

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝑀𝑜𝓏𝑒 “𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔”

A shadow guard like Moze has no time to take care of himself, which truly does explain the texture of his hair, rough and slightly tangled—because he never took care of it, has a lot of split ends with how his hair was styled and cut, it’s horrendous. 

He doesn’t have time to care about outside appearances and you usually can’t catch him on a day off to take care of his body properly until he (unlucky) gets injured and gets sent home, acting shameful and wishing he did things differently as if he got suspended from school. But you think this is positive since now he should take his “day off” and take care of himself.

Since he’s spending it with you, he’ll accept his situation. “See now you’re hair feels nice,” you complimented, scratching his scalp with your fingers, while you sat on the bed and had him sitting on the ground; his arm around your calf, pressing the side of his face against your knee. He may have been injured, but at least he can enjoy every part of your body, even your legs. “Doesn’t it feel nice when finally take care of hair?”

“Mhm,” He hummed. forget his hair, the feeling of you is way better to him. It might just be his only bliss. His hair was usually dry and unkept, like a quick comb (if he was lucky) and getting out there. (He would try to fix it up when going to see you, like running his hands slightly through it—just making him look like a total goof). 

Such rugged and matted feeling to it, yet it never bothered him when it was in his face, you always chided him about personal care, and he tried to listen, he truly did but his life had always been like this before you fell into his life. Old habits just die hard.

“Moze, move, I need to dry your hair.” Gently tapping him so he could move off your leg so you could dry his hair, yet he refused, he wanted to stay in this position for a little longer, but for the first time in a long time, he’s let his guard down.

“Forget it.”

💫𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

His hair is slightly messy when he puts it down from that ponytail he wears every day, his hair has been cut in several different layers which has just caused a complete mess when it’s put down. You needed a closer look at it, just curious, which he doesn’t mind at all, just keep running those pretty fingers like a lullaby being sung to a child and he won’t complain.

There may be a few tangles here and there, yet his hair was soft. The odd thing is, there are always birds popping in and out of that white nest that he calls his hair so you didn’t expect it to feel so good! 

“Seems like you’re having fun, yet try to be a little gentle with me.” 

That tired expression accompanied by his groggy voice, looking up at you from your soft lap as if you were some being out of this world. 

“Was I being too rough?” You worried, stopping your fingers, “I was only messing with you, keep on going,” he reassured you, a smile plastered on his lips just to make feel better, which you just laughed at before going back to where you left off. 

“Your hair is so odd.”

“What is odd about it?”

“So many layers and cuts at this point you’ll just have to wait for it to grow back to put into one proper layer.” you talked like some sort of dictionary that you were all about hair, yet it was adorable that you analyzed the strands of his hair as if he were your subject in a lab. 

“Do you like the style of it now?” he hummed, eyes closed and relaxing while your gentle fingers prodded against his scalp.

 “Of course I do! It suits you well! I couldn’t imagine you with anything else.”

“If you like it then I shall keep it that way.”

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

His hair looks like something out of a commercial, it looks so glossy like a diamond, looking smooth and soft to the touch, and you can't forget how well-moisturized it is. It makes any hair model jealous of him, yet it just makes you wanna touch his hair more, just to feel if it’s as soft as it looks. You can’t help yourself, it’s more like a need than a want.

No tangles, no matting, nothing bad at all. Just a touch that’s all you have to do while he wears his signature hat.

“Want a touch?”

He won’t act like he doesn’t see you staring, loving at his hair, looking like you wanted to get a feel—eyes lighting up whenever he goes to take off his hat. Tonight he feels tired, just wanting a little love from you after a tough workday. You, were already in bed as he came in, arms out waiting for him to hug you, which he couldn’t resist.

Feeling your arms around him, probably fixed the stiffness of his shoulders, as if you’re like a remedy to every problem he’s had.

 His scalp is killing him, won’t you help him out? Taking off the hat that sat perfectly on the top of his head and threw it to the side, one knee down on the bed, sinking the bed with the weight of his knee, before bending down; giving the go-ahead card to touch his hair.

It was just as soft as it looked to be, your soft fingers gently going through and touching his hair. He can see your eyes shine so brightly while playing with his hair as if he were a little doll.

Just the feeling of those pretty fingers makes him want to stay forever.

“Keep on going.”

💫𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈"

Rough and straw-like, are the only words you can use to describe his hair, you can tell he never takes care of it properly—always too busy going on missions, a quick shower—to get all that muck off and he’s gone out again, it’s truly a sad sight to see. A man with those illustrious locks of hair just to not be treated properly.

Even now with his hair wet and still filled with so many tangles, every time you try to move the hairbrush after fighting with a knot it just ends with another fight with another nasty knot, which makes him look back at you, biting his lip while pain looks in his eyes, as this wasn’t just the consequences of his actions. 

“Don’t look at me like that, you should brush your hair more often,” you groan after manually untangling the knot in his locks before arriving at the same problem again when you attempt to brush it again. “What am I going to do with you, blade,” sighing at the fact it’s been an hour of you doing this.

You hear his groans of pain while going through his hair, sectioning it pretty well. You can feel your hands go numb from all that fighting you had to do with his hair, but it was worth it since now his hair is silky smooth and smells like oranges, you can’t forget the little bows as well, and he’ll let put it on begrudgingly since you did all that work (and that you gaslit him about your pain).

“Like it? You’re so pretty now.”

“Tsk…”

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[starkwlkr]

Hi Jen!!!❤️❤️❤️

I saw your requests were open so possibly, social media au or not, Cillian Murphy’s or Christopher Nolan’s daughter (either one would be fine, but I saw your imagine about Nolan!reader x Cillian so maybe Cillian would be better, either one is fine though) dating Charles Leclerc or lando Norris

(I don’t know if this has been done yet but it feels very random, but it I saw you wrote for F1 and Cillian so I just thought of that crossover. Couldn’t decide which driver I wanted to request for so I’ll leave it up to you between Charles and lando)

But if you do, then thank you!!!

my favorite nepo baby | lando norris

faceclaim saorsie ronan (don’t hate me, yes ik there’s more irish actresses but i love saoirse) also i love this request, mixing random fandoms is my favorite thing ever

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danielricciardo happy birthday, lady bird

mclarentears WHAT

dannyric333 does daniel know everyone??

bottaszz you don’t understand THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME

landonorris my favorite nepo baby

danielricciardo the nepo baby says thank you

landonorris tell the nepo baby to make an account

danielricciardo no - the nepo baby

landonorris i tried

vettelsbees this is my roman empire

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summer break

Y/n Murphy only knew Daniel Ricciardo because he had friends everywhere. It was only a matter of time before the Irish actress met the famous honey badger. Soon, his friends became her friends and the whole friend group was hanging out everywhere.

One of their hang out spots was the F1 paddock. Daniel insisted for Y/n to come to his favorite race, the Austin Grand Prix. It was no secret that Daniel is secretly a Texan so he wanted his new friend to experience the Texas atmosphere.

“We need to get you some boots and maybe a longhorns jersey. You’ll look so cool, trust me.” Daniel said as him, Heidi and Y/n walked into the AlphaTauri garage.

“He’s going to convert you into a Texan.” Heidi whispered to Y/n.

“Can you imagine me going home to my father speaking with a texas accent? He’ll have a stroke!” Y/n laughed.

“I bet that by the end of the day, you’ll love texas as much as I do.” Daniel smirked. “Maybe you’ll find a country boy you can take home to your old man.”

“Oh god, he’s going to have more strokes, die then come back and have more strokes.”

“Well then I can get you a British boy that won’t make your old man die.”

Y/n knew who Daniel was referring to. On the day of her birthday, which was a few days ago, Daniel showed her the comments that Lando had left on his post.

‘my favorite nepo baby’

While she told everyone she didn’t have an Instagram account, she had a secret one that only had about twenty followers which were close family and friends. She used that account to look at Lando’s account. She was going to lie, he was attractive.

“Just make an instagram! That boy keeps messaging me about you.” Daniel pleaded.

“I don’t use social media, I tried and I didn’t like it.” What a lie.

“Okay well can you at least talk to him? Wait, I should go with you, he might be the one having a stroke.”

So while Heidi stayed back in the garage, Daniel accompanied Y/n to the Mclaren garage so Lando could finally meet his favorite nepo baby. Y/n started to feel nervous, why? She didn’t know, she hardly knew Lando apart from his instagram posts.

“Hey Landoooooo!” Daniel dragged out the o.

“Is that Daniel Ric—” Lando’s voice stopped when he noticed who was standing beside Daniel.

“Is he having a stroke? I can’t tell.” Daniel whispered to Y/n.

“Hi . . . You’re y/n. Wow.” Lando tried to play it cool. “I’m Lando, but I’m guessing you already knew that because of the giant Australian yelling my name. Thank you Daniel.”

“Glad I could be of service. I have to go get ready, but you two go ahead and talk. Y/n, I’ve been told the Mclaren garage is the best spot to watch a race so . . bye!”

And all thanks to Daniel Ricciardo and his match making skills, your dad, Cillian, didn’t have a stroke when he finally met Lando.

[oddinary4bts]

Coffee Stain | jjk

☆summary: you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.

☆pairings: Jungkook x reader

☆rating: 18+ (it deals with heavy themes)

☆genre: grief!au, angst

☆warnings: this is a grief!au so it's rough. jungkook died and reader tries to grieve him. lucid dream where she sees him and talks to him again, curses, a lot of crying

☆word count: 1.9k

☆a/n: this hurts. idk why i wrote it. i was sad watching a sad instagram reel and then this happened. i apologize, and i love y'all, and if you need to talk just reach out <3 i'm always here for you guys.

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            There’s been a coffee stain on the kitchen counter for weeks.

Staring at it, you can almost hear the laughter it brought forth then. A laughter of crinkling doe eyes, of a bunny grin and arms wrapping around your middle. It’s a hand clutching around your heart, like it used to clutch around your fingers.

It’s the ghost of bodies entwined that weren’t meant to be separated.

In the bathroom, his towel has started to smell like humidity instead of the body wash he used, the one he claimed was good for his hair too. A 3-in-1 combo thing, something you used to tease him constantly about. And though the smell is a sign that you need to clean the towel, you can’t bring yourself to do the laundry.

In fact, you can’t bring yourself to do any chores. You just let Bam out three times a day, and then you go back to bed. Back to a cold bed that was supposed to be an island of you and him.

Now it’s an island of your grief, of tear-stained pillows and sorrow-filled sheets.

The sun rises and sets every day, but time has stopped. Time stopped on a surprised rainy day when he didn’t come home.

And he’ll never come home again.

It burns. It burns like the pizza you put in the oven, thinking that maybe you’d eat for the first time in weeks. The smoke pricks your eyes, suffocates your lungs. You hope it’ll steal your breath like his breath was stolen, too.

A last exhale, one you weren’t there to share.

You open the windows to air the room, and late spring flows in. Chirping birds and a soft breeze surround you, and you feel sick to your stomach. Because he won’t experience any other season. His life ended on a rainy April day, forever altering yours in the process.

Bam watches you from where he’s lying down by the door, still waiting for him to come home. Indeed, he’d used to come home around this time every day, to whisk you in his arms and tell you he loves you. But not that day.

No, that day, you sat on the couch watching the raindrops chasing themselves on the window, your phone clutched in your hand because he’d been supposed to be home an hour ago. When the phone rang bringing the news, your life became quiet.

It’s been quiet since then.

Your friends come over in the evening, with food you try to eat. You remember evenings that you’d spend with them and him, laughing and playing games and doing everything that young people do.

Young people aren’t supposed to die. Or so you tell yourself as you follow the conversation, but never participate, like maybe he left with your voice too. Your friends don’t complain about it – they know how much he meant to you, how much you meant to him, too.

You wonder what he’d say if he were here tonight, and you think you wouldn’t be able to hear it. Not when you haven’t been able to listen to his last voice message again, even though it sits on your phone, a keepsake of your love gone too soon.

When your friends leave, they hug you tight, though it’s never as tight as he used to hold you. Because he was the only one to know how to hold your pieces together and tonight, like every night since then, they fall apart. They fall apart like dandelions in the wind, so easily blown away.

You go to bed, Bam with you, staring up at the ceiling, imagining that it is his body next to yours. That it is his soft snores you can hear, his gentle breaths dragging you to sleep hours after you lied down.

You wake up feeling different. The light shines differently, like it’s from another world. The apartment smells of bacon and coffee, and you furrow your brows. The bed is empty, yet warmth lingers in the sheets next to you.

You step out of bed, tiptoe on a floor that you know to be usually cold in the morning, yet today it’s warm. You’re wearing an oversized white t-shirt he usually wears, and you feel like you’re forgetting something, yet you can’t quite tell what.

You walk out of the bedroom, and Bam greets you like he always does in the morning after his walk, with his tag wagging so wildly it’s making his whole body shake from side to side. You laugh, petting him as he tries to jump on you so that he can lick your face, though he eventually abandons to trot to the kitchen instead.

You follow behind him, smiling at the sight of his naked back, as he cooks something on the stove.

“You woke up just in time,” he tells you, shooting you a quick glance over his shoulder.

His eyes are sad. A sorrow deeper than the ocean hides in his pupils, and you’d frown if you hadn’t missed him so much.

“What are you making?” you ask.

He motions to a bowl on the counter. “Pancakes. And bacon and coffee, too.” He glances at you again, like maybe you disappeared while he was looking at the pan on the stove. “You can pour yourself a cup of coffee while I get everything ready.”

You nod, smiling softly, before doing so, grabbing your favourite mug from the cupboard. You frown – wasn’t there supposed to be a chip in it? Yet the mug looks pristine, entirely new. You shrug it off, and then you pour the coffee, before pouring one for him too. You set them on the table and sit in your usual spot, looking out the window.

The sky outside is purple and bright, and you think you can see constellations dusting it.

You know. You’ve known since you woke up, but you don’t care.

You watch him as he finishes cooking, and then he carries the food over to the table. He sits next to you, in his favourite spot because he gets to see you and the TV at the same time. The TV is not on right now, and his attention is solely on you, like he’s drinking you in like you’ve been drinking him in.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

His eyes are infinitely sad. It’s startling, and you can’t bear the weight they hold. So you focus on your food, while he sits there watching you.

“I slept okay,” you reply. “You?”

He chuckles. “I slept too much.” He sighs, and it’s heavier than the universe. “I’m always sleeping lately.”

You laugh, because what else are you supposed to do?

“You’re awake now,” you tease, and you pat his arm.

His skin is soft and warm, void of any scars.

“Only because you’re here,” he replies, and he smiles again as you meet his doe eyes. “Now eat.”

You obey, enjoying the taste of his food – he’s always made the best pancakes, and today is no different. You even think they’re better, though you reckon that would be impossible.

“You should make pancakes more often,” you say when you’re done eating. “I can’t remember the last time you made them.”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners, yet the depths remain eternally sorrowful. “I’ll make them again soon.”

You smile, pausing to admire him for a few seconds before you ask, “Should we go back to bed?”

“We’re not Sunday,” he teases.

You narrow your eyes. “It can be Sunday just this once.”

His giggles accompany you as he grabs your hand and pulls you to the bedroom, and soon you’re in bed again, laughing as he tickles you.

“Fuck, I missed your laugh,” he says, and you pout.

“I missed you,” you answer.

He nods, and the sadness invades all his features. “I know.” Bam appears, jumping on the bed to lie next to you while Jungkook kneels between your legs, hands still resting on your sides. “You’ve been taking good care of Bam?”

“Yes,” you say. “We’ve been taking a lot of walks.”

He grins like the sadness was never there, and then he turns towards the dog. “Aren’t you lucky?”

Bam rolls on his back as Jungkook starts petting him, and soon he’s rubbing the dog’s belly, cooing like he’s talking to a baby. It’s adorable, and you admire the view even though it hurts so deeply you think you might be dying.

When he’s done with the dog, he looks at you again, a soft smile gracing his lips. “What have you been up to?”

You sigh, and you pull on his arm until he’s lying with his head on your chest. “Nothing.”

“That sounds boring,” he teases, and you think you feel his tears wetting the shirt you’re wearing, though you don’t mention it.

“Hey, I’m just doing my best,” you reply, pinching his side.

He laughs. “I know.”

“How long until you have to go?” you ask.

He sighs, and he glances at the time on the night table. “Not long.”

You rub a hand on his back, your arms tightening around him. He looks up at you, and you meet his gaze, hoping to find an eternity in them.

“I wish you could stay,” you whisper.

“Me too.”

He kisses you then, his feather soft lips meeting yours for a short embrace of the love you share. Your heart settles in your chest, your ache momentarily forgotten, and you wish to get lost in him. Wish to stay here with him forever, but he inevitably pulls away from the kiss, looking over his shoulder.

“It’s time to go,” he says.

You nod, because you know. You feel it too, and so you force yourself to get up. He quickly puts a shirt on, and then you follow him to the door.

“Text me when you get to work?” you tell him, eyes filled with tears.

“I will.” He meets your gaze, his own eyes lined with silver. “Please be safe.”

You chuckle. “You be safe.”

“Always,” he says. He opens the door, looking outside, but he doesn’t move for a while.

“Should we hang out again soon?” you ask, hoping that it’ll make him stay.

He looks back at you. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

You nod, and he takes a step outside. He’s fading out of focus, yet you try to hold onto it, to keep him here with you. It’s like it works – he turns back around, and then rushes to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he hides his face in your neck. But you’re losing him again – already, the apartment has faded away, and all that’s left is the purple sky with its infinity of stars.

“I love you,” you whisper as he, too, fades away.

In the vast expanse of nothing, you think you hear him saying it back. You reach for him, and you think you can see him again, see his smile, though he’s just a little too far for you to touch.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come home.”

You wake, the bleak light from the sun filtering through the blinds, and the sky proves to be the blue of sorrow again. Grief, the expression of your everlasting love, sits on your chest, and you can’t breathe.

“I love you,” you whisper through the pain, and you mean it, more than you’ve ever meant anything before.

After all, there’s been a coffee stain on the kitchen counter for weeks.

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if you need to talk please reach out, and also don't hesitate to scream at me for this bc idk wtf it is

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[seokmn]

𝒜 Surprise For The Winner °❀.ೃ࿔*

pairing: jaehyun x gn!reader wc: 1.4k words warnings: fake written texts, use of emojis, bss mentioned

"but you're here, that's the thing"

Uni has been taking a toll on you; all those tests, those projects you have to do and finish until the end of the semester was a lot, you barely had time to breathe. Hanging out or at least having some quality time with your boyfriend? Not even in your sweetest dreams.

Jaehyun was also busy, his usual activities plus comeback activities were no joke. You were always texting Jaehyun when you could, but he would only text you back when he was free, which was never when you were also free.

However, even with your busy routine, you had always stopped everything you were doing just to watch Jaehyun on M Countdown, and this time it wasn’t different.

You were watching your boyfriend, Hanbin and Sohee beginning to talk about who group was going to win that night. His group’s new single, If I Say I Love You, or BSS’ title track of their comeback, CBZ.

You held your pillow so tightly like you if you let it go you’d die as you started to pray to every entity that came to your mind for a BOYNEXTDOOR’s win. You knew how much the boys worked hard for it and they deserved as much as the other group.

When you heard “BOYNEXTDOOR!” and saw on the screen a clip of their music video you shouted from happiness and stood up on the couch, jumping like a little kid.

“YES! YES! YEEEEEEEESSSS!” Your shouts were so loud that your neighbors were probably stunned (and pretty annoyed as well) by how loud your voice could be.

You started to look around for your phone like a mad man, your eyes landing on it when you glanced at the dinner table. In a matter of seconds, you had your phone in hands, if the Flash saw you, he would definitely believe that he wasn’t the only one with super speed abilities.

You: KDBSJZBDSKBDSJAAAAAAAAH You: MY LOVE CONGRATULATIONSNSNAAKSNKSAM You: OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND THE BOYS You: I LOVE U SO MUCH You: IM SORRY I CANT CELEBRATE YOUR WIN WITH YOU FOR NOW ))))): You: I SWEAR ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU LATER You: IM SO PROUD SO HAPPY I THINK I MIGHT DIE RN BYE

You threw your phone on the table once again and ran towards the TV to watch him giving his speech, but your vision was starting to get blurry as tears started to form in your eyes.

Seeing him holding that award made you recall all the times you woke up early in the morning with late night texts from Jaehyun telling you that he was finally leaving his company and going to his dorm. Sometimes when you were waking up he was on his way home.

A feeling of excitement and pride filled your heart and your whole body. The tears weren’t threatening to fall anymore, they were flowing down like a waterfall as you sang along with Jaehyun while holding the pillow against your chest.

After all that emotional energy, you were already making your night routine to go to bed. You couldn’t lie, you were feeling sad about not being able to celebrate Jaehyun’s win with him or even having the time to wait for him being finally free to talk to you on the phone. However, you knew that he would understand you, how couldn’t he if he was always the first to make sure you’re prioritizing your studies (and also your well-being) and reassuring you that he didn’t mind that you were busy with university work and had a small amount of time to spend with him?

The sound of birds chirping and the feeling of the sunlight shining on your face, making it warmer like you were hiding your face in the crook your boyfriend’s neck made you wake up, your arm already reaching for your phone to see if Jaehyun texted you back. Your lips curled up in a smile when you saw the notifications.

Love of my life 💝: HEYYYY LOVE Love of my life 💝: THANK YOUUUU ILYSM Love of my life 💝: IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY I CRIED FOR LIKE 30MIN OR SO?? Love of my life 💝: i wish you here with me tho :/ but its okay! i can wait, your studies dont Love of my life 💝: i know you have test today, so good luck with it!!! youre gonna do great :) Love of my life 💝: have a good day and text me when u can. love u always ;) ❤️

You quickly texted him back and made your way to the bathroom to do your morning routine before going to your uni. Jaehyun’s words always calmed you down on test days, it was like he could take away your anxiety with such a simple text, but a text that hold so many good emotions.

[…]

You: guess who finally has time to spend with their boyfie? Love of my life 💝: OH MY GOD FINALLYYYY I WAS GOING CRAZY WITHOUT YOU You: HAHAHAHAHA same here!!! Love of my life 💝: so where are we going 2night? i found a really cool place with sanghyeok when we were walking around the city You: that sounds nice! but would you mind coming to pick me up? i want to spend as much time as i can with you 😞 Love of my life 💝: you dont even have to ask me twice! gonna pick you up at 8PM ;)

It was the seventh time that you fixed your hair while waiting for Jaehyun to come. It has always been like this, you would always be anxious about how you look after spending a few days, even weeks, without seeing your boyfriend. Deep down, you knew that, even if you were dressed up just like Shrek, he would find you attractive either way, but anxiety always got the best of you.

The doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door, revealing Jaehyun with a huge smile on his face and holding a small, yet beautiful bouquet.

“Woah, you look amazing!” His smile somehow grew bigger as he handed you the bouquet. “White orchids. They symbolize 'I miss you', ‘cause I missed you so much.”

You smiled, took the bouquet and hugged him, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him closer. “I missed you too. Missed you like it’s been a year since we saw each other.” Jaehyun sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting him feel your warmth and the safety that your hug gives him.

“I have a surprise for you,” you broke the hug. “Come in, I’m going to grab it.”

Jaehyun sat on the couch and saw you disappear in your bedroom. “You know, you didn’t have to surprise me.”

“But I wanted to!” You shouted before going back to the living room holding two baskets, the twoo full of snacks and soft drinks. “The bigger one is for you and the smaller is for the boys, a little gift for winning the M Countdown. I might be a bit biased, tho.” You chuckled and placed the baskets on the coffee table.

Jaehyun’s mouth was wide open and he took a look at the baskets. The bigger one had literally all of his favorite snacks and soft drinks and the smaller one had a lot of snacks that the boys loved. He looked up at you and held you in a tight hug.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

You leaned back to face him and you couldn’t hold back, he was so beautiful at that moment, your lips met his in a soft kiss. Jaehyun didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, placing his hands on your hips and caressing your covered skin with his thumbs as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

“Gosh, I love you so much,” he admitted as he broke the kiss, his lips still hovering over yours. “I’m so grateful to have you, to call you mine.”

“I love you too, more than you could ever imagine.”

You pecked his lips a few times, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you did so. “Now let’s go to that place you want to take me to. You can grab the baskets when you walk me home.”

“Anything my darling wants,” he pecked your cheek and placed his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s go, you’re gonna have the night of your life. I promise.”

[sitepathos]

What if Y/N was a dad before Bruce figured out he was gone? Like would he rush to see him and his grandchild? What if the child was like rose being able to control the mold and Y/N now has to deal with Bruce and his sons?

Ok, wow, was not expecting that! But, this ask was too good to pass up! But, let me do you one better: instead of baby Rose, you have an adopted daughter like Eveline, complete with the need for a family and everything! Have fun with that!

You first met Eveline when you stopped at a pit stop at night, craving a slushee, but you saw her, a ten year old girl in wet, torn up clothing and no shoes to protect her bloody and scratched up feet, on the side of the building, looking incredibly weak and filthy.

You immediately got out and started attending to her, asking where her parents were and trying to tend to her wounds.

“Mommy and Daddy said I had to wait in the woods,” she weakly says, coughing in between words. “They said it was a game.”

You immediately realize this wasn’t a game. They left her for dead in the middle of the woods, either to die from starvation or predation.

“ I waited for five days. Did I win?”

“You did, sweetie,” you responded, not wanting to upset her.

(She does not have long,” the Megamycete said as you tried in vain to keep her awake. (She has been without proper care for too long. But she can be saved. All you need to do is inject her with some mold. It will heal her.)

Part of you didn’t want to do that. That making her like you would be cruel without explaining it to her, but she was dying. And no kid should die that young.

So you do it, placing some mold in her body through one of her scratches, which immediately begins healing her.

When she opened her eyes, she latched onto you and refused to let go, apparently having imprinted on you like a bird.

Your first thought was to take her to the nearest authorities so they could take it from there and arrest her parents, but both she and the Megamycete disagreed whit that.

“No,” she cried while wrapping both arms around yours. “Don’t send me away! I promise to be a good girl!”

(We object to your proposal. Keeping the girl would be the most prudent course of action.)

“Alright, you can come with us.”

“Thank you! I promise to be the best girl ever, Daddy!”

The name rubbed you the wrong way. For fuck’s sake, you’re 18! You should be her older brother, not her “daddy.”

But Eveline wouldn’t call you anything else and after an hour of trying to argue with a 10 year old, you finally conceded defeat.

And that’s how you started your weird little “family,” complete with a sentient mushroom in your body and a moldy 10 year old girl as your “daughter.”

Over time, you learned that Eveline had an obsession with the idea of having a family. Apparently, all she wished was for her parents to be like the ones on cartoons, loving their daughter with all their heart, reading her bedtime stories, walking her to school, and baking cookies.

“But now I have you, Daddy! And you’ll be perfect than my old one!”

Not gonna lie, you teared up at her wish for a family. You know that feeling more than anyone. Maybe being a “Daddy” will be good for the both of you.

You just gotta get use to the looks you get when you say she’s your adoptive daughter.

Over the four years, you two became close, doing everything she thought happy families do, from baking cookies and playing games to reading bedtime stories and kissing her goodnight.

When she started showing her powers (mycokinesis, hallucination manipulation, shapeshifting, and superhuman strength, stamina, and durability), you made it clear that she’s never to use them unless in a life or death situation and helped train her to control them.

She took to her new life right away, excelling in school and showing interest in your hobbies, loving the nickname you gave her Eevee (after your favorite Pokémon).

Of course, her obsession with families never left her, always staying by your side and never straying far from home, even at the tender age of 14.

Of course you told her about your Momma, how you lost her, and were forced to live at Wayne Manor where you were treated horribly.

Hearing her Daddy, the nicest person she knows, be treated like that pissed her off. She wanted to go to Gotham and tear Batman and the others apart.

Of course, you couldn’t let that happen (no mater how much you thought of it).

“We’re here, now, Eevee. And they can’t get to us.

“Ok, but if they ever show up, I’ll rip them apart!”

Then, the night of the Gamer’s Gala happened, and oh boy, was it something to behold.

She had been looking forward to meeting Alfred after all the stories you told her (of course, you didn’t tell the poor butler because that’s something you don’t say over the phone), but when she saw Bitch Wayne (her nickname for Bruce) sit next to her, she screamed so loud that everyone in the hall heard her.

She immediately pounced on the man and screamed all sorts of insults and threat at him, leading to security having to pull her off the legendary millionaire.

She wanted to summon a mold tendril and squeeze his head off or create an hallucination so bad he’d claw his own eyes out, but she promised her Daddy she’d never use her powers unless it was life or death.

It was at the security room that Bruce learned that she, a 14 year old girl, was your daughter. Adoptive, sure, but still your daughter.

And oh boy, did that man have so many questions.

But that girl is your daughter, and therefore a part of his family (holy shit, he’s a grandfather!), so he tries to bring you both back to Gotham.

Now, at this point, I can see this going 2 ways.

One: Eveline remains loyal to you and fights side by side against the Bats.

Or two: Eveline falls victim to the Wayne’s manipulation, tempting the poor girl with a big family that would give her all the love she could ever want.

You’re her Daddy and she’ll always be grateful for what you did for her.

But, she still has an uncontrollable need for a family, complete with a Granddaddy, a Great Granddaddy, aunts, and uncles! And pets! And a huge house! With a huge yard!

So, she helps them bring you back to Wayne Manor, her powers combined with the Bats’ gadgets and skills bringing you down.

Of course, all of them are astounded when you both display your control over the mold, but they have you and her, so what doesn’t it matter?

“We’re a big, happy family, Daddy! Isn’t that great!”

[oceansprompts]

text message prompts

[text] You okay?

[text] GO TO BED!

[text] hey you better be alive in there

[text] SOS save me please holy shit

[text] call me this date is going so bad

[text] I have way too much shit to do.

[text] Honestly I'm really worried about you.

[text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[text] Please let me come over and pet your (pet).

[text] We are in the same building, you could come talk to me.

[text] It's not going to work out.

[text] This is a terrible idea.

[text] people have fetishes

[text] They really do crucify anyone these days huh

[text] I don't know why but that really means me want to stab you

[text] That movie was awful.

[text] For the love of god please help me

[text] I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.

[text] I'm blocking you.

[text] YOU ONE BRAINCELLED BITCH

[text] I regret swiping right.

[text] Everyone lies on their dating profiles.

[text] That absolutely can't be an actual picture of you.

[text] This forced open my third eye and I saw the devil

[text] I'm like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

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[text] That's just all fucking sorts of fucked up

[text] Why are we here? To suffer? Every other day I get messages that cause pain

[text] In the department of old man fucking, we've got you beat.

[text] have you gotten any work done?

[text] I am beyond shame, try again

[text] You left your left your underwear at my place.

[text] Don't you dare put this on Facebook.

[text] My brother in Christ you're being haunted

[text] I want to wring you like a wet towel and slap you against a wall

[text] The mind is weak but the body is funky

[text] I'm a zombie the law can't stop me.

[text] Jealous of my massive honkers

[text] We left you to die to play minecraft

[text] She would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

[text] I puked all over the Uber driver's backseat.

[text] I just took a screenshot of that and posted it to Reddit

[text] You said you'd be right back and it's been months.

[text] Can't we talk about this face to face?

[text] Yeah, you'll come learn I just have a thing for milk

[text] Why did you like one of my pics from 2014?

[text] Now's as good a time as any to exchange nudes.

[text] Why would you send me an eggplant emoji?

[text] I write five paragraphs, pouring my heart out, and all you reply with is k?!

[text] Who would dare to lie on the internet?

[text] When I die, please delete all my shit off the internet

[text] He's so hot, I briefly started texting like a straight person

[text] And because I'm god and I've decided that; no, in fact, I'm not done.

-

[text] I know you love bloopy reggae jams, now is not the time.

[text] You better not be standing catatonic in your room again.

[text] God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

[text]: My neighbor just told me he can fix my water heater for 50 bucks. I’m skeptical.

[text]: Do you have any idea how much it costs to buy apples? I paid 10 dollars for 6.

[text]: I mean, I wouldn’t say I have a problem with buying Squishmallows..

[text]: Hey, so you know how you told me no dog? *sends pic* I don’t do well with no’s.

[text] Stuart Little is a bitch and Remy could take him any day.

[text]: My roommate just said that Lola Bunny is hot. I’m moving out.

[text]: Hey I posted that vid of you drunk, singing Ariana Grande, wearing all black and people said not to do it again. Sorry.

[text]: Do you think the price is ever right? Like, I feel like it’s not.

[text]: I booped your nose. Boop the last five people you texted or–nothing happens really.

[text]: I’m actually in the ER and it’s a long story that involves Best Day Ever from spongebob.

[text]: I fucking hate you–wait you’re not my ex. Who are you?

[text]: You ever ask yourself if birds see a bee and just go ‘wow a bee’? im high.

[text]: sometimes all i think about is–sour patch kids. bet you thought it was you.

[text]: I love you—not as much as I love my dog. But still a lot!

[text]: I found a cat on the way home and now it’s mine. But it hates my guts so this should be fun.

[text]: I have questions about the marvel cinematic universe…how long do you have?

[text]: why do donald duck and winnie the pooh not have to wear pants but other people do?

[text]: Hey you know that show floor is lava? I may have turned the apartment into that..this isn’t a joke, btw. the floor is sticky.

[text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America.

[text]: On a scale of one to ten, how many drinks would you need to sleep with me? This isn’t a tiktok trend…or it is.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Because it is currently hailing in my area, how would the main 10 skeletons react to experiencing their first hail storm on the surface?

( I know you are currently on Christmas break and I was planning on waiting till the 26 of December at least to ask but I am very forgetful so I had to ask before it slipped my mind hope you enjoy your Christmas though🎄)

Undertale Sans - He thought someone threw a small rock behind his head or something, but by the time he looks up to the sky, hundreds of tiny ice balls fell on his skull. Sans is confused and a bit scared and teleports back to his home where he feels safe. He immediately searches online about what the hell this is, and he's relieved when he sees it's normal. He's happy he didn't stay outside though. That hurts.

Undertale Papyrus - "MY CAR!!!!" Papyrus is screaming, trying to cover his car with his own body to protect it from whatever is falling from the sky. Well. That's not very effective, and his car still ends with a ton of impacts and now he's losing his mind, insulting the sky with all he has. Everyone is staring, wondering what the hell is that monster doing. He's so mad! He did nothing wrong, why the hell is the sky attacking him?!

Underswap Sans - It happened while he was chasing some criminal. Blue stops dead in his tracks, wondering if he got shot or something. ... How do you know if you're dead? Will he know if he even died? He was in the middle of an existential crisis when the hail started to fall for real, making him completely panicky. What's going on? Is he under attack? He's so confused. ... Wait, where's the guy he was chasing? Shit! He forgot!

Underswap Papyrus - He's not too sure what's going on, and he doesn't know if he really wants to know what going on. He crawls on the floor of his living room to his window and glances outside nervously. The floor is white like it's snowing, but everyone outside is screaming like they're getting murdered. Is the snow dangerous now? Should he block the doors? He decides to call his brother for help just in case.

Underfell Sans - He growls angrily and starts to look everywhere who attacked him. When his eyes fell on a random man, he grabs a rock and throws it at his face, pissed off. The guy turns around, NOT HAPPY, and asks what the hell is his problem. That's when it starts to hail and Red realizes he messed up big with a guy doing three times his size. Welp. He's out of here. He teleports the hell out of here.

Underfell Papyrus - He grabs Frisk by the head, lifts them above his head and runs for his life. He has no idea what's going on but if the kid has a scratch, Toriel will have his head and he doesn't want to die. He squeaks when he realizes he's covering himself with Frisk and that Frisk is taking all of the hits for him. Omg, he's so dead. He doesn't know what the hell is happening, but that thing falling from the sky just made a mortal enemy.

Horrortale Sans - He is standing still under the hail storm, kinda paralyzed and weakly asking for help. His head is full of ice. It hurts. He is scared to move to take it off in case it's something that will hurt him. He guesses he's just going to stand there and wait for someone to notice he's dying on the inside or something.

Horrortale Papyrus - He is offended. He was just singing to himself outside and apparently, the sky hates his singing so much it started to throw ice at him. He flips both his birds at the sky. No one will stop him. He will keep singing, and now he will do it even louder!

Swapfell Sans - He is standing guard while Toriel is taking cover inside some shop. She forbid him to go inside in case someone wants to kill her, so he is still under the hail storm, looking miserable. A random kid even finds him so pitiful they come to give him an umbrella and gently pat his hand to show some support. It's too late though. He's entirely wet and he's probably going to get sick for days by now. Stupid weather. Stupid queen. Stupid job. He won't stop complaining.

Swapfell Papyrus - He doesn't know what's going on but he was bored, not knowing what to do to piss off his brother today. He opens all the doors and windows and stares as the house slowly fills with ice, a big smile on his face. He can't wait for everything to melt!

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't think much about this. It's just a weird weather. It uses to rain all the time in Waterfall and no one ever think it's weird. You're not special with your weird human weather. What will these ice balls do to him anyway? Wet him? Oooh, he's scared. That's so lame. Not ten minutes later, he's throwing a temper tantrum because there's a hole in the roof and he can't stop the hail storm just by screaming really loud.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He was thinking about some ice cream when a random ball of ice fell at his feet. Uh. He picks it up and licks it, then shrugs. Wait, does it mean he has a superpower now? That's so cool! He lifts his two arms in the air and screams "ICE CREAM" and suddenly it starts to rain ice balls everywhere! He was so happy at first, but then the ice balls started growing bigger and crashing on his skull and now he's just running for his life, apologizing for using his power too much to whatever entity gave it to him. He's sorry, please stop hitting him!

[g1rlsp1ckins]

for my mulan ask game !!

🪞 ❝ WHEN WILL MY REFLECTION SHOW WHO I AM INSIDE ❞ ... when you look into the mirror who do you see? do you look how you imagined yourself to as a child? has your aesthetic changed? do you like who you see?

🐉 ❝ MUSHU ❞ ... who's your best friend? was it a clear match from the start, or like Mushu and Mulan, did it happen along the way?

🐴 ❝ KHAN ❞ ... what about animal companions? any fur babies, waiting for you to go home and spoil them? any birds, who love their freedom but still fly back to you? or maybe some exotic sweethearts, outside of the usual pets?

🪭 ❝ THE MATCHMAKER ❞ ... how did you meet your s/o? was it by arranged marriage, like what mulan was going to the matchmaker for, or some other trope?

𝓢HIFTING 𝓐SK ✶ 𝓖AME

for my my hero academia (college) dr

🪞 ❝ WHEN WILL MY REFLECTION SHOW WHO I AM INSIDE ❞ ... when you look into the mirror who do you see? do you look how you imagined yourself to as a child? has your aesthetic changed? do you like who you see?

The mirror’s cracked a little on the corner. I haven’t fixed it. I kind of like it that way.

I stare at myself—really stare. Not just a glance to check if my eyeliner is still sharp or if my jacket hides the bruises from training.

Storm eyes. That’s what Denki called them once, in that weird half-flirty way he does. Said I looked like trouble and thunder. I didn’t correct him.

My hair’s a mess, per usual. I tried brushing it earlier but gave up halfway. It’s soft in some places, matted in others. Like me, I guess. Some days I feel like a person. Others, just static and noise.

I run my fingers down my jaw—still bruised from yesterday’s sparring match with Bakugou. He didn’t hold back. Neither did I. We never do.

If little me could see this version of us…

She’d cry. Probably beg me to stop trying so hard. She’d ask where the glitter went. Where the pink socks went. Where the safety went.

I’d lie and say she’ll grow out of it. I wouldn’t have the heart to tell her the truth.

I tilt my head.

Do I like who I see?

Sometimes.

Sometimes I hate her—this girl who’s done too much, seen too much, burned too much.

But lately…

Lately, I look and I see someone who chose to be better. Someone who isn’t running anymore.

I see Kyoka’s old jacket on my chair. Shinsou’s dumb cat keychain hanging off my bag. Mina’s lip gloss smudged on my coffee mug. I see Midoriya’s hoodie peeking out from under mine and Katsuki’s dog tags tangled with my necklaces.

I see all of them, and for once, I see me.

🐉 ❝ MUSHU ❞ ... who's your best friend? was it a clear match from the start, or like Mushu and Mulan, did it happen along the way? 

Kyoka Jirou. Hands down. No contest.

But no—it wasn’t some instant, sparkly “we were destined to be soul sisters” moment. Nah, it was totally a Mulan and Mushu situation. Mutual side-eye. Reluctant allies. A slow build from “who is this sarcastic weirdo?” to “ride or die, no questions asked.”

At first, Kyoka didn’t trust me. Not because of the whole “ex-villain” thing (okay, maybe a little), but more because I kept everyone at arm’s length with that ‘mean girl but make it traumatized’ vibe.

I thought Kyoka was cool but annoyingly perceptive. I couldn’t handle how easily she could read my mood just from how I walked into a room.

Then one night, after a rough mission, I ended up on the dorm rooftop, blasting music from my phone, lightning crackling in her palms like warning signs. Kyoka showed up without saying a word, plugged her earjack into the phone, and started playing something softer. Something I didn’t know she needed.

They sat there in silence for over an hour.

From that point on, it was subtle.

Kyoka handed me a coffee in the mornings without asking how I slept.

I let Kyoka paint my nails black, even though I rolled my eyes the whole time.

We started trading playlists like love letters.

We started training together.

Then came sleepovers, late-night ramen runs, and shared headphones in the back of class.

Now?

I would literally electrocute someone for making Kyoka cry. Kyoka would tase a bitch with her earjack if they so much as breathed wrong in my direction. Our love language is sarcasm, music, and calling each other out when necessary.

Then one night it slipped out.

I didn’t mean to say it. I don’t do labels, not unless I’ve had at least two hours to overthink them and possibly write a pros/cons list in my head. But there we were—some late night in the common room, everyone else asleep, Kyoka flipping through her sketchbook while I half-heartedly zapped popcorn kernels one by one just to see if I could make them explode.

She asked me something stupid like,

“You ever think about what your life would’ve been like if you hadn’t joined the League?”

And I just—froze. That’s not a casual question. That’s the kind of thing that grabs you by the throat and shakes.

So I shrugged and said, “Probably dead. Or worse—alone.”

She looked at me with that quiet concern I’ve never quite figured out how to handle, and before I could shut down the whole conversation, I mumbled:

“Guess I wouldn’t have met my best friend, though.”

She blinked.

I blinked.

The popcorn kernel in my hand exploded dramatically.

I tried to play it cool, like I hadn’t just dropped a B-word bomb, but it was too late.

The air shifted. Not heavy—lighter, somehow.

Kyoka didn’t tease me. Didn’t smirk or act like she’d won something. She just smiled, soft and kind, and said,

“Yeah. Same.”

And that was it.

No big moment. No dramatic music swell. Just two tired girls sitting in dim light, sharing silence and history and trust.

I’ve never said it again. Don’t need to. She knows.

And in this world where everything’s loud, dangerous, and uncertain—knowing is enough.

🐴 ❝ KHAN ❞ ... what about animal companions? any fur babies, waiting for you to go home and spoil them? any birds, who love their freedom but still fly back to you? or maybe some exotic sweethearts, outside of the usual pets?

1. Kismet – A melanistic ferret (black with glossy, stormy undertones)

Stole my heart immediately. I found her at a shady little pet shop in a back alley while on patrol. Kismet was in a too-small cage, biting anyone who got too close—but I just held out her gloved hand, and the little thing calmed down.

Now? We're soul-bonded. Kismet rides around in my hood or curls up in my oversized jackets. Bites everyone except me. She’s chaotic. Perfect. I calls her “my little gremlin.”

2. Onyx – A sleek, jet-black snake (probably not 100% legal)

Onyx is quiet, reclusive, and has serious vibe alignment with my whole aesthetic. I got him from a reformed underground villain contact who owed me a favor. I find his calm, coiled presence oddly comforting. I talk to him when I'm overwhelmed—he never judges, obviously.

Onyx chills in a custom-built terrarium with moody LED lighting. Kiri helped me build it. Sero added tiny fairy lights. It’s a whole vibe.

3. Echo – A regal grey Maine Coon

He’s the type to sit on my laptop right when I'm trying to submit hero reports. Meows like a banshee if dinner’s late by even five minutes. Has full-on conversations in chirps and trills. Sleeps draped across my chest like he owns me (because let’s be real—he does).

I'll grumble, “You’re such a diva,” while brushing his absurdly long tail, but the minute he curls up beside me during one of my bad days, purring like a jet engine? I melt.

I spoil them rotten.

Kismet gets her own drawer of treats and tiny outfits (Mina totally helped with that).

Onyx gets calming music played during thunderstorms.

Echo has a little cat tree near my bed.

No one expects the former villain girl with lightning in her hands to be that girl who baby-talks a snake, and argues with a bird. But here we are.

🪭 ❝ THE MATCHMAKER ❞ ... how did you meet your s/o? was it by arranged marriage, like what mulan was going to the matchmaker for, or some other trope?

The First Time I Met Izuku Midoriya

It was in a joint training exercise just after I'd transferred into UA's Hero Course from my probation program. Everyone was on edge—my reputation as a former League member came with baggage, rumors, whispers. But he wasn’t scared of her. Not even a little.

I was paired with him in a one-on-one sparring session. We circled each other in the arena—him with that awkward, too-soft energy, me with walls up so high it was practically a fortress.

He didn’t ask stupid questions. Didn’t pry.

He just… watched. Studied my movements like he was cataloguing everything about me—not out of fear, but curiosity. Respect.

Then I said something sharp, trying to get under his skin—

“Careful, hero. I’ve fought stronger than you.”

He didn’t flinch. Just smiled that infuriatingly genuine smile and said,

“And I’ve saved people like you.”

That was the first crack in my armor. The moment I started to see him.

The First Time I Met Katsuki Bakugou

Oh, it was a mess. Straight-up electric disaster.

We crossed paths in the gym. I was blowing off steam, channeling my quirk into metal dummies, lightning snapping off my fingertips like fireworks. He walked in mid-blast, scowled, and without even blinking went:

“You’re wasting charge. Tighten your stance or get outta my way.”

I didn’t move. He didn’t back down.

The tension? Palpable.

We fought.

Not physically (yet), but with words like knives. Sparks literally flew.

He didn’t trust me. Not at all. He saw my history, my anger, my instability—and it mirrored his own a little too closely. That’s what pissed him off the most.

But over time, after shared missions, near-death moments, and a mutual understanding of how it feels to be treated like a ticking time bomb—we started to get each other. Rough edges and all.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 48

chapter 74:

1. NOT SIRIUS TELLING REMUS TO FUCK HIM AND THEN FINDING OUT HIS DAD IS ON THE PHONE. ID DIE- 💀💀

2. not remus going from: FUCK ME PLEASE to never touch me again, i am unworthy and but an evil temptress

he just went from one shade of dramatic to the next

3. “Remus likes that he can leave doors open and come and go as he pleases. He likes that he can just randomly take a walk whenever he wants, going anywhere and as far as he wants to, hearing the birds sing and letting his new home leave a lasting imprint in his mind, taking shape, something to settle in. He likes that he has the freedom to do anything, and really, all he ever wants to do is just—exist. Just be”

crying when i literally have an exam tomorrow at eight am. 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

4. wolfstar is living my dream. i can’t even begin to tell you. they’re living my dream. i’m so unwell knowing that they get everything i want. i’ve never wanted to be sirius more in my life at this point

5. BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA SIRIUS PROPOSES WITH A SPOON i- that’s the faggotiest thing i’ve ever seen

6. awwwwwwwww remus said yes!! this is the cutest proposal i have ever seen in my life

7. they.. they are making out on the dirt ground of the market surrounded by people

8. “"Was it at least a nice spoon?"

"Worst spoon I've ever seen."”

LMAOOO

9. god i love sapphics. lily has the most dramatic proposal planned for mary. i love lily

10. awwww lily’s gonna have a baby with mary sometime in the near future. they have their own little family!!! i get so happy thinking about it

11. “In Alice's story, he may be the villain, but in his? In his, there was no villain, just pain, and now peace.” yes yes yes YES

12. awww it’s both sad that sirius leaves his mind during his wedding but also so sweet that remus stops the wedding so sirius can remember every bit of it

13. i cried at how happy sirius was to find out that remus waited for him at their wedding

14. pandora has no shame oh my god

15. but also!!!! canon polyam couple 💃🏼💃🏼

16. FHSHDJSJSKJDKDKSJKSKD REMUS AND SIRIUS ARE GONNA BE FOSTER PARENTS OH MY GOD

17. remus being there for lily during the pregnancy test is so special to me. what if i gnawed plastic or mulch or chomped glass? huh? huh???

18. holy shit. regulus babysits for one afternoon and suddenly he’s adopted two more kids. jesus he works fast

19. HARRY!!

20. domestic jegulus raising kids!!!!!!!!!! AND LILY ISNT SURROGATE!! SHES RAISING HARRY WITH MARY!!! 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

21. oh gosh they’re gonna adopt teddy, huh? i can’t wait for this oh my god

22. uhhh i was so invested in the story that i literally don’t have anything else to say about the end of this chapter. i was so fixated on this i swear

chapter 75: FINAL ONE OMG

1. remus is being so gay over sirius in a dress. and bud, me too. me toooo

2. “”You want to know something?"

"What?"

Regulus watches the rain come down, his lips still curled up as he murmurs, "I would have volunteered for you, too."”

i’m crying so bad over here. tbh i think my period is about to begin because i also cried over the episode in my little pony where they all tell the stories of how they got their cutie marks and then the mane six find out they were all connected by rainbow dashes sonic rain boom.

3. i finally recovered then got emotional over the horcrux hornet

4. shdjsjjsjsjs the hat made a full circle

5. EVAN!!! look every time i forget about him, his presence comes back to smack me in the face and hurt me

6. 😟 that’s it? i’m done? i’ve been reading this for months, and i finally finished. i feel both so completed and so very incomplete.

7. it’s over. huh. it’s really over. well. yeah.

[tbosassocialsandhcs]

i love your mentor social media posts!! they're so fun, literally going through your backlog of posts to read them all <33

if you don't mind thg/tbosas crossover requests- maybe katniss being a snow hater? she thinks she's posting privately/only to close friends (she is not. coriolanus gets tagged & is v bitter)

I DO NOT MIND CROSSOVERS AT ALL!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

I love katniss so much, she is the most me out of all the characters so a lot of myself is in these posts, hope you don't mind!

katniss everdeens socials

swamppotato

swamppotato guys, Snow literally sucks. he put us in this arena for what? don't worry though, Prim, I'll be home soon 🫶🏽

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pitamellark are you going to kill me?

swamppotato @ pitamellark don't wanna, bread boy

pitamellark @ swamppotato phew!

gale.hawthorne Lock in, Catnip.

swamppotato @ gale.hawthorne I'm already LOCKED IN an arena, gale. chill

primprim_ I love you

swamppotato @ primprim_ I love you too

birdsbirdsbirds interlinked

swamppotato @ birdsbirdsbirds interlinked

swamppotato

swamppotato LOOK AT MY MAN. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAA AAAA AAAA LOOK AT HIS ARMS.

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pitamellark katniss! umm 😳😳 🫠🫠🦋🧡🦋🧡

birdsbirdsbirds downbad loser in love (- peeniss' number one fan)

pitamellark @ birdsbirdsbirds THATS OUR SHIP NAME!?!?!

swamppotato @ birdsbirdsbirds hehehe peeniss

gale.hawthorne .....I'm here.

birdsbirdsbirds @ gale.hawthorne and I'm in the photo. maybe you can be happy for her.

gale.hawthorne @ birdsbirdsbirds alright, drunk.

swamppotato

swamppotato I hate this all so much. take me home now. I even miss that stupid fucking cat.

liked by primprim_, gale.hawthorne, and others

primprim_ stop being mean to buttercup!

AstridEverdeen Katniss. watch your language, young lady.

pitamellark soon, you're doing great 🧡

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peetamellark

peetamellark she makes me a real winner 💚

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eeffiee lovely young couple! 💜🩷💜🩷

liked by peetamellark

random.capitol.fangirl1 AAAAAAAAAAA EVERLARRKKK!!!!!!!!!!

random.capitol.fangirl2 NUMBER 1 EVERLARK FAAANNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

swamppotato my man my man my man

peetamellark @ swamppotato baby, wrong account

katnisseverdeen

katnisseverdeen Snow made me wear it. I hate hate hate hate him.

liked by birdsbirdsbirds, bee._tee._, and others

random.capitol.fangirl3 wait, what's going on?

birdsbirdsbirds HA nice one, sweetheart

finnick_odair what if he sees this, katniss?

katnisseverdeen @ finnick_odair he's sending me to die in an arena, again. idc.

peetamellark wrong account, love.

katnisseverdeen

katnisseverdeen shoutout @ tiggy_snowy SNOW HATE CLUBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

liked by birdsbirdsbirds, gale.hawthorne, and others

random.capitol.fangirl4 guys, what?

random.capitol.fangirl5 @ random.capitol.fangirl4 idk either. @ PresidentSnow ???

birdsbirdsbirds I'm so proud ❤❤

peetamellark katniss. wrong account.

uselesswhinersson @ Snowlandsontop

Snowlandsontop alright smart alec. listen. you don't understand the half of it. we're more alike than you want to think.

katnisseverdeen @ Snowlandsontop who tf is this

tiggy_snowy @ katnisseverdeen Snow. but his teen account?????

Snowlandsontop @ tiggy_snowy I reactivated it.

katnisseverdeen @ Snowlandsontop why? couldn't you just use your normal account?

Snowlandsontop @ katnisseverdeen and have all of panem see? I don't think so.

tiggy_snowy @ Snowlandsontop all your posts are still up.

katnisseverdeen @ Snowlandsontop stalked this account, what happened?

tiggy_snowy @ katnisseverdeen documented twink death is crazy

katnisseverdeen

katnisseverdeen spending time with family!! alike dead man Snow!!

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peetamellark Snow found dead at 83!!!

katnisseverdeen @ peetamellark WWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! and Coin!

geesefather @ katnisseverdeen some may say 2 birds with 1 stone

[mytdpblog]

My Season 7 thoughts while watching (spoilers below obviously🤭)

Episode 1

-Ethari looks so good!!!

-"You're stuck with me now" ahhhhhhhhhh Rayllummmmmm

-Terry my beloved

-Soooo is Aaravos just gonna stay that big?💀

-Omg Soren and Callum hug my heart broke

-I want to hug Ezran so bad

-Bite of an arch dragon can kill Aaravos.... Mmmm interesting

-Aaravos just turns himself into a mountain??? Lmao okay

-"sunfire always hot" LMAO

-I MADE A PRIMISE TO THE HUMAN I LOVE AHHHHHHHH RAYLA

-SECOND KISS AHHHHHHHH

-Knew Ezran wasn't gonna react well to Runaan and honestly valid

-Yay Astrid go help!!!!

-Kosmo wtf do you know😭

Episode 2

-hate Rayla and Ezran fighting

-KISS RAYLLUM AHHHH FOREHEAD TOUCH AHHHHHH

-"that was salty" lmao

-Omg Callum saving Rayla and Runaan fuck

-Jesus fucking Christ Callum betrayed Ezran jfc adahsgsusdhhd I am not okay

-Terry better not fucking die

Episode 3

-Ezran and Janai parallel fucked me up

-That Claudia and Terry kiss was adorable

-Aanya is so smart and wise I love her

-Fucking knew she was pregnant lmao why not

-Oh god those weapons are cool but Zyms face :(:(

Episode 4

-Omg that Runaan and Ethari reunion stop🥹

-"My home is where you are" WHAT IF I JUST DIE😭

-Oh fuck you Aaravos that was horrible

-Damn those Moonshadow elves are harsh

-Family hug!

-My god that music was so sad....

-Terry taking care of the baby birds I CANNOT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LET ME GIVE HIM A HUG

Episode 5

-Ohhh had a thought Terry might go to Ezran but kinda as a joke but omg love that👀

-Callum taking care of kids.... This won't end well💀 and yeah I'm speaking cause I know kids and work with them sooooo good fucking luck to Callum

-LMAO NOT SOREN GOING BIG BROTHER MODE ON TERRY💀

-Those elf kids are menaces afajasghsgshs

-NOT THEM TALKING ABOUT CALLUM AND RAYLAS BABYS I CANNOT💀💀💀💀

-CALLUM WANTS TO HAVE 10 BABIES WITH YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK

-Another rayllum kisss ahhhhhh

Episode 6

-Oh no ..... That reflection of Callum.... Fuck

-That evil Callum gives me Void Stiles istg

-Omg Soren and Claudias mum😭 I bet it's Lujannes illusion

-Oh fuck no Callum do NOT use dark magic FUCK

-Fucking knew it was an illusion..... Fuck

-Arrow through the throat holy shit

-Trapping Aaravos like that..... Lets see if that lasts lol

Episode 7

-Ahhhh everyone getting help!

-Knew Claudia got to Akiyu before Callum

-Runaan saving Callum omg😭

-Mage fight mage fight mage fight!!!!

-Callum with the staff.... Claudia left it for a reason for sure FUCK

-AVIZANDUM??? FUCK

Episode 8

-Karim fuck you dude

-Lmao I was thinking Aaravos would crush him as a joke💀💀💀💀 sorry not sorry I laughed

-Damn rip Rex Igneous

-Rayllum kiss☺️ two kisses!!!!

-Callum is so gonna use dark magic and I am so ready and scared at the same time

-RUNAAN IS GONNA KILL CALLUM???  THATS WHAT HE TOLD HIM????? OH THIS IS SO GOOD BUT IT HURTS OMFG NO NO NO I LOVE AND HATE THIS HOLY SHIT

Episode 9

-Oh shut the fuck Rayla no omg but yes but no omg😭

-MY HEART FOR XADIA😭😭😭😭

-Omg Avizandum has dark eyes and if he bites Aaravos he could kill him and thats what Astrid said is the prophecy omg pls let it be true and let Callum live

-OMG CALLUM HAS WHITE HAIR FUCK

-Nooooo not Zubeiaaaaa

-Wait did all those dragons die???? The ocean one??? Jfc

-I am so not ready for the Callum and Ezran talk

-Yayyyyy hug🥹🥹🥹🥹

-ZYM JUST TALKED??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH THAT'S A HELL OF A VOICE

-Okay okay I knew him saying that he'll return in 7 years and 19 days wasn't a random thing...... If we get the 3rd arc it would be about that right? Also 7 year jump..... Holy fucking yes

-Everkind is so cheesy I love it so much

-But also where the fuck are Ethari and Runaan

-Yeah also Claudia where did she go

-Oh god she is gonna wait too

-Oh boy Ezran and Runaan

-Ahhhhhh Ezran and Rayla hug stop😭

-No..... There is no fucking way...... Harrow is not in the fucking bird like the fan theories said💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY ADAKSGSJSGSJDHD

-Omg rayllum date?👀 It better not be a proposal lmao

-"You know what I love about you? Everything" STOP BEING CUTE FOR FIVE SECONDS😭

-KISSSSSS

-Leolas last wish...... Why did they have to do that to me????🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

-IS THAT A RAYLLUM DRAWING OF THEM MORE GROWN UP??????

[parismemes]

sentence starters from the mountain goats - nothing for juice

"i saw you coming through."

"why do you come around?"

"why'd you go home?"

"i was certain i was going to cry."

"you were giving the game away."

"we were just nineteen years old."

"i hear you starting up again."

"i see the veins throbbing in your neck."

"i know what you're saying, and i know what you're saying it for."

"i'm not listening."

"i'm not listening anymore."

"i see a stranger in your eyes."

"gotta keep moving."

"the daylight keeps moving."

"there's a hellhound on my trail."

"i saw something dark and silent passing by."

"when you said your name out loud, something broke inside me."

"your house is depressing."

"your house is dirty."

"why don't you come outside a little while?"

"why don't you step into the sun?"

"let me take you down."

"what the hell are you looking at?"

"warm is the fragrant night."

"when shall we meet again?"

"when the night has left us, will the spell remain?"

"night is at our command."

"i walked around the lake's perimeter."

"i will grab you by the ears."

"you will know something."

"i saw the birds go by."

"i saw the lake reflected in your eyes."

"i saw you in the blazing light."

"you grabbed hold, i let go."

"i saw the ceiling spin."

"i let my mind drift."

"i would give anything in the world up for you, but i will not stop."

"you had questions only a masochist would ask."

"i brought your blanket."

"i know what i want."

"i know what we need."

"his little song is a very pretty song."

"it's something i won't stand for."

"i know we're done for."

"i had a mind to tell you, but i didn't want to hurt you."

"if i knew how to form the words, i would ask you what you'd come for."

"i knew i had to have it for my own."

"why don't you try some? i already had some myself."

"is that the most delicious thing you ever tasted in your life?"

"the cold sorrow gripped me by the throat."

"you had the prettiest hair i'd ever seen."

"i could hear your beating heart."

"24 hours later, you had left me completely alone."

"i watched the whole world come apart."

"you know what i mean."

"i remember who you are."

"you can tell your lawyer that he can go to hell."

"i can take whatever you are offering reasonably well."

"four long years come to nothing."

"it's your birthday."

"nothing makes any sense anymore."

"die hard, die kicking."

"i've been watching the lamps burn."

"i've been listening to the wind chime."

"i've been waiting my turn."

"i'm coming to you."

"i made myself up again, brand new."

"i am broken."

"i am tired."

"i am coming to you with my mouth dripping."

"it was alright just to be alive."

"it was good that you were mine."

"there was a barn owl trapped in the rafters."

"that was the only thing we knew."

"i loved you so much it was making me sick."

"had a vision of you burning on my mind."