#cos i would just make it randomly throughout the day

[princessbrunette]

fish reader who just… doesn’t talk. paired w big john bc he probs smells like fish. -🌸

fish!reader having sex with big john but it’s just that video of the fish with the carrot in its mouth that’s like “AUGH”

[a-killer-obsession]

Omg your last Hcs ❤️🙏. Would you do a masturbation Hc for the Kid Pirates too?

Yes yes yes 🙌

Now presenting:

☠️ Kid Pirates ☠️

Masturbation Headcannons 💦

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

CW for somnophilia but in this context please assume it is consenting and pre discussed ✌️

Kid

Hes doing it all day, every day. In bed, in the shower, at his desk, in the crows nest, in his workshop. Walk in on him? He doesn't care, he's gonna keep going with a shit eating grin on his face

He'd rather be fucking you but his libido is so high he doesn't wanna always bother you or Killer, so he's got no problem dealing with it himself

Love love loves mutual masturbation, he wants to watch you watching him

Almost everyone has walked in on him at some point

Knows what he likes and gets straight to it, he can make himself cum quick but if hes bored he'll just keep going over and over

Pretty quiet when he does it though, just grunts and small groans

Doesn't usually use anything external like toys or porn, just his imagination and good ol' righty (lefty had enough of the abuse and left him)

If you're sleeping next to him you better believe you're waking up with cum on your back or stomach if he didn't already put it in you

Killer

As I mentioned in the HC about their dicks, Killer cums a LOT and its MESSY so masturbation is a whole fucking ordeal for him. He can't just do it where or when ever he wants

Only does it in bed or the shower cos of the cleanup, and you better believe that door is LOCKED cos he feels so ashamed doing it

Likes to run his extra hand all over his body and pretend its someone else. It's definitely a intimate thing for him, if he's gonna commit to the mess he may as well make it a whole experience

Really good at holding off, hardly ever just runs away to jerk off

Moans and talks to himself a lot throughout. Bites the pillow and his own hand a lot

Owns porn but doesn't really use it, would rather just touch himself to his own imagination. Doesn't often get horny randomly so if he's run off to jerk it then there's no doubt already something specific on his mind that set him off

The exception to this is when he watches someone else fuck his girl, then he's jerking it full force and unashamed

Heat

Does it almost as often as Kid but still a fair amount

Owns an absolute treasure trove of porn and toys. Definitely has a favourite fleshlight. Probably owns one of those full on torsos

Likes to play with his ass when he's doing it

Whimpers a lot 🤤

Will shamelessly do it somewhere he shouldn't be and then just go about his day with cum still in his pants, kinda likes the thrill of possibly getting caught

Definitely has secret photos of you, don't ask what the white stain on them is

Definitely has The Sock™ and its just as crusty and fucked up as you'd think. Teenage virgin energy

He'll do it while you're asleep and leave you to wake up with cum on your pussy, thanks Heat

Wire

Doesn't have as high of a libido as the others, so he doesn't usually jerk it, he'll just make someone get him off on the rare occasion that he's randomly horny. Usually you or Heat, whichever submissive is available

Hes seen it all so he doesn't just get randomly flustered, but he doesn't let himself get pent up either. He'll have someone deal with it for him if he thinks it's been too long

Aka this man isn't going to bother masturbating, he's just gonna jam it down someone's throat instead

On the very very rare occasion, he'll jerk off watching his submissive(s) playing with themselves or each other

Dead. Fucking. Silent. You get one grunt at the end at thats IT

[xoxoamyas]

rating : fluffy headcanons + drabbles, use of petnames on reader [ darling and love ]

dating wilbur soot headcanons !

note : i thought i'd give headcanons / drabbles a try. i have a few ideas for other characters, but i'm unsure as to if i should format them like this or as oneshots. either way, i'll figure it out. i hope you enjoy !

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— he's the type to hold your hand whenever, whether or not you're dating. in the store? he'll randomly reach for your hand and hold it. if your arms are full, he'll take some items off your hands and take your freshly free hand in his own free hand.

— he loves holding you in general. his favourite way to hold you is by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. he’ll also wrap his arm around your shoulder at random, especially if he notices someone making you uncomfortable.

— he loves singing soft songs to you, whether or not it's a song he made. he loves laying with you after a long day and softly humming or singing you to sleep, especially. he absolutely adores it when you do it for him in return, but he won’t say so.

— he’s not the type to get jealous, he trusts you wholeheartedly, but he’ll get jealous if he sees someone you're not related to get particularly touchy with you.

“Darling? Oh, hello, am I interrupting?” Wilbur had just walked over, moving to hold your hand in one of his own as his other arm wrapped around your shoulders.

The person you had been talking to had instantly grown tense and backed off, seeing how touchy Wilbur instantly had been with you when they had to work up to grazing your arm or hold one of your hands. Not missing the usage of “darling”, either.

“No, we were just chatting.” You answered with ease, unaware of the mood shift from the other person as you leaned into Wilbur.

“Yeah, just chatting. I actually have to go, my friends are waiting on me.” They dismiss, offering no more than a small wave and hardly any time for a chance to respond before they leave.

Wilbur places a kiss on your cheek right after, moving to properly wrap his arms around your waist. “They left quickly.” You had grumbled under your breath with a slight huff, clearly not realizing they had been flirting with you.

“It's alright, let's go get something to snack on, love.”

— he's definitely the type to randomly throw tiny things at you. he'll throw a random piece of popcorn during a movie at home. when you're reading he'll ball up a ripped piece of paper and throw it at you. the only things he'll properly hand to you are important objects, like a tamagotchi.

— speaking of tamagotchi, he'll definitely at some point co-parent one with you. he names it together with you and will switch with you throughout the day. when he goes on tour, if you don’t come with him, he lets you keep it.

— he’s definitely written songs about and for you. whether it's a soft song about the morning spent together or a song about your ups and downs, it’s written with attention and love. he usually likes to get your opinion on the songs he’s written, but he’ll wait until the songs for you are completely done.

— when you do decide to go on tour with him, he's completely smitten and ecstatic to bring you along. you get along well with Ash, Joe, and Mark and usually go souvenir shopping and get Wilbur a gift. he's definitely had you step on stage to dance with him at least once if you were too shy to sing.

Wilbur lets out a breath, feeling like he was the embodiment of power and euphoria. His eyes go to his band mates just behind him on the stage, momentarily blocking out the crowd before his eyes land on you, just behind the curtain. A familiar loving look falls over his features as he smiles that one smile specifically for you, raising a hand and motioning you over.

They were already getting ready for their next song, but he had a sense of urgency to be close to you. When you shake your head with a clearly obviously nervous smile, he walks away from his position. Behind the curtain, his hands would find your own as his lips press to yours for even just a second before he's gently tugging you along as he steps back out onto the open stage.

He loves when you fold and join him, especially when you slip into what seemed like a natural role on stage. He can't bring himself to do anymore than take long glances when he starts talking or singing once more. Wilbur felt like his breath was taken away more and more with each passing second, yet not from the crowd or the singing.

[simpinberry]

for my mental health i need hcs of bella ramsey x fem or gn reader with words of affirmation love language ‼️‼️

hi guys i’m back to feed you some more bella content ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ hope i did this right and that u guys like it :) also tysm for the requests

listen listen!!! after taking a shower she would 100% leave sweet compliments on the foggy mirror for u to read. will add ‘kiss your s/o’ to your to do lists.

will text/send photos of random things that reminds you of her throughout the day. she does this especially when she’s on set and you guys can’t talk much. they have your favorite snack there? sends u a photo and tells u theyre thinking of u. lots of i miss yous, love yous and that she can’t wait to be home to see u again. “text me abt what you get up to today babe” “pedro is making fun of me because i’m apparently such a simp for you, he is absolutely, in every way, correct ;).” “i saw a butterfly today n it reminded me of the pretty tattoo you have”

will watch u like the weirdo she is when you’re getting ready in the morning. sneaks up behind u and repeatedly attacks ur face with kisses. “i have the most beautiful gf in the world” “omg i love this purple eyeliner on you, it rlly suits you” “your curls look really defined today, the new conditioner you got is so good!! my beautiful bby”

is the type to whisper compliments in between kisses. yk like corny spelling out of i love you in between pecks? yep, does that. “i really really like you” “my darling” “mine” “you’re so cute” in between kisses hehehe.

spam texts you when you send/post a photo. in your dms/comment section screechingggg!! my mans is DOWN BADDD. needs and loves to comment “first” on ur posts. they actually make up most of ur comment section. “BABE IM DYING YOURE TOO BEAUTIFUL” “so glad we’ve advanced technology so i can stare at this photo 4life if i want to” “you+this dress= my death”

randomly tweets a photo of you, captioning it “this is my darling, be jealous, gn”

very validating when you’re upset and talks you through it. thanks you for speaking up and communicating abt anything that’s been bothering you. SPILLS THE TEA WITH YOUUU. you have a co worker you hate? she hates them too. listen to me when i say she is on ur side, she is shocked and they’ll even remember stuff you’ve previously told them to add to the fire. best bf frr “thank you for telling me babe, i’ll really keep it in mind next time, i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings like that” “it sounds like it’s been difficult for you to complete (insert task) you’ve been working through it so well :)” “he said what??? yeah like he’s one to talk, go go! continue tell me more i’m invested” “babe you’re honestly so right, this is why i always listen to u”

definitely acknowledges you so so much when you accomplish something. will go on about how proud they are of you, how well you’ve done and how wonderful it is. big or small, bellas on her way to pour her heart out to you. would be unbelievably encouraging throughout the process too, telling you to keep going and trust the progress. “you’ve got this babe, go on :))” “that drawing is absolutely amazing, you’re so talented omg look at the details” “you submitted your assignment?? ahead of time?? that’s my girl frr” “these cookies are amazing, thank u sm for baking them ughh give me a hug you’re the best baker ever, they’re so soft!!”

you guys will be facetiming one night when shes away in a different country for filming. she’s been gone two months and you really miss them. you get a bit emotional talking abt it and they really listen, telling you to let it out. just before you guys hang up they tell you to look at the last drawer of your jewellery box. turns out she wrote you a letter before she left, many letters in fact, for when you really miss them. you can’t help but sob reading it. she attached a polaroid photo of you guys kissing at bottom of the page. she’s so incredibly kind in the letter, telling you how wonderful its been getting to know you these past few months. "hehe youre probably crying from how nice im being" istg this mf even teases you in writing. when you're finished you call her back, they immediately burst out laughing at your blood shot eyes, “hahahhs i knew you’d cry”. sneaks in a ‘you look so pretty even when you cry’. tells you they have more hidden around your room and that when you need it she’ll tell you where you can find more ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

goodnight!! if i made any mistakes, no i didn’t. byebye!!

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by the absolutely lovely @staceymcgillicuddy and my wondrous darling @pearlypairings - thank you both! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

15, 13 of which are complete and the last two very nearly finished. 😭

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

365,528 and counting. I’m a rambler!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Stranger Things… nothing else has grabbed my attention quite the way s4 did.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

With a Little Help From My Friends (my ultra-long found family fic)

Why Should I Cry For You (that one surprised me, it came from way behind!)

Not-so-iron Maiden (Eddie & Max sibling supremacy)

Tattoos and Trash Talk (Eddie and El bonding)

the shield and the shepherd (my very first fic! Eddie and Chrissy falling in love without Vecna in the way)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I’m absolutely tickled every time somebody likes something I wrote enough that they take the time to leave me a comment about it. I’ve even made a few friends that way!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Into the Shining Sun? Even then, it’s angst with a very hopeful note to it. There’s enough angst in my real life; I like everything in my fics to turn out okay.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So far, With a Little Help, because it ended with Eddie and Chrissy’s wedding!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, I haven’t. I honestly think it will break my heart if it ever happens. I stumbled completely by accident across a post here on tumblr hating on GreatMage and I literally cried about that for two days. (Shameful!)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, I live firmly in the fluff zone. All of my fics are rated a very mild T.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Haven’t tried one yet, but maybe someday, if I can think of a good idea!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. How would I even know that? 🤔

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but @pearlypairings and I have kicked around a few fun ideas and someday we are going to make Clarkelley happen!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is a nearly impossible question.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I’ve only got two WIPs and they’re both almost done, so— none!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Omg, I don’t even know, honestly. Umm… I guess building friendships and relationships between characters?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Anything outside of my comfort zone. I have a tiny little box I tend to stay in, and refuse to even try branching out.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

With the help of Google Translate, I’ve scattered some bits of Welsh dialogue here and there throughout Next Time I Fall. Apparently I got most of it wrong. So I don’t think I’ll try any other languages unless I’m actually familiar with them!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably X-Files? And then there was that random embarrassing NSYNC stuff… we won’t talk about that. Those were all just scribbled in old journals, though. I never actually posted anything publicly until I found Ao3 last year.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think each one is my favorite while I’m working on it! But I think I have to say Next Time I Fall, because the response to it was so much more than I expected, and people’s engagement with and investment in the story has given me so much joy.

Randomly tagging @tnmdfhgkg @saltyseagoat83 @sokkas-first-fangirl

and for anyone else who sees this and feels like sharing, 🫵 *boop* I tag you!

[hotcat37]

more käkka and jerse questions!!! 4, 6, 12, 16, and 28 pleaseee :33

4: what's their favorite sleeping position?

Jerse: honestly any position where Jesse can just....hold his man. Sideways, upside down, doesn't matter as long as he's got Jere cuddled up to him Käkka: ngl I think Jere either spoons Jukka from behind or lies directly on top of him like a weighted blanket lol It just seems very cozy <3

6: do they go out often or stay indoors?

Jerse: it depends. If they've had a very busy week, a day off would be spend just lazing around at home but if both of them are feeling up for it Jesse will plan for them to go on walks or do something fun like ice hockey 💖💖 Käkka: Jukka prefers to stay indoors and I think sometimes Jere also just needs to have some time away from social interactions+social media so chilling with Jukka and playing videogames is how he recharges :)

12: what are their sleep schedules? Who is the sleepiest?

Jerse: Jesse tries to have a normal 8 hour sleep schedule but it's not always possible due to stress and early meetings/coming home late after a gig. Jere's sleep schedule is...not really a schedule. I still think Jesse would be the sleepier one tho because while Jere sleeps less, the quality of his sleep is better than Jesse's Käkka: Jukka has a surprisingly healthy sleep schedule that he usually manages to maintain. If he can't get his 8 hours in he'll just take some naps throughout the day. Jere is eepy sleepy in comparison and will crawl onto the couch to sleep with Jukka when he's taking a nap :3

16: what's their favorite domestic bliss moment?

Jerse: on the occasions that Jesse isn't at a gig, Jere loves the feeling of coming home to him after a show <3 Just getting home all tired and drained to see his boyfriend half asleep waiting for him just makes his heart melt every time Käkka: when Jukka plays guitar in the living room while Jere is cooking in the kitchen. Just co-existing and quietly finding comfort in each other even while both of them are doing different things :)

28: what's something that reminds them of their partner? Do they have anything with them of their partner?

Jerse: Jesse definitely associates Jere with a messy raccoon lol Also when he sees an inflatable flamingo....vacation Jere on the brain. I like to think Jesse always carries something of Jere's around. A candybar he likes, a Bulbasaur bracelet, the key to Jere's apartment because there's no way he wouldn't constantly lose it lol As for Jere he associates Jesse with curly haired dogs and oak trees 💖 I like to think he randomly wears Jesse's lanyard outside of gigs sometimes or when he's bored he plays with a roll of washi tape (I hc that Jesse collects those <3) Käkka: Jere associates Jukka with cats and anything that is long (street lanterns, flats etc) He's deffo a clothes stealer so I can see him wearing one of Jukka's oversized hoodies that still smells like him... As for Jukka he's immediately reminded of his silly boyfriend whenever he sees neon green and anything with spikes. He always has a Pokémon card with him that Jere gave to him years ago :)

[llliiinnnaaa]

Reprisal | Chapter Ten

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Thank you for reading!

      Snow lands on top .

Coriolanus’ jaw clenches and relaxes, repeating the words to himself throughout the reaping, his leg shaking lightly with the impatient, silent pattering of his shoe against the marbled floor. 

“ They’ve replaced Dr. Crane’s subject with Martia Glint’s, and only revealed they had done so in front of the President. ” Philo had said only that, randomly, out of nowhere, Snow having not even realized he had snuck back inside. 

It was laughable, almost. 

Almost . 

Livia glances at her husband, his chest just barely heaving, his leg just barely moving, and her dark blonde brows furrow in concern, her own thoughts running wild with whatever might be the issue – though she has her suspicions.

Certainly it’s due to her surprising him at breakfast with a little red dress, trimmed in delicate lace, the garment waiting on the table beside his coffee and breakfast.

She watched his blue eyes study it, picking it up and staring before looking at her.

“ . . . That’s why I cut my trip short.” She had explained, smiling. “Mother took me to the clinic yesterday because I wasn’t feeling right . . . I’m so far along they could see it was a girl .” 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, his mind actually drew a blank line as he thought of his future, her future, now that they’d have a child to raise and incorporate into it, as well. 

Then his thoughts began to turn. 

Had she known and just not told him? Had they not agreed to hold off on children until they’d accomplished the goal in their careers that they were already so near to reaching? 

Had she planned to do this without telling him?

Snow started to feel somewhat trapped, but nevertheless, he bore a smile and watery eyes – filled with tears of joy or sorrow, he couldn’t tell for certain. 

“ Is she healthy? ” He asked, his question sparked delight in Livia’s grey-blue eyes. 

“ She is. ” She assured him. “ I counted all ten toes and fingers myself, her heart sounds strong . . . she’s healthy, and she’s beautiful. ” She added. 

He could at least appreciate the poetry of finding out he’d take part in bringing a new life into the world on the same day District children would be reaped to be possibly taken out of it. 

His hand had come up to splay across her stomach that hadn’t grown much at all, not enough to make either of them think she had been pregnant. 

Horror stories had been heard of women going the entirety of their pregnancy without realizing it, only to deliver it themselves.

His lips turned downward at the thought of his wife ruining the sparkling white of their bathroom with the mess that is birth, bringing their baby into the world on the cold floor, no medication to dull the pain he can only imagine to be excruciating. 

Coriolanus had then thought of his mother, sweet and naive as she had been, too good to die the way that she had. 

Livia would be different, he had decided then and there, as he wrapped his arms around her where he sat at the table, and pressed his cheek against her while her soft hands had rubbed at his shoulders.

One of those same hands now rest on his thigh, stopping the motion of his leg. 

He looks at her, seeing the worry on her made-up face.

She thinks you’re this way because of her, because of her pregnancy, he tells himself. 

He’ll explain it all when they leave. 

Looking at Dr. Gaul makes him sick.

He hasn’t felt this exact pain of betrayal since the girl he refuses to name anymore.

Volumnia had practically raised him in his profession, she encouraged him, mentored him, guided his every move to ensure his success. 

He assumed she would do the same – possibly more so – since she had been the one to pair him with her own niece. 

Did she not want to see Tawny succeed? To carry out the Gaul legacy of Gamemaking?

His mind drifts, worry then seeping through.

Does she know? He asks him, beginning to wonder if Dr. Gaul had seen the little glances Snow and Dr. Crane would exchange. If she had taken notice that every now and then, he would lose his own control for just a split second and his blue eyes would trail to Tawny’s full lips, picturing them on him, around him, moaning out his name. . .

Perhaps replacing Dr. Crane’s subject was a punishment, a way of lashing Coriolanus and Tawny for their lack of propriety . 

Heterochromatic eyes meet his as she announces the last two tributes from District 12, the boy and girl showing on the screen, her stare lingering. 

Usually he’d offer a small smile of acknowledgement, endearing and admirable because of how highly he thinks of her.

But he can’t bring himself to do so, now, his jaw tight and gritting, his blue eyes doused in rage.

He refuses to pretend, he refuses to play nice. 

Dr. Gaul is one of several on the Board that has now made an enemy of him, whether she realizes it or not.

He decides that perhaps she does realize it, based on the knowing little nod of her head to him. 

      She had done just what she said she would.

The private pool of their apartment building is empty, everyone inside with their eyes glued to a screen, viewing the coverage of the Reaping that Lucky Flickerman was currently reiterating. 

It’s just Tawny, her third fruity cocktail, the sun, and the sparkle off the blue water that she’s laid out beside in a drunk, exhausted haze. 

She stays like it for hours, reapplying her sun cream as best as she can, eventually lying down in one of the cabana’s until her skin starts to burn.

After her sixth hour, her forth drink, and the sun starting to set, she feels a pull at her foot. 

Opening her eyes, her dad’s crawling in as best as he can to lay beside her. 

She reeks of sunscreen, strawberry syrup and liquor, her eyes look red from crying – and also the sting of her sunscreen getting into them after mingling with her tears – she’s pathetic, defeated, completely not a Gaul, at all.

He hasn’t seen her this way since Tullia was killed. 

“Tawny Owl,” He starts with her childhood nickname, the very thing she had been named after . . . he doesn’t quite know what to say next, having been informed of what had happened by Dyess.

Tiberius didn’t appreciate that his sister nor Tawny’s husband hadn't attempted to even take up for Tawny – or even make her aware of a situation they both seemed to know of. 

He didn’t like that the embarrassment of his daughter had come across so personally. 

Tawny lays on her side, covered up to her chin with her towel, sniffling in her half-asleep, half-wasted stupor. 

“I’m so humiliated.” She whispers it hoarsely, her father’s wrinkled fingers wiping at her tears as he says, “You did the best you could do, Tawny. You did your best. If it wasn’t good enough for any of them, then that’s their problem.”

“President Ravinstill looked at me like I was . . .” She trails off, struggling to put it into words, the expression on the man’s face having been that of slight annoyance and concern – he looked at her like she was mentally unstable. 

She had to have been to speak out of place to him. 

And the way Dyess spoke up and asked the President to excuse her, as if she did have something wrong with her and didn’t know any better. 

“ . . . I’m so humiliated.” Is all she says, again, to finish her thought.

“President Ravinstill’s on his last leg, Tawny. He doesn’t know if he’s coming or going.” He states, scoffing, pulling a small, sad smile from his daughter. “I wouldn’t give a damn what he or anyone else has to think of you. Not your aunt, not your husband, not Snow. Not even me or your mother.” He continues. “If you know you are good at what you do, if you know your work deserved to be in these Games, if you know you have earned every bit of the respect owed to you, then that is all that matters. You keep your head held high and you figure something else out.” He finishes. 

“Because I’m a Gaul? And that’s just what we do?” She sarcastically scoffs it out, having already accepted that she’s never going to live up to her maiden name.

“Because you’re a Tawny .” He says, instead, as if it’s much simpler yet far more important. “And keeping your head up and figuring something else out is not something inherited from me, or your aunt, or your grandparents, or great-grandparents . . . it’s not something that comes with the ancestral name. It’s something you learned how to do when it was just you and your mother while me and your brothers were away. It’s something Tawny does. Not Gauls as a whole.”

She wants to argue with him, she wants to tell him that it indeed is something she inherited from him, having seen him do so himself for decades – particularly when he returned from the war with part of his leg gone, his sons all dead, and his wife gone to spend time in the company of other men. 

He was nonchalant about his leg – prideful – but still nonchalant, as if navigating and re-working how he did certain things to better accommodate part of his missing limb wouldn’t be an uphill battle or nuisance beyond belief. 

He grieved his children, putting their medals and flags on display in their living room. 

He was patient with her mother — far more patient than Tawny would have ever been able to be had she returned home from fighting in a war to find her spouse had been selling themselves  and didn’t stop upon her return. 

But he rarely complained about any of it, he rarely made fuss, he kept his chin up and worked through all of it. He figured it out. 

“Now, you can be a Gamescientist or a Gamemaker – or Head Gamemaker – or a Housewife, it doesn’t matter. You’ve earned all of it all the same.” He concludes with a shrug, wiping at more tears that streak down her face.

“I think I’ll just be a housewife for right now.” She states with a chuckle despite still crying, trying to harbor some of the positivity Tiberius is exuding. 

“Well, then, I know you’ll be the best damn housewife one could be.” He states for certain, a laugh now coming from her as she says, “I love you.”

He pats her cheek, smiling widely as he replies, “I love you even more.” 

He kisses her forehead and sits up, sighing out, “Now, come on. Your mother is cooking dinner. Don’t make me suffer through it alone.” 

Another laugh leaves her as he grabs her hand and helps pull her up, Tawny wrapping the towel around herself so she won’t be out in a swimsuit just for anyone in the apartment building to see. 

Once they reach the apartment, Tawny holding tightly to her father’s hand to keep from stumbling around, Tiberius announces, “Look who I found!”

“Oh, wonderful, just in time for dinner.” Minerva says back from the kitchen, kissing her husband’s cheek as the two of them join her.

She gently pats Tawny’s cheek with her palm, kissing her other cheek and hugging her, not caring that Tawny’s skin is sticky with reapplied sun cream, sweat, and liquor that is surely seeping from her pores at this point.

“It’ll work out, dear.” She assures Tawny, patting her back a couple times before pulling away.

“I’m going to shower, then I’ll eat.” Tawny informs them.

Dyess is finishing his dinner, having not waited for Tiberius to retrieve his pouting child from the pool.

He doesn’t acknowledge his wife as she walks past – still quite cross with her about how she behaved earlier in front of the damn President himself, irritated that she had left without telling anyone.

 Tawny doesn’t acknowledge him, either. 

She showers, scrubbing herself clean, already feeling somewhat better when she’s finished.

Joining her family in leisure shorts and a tank top, she steps out of her room.

“We have a guest.” Her mother says, having heard her before Tawny rounds the corner to the kitchen, stopping in her tracks at the sight of him.  

Coriolanus stands to his feet upon seeing her. 

She said she’s going to spend her summers by a pool from now on, that she’s quitting , Philo’s words come back to him as he looks at her.

Initially, Snow had been disgusted by Mr. Marius’ recount of Tawny’s words. 

But now he has to force his eyes from catching on her chest, or her exposed thighs, and keep from picturing her in a swimsuit, stretched out in the sun. 

He’s still in his suit he’d worn to the Reaping, he and Livia doing their diligent fair share of mingling afterward.

He looks just as beaten as she does, his polite smile he’d worn for her parents and husband dissipates.

“I’m sorry to intrude,” He starts it with a lie, “But I’m afraid we need to discuss some things concerning our work given the sudden turn of today’s events.” 

She’s tempted to glare at her husband whose seated on the sofa next to her father, watching Capitol TV, pretending not to be listening to their conversation.

“Yes, we do.” She agrees, looking to her mother.

There’s nowhere safe for them to speak freely in here, not without whispering or just writing what they want to say on a piece of paper and sliding it back and forth.

Minerva takes notice of their hesitation and clears her throat to get their attention. 

“The roof.” She mouths to her daughter.

It’s a small reminder that she’s also on Tawny’s side in this.

Not a word is spoken between Snow and Dr. Crane as they make their way up to the roof.

It isn’t until they’re breathing night air, doused in firework residue that Tawny asks, “What did Dyess say to you at the restaurant?”

Coriolanus takes in a breath, their affair the last thing he wants to speak about at the moment. 

“Our work – which was supposed to be featured in the Games in a couple days – was replaced, and neither of us had been made aware of it, which caused you to unofficially resign, and set us right back to square one. But you want to discuss what petty thing your husband said to me a couple nights ago? That’s your concern?”

“The way he was acting – he knows . Even if he doesn’t realize it just yet, he does, in fact, know. And being that my career is already shot to oblivion and all I’ve got left is my reputation as a decent wife: yes . Yes , Mr. Snow. My husband finding out I am for certain having an affair is my concern. Because I can’t have a failed career, and a failed marriage.”

“Oh, please, Tawny, that’s not –”

“It’s not what?!” She cuts him short, raising her voice at him. “You have a scandal and it’ll probably be a pat on the back for being such a charmer, I have a scandal – a failed career, a failed marriage –”

“ – Your marriage failed ages ago!” He’s had enough, snapping it out, sick of hiding it, sick of covering up the truth that’s so badly needed to be free.

Sick of keeping Dyess Crane’s secret for Dr. Gaul, when Dr. Gaul can’t even remain loyal to him.

Tawny furrows her brows, her face twisting in confusion.

“ What ?” She asks him, looking at his back that he turns to her to gain his composure once more.

He wants to be able to better articulate what all he’d been needing to, ever since he found it out himself weeks ago.

Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket, he’s plucking the syringe that had first been discovered in Dyess’ office trash.

The syringe her own husband had used to overdose her subject on iron. 

He turns to her, grabbing her hand in his, placing the syringe in hers.

She furrows her brows, looking at it. 

“What’s this?” She asks him, popping the cap off to see the thick needle before replacing it.

“Your late anniversary present from me.” He mutters.

He does think of it as his present, now, despite it being from Dr. Gaul originally. 

She was going to let Tawny be blindsided with Dyess’ arrest, the mandatory dissolution of their marriage before he’d be shipped off as a Peacekeeper.

But Snow had taken matters into his own hands, beating Dr. Gaul and Dyess both at their own individual games.

Killing two birds with one stone.

[gojou-violin]

Hello is it ok if I can request a streamer!kenma x new small streamer!fem or gn reader where kenma and reader are doing a stream together and kenma is flirting with reader and it ends up in a steamy make out session?

| pairing: kenma kozume x gn!streamer!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI; none, sfw.

| wc: 1k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc

| a/n: Ahhh yesss- I literally was talking to my friend about this the other day when I was doing hc’s for Kat (my Kuroken poly oc)!!!!!

You and Kenma had been close for a while. Being friends online was difficult at times, that part was easy to admit to yourselves, but having to find time within each other's schedules to talk and play games together was impossible sometimes-- Until you decided to say "fuck it" and start streaming, following in Kenma's footsteps. Over the past few years, Kenma had become the most successful streamer on YouTube since it was a fairly new platform for live streaming which gave him ample room to build a fanbase while doing whatever he wanted without the political strings that came with contracts on other platforms like Twitch. You, however, were anything but famous like him. Though you streamed here and there at first, when you decided to take it seriously in order to make it a living, you felt somewhat lost in what to do without relying on Kenma to give you views and subscribers.

However, Kenma was your best friend. It had been that way since long before he was ever famous. To you, he was still that shy kid who liked to hole himself up in his bedroom to play video games or watch anime all day; and he'd jump into VC with you whenever you were free. Now, he could see how much it meant to you to stream, because it was so obvious on your bright face every time you gained a new subscriber or earned even a single dollar donation-- You just wanted to make people's day. Money, vanity, popularity, who could give a fuck about any of that when you could entertain the 50-100 daily viewers you got on your own? He just wanted to help you out... If you could be that happy with such a small following, only Kenma could imagine the change you could bring about with a following like his.

So he invited you over one day to stream with him.

The plan was that you'd play some co-op and competitive LAN games like Star Wars Battlefront 2 and Mario Kart Wii respectively. Kenma plugged your stream by mentioning you in the title of his own, and he linked you in the description, on his socials, and even in his bio on YouTube. Why the hell he was going above and beyond for you, you weren't exactly sure; but this was Kenma, he was a sweet guy who cared a lot about his friends-- Who were you to say no to something he was so clearly excited about?

"No shot you're bumping me off the shortcut!" Kenma exclaimed irritably.

You grinned.

The two of you were three races deep in a four-race Grand Prix, which meant that this race was the decider of who would win after he was winning by only a few points since the cows on Moo-Moo Meadows seemed to favor him for some unknown reason. You were so relieved when the game randomly chose Mushroom Gorge as the last map. It was easy for you to get 1st on that map. Throughout your entire childhood, you had been preparing for this moment by going up against anyone who would entertain the idea of playing the same map over and over again, giving you the opportunity to memorize the perfect routes. Jump spots, wheelie lines, shortcuts, etc. were all necessary to get a huge lead on that map. And you knew it all by heart.

Kenma was struggling to keep up with you. He knew everything you knew, it came naturally to him since the two of you had played before and he learned it all from you just by watching the way you played; yet he couldn't seem to break away from you to maintain his spot in first place. The two of you kept exchanging the lead every turn or so. Finally, though, on the third and final lap, as the two of you took the shortcut on the last group of mushrooms, you used the banana you were carrying behind you to bump Kenma off the shortcut, which led to him falling into the abyss, resetting him to the jump before the mushrooms.

There was your lead. You could see the finish line just past the goombas.

The cheer of you winning rang through the speakers of his PC set up.

You looked over at chat who were laughing at Kenma who was trying to not fall further back into sixth place, while also cheering you on for doing it, for beating the best gamer on YouTube.

"Too damn easy, Kozume," you teased.

He finally passed the finish line, earning him sixth place in the race, second place overall in the Grand Prix.

Chat was spamming the emoji known as "Kek" in response to the way Kenma was frowning.

"I hate you..." he grumbled. "I had that... If you didn't knock me off, I would'a won."

You laughed. "It was a valiant effort, I must admit. But it wasn't enough."

As you reached down to the ground to grab your water bottle, Kenma was following you with his eyes, squinting angrily, and when you looked back up, your faces were extremely close. You gulped.

"Sore loser..."

Kenma wasn't smiling. "I could'a won that." He was inching closer and closer. "Rematch."

"We've been streaming for five hours, Kenma."

Without thinking twice, he reached over to the Stream Deck on his desk and pressed the button to end his stream. You were still staring at one another, his breath hot on your nose, his lip twitching before suddenly, without any warning or hint as to what he was going for, Kenma pounced. His lips smashed against yours. He dropped the Wii controller so that he could lace his fingers in your hair. He pulled in order to bring you closer. He melted into you when you started kissing him back.

"Kenm..." Your words were muffled by his desperation.

"I would'a won," he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him harder-- Your best friend! The two of you were making out, something that was probably obvious to everyone who had been watching before Kenma abruptly ended his stream.

"Rematch... Later..." you replied.

Kenma smirked before pulled you onto his lap, the two of you fighting to speed things up before you'd die of unbearable need.

[icedcoffeeandsunshine]

Could you do a sting eucliffe character analysis?

hello and yes ofc i can! i’m so sorry this took so long to respond to, i’ve had board exams so it’s a little bit all over the place 😅 but i hope you like!

Sting Eucliffe Character Analysis - Requested

CANON ANALYSIS

one word to describe this man ; COCKY.

but sliightly lesser so after the events of the grand magic games.

sting is definitely sometimes overconfident and arrogant however he does have an insecure side to him, as seen specifically during the alvarez arc. from believing in fighting to win, after the gmg arc, sting has been influenced to fight for his comrades and not just for the sake of that sense of victory. he also has seemingly gotten rid of his sadistic side (displayed when minerva beat lucy). throughout the anime, it’s made clear that he’s developed a caring, empathetic, protective and cheerful nature towards others and also feels a sense of responsibility as the master of his guild.

MY HEADCANONS FOR THEM

in my version of events, rogue becomes guild master instead of sting, i really feel like sting wasn’t fully mentally prepared for the responsibilities and the challenges that come with holding that title.

or maybe both become co-masters, to balance it out?

sting doesn’t like wearing full shirts (like fully covered) simply because he feels hot (temperature wise) in them, so he wears crop tops

a modern au! one is people come up to him randomly on the street and ask if he’s a kpop idol because dude literally looks like one

OH a cute one is that sting has an earring collection for his piercing but the crystalline one was a gift from weisslogia so that’s why he wears that specific one most of the time (fav one tbh)

i think sting either has some sort of adhd or is just hyperactive in general honestly

in my version of events yet again, sting is not natsu 2.0 because he’s taller one natsu is enough

i don’t think i have much for him? more so for rogue honestly, i find him to be much more interesting (don’t @ me i have a thing for broody dark haired emo-ish men)

STING IN LOVE + FRIENDSHIP

since sting is kind of insecure, i think he’s gonna have some form of communication or commitment issues simply because of his negative thoughts (“everyone’s gonna leave me one day etc”)

his love language is definitely words of affirmation

i think he’d be super protective of his loved ones

again, the insecurity plays in with when someone he loves gets hurt, he’d blame himself for not protecting them or not being strong enough to protect themselves

otherwise, this man is quite confident and low-key horny most of the time

ithink he’s like a best-friend type of lover, in the sense that the relationship would be easygoing fun and serious but at the same time unserious if that makes sense

he is, and i know i’ve said this word 25757 times but COCKY however will be the softest, sweetest, most caring boy if he truly loves you.

WHO DO I SHIP THEM WITH?

though i definitely think minerva is attracted to women, stinerva as a ship kinda makes sense to me, it works wayy better than rogue and minerva. stingyu isn’t my cup of tea really.

stings heart yearns for natsu so honorary mention to stingsu here.

as for stingue, i can see the appeal but at the same time they just give me very brotherly vibes and as someone on tumblr mentioned (can’t remember the user) i ship stingue PLATONICALLY in a context that doesn’t stem from homophobia.

sting x gray is a funny crackship honestly.

but overall i don’t think i ship sting (atleast concretely) with anyone really. i forgot to mention in my headcanons but he really just strikes me as either aroace or demisexual/ demiromnatic or JUST simply not actively looking for a relationship or a partner.

PERSONAL OPINION ABOUT THE CHARACTER

it’s not that i dislike sting but i used to find him somewhat annoying and a rip off natsu and in some aspects, i still think the same but his character development was one of the better written ones in the series. personality aside, he’s one of the hottest characters in fairy tail. he’s not my favourite character but he’s not bad either? i just want him to not be natsu 2.0-esque honestly, that’s one thing i cannot get out of my mind.



[princess-of-the-corner]

so on the 3rd chapter of teamwork, and I noticed that gabrial is firing lila

some question

lila worked for gabrial????

is this showing that even gabrial isnt full on evil in your au and that he has some good in him

seriously she worked for him???

Oh yeah like.

In Season 3 there was an episode where Lila asked Adrien to study with her and she talked her way into his house. While she was there she sneaked off and talked to Gabriel. She did the whole 'I can charm him with my lies!' thing, but Gabriel already knows she's a liar and he decided that he could keep an eye on her as 'Gabriel' with her attempt to get close to Adrien and have her help him more as 'Hawkmoth'.

Which is a Canon thing. Though in Canon the events of the episode 'Ladybug' was him telling her to cause a scene which is probably why she knows that he's the Villain because duh 'Gabriel' tells you to cause a scene and 'Hawkmoth' takes advantage with a Scarlet Moth situation? Obvious.

In Canon, she still works for Gabriel. Adrien's deal was 'leave Mari alone and I'll play nice', and she gets to co-model with him up until Season 5 when she's fired in favor of Kagami(oh hey! More evidence the Sentikids plot was bullshit). Though in HC she gets fired because Gabriel realizes that, as useful as she is for 'Hawkmoth', she's a danger for himself and Adrien.

(The fandom actually ran with the 'she's working for Gabriel' thing throughout Season 3 and some of 4, so there's fics where she's spying on Adrien and reporting his every action back to Gabriel).

Also yeah a note on Gabriel in HC/LL:

That version of Gabriel is a much better person than Canon. He genuinely cares about Adrien and is trying to keep him safe. He's very strict and overprotective, and it's still considered toxic and abusive. But it is nowhere near what Canon!Gabriel does. Especially because HC/LL!Gabriel /does/ listen to reason when it comes to what Adrien wants. When Adrien speaks up and points out logic, he can convince Gabriel to let him do things. While he's not the best father, he is still a father. Adrien's safety and happiness are a priority for him.

There's also the fact of HC/LL!Gabriel is. He's the sympathetic villain Canon is attempting. He is in control a lot of the time so things don't go too far, and does feel fear/guilt/remorse when things get out of control and people do get hurt. He realizes he is getting desperate when he pulls things like what happened with Miracle Queen and Sentibubbler. Though both situations had him bluffing, he was never going to genuinely hurt anyone there, he does still acknowledge that those events were a step too far. He asks Nathalie to help keep him in check, make sure he doesn't do something too far. Even so, he does not think of himself as 'redeemable' and understands if Emilie doesn't forgive him when she's brought back and will accept whatever punishment is in store for him once she's okay again. He is perfectly willing to trade his own life to do so from day 1, but if it doesn't take his life then he's fine with anything else. As long as she's okay.

He's also not going to Akumatize Adrien ever. That is a line he refuses to cross, and it would take a long time of spiraling downward. There are very few exceptions, such as if Adrien is in danger and Akumatization would give him the power to save himself. But he's not going to just to it randomly or even in the final confrontation.

He also stays in his own lane during the NY Special so he's not threatening WWIII. So ya know.

So yeah! In HC/LL Lila had a short-lived career working for Gabriel, and Gabriel himself is still a sympathetic villain trying to get his goal but staying somewhat within reason.

[millimononym]

Aight something i need to get off my mind anout season 2: am i the only one that thinks Sinedd and Rocket needed more time interacting together?? Cause like... Sinedd is the WHOLE REASON why rocket gets into netherball and has his corruption arc throughout the season and i feel that their relationship was kinda rushed?

Sinedd shows Rocket netherball because Harris told him to do it,and Rocket just...TRUSTS sinedd and follows him to a shady ass place even though their only interactions were 4 years prior when Sinedd basically insulted him lol...i get he was depressed because of his suspension but really now

Rocket gets to play netherball and gets his first taste of a corruption arc, and Sinedd is...mad that Rocket is winning??for some reason?? Wasn't that the entire POINT of bringing rocket to netherball? So he can WIN?? I thought Sinedd was only doing this cuz he thought he would be rewarded by Harris, so why is he mad that Rocket is winning when Sinedds whole job was MAKING SURE ROCKET WINS??

Rocket and Sinedd have some weird gay co-dependent relationship tension thing going on where i think both of them realise it's toxic but neither of them give a shit because they're each doing it for their own self gain. Ok i buy that

Rocket, out of nowhere, challenges Sinedd to a netherball match out of what seems to be pure hatred. And i do mean OUT OF NOWHERE, Sinedd didn't even fucking do anything if i remember correctly 💀 idk i just think rocket didn't have a really good reason for it,i get he was selfish and angry and aggressive but that doesn't mean he just has to randomly call out Sinedd like he despises him for some reason

Rocket and Sinedd have their netherball match, and this is where it actually gets violent. I don't know if you remember,but Sinedd WHACKED ROCKET IN THE FUCKING FACE!! i remember it clearly cause it caught me off guard lol. Then Sinedd slips on his ankle like a dumbass and is in pain and can't play in the match anymore. While rocket wasn't directly responsible for sinedds injury, he mocks him and humiliates him. He wins,i dunno what he fuckin got out of it,but he wins regardless

Sinedd continues operating the netherball systems even after he loses his smog post pirates match. Though there's not much he can do now other than netherball. He doesn't talk to rocket anymore, and imma be honest i found it kinda weird that sinedd never really seemed angry at rocket for the fractured ankle other than silent seething. I always thought he'd blame him more for the shadows loss against the pirates, or at least be angry he had to play like that. Cause i remind you, sinedd had to play against the pirates 2 days after he FRACTURED HIS ANKLE

Rocket stops playing netherball and leaves with his team and Tia. He gives Sinedd a smug grin and tells him to deal with the fight happening and just fucking leaves. Straight up abandons Sinedd who at this point has absolutely no one in his life (his coach abandoned him, rocket left and netherball is over. We don't know if he still hangs out with his team or not)

And that's just .... The end of their relationship, no mentions after or anything. Rocket doesn't even comment about Sinedd or the Shadows when they watch the Xenons vs Shadows match. Just makes a comment about Luur. I think this is kinda lame and underworked, since without sinedd, rocket would have never even known about netherball. Would he still have problems? Sure, but i think they would be a lot less intense. Sinedd is the whole catalyst for this seasons problems. They REALLY couldnt have cut something out? I don't really remember if s2 had lots of filler, but they seriously couldn't have cut SOMETHING? i dunno, making fun of Micro-Ice when they refuse to do anything interesting with his character anymore....or 20 year old Micro-Ices relationship with a 16 year old that never goes anywhere and drags on and on...or D'jok repeating his arc from season 1 ALL OVER AGAIN...or Yukis constant insecurities (it was just a bit much, they felt the need to hammer it in over and over)...or the constant discussion of Ahito's illness...or the writers pretending that Mark is an interesting character and giving him screentime when he never was.......i don't remember if the pirates had as time consuming of a subplot as they did in season 1, but I'm sure there was something in there that could be cut. Some of these were obviously more important than others but i can't think of good examples right now

Feel free to add on anything i forgot. Also, all of that got screentime and Mei didn't. I seriously can't remember a single important thing she did that season other than covering for Tia when she left. While Mei isn't my favorite character or SK, she's still supposed to be a main character!! Cmon guys you REALLY couldnt give her even a little bit of screen time ? I think it's the same problem as Micro-Ice, they already had their arcs in s1 so the writers couldn't come up with anything interesting to do with them so they're just reduced to the love interests of specific characters (i think D'jok also had this problem of already having his arc finished so they just ... repeated it and hoped no one would notice lmao) . Also rant in the tags as per usual

[what-if-nct]

I had a dream I was a teacher at a high school and I went to the art class that also sold candy to pick up some things for my class. The main teacher was kind of like Darlene from Roseanne like same style and hair, really cool, a little mean, funny and chill. And the co teacher was just a sweet little old blonde lady and while I was talking to them. The older teacher said "Have you ever given birth? you just sound and look like a baby" very weird way to ask if I've had kids. But I said no and I know.

Then I left them I ran into a teacher that was a guy I had hooked up with, he was hot and had red hair but like worst personality ever. And he had asked me to get signatures for something for him and I was like sure. So throughout the day I randomly asked teachers I passed to sign it. Then I asked this teacher while he had a full class to sign he asked what it was and I said just for *teachers name* and he looked over it and was like "oh he's just trying to get permission from the school why are you helping him?" I said " I don't just think he's cute. " And he said "I bet he can't even get his dick sucked" and I was like "well I mean, I mean I don't know about that I had no problem doing it" just before taking the clipboard and leaving.

Then I saw Jhope walking in my direction behind a group of girls and they bumped into me making me drop everything in my hands. And Jhope ran to help me and said "I can't believe they bumped into you like that" while he helped me pick up everything he carried my things and walked with me back to my class. I couldn't tell if he was a teacher or student. But when he asked if I needed help with anything I figured teacher.

Then I was helping Stray Kids it was like raining outside and it made everything have a blue tint. Seungmin was eating a box of ketchup packets while watching TV. And Chan was sitting at a desk going through papers and Hyunjin wanted to go somewhere and he tugged on my sweater cause he didn't want to go alone. As we sat in the backseat of the car Hyunjin slowly got closer to me till I was holding him like a baby. He fell asleep so we just drove around till he woke up and we went to the store and he was holding onto me for dear life while we were shopping.

Then I ended up at my house my sister and I had ran from my aunt's bedroom cause a bunch a haunted things kept happening. And I ran into Ross Lynch in the living room. And we hugged and sat in a chair not meant for two people practically on top of each other. Then it became a party and my legs ended up completely swung over his lap and he rested his soda between my thighs. And he asked me what group of people I would most like to meet and I said NCT and Stray Kids and he said, "well I'd most like to meet everyone in this room especially you." And I just fell onto the floor then said "but I'm not dramatic or anything" and he helped me up and said "no not at all". Then we watched a clip of Ross as a child running into a pool with a pacifier in his mouth on a show with Austin Butler as a kid. Theyre like five years apart but they both looked 13 in the clip. Ross said "no not the binky I forgot about the binky" he shyly covered his face in my chest. All of those dreams just ran together.

[yuna-writes]

Most designers are neurodivergent

I’ve been conceptualizing career and personality on whether there is correlation between the two. Some people don’t believe personality has anything to do with a job because if they want money, they can change their personality to fit certain criteria. While I find that true, I just think human beings are more emotional and complex than behaving like a robot. It’s true, an introvert could act like extrovert to be in a customer facing job such as retail, but eventually I think the person will become unhappy and unfulfilled. 

I chose a design career when I was around 23 years old? At that time, I had no idea what I was doing, but I just researched into career possibilities and found out it’s possible to make a design career lucrative. Nowadays, I’m assessing whether my decision was the right choice now that I’m a little bit older and have more life experience. When I was 23, I didn’t know I was neurodivergent, but someone in my social circle have shared with me that he sometimes find me creative. It was kind of a random hit in a dart, and these days I think I made the right choice in choosing a design career. It fits my neurodivergent interest into exploring possibilities, thinking the big picture, improving existing problems, and being creative by creating new ideas everyday. It energizes me so I want to stick with this career as long as possible. 

The only issue I have with my career is that a design career fits the personality of a neurodivergent interest, but the lifestyle doesn’t. The work force uses a very old and traditional model of working 9-5. If you have to work at the office, you’re stuck at your desk for that period of time to concentrate. It doesn’t work for me personally, because my attention is pretty inconsistent. I would feel energized for one hour in the morning, and than my brain can’t focus as deeply throughout the day. And than by 11pm my brain just activates randomly and I’m working until 1am lol. I like to work in the evenings, but the traditional work schedule don’t accommodate it because the managers are most likely to be neurotypical old people who stayed loyal to the 9-5 schedule. 

I heard a lot of software developers have this problem too where many of them are neurodivergent so some companies, such as Google, dismantled the 9-5 and told the engineers to work anytime they feel energized as long as they got the job done by the end of day or week. I really like that work model. It’s not like designers and engineers have to work exactly between 9-5. It’s not like we are in customer service or in retail. I hope maybe down the road companies would accommodate it for us. But I understand a different perspective that people like the 9-5 schedule because it’s structured and they can work around their children’s schedule in the daytime. After 5pm, they can stop working and play with their kids and probably they won’t have the energy to work late at night. Most people are energized and productive in the daytime. I feel like a lot of neurodivergent people are the most energized late at night. 

My job would almost be perfect if the time changed a bit, and I wish I had more remote options too. Have been going to the office but I don’t really like the social part of it, because while most designers are neurodivergent, it just happens the co-workers in my team are neurotypical designers. They are older and came from the boomer generation. I can’t relate to them because of my specific interests, and since I’m quiet in the office, the silence creates a distance between us. I can’t seem to connect with them, but accepted that I’m not really in the office to make friends anyway. Strangely enough, I’ve been making more friendships with software engineers. We find common interests, and we are both insanely nerdy. I just wish they were in my team, but they aren’t because the engineer teams work separately from designers. 

[moodyclouds89]

Yandere ran haitani x fem reader [part 8]

[A/n: I should really make a schedule on when I update my series😭 sorry for the wait!]

"Are you serious!?" 

You just nodded and took a sip of your drink.

You called Yuna over the next day and told her everything about the call you got last night.

"I was thinking of reporting it to the police."

"I don't think that would do much. Isn't bonten hard to trace and catch?" You sighed knowing she was right. 

If the police couldn't find any traces of them throughout the years then how would they be able to trace yoshi now?

"I feel so useless now! I can't do anything to help yoshi get back and have to just sit here and wait while the police tries everything they can"

Yuna felt her heartbreak seeing you so stressed and worried. 

"Don't stress yourself too much y/n, let's just hope that the police will manage to catch them and bring yoshi back safe and sound" you nod at her words and hold onto that little hope you still have.

Yuna left soon after and you were once again left alone, well not exactly since ren was still here with you.

You got up from the couch and decided on taking a nice warm shower. 

-

Days have passed since that call. And during those days you felt scared living alone.

You don't feel comfortable around your own home now. The feeling of someone watching you while you do your daily home activities makes you want to crawl under your covers and hide. You couldn't eat without looking around and still feeling like something is there.

And your belongings, they sometimes go missing. For example your favorite perfume that you bought not so long ago has gone missing for weeks until later it randomly appears again.

At first you didn't pay any attention to it. But it suddenly got worse to the point that you're scared about your safety.

And you know that its ran and his co-workers.

You've seen them wandering/driving around your neighborhood and sometimes you see those exact same black cars you saw months ago follow wherever you go.

You never knew ran would be this crazy. But you wonder.

Why is he doing this? Does he not want you to be happy? Does he want to ruin your life?

What does Ran Haitani exactly want from you?

Does he hate you so much that he will do anything to make your life miserable?

But you got it all wrong.

The reason behind all this is not because he hates you but it's because he still loves you. Of course you don't know that, you still don't know that your ex still has feelings for you and that he would do anything to get you back and love him like old times.

Ran will make sure that nothing gets in the way of his love for you. He hates seeing you happy with someone that isn't him. He doesn't care what he has to do or the consequences that will later come.

All he wants is you

You and only you

So what he comes in the middle of the night when you're sleeping just to watch you sleep peacefully not knowing he is there?

He doesn't care that he sends rindou or sanzu to watch over you when he can't. Or follow you around when you shop for groceries or cat food.

And yoshi?

Well he has other plans for him. 

But now his main focus is you.

So what a surprise it is when you hear a knock at the door late at night. You open it thinking it was yuna dropping some things off only to find him.

Beautiful lilac eyes staring right back at you. The same eyes you fell in love with back then but soon moved on.

The first time you saw him again after years was on that date with you and yoshi. But now seeing him up close you could feel shivers down your spine.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Is that a way to speak to your lover?" He teases with a smirk.

"Ex lover you mean?" 

His playful expression instantly fades away and morphs into one you couldn't understand.

He walks inside your house and you follow right behind him with a scowl.

"Hey what are you doing? Get out!"

"I just want to talk"

You stared at his figure as he sat down in the living room. 

"Come sit and let's talk"

"I'm good I'll stay over here"

He hums and looks around the place.

"What a nice place"

"Thanks, yoshi help with decorating" he bit his lip and grip the seat when you mentioned your lover's name.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, speaking of Yoshi, where is he?" He rolled his eyes.

"I came here to talk to you and all you do is whine about him. Yoshi this yoshi that C'mon stop worrying he's fine!" You flinch at his outburst. You could tell that the mention of your boyfriend pisses him off. He leans back on the couch and looks you in the eye.

"Now let's talk about us"

"Us? What about us ran?"

He sighs and takes out a cigarette and lit it up.

"You know, our relationship. You know I was really dumb back then" he says before exhaling the puff of smoke. 

"You were" you mumble underneath your breath. You sighed and looked at him.

"What about our relationship?"

"Well, I was thinking about us. And how we could've worked out if I wasn't-"

"Ran…listen you broke up with me first. You made it clear back then that you didn't love me anymore and now I've moved on and I'm happy with someone-" 

"Are you?" 

"Yes"

"Y/n I know I was a dumb teen back then but I have change. And I love you and want you back, so how about leave yoshi and be with me instead!" You looked at him like he was insane. You scoff and glared at him.

"But I don't love you anymore ran! Just please give yoshi back and leave me alone!"

It was silent for a moment. He didn't utter a single word and you felt uneasy.

You don't love him anymore?

What kinda sick joke is that?

"Well then…" he says and gets up from the couch. He drops the cigarette before stomping on it.

"I really wanted to talk it out with you but I guess I have to get you back another way."

You step back as he starts walking closer to you.

"What do you-" you bump into someone's chest from behind you and you feel your breath hitch.

"I'm sorry love"

Before you could say anything else you felt something hit your head which caused you to fall on the floor and blackout.

"She really doesn't like you huh"

"Shut up sanzu and get her in the car"

He watched as his brother and sanzu carried your unconscious body away.

"I didn't want to use this on you but you didn't leave me no choice love" he said before following right behind the two and getting in the car.

Ran haitani truly is obsessed and deeply in love with you.

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[wheelsup]

that wasn’t for you

summary: spencer receives a valentine that the reader intended to give to someone else

category: fluff/humor

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

While February 14th marked a holiday that most adults, especially those of the single variety, came to despise, it was one that you absolutely adored. Relationship or not, you looked forward to a designated day for which people could let their love outpour from within. Given the less than lovely acts you saw on the daily, it felt even more necessary to overcompensate with the brightly colored decorations, saccharine confections, and little valentine cards that denoted the holiday. Luckily, there was one woman in particular that shared your love for being over-the-top: Penelope Garcia.

Over the weekend, Penelope invited you over to her place to make personalized, handmade valentines cards for your entire team. With a craft store bag full of construction paper, heart-shaped stickers, glitter, gluesticks, and colored pens, you arrived, ready to get to work. Some of the cards contained jokes geared toward the recipient’s taste, others had little motivational or appreciative words that you knew the person deserved to hear. Each member was receiving a handful of their own cards, with a heart-shaped lollipop taped to the back, because you and Penelope just couldn’t hold back. By the time you two finished working on the notes, Penelope had pink and purple glitter in her hair and you had a stomach ache from the too many lollipops you’d consumed absentmindedly while working. It was everything an afternoon with your best friend should be.

On the day of, the two of you distributed the notes throughout the day, sprinkling little love letters whenever you felt like it. You handed Derek one during the morning briefing, earning a laugh and playful eye roll at the inscription: I was going to make a football pun, but I’m too hot to watch sports. Sorry. You left one on Hotch’s desk and stealthily watched him open it, peeking into his office through his blinds. It was to let him know that he was doing a great job, both as a boss and a father, no matter how much it felt like he was slipping up at both. He tucked the note into his jacket pocket for safekeeping, patting it twice over the fabric.

The remainder of the day went in the same tune; dropping off valentines randomly between paperwork and coffee breaks, sometimes handing it to the person directly and sometimes leaving it as a surprise. During the very last hour of the work day, you hand delivered your last valentine to the office of Penelope Garcia. You’d been saving this one.

When she gently unsealed the card - she wanted to preserve it as best as possible, it was going into one of her scrapbooks later - Penelope’s face was not the giggly one you were expecting. She was confused by the note inside, but nodding along like she liked it anyways so as not to offend. But ultimately, she had to ask, “Was this meant for me?”.

She flipped the note to you, and it read: What did thymine and guanine say to adenine and cytosine? You complete me!

It was meant for Spencer. Not Penelope. Which meant something worse than Penelope receiving Spencer’s valentine. It meant Spencer received Penelope’s.

Turning right out of Penelope’s office, you bee-lined towards the bullpen, crossing your fingers and toes that you could intercept the note before Spencer came back from the restroom and found it. No such luck. Spencer was standing next to his desk, reading the note over and over.

“Spencer, no!” You lunged forward, trying to grasp the note out of his hand as if he hadn’t already seen it.

“You have a cute butt. Can I squish it?” he recited incredulously.

You already knew what was in the note, but hearing him read it back made your entire face and neck heat up with embarrassment. You lunged at it again, and once again Spencer yanked his hands away from you, the card firmly in his hold.

“Spencer, give it back.”

“No, it’s mine.” He kept tiptoeing away every time you stepped closer, protecting the valentine with one arm in front of himself to keep you back and the other holding the note as far from you as possible. You dived forward, and he pushed your shoulders back. You went for the low shot, ducking under his limbs, but he rolled away. Spencer thwarted each attack on the valentine with a precision you had yet to see on the field. “What made you realize it was so cute? Are my squats finally paying off? Derek will be so proud.” he teased, laughing at your humiliation.

“That was a joke valentine for my best friend! It wasn’t meant for you!” Spencer guessed that much already, but it didn’t stop him from enjoying this any less.

“Are you sure? I think I should keep it.”

You huffed and dropped your arms, retreating back to your desk. If he wanted to have it so bad, let him have it. Wrestling a co-worker in the middle of the office was sure going to cast a shadow on your professionalism.

“Hey,” Spencer called and you turned back around, “was it the black pants I wore last week?”

You snorted at yourself for being naive enough to expect he’d be done joking about this. Years of knowing Derek had finally rubbed off on the doctor, and somewhere around his seventh year at the Bureau, he gained all of the self-confidence in the world.

“I’d say the gray ones do more for the eye, actually,” you retorted, hoping to get a rise out of him the same way he was trying to get one from you.

Spencer could try and act like that didn’t affect him in any way, but the blush creeping up his neck was his tell.

Satisfied with his reaction, you packed up your things and left for the day, feeling as if you won that battle.

Come next morning, you found out that you very much did not.

Spencer came into the office clad in those gray trousers that stretched across his toned thighs and pushed his pert little butt upwards.

You counted four times that got up from his desk to visit Penelope’s office, twice that he got a fresh cup of coffee, and once where he simply got up just to take a lap about the bullpen, only to sit back down in his seat. Each time, he made it a point to walk past your desk, giving his hips an extra bit of motion as he did.

And it would be a lie to say that you didn’t watch him go each time he passed, eyes drifting to his backside in the most subtle way you could manage.

Regardless of if Spencer noticed your stares or not, he already decided to purchase three more of those pants, just to make you suffer all the more.

a/n: hope u enjoyed a little appreciation for this mans barely-there booty <3 s/o loml @ellesgreenaway for helping me beta this lol

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[bookwrm130]

I want to talk about this song because I've completely fallen in love with it. (I apologize to my family for randomly singing this song every 5 minutes.) First and foremost, I enjoy songs from this time period. They're usually so boppy and fun.

But that's not the only reason why I love this song. I love it because, in addition to it being a 'vintage' song, it's also a very queer song.

The obvious reason is, of course, that Gideon, played by a woman, sings about a woman she's in love with.

But it's so much more than that.

I looked up the writer of this song, Daniel James Chan, and according to his Instagram, he's a queer man, married to a man. He stated that this song was a celebration of his journey and the pride he has over that journey. When I found out about this, I thought, of course this song had strong queer vibes, the man behind it is queer himself!

"We've been forced to hide away our hearts until a better day. Now we are breaking down the door." While there are many couples throughout history that were "forbidden", this feels very pointedly about same-sex relationships. After all, how many stories do we know of older same-sex couples that had to hide that they were romantically involved until recently? The answer is a lot.

"Stand clear, bearcats coming through." Now, this took me a while to understand. I didn't know what "bearcats" was referring to until I found out it's an early 20th century meaning a fierce or aggressive person. However, it's mostly used to refer to women. While being a "fierce and aggressive" woman isn't exclusive to queer women, they are words that you would apply, in the 1920s, to women who refuse to follow the societal norm. And for certain, a lot of non-heterosexual women follow this pattern.

Added to this very queer song is the fact that there is absolutely no contest that this is an Avalance song. It's played as the two are dancing, it mentions blue eyes, and it speaks of time and going on adventures. But it's obviously sung from the point of view of one of the ladies. It's clear to me that this is more likely to be Ava speaking about Sara.

First of all, the song mentioned: "to my genuine surprise." Where have we heard similar words? When Ava was reassuring Sara that she's still Sara Lance, even if she is in a human-alien hybrid clone body. "...and yes, the very surprising woman I fell in love with."

Ava helps Sara thinks through her actions and that they have consequences. Sara helps Ava realize that there are times when you have to let things go and go on an adventure. "Take me down the boulevard then round this crazy world of ours."

"Please don't say it's all a game." As much as Ava loves (maybe somewhat begrudgingly) being dragged through these insane adventures, she still needs some things to be steady and stable. And for her, that stability comes in the form of her relationship with Sara. We know that she is the first to bring up settling down. It's important to her. (Of course, back then she hadn't realized the stability can come from just being with Sara, no matter what. They don't have to have the white picket fence.) Ava wants to make sure that this is all real and Sara won't just toss her away once she's bored with her.

"In the present, future, and the past." While this is obviously about the fact that they are time travelers, it also suggests that they're, in their very own words, "co-captains for life". Now and until forever, their love is going to last. "Sweetheart our love is made to last."

I'm not an expert on music or history and there's probably a lot more I've missed when listening to this song, but these are the things that immediately jump out at me. These are the reasons why I'm so enamored with this song.