#especially her FAT DAMAGE

[anonymocha]

sorry to everyone who thinks that I will hate Jiu Niangzi's character but as much as I love smart women, I am not above dumb bitches I'm afraid

[dammit-tazmuir]

TLT Theory: Pyrrha was the Necromancer

No get back here, hear me out. I'm not saying Gideon didn't become one as a Lyctor. But I've been noticing a lot of things adding up weird here...

In Ch6 of HtN, when preparing for the first trip through the River, they call it Pyrrha's trial.

Much later, when Pyrrha is mad at Palamedes for the soul fuckery he and Camilla are doing, she refers to it as one they designed together, but that doesn't negate Mercy calling it Pyrrha's first and foremost. And...

She's worried about Camilla's brain, and okay, sure, they only have Camilla's body. But with Cris and Mercy, it was Cris getting cracked open. With Harrow and Gideon 2, it was always Gideon in danger, not Harrow. And with Gideon 1 and Pyrrha, it was Gideon's skull, Gideon's brain, getting the testing done. No mention of the same kind of testing or Mercy or Pyrrha. The principle of it is the necromancer's consciousness being overlaid onto the cavalier's brain, right?

But okay, maybe Pyrrha just doesn't mention herself, and Gideon's "a control variable" to compare herself to? But there's more.

Pyrrha fights with guns, prefers them. Gideon fought with not just a sword but a whole ass massive spear for an offhand, and has easily more physical prowess than any other necromancer we've ever seen. His stomach is still desiccated in typical necromancer fashion, he's dehydrated and not a scrap of fair fat on him, but he's a wall of muscle and sinew. Yes he looks "like an idiot's construct", probably because John regrew him from an arm when he was still getting the hang of using that level of power, but he's distinctly not built like other necromancers. If he wasn't a necromancer prior to being a Lyctor, his build might make more sense. Moreover, we've seen other cavaliers turned into sort-of-constructs, with both Protesilaus and Kiriona.

I also want you to look at the Saint of Duty and tell me that man isn't the walking essence of what it means to be a Cavalier.

And he rarely uses necromancy. He can travel in the River, and he drains thanergy, but he never really uses theorems or sets up wards. His necromancy is used pretty exclusively in passive ways or to remove obstacles between himself and his weapons. But Pyrrha is extremely knowledgeable about all kinds of necromancy. She tells Harrow fresh thalergy is harder to drain. She sees Ianthe's brilliantly inventive combination of wards creatively mimicking the effect of Mercy's trial and can accurately tell what they're going to do, as well as how to break them. Among other things. She also says she walked the Eightfold. Maybe that means being led willingly as a cav, but what if she was in control of the process?

With Harrow, Gideon was constantly in and out of awareness, watching from Harrow's subconscious, things that Harrow was fully conscious for. Palamedes doesn't have that with Camilla, and both of them being conscious is rare and dangerous, as detailed above. Pal and Pyrrha are frequently compared with their situations. How did Cam and Pal work out how to do the switcheroo, especially while Pal had extremely limited ability to move or perceive? How did they work out a safe time limit before too much irreparable damage was done? Could they have had guidance from someone who's done it? Done it with a necromancer's knowledge, letting him know where he can safely go under in the brain, how to come out at will, what to watch out for?

On a separate note:

Lyctor names are sacred, but the Houses were founded before Lyctorhood was achieved. Anastasia did not become a Lyctor, so her name was not removed from history, and became common in her House. Judith and Marta are part of the Dve Territorials, and while that doesn't prove anything or could even be evidence against, I feel like it would make sense to have named prestigious military groups after the House's "main" Founder, before there were Saints and the decision to erase the Saints' names.

On a more meta level, I think it would be weird to have "their names were meant to be forgotten", history knowing jack shit about the cavaliers of old, and even emphasis on the Lyctors forgetting each others' House names, only to have a cavalier's House name in active use somewhere, if that information wasn't supposed to be serving a narrative purpose. If we weren't meant to question why.

"But they call her his cavalier. She calls him her necromancer."

Sure. And maybe that's straightforward; this is a theory, I could be wrong. But switching titles after Lyctorhood doesn't sound too out of the question to me. What's a bit of revisionist history in TLT? John knows where memory lives in the brain, and on Pyrrha's end, at least after Lyctorhood Gideon was the necromancer, after all.

(Edit to add: Augustine calls attention to how astonishing it is that Pyrrha never divided opinions, that not one of them has ever had a single bad thing to say about her. She's great but we've met her. We've seen John rant about her calling out his bullshit, in the dream. Not one bit of annoyance or criticism, from anyone? I'm just saying, if Something Happened that led to John needing to tweak memories, making everyone remember her nothing but fondly feels plausible.)

"So why can't she do necromancy when she's in control?"

"He took more from me than got taken from you" feels like explanation enough to me. He got her aptitude and more. She's a partial soul. If anything, she could even still has an ounce of it, to retain the body's healing capabilities. If Gideon was fully giddy-gone and the soul that was left had zero aptitude, what would the furnace be burning? But if Gideon's consciousness is dead and what's left of his soul is in the furnace with a (partial) necromancer at the helm, well, that's not far off from Lyctorhood working as intended.

"Why though?"

And there's the part that gets really tricky but interesting. My best guess short answer is, one of them was dying, and it was an act of desperation.

Maybe Pyrrha was dying and so brutalized her body wouldn't have healed right even becoming a Lyctor, but given what they're like and the Cam/Pal parallels, I feel like an even more likely answer was that Gideon was dying. Cris and Alfred had already put Mercy and Augustine in that position, and they took their souls to preserve something, but Pyrrha would have seen how well that worked, assuming the third ascension wasn't immediately after the first two. So perhaps in her own desperation, with endless adoration for the man so willing to burn for what he believed, she said no. You don't get to throw your life away. If you're going to keep throwing yourself on things, I will make sure you can survive it and keep surviving it, even if it kills me instead. And then walked the path in reverse, pinning her own soul to his instead of pulling his into her.

I've seen a post around here pointing out how when Pyrrha tells Nona about her first tantrum, she's laughing with her mouth but not her eyes, and it looks like it reminds her of something her brain doesn't want to bring back, and the post proposes maybe Alecto killed Pyrrha. And I do think there's a solid possibility it was Alecto's tantrum that mortally wounded whichever (or maybe even both!) of them and prompted them to ascend. If Pyrrha didn't blame Varun for Gideon recently, I doubt she'd hold it against Alecto either.

Either way, wouldn't something like that more than earn the title of Duty? Wouldn't it be beautiful that they both fit the title if both had in ways been the cavalier? Wouldn't it be fitting to allow the name Dve to stand in the military as a monument to such a woman?

I know this might still be a long shot, but I definitely think there's enough little things sprinkled around to at least to warrant some solid suspicion. And it honestly would explain a lot.

[vettelsvee]

DON'T BELIEVE WHAT THEY SAY | Oscar Piastri

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summary: reader is quite insecure about herself due to fans and paps comments, and oscar tries to comfort her

word count: 1206

warning: wait till the end and tell me if you'd like a part 2 *kiss kiss*. reader feeling insecure about herself and thinking she's not good enough (remember: you are good enough, don't hear what others say!). use of y/n. corrected the translation at almost 1am so i apologize if there are mistakes

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After a long day in the paddock, and after a race that was supposed to be the highlight of the season but ended in a DNF for Oscar, your boyfriend decided to cheer both of you up by inviting you to have dinner in a fancy restaurant. You have been in a relationship for several years since you both were high school sweethearts, so sometimes the romance wore thin. Today, he wanted to give his best after a day worth to forget.

Lately, he had noticed that your behavior was a bit strange. You seemed uncomfortable with yourself, and your self-esteem was at an all-time low, judging by the unpleasant comments you had been making lately about herself. Moreover, the media and "fans" criticism didn't help either, as paparazzi and journalists had been harassing and spreading rumors about Oscar cheating on you, or that you have been gaining too much weight for Piastri’s liking. All of them, among others, were damaging your relationship slowly. 

For those two reasons, and because he felt like changing the scenery after the weekly training stress, Oscar told you that you would go out to enjoy a peaceful dinner. He was conscious of all of those criticism, and he was going to remind you how special you were to him and most of it, how perfect you were for him. Also, that you shouldn’t give a damn shit about others opinions, specially when Oscar was the one dating and loving you.

Although you initially resisted to go because you didn’t want to be the center of attention once again, you finally accepted because you knew it hadn’t been an easy day for your boyfriend. You dressed in a beautiful electric blue dress he had gifted you for you birthday las year, and decided not to wear makeup and jewelry. However, you still felt nervous. It was the presence of paparazzi, who followed you wherever you went, made you feel increasingly insecure about yourself and your relationship once again.

In those moments, you thought that Oscar deserved a girl better than you.

"Love," you addressed you boyfriend, a bit hesitant. "Do I look fine like this?"

"My God, Y/N… You're perfect. You always are."

You looked at yourself in the mirror once again. You tried to fake a smile, but you didn't like what you saw in front of you.

"I don't know… I feel a bit ridiculous in this dress," you explained. "Do I look too fat? I don’t think this color suits me very well either..."

"Don't say that," Oscar scolded, approaching you. "It looks amazing on you. Do you remember when I gave it to you? You loved it! You have been wanting it, for months actually, and even though you didn't say it, your face said it all."

"Yes, I remember perfectly, but the problem is that I don't feel comfortable with myself," you continued. "I'm tired of everything that's being said about us and the opinions people seem to have about us. To be honest with you, every day I feel more like… well, that I don’t deserve to be in your life. At least, not as your girlfriend.”  

Oscar sighed. He knew you were right. He was pretty conscious about the media and obsessive fans’ behaviour towards you, and he didn’t like that part of fame either, especially when it was for no reason, and because they had no right to comment on your relationship, which was definitely private, but not secret.

You started to cry shily. He did nothing but hesitate to hug you and make your head rest on his chest. He immediately starting to stroke your hair while gently rocking you from side to side, trying his best to calm you down.

"That shouldn't worry you because you're the most important person to me," he assured you. "I love you just the way you are, for the worst and the better, and I’ll keep doing so every day for the rest of my life, ok?."

"Yeah, I know," you said, pulling away from him quite angrily, "The thing here is that I don't care about what you think, but what other people think. I hate that there are people who are spending their free time, or not so free, making theories about us as if we were a Marvel movie!t”

"Darling..."

"Don’t," you exclaimed, interrupting him, "I understand, and I respect, that you're a public figure, but that doesn't mean I can't be tired of the treatment I receive from girls that are in love with you! Aren't they such big fans of yours, and do they admire and love you so much, that they can't have a minimum of respect for the person you share your life with?"

Oscar knew you were right.

"Don't let that worry you," he explained. "What matters is that you and I love each other, and it's not a fake relationship like many out there, so don't let the negative comments affect you. Remember: those people don't deserve even a second of your thoughts."

"Well..." you replied simply. "It's difficult, Osc… I feel like people are analyzing and judging me all the time, no matter what I do."

Your boyfriend sighed again. He didn't know what to do to calm you down. Seeing you hurt made him feel really bad. Although he was familiar with the daily attention and hate comments, it didn't mean you, his girlfriend, had to get used to them. He felt frustrated and worried for you because, even though he knew you were aware that negative attention was part of the deal you signed when you started dating back in high school, it didn't mean you weren't bothered by seeing the love of your life being constantly mocked.

Oscar started thinking what to do. He wanted to make you happy, but if going out to have dinner isn’t what you desired that night… 

"What do you think if, instead of going out, we stay here, at the hotel?" he proposed to you. Immediately, you seemed a bit cheered up by the suggestion. "We can order something and have dinner in bed while watching a movie or a series you fancy."

"Really? You don't mind? I'm sure you already had the reservation made, and I really feel so bad..."

"Of course I don't mind," he explained, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "You are the most important thing in my life, so I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better."

Your eyes were still red, but you tried to feel better and fake you were ok. You hugged Oscar and thanked him again for what he just did.

Immediately, you both snuggled up in bed while watching a movie you chose, while Oscar phoned to the hotel’s reception so you could have room service for dinner. Pizza, most specifically, as you wanted it and told your boyfriend.

You didn’t know, but that moment made Oscar the happiest man on earth. He made you smile, even amidst the sadness. However, it was time to start thinking how he could propose to you in a different way because your insecurity, sadly, ruined his plans to kneel and pull the question.

[danigotthots]

Vi and Cait break up, and Vi goes to Jinx’s apartment to just lay low for a few days until she can start looking for a new place. She doesn’t know what she’ll do or where she’ll go, and she feels so broken and unsure of everything, so she’s so thankful that her sister is still willing to let her come crawling back after months of going no-contact at Cait’s request. Vi expects to be delegated to the couch, somewhere she has gotten incredibly used to sleeping. She even brought her own pillow, so as not to put Jinx at any further inconvenience.

Jinx rolls her eyes. “The couch is lumpy, fat hands.” She says it as if that means anything to Vi, as if she didn’t spend years in a prison cell. As if the lumpiness of her couch can hurt Vi anymore than she already is.

“S’fine. It’s just a couple of days-“

Jinx’s eyes flash angrily, and Vi swallows the rest of her sentence, unsure of what she could have possibly already done to piss off her little sister.

“Shut up.” Jinx hisses, and Vi almost wants to smile at her. She doesn’t- she knows that, while her sister is adorable while angry, she can also do serious damage with her cat-like claws.

Vi clears her throat awkwardly, then rubs the back of her neck. “I don’t want to fight-“

“So don’t.” Jinx retorts flatly, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she blows her bangs out of her eyes. “My bed is big, Vi. We can share it.”

Vi nearly chokes. “I don’t-“

“We used to share all the time!”

“We were kids!” Vi huffs. “Both of us are too big for that.”

“I said it’s a big bed.”

“Jinx-“

Her sister rolls her eyes, then turns and walks away, swinging her hips as she opens her bedroom door. “Come on. Put your stuff down.”

Vi looks down at the pillow in her hands, then the duffel bag hanging off her shoulder- it was all she wanted, all that she could truly claim as her own. The rest of her belongings were tainted.

She does as she’s told, and is given an ice cold beer as a reward- she nearly moans when Jinx presses the cool glass into her palm. “Drink up,” Jinx says with a too-tight smile. Vi plops to the ground, her back against the couch, then tips the bottle back and pulls a deep swig into her mouth, swishing it around. It isn’t the fancy whiskey Cait always kept stocked, but she has retained her love for cold, cheap beer, especially now that she has no one to roll their eyes at her for buying it. “You havin’ any?” Vi asks once she’s emptied her first bottle, only to have it promptly replaced.

“Nah,” Jinx says offhandedly, her eyes focused on the television in front of her- Vi didn’t even notice that she had turned it on.

Vi squints. “What do you mean nah?”

“Got it for you. Figured you’d need a drink or five.” She spares a glance in Vi’s direction. “‘Sides, someone needs to be sober enough to hold your pretty pink hair back if it all comes swimming back upstream.”

Vi snorts out a laugh, though it’s really more for her sister’s benefit. “Oh yeah? You gonna take care of your messy big sister?” Her eyes stay glued to Jinx’s face, eagerly waiting to see the red flush that always comes over her cheeks whenever Vi teases her. She isn’t disappointed- she should be more concerned that her sister’s childhood admiration-turned-crush is still alive and well, but she can’t help but find it adorable.

“Shut up,” Jinx mutters, lightly kicking her from her position on the couch. Vi reaches up to catch Jinx’s foot, then rubs at her ankle with her thumb before releasing the girl. Her sister blushes even more, and Vi smirks, then takes another swig of beer.

Jinx lets her drink like that the entire night- Vi doesn’t bother paying attention to what’s on the screen, too busy replaying the last day, week, month, year, trying to figure out when everything went so wrong. She passes out without realizing it, only waking up when Jinx drags her to her feet, then walks her to the bed. She’s back out before her head even touches the pillow.

When she wakes up a couple of hours later, the lights are out, and she’s alone in her sister’s admittedly large bed. She sits up, the room spinning, her mouth dry. “Jinx?” She rasps- the bathroom is also pitch-black and empty. Vi is unsteady on her feet, but she manages to stumble to the door. Her instincts scream at her to be quiet, so she silently opens it, slapping a hand over her mouth.

There, in the living room, is her little sister, her legs wide open as she finger-fucks herself on her lumpy, bumpy couch. Vi’s jacket is crushed to her face as she muffles her moans and breathes in the scent, her fingers furiously moving between her legs- she’s barely illuminated by the frustratingly dim lamp in the corner of the room, and all Vi wants is a closer look.

“Vi!” Jinx wheezes as her hips thrust up against her hand, her back arching, and as far as Vi’s drunken mind is concerned, it’s an invitation. She staggers over to the couch, her nostrils flaring, her hands shaking, and Jinx is so caught up in her own pleasure that she doesn’t notice Vi until she’s pushing her legs even further apart. She gasps as Vi pulls her hand away and replaces it with her own, her thicker, rougher fingers plunging in and out of Jinx’s wetness so much harder and faster than what her sister was doing. Jinx nearly screams as she arches her back, her walls clenching as she covers her face completely with Vi’s jacket.

Vi rips it away, then doubles down, leaning over Jinx’s body as she kisses and bites at her lips until all she can taste is blood and her sister’s spit, until she’s swallowing the girl’s moans and gaps and pleas for mercy that Vi isn’t in the mood to grant.

“You have a big bed.” She grunts in between sucking the wetness off her fingers. Her hands move down to Jinx’s narrow waist, squeezing for a moment before she’s lifting the girl up.

Jinx bites her lip. “We-we can share it.”

Vi grins, then plants a wet, sloppy kiss to her sister’s mouth as she carefully carries her into the bedroom. “Couch is lumpy as fuck,” she mutters, then she gently sets her sister down on the bed and drifts down between the girls legs for a taste.

[hollyseb]

I DO

Mob! Bucky x Reader - Forced Marriage AU

Warnings: swearing, violence, misogyny?, sexual content (MINORS DNI)

3.2k words

Summary; Bucky, a member of the mob, and the daughter of his enemy find themselves entangled in a complex relationship.

No fucking way.

Your throat tightened. The reflection in the mirror portrayed a stranger—pale complexion, vacant eyes.

“You look beautiful,” Nat reassured you, placing her steady hands on your bare shoulders, but you’d never felt so appalled. She was trying to comfort you but fell on deaf ears.

Your gaze dropped to the dress. It fits you perfectly, especially with your hair trailing down your back.

You wanted to rip it all off.

“Nat”, your voice meek, tears threatening to fall.

"I'll be by your side through it all, and if that mystery man dares to step out of line, well, a broken nose wouldn't hurt," she attempted a smile, but it faltered. Your best friend gave your shoulders a final squeeze.

Today is your wedding day.

As you found out yesterday. Yesterday. You seethed, manicured hands clenching.

“How could this happen to me, Nat?”, you asked through gritted teeth, the reality of the situation setting in.

Nat's gaze softened, her eyes filled with a sadness you couldn't bear to meet. "We both know why," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, the truth of her words like a knife to your heart. Your father's illicit dealings had finally caught up with you, dragging you into a web of deceit and manipulation from which there seemed to be no escape.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I be so naive?

And so, you became a pawn in your father’s game. An object to be bought, owned and sold off at will.

It was all a show of power. You cross me, and I’ll rob your daughter of the rest of her life. You were nothing more than collateral damage.

———————————

As Bucky adjusted his tie in the mirror, the reflection staring back at him was that of a man with a steely resolve, a predator poised to strike. His jaw clenched with determination, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

“One last drink before you’re hitched?” Steve smirked, pushing a whiskey into his best friend's hand.

Bucky sent him a sharp look. “Come on Steve, you act like I'm not the one calling the shots here”, the glint in his eyes portraying a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

In a swift motion, he downed the alcohol and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His throat burned. He lavished the feeling.

“Marrying a woman you’ve never even seen?” Steve's grin widened, his tone holding a hint of scepticism.

Bucky dragged a hand down his face. “All part of the game, my friend” he responded cryptically, a flicker of anticipation glimmering in his eyes.

“You never know, pal, she might be a knockout”, Steve teased, a veiled reassurance towards his friend.

”Yeah. Fat fucking chance, as long as Pierce knows I can take everything he holds dear, I’m a happy man”

With a nod of agreement, Steve raised his glass in a silent salute. "I'll drink to that," he said.

———————

Deep breaths.

You felt nauseous.

You stepped into the aisle, honing your vision on the figure standing by the altar. He had his back to you but, he was tall, broad and masculine.

Ripping your eyes from the man and planting them on your feet. Just make it down the aisle without tipping over.

Bucky turned to face you. Holy shit. His surprise was palpable. He wasn’t expecting this. You knocked the breath from his lungs. You looked beautiful. Your dress moulded perfectly to your body, skin glowing. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You felt a cool hand press against the small of your back.

“Hey”, a deep voice whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

A response far too casual for the situation at hand.

His hand moved to your waist, guiding you to face him and look at him. Fuck him. You knew this was a stupid, stubborn attempt to maintain some form of control, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

That was until he placed a finger under your chin, his touch surprisingly gentle. Oh. He is gorgeous. Sculpted face, baby blue eyes, pink lips. His touch was far too gentle for someone so evil.

“H-hi”, you stammered, your voice portraying the nervousness you felt.

Bucky’s smirk only widened at your response, as if he found amusement in your discomfort. It was infuriating. He was drinking in your wide eyes and aloof expression. You were so innocent. He almost felt bad for inviting you into his world. Almost.

He wanted to devour you.

”Well…aren’t you a sweet little thing”, his finger tilted your head back as he unashamedly raked his eyes over your features, with an almost predatory hunger.

You forced a sweet smile, concealing the disgust you felt at his patronising comment, “get your fucking hands off of me”, you retorted sharply.

Bucky’s smirk faltered for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, before being replaced by amusement again. “Such a filthy mouth for a pretty girl… I’ll sort that out for you”, he replied, his grip on your chin tightening.

You snarled at him, resisting the urge to clock him in his cocky face.

It was almost humorous, the way the interaction looked like a loving husband whispering sweet nothings to his wife, when it couldn’t be further from the truth.

The vows went by in a blur, all words sounding muted and unreal, until the time came to kiss the man you met half an hour ago.

Bucky couldn’t look anymore gleeful, revelling in your discomfort.

“Come on honey, I promise I’m a fantastic kisser”, he taunted, arrogance in his smirk.

You opened your mouth for a retort, but his lips landed on yours before you could protest. You hated how he was so gentle, caressing your cheek while his tongue ran across your bottom lip.

Damn it, he is a fantastic kisser.

Pulling away, you forced yourself to compose, concealing the turmoil within. He was so gentle, as if he was afraid you’d break in two at his kiss. Bucky’s touch held a power over you. You despised it, but it was overwhelming.

The reception blurred into a whirlwind of congratulatory embraces and forced smiles. Every glance from Bucky sent shivers down your spine. He was everywhere. A hand on the small of your back, an arm draped across your waist.

As the night wore on, you found yourself cornered by Bucky, his presence suffocating. His whispered promises of a future together sounded more like threats, each word tightening the knot of discomfort in your stomach.

“Is it time for that broken nose yet?” Nat whispered into your ear as you snorted at her comment, your first genuine smile all day.

“I’m ready whenever you are”, you replied, before taking her into an embrace. Her presence was a lifeline in the chaos of this ceremony.

Even after your moment of solace with Nat, Bucky's presence loomed like a dark cloud. His eyes followed your every move, logging everybody you spoke to, as he watched with an adverse gaze.

Unable to bear his suffocating presence any longer, you slipped away from the crowd, seeking refuge in the quiet solitude of the garden.

The cool night air enveloped you, offering a brief respite from the whirlwind wedding. Sitting on the wooden bench, you closed your eyes, simply focusing on breathing, before being unsurprisingly interrupted.

With a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, Bucky leaned against the stone wall, the faint glow of a cigarette illuminating his features in the darkness.

"You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, his voice low and gravelly, tinged with a hint of his streetwise charm.

"Yeah? Well, I’m fine," you replied curtly, refusing to show any vulnerability in his presence.

Bucky's smirk widened, the glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sure you are," he said, his tone teasing. "But just in case you need a hand getting rid of any unwanted guests, you know what to say."

“Nobody’s watching here, you know? You don’t need to keep up this facade”, you replied, more angrily than you’d expected.

Bucky’s expression darkened at your accusation, a flicker of hurt crossing his features. “Facade? Come on, darlin’ you know me better than that”

”Do I?”, your voice echoed, not ready to submit to him.

He took a step closer, his movements fluid and deliberate. "Yeah, you do," he replied, his tone edgier now, devoid of its earlier teasing edge. "You think I’m doing this all for me?"

You found yourself unable to make eye contact with the mobster, “I think this is a game… where I’m being used as a pawn”, you confessed, a sadness in your voice.

Bucky was taken aback by your raw vulnerability. He lifted your chin with his forefinger, as he did in the ceremony, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were a cocktail of remorse and sincerity.

“A game? I won’t lie, doll, I’ve done things that I’m not proud of”, he swallowed hard, grappling with the actions that had led to this moment, “but I wouldn’t drag you into this twisted world simply to be a pawn”.

You fought internally, unsure of what to believe.

Bucky stepped back slightly, his eyes raking over your features as his finger drew an arc over your jaw. "I know this ain't the ideal situation for either of us," he began, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of regret. "But we're in this together now."

Your features softened and you let yourself relax into his gentle touch. The voice in your head stressing about how dangerous this man was began to quieten. You needed this comfort.

"I want you to know," Bucky continued, his words measured yet genuine, "that I ain't gonna let anyone hurt you. Not while I'm around."

"Thank you," you murmured, the weight of the day's events finally beginning to lift from your shoulders. "I appreciate that."

Bucky offered you a small, understanding smile before gesturing toward the door leading back to the reception hall. "Come on," he said gently, "let's get back inside.”

Bucky flicked his cigarette into the darkness, the ember glowing brightly before fading into nothingness.

As the night wore on, the exhaustion of the day's events began to weigh heavily on you.

“You ready to call it a night?” Bucky asked, sweeping a stray hair behind your ear.

His eyes were fixated on yours until you replied with a simple nod.

You began saying your farewells to the guests, making sure to hug Nat especially hard. You eyed Bucky as he seemed to be having an enthralling conversation with a man you recalled being introduced to as Steve. You made a mental note to ask him about his friend.

You let Bucky guide you into his mansion, down the large halls, to the bridal suite. Everything was gorgeous, sophisticated and modern.

You hadn’t let your mind trail to what your wedding night would bring, you found yourself wondering whether he’d even stay in the same wing as you.

As you and Bucky stepped into the dimly lit room, the air was hot with anticipation, charged with the unspoken tension between you.

As you turned to face him, ready to bid him goodnight and retreat to your separate quarters, Bucky's gaze met yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a rawness that took you by surprise.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" His voice was low, almost hesitant, betraying the confident facade he often wore. There was a hint of uncertainty in his words, a vulnerability that made your heartache.

It was a bold move, really, you both knew it. For a request you were so sure you would’ve declined earlier in the day, you found yourself taken aback.

“Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "Yes, you can stay."

As the door clicked shut behind Bucky, you felt anticipation in the air. His gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the contours of your figure with a certain hunger.

“Let me take off that wedding dress," he murmured, his words laced with desire. His eyes bore into yours, daring you to resist him, daring you to deny the attraction that pulsed between you.

Your head was spinning, the way he bounced between sincerity and domination.

For a brief moment, you hesitated, the thought of shedding the symbol of your forced marriage felt like an admission of defeat, surrendering to the forces that had brought you to this moment.

The primal hunger in Bucky’s eyes convinced you, with a hesitant nod, you faced your back to him and pulled your hair over your shoulder.

Bucky’s fingers delicately worked the fastens on your dress, his gaze transfixed on your back. You felt yourself becoming conscious, truly realising for the first time that this man was going to see you at your most vulnerable.

Sensing your apprehension, the air shifted, “you’re doing great, sweetheart”, he murmured, “Tonight, it’s just you and me”.

You eased at his words, as the fabric pooled at your feet in a cascade of silk and lace.

With a tender smile, Bucky reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek with a feather-light touch. “God, you’re beautiful”, he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

His words warmed you from the inside out. There was something more than desire in his gaze. It ignited a fire in you that threatened to consume everything in its path.

In the dim light of the room, you could see the raw hunger in Bucky's eyes, the longing that burned like a fire deep within his soul. But beneath the hardened exterior, there was a vulnerability—a longing for connection, for intimacy.

You doubted he was some sort of blushing virgin, especially with the stunt he pulled at the altar, but it was hard to believe he looked at other women like this.

“W-will you… are you going to…”, you faltered, not quite knowing how to ask him the question.

”Going to what, doll?”

“You know… it’s an arranged marriage. Are you planning to…see other women?”, you ventured, your voice hesitant, uncertain of how to broach the topic.

Bucky's gaze softened as he sensed the gravity of your words, his expression shifting from one of intensity to one of attentiveness. He reached out, gently grasping your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“I understand why you might have doubts, especially given the circumstances," he began, his voice calm and reassuring. "But I want you to know that I take this marriage seriously. This isn’t a game to me. You’re my wife".

His words carried a weight of sincerity that eased some of the tension in your chest. "I won't deny that my past may have been... adventurous," he continued with a wry smile, "but when it comes to you, I'm all in. I won't be seeing other women. You have my word."

“O-okay”, a small smile playing on your lips.

“And just so we’re clear”, he added, a playful glint in his eye, “you’re not allowed to see other men either”.

You rolled your eyes at that, your smile widening.

Bucky's eyes softened as they landed on your lips, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his own. "You've got a beautiful smile, you know," he remarked, his tone unexpectedly sincere.

As you met his gaze once more, you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with a warmth that mirrored your own.

“Thank you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, feeling the electricity between you intensify with each passing moment. The hunger in his eyes mirrored your own.

With a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you reach out to him, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as you draw him closer. The air crackles with tension as your lips meet in a searing kiss, passion and need colliding in a heady rush of sensation.

His hands pulled on your hips, desperate to get you impossibly closer. Your head was spinning.

Bucky gently walked you to the bed, falling onto the sheets when your calves knocked the frame. He ate up the gasp that escaped from your lips hungrily.

“Fuck. I want to devour you”, he murmured against your lips, before taking your bottom one between his teeth. You could only gasp in response as he rolled it.

Bucky’s hands grabbed your wrists, gently placing them above your head. A stark contrast between his gentleness and dominance. His lips trailed down the curve of your neck, nipping and tucking, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You arched against him, a soft “B-Bucky” escaping your lips.

Bucky released a guttural moan as you bucked your hips into the muscular thigh positioned between your legs.

”Easy, sweetheart”, he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I don’t want to overwhelm you”.

Bucky's hands trembled slightly as he fought to restrain his desire, the urge to lose himself in the moment almost overwhelming. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to control the primal urges that threatened to consume him.

His hands, which had been so commanding just moments before, now moved with a feather-light touch.

"I need to slow down," he muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice strained with effort.

You placed a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch, “we can slow down, Bucky”, you whispered reassuringly, your eyes filled with concern.

Bucky's struggle was like a battle raging within him, the conflicting desires tearing at his very core. He was used to being in control, but with you, he felt a primal urge to let go, to surrender to the passion that threatened to consume him.

But he couldn't. Not yet. Not with you.

He looked into your eyes, his own filled with gratitude and longing. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice tinged with relief. "I just want to make sure I'm not pushing you too far, too fast."

He’d never cared for the women he’d taken to bed in the past. There was something about you, an innocence he wanted to preserve, but simultaneously fuck out of you, make it his own.

“I’m okay, I promise”, you reassured him.

“No…it’s me. I want to lose myself in you but… I won’t be able to control myself. I want to do this right”, he admitted.

You caressed his face with your hand, letting a silence fall over you and your husband. He traced circles on your bare skin with his fingertips.

Bucky's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Feeling the weight of the day finally catching up with you, you nestled into Bucky's embrace, allowing the rhythm of his steady breathing to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

Bucky drifted into a calm sleep, the calmest he’d had in months, until the shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence. Groaning, he fumbled for the source of the disturbance, his hand eventually finding the cold metal of his cell phone on the nightstand.

"Steve?" Bucky muttered, his voice thick with sleep as he answered the call, his mind struggling to shake off the fog of slumber.

"Yeah, it's me," Steve's urgent voice crackled through the line, cutting through Bucky's drowsiness like a knife. "We got a problem”.

Bucky sent a glance to your sleeping form, the sheets pooling around your waist, with your chest lifting rhythmically.

He ran a hand down his face and groaned, not wanting to leave you. “How bad is it?”, he asked, debating whether to throw the phone at the wall.

“Bad enough”, Steve replied grimly.

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[starlattethesqueakwal]

Just noticed this while scrolling/random Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss rant. :/ (TW: Mentions of Fatphobia, Rape, and other negative stuff.)

The fact that the show has a character, who's canonically plus size, be called a "PIG!" will never not be tasteless like- why does Vivziepop hate plus sized people who enjoy food, like- at all?

It's just so fucking stupid.

Like- she clearly has this thing where the fat characters get hated on for liking food. Which is awful because it basically spreads the message that if you're a fat person who still enjoys what you eat, at all, even if its healthier food, that there's something "wrong" with you and that you "need" to eat raw baking powder or something for the rest of your life, become anorexic, and die to be "healthy" or some shit like that.

Even Bee ends up being disgusted because "LOL ONL SKINNY PEOPLE CAN ENJOY FOOD!" bullshit. Like- the writers do realize that an apple a day or one piece of French toast isn't going to kill you if you're over 120 pounds... right? Like- what the fuck is this?

The merch and stuff even has Mammon constantly around food and its somehow meant to be "disgusting" that he does so. They also made him the sin of "greed", which surprise surprise, also has to do with food! So having the greed character as fat is also fatphobic ESPECIALLY when you make him have food EVERY.FEW.SECONDS to the point where it comes off as a mockery of people with eating disorders.

Hell, if you think about it for more than three seconds, the concept of "sin" is mainly about shaming people with disorders.

"Lust:" Hypersexuality. "Gluttony:" ED. "Wrath:" Mood Disorders. "Sloth:" Iopathic hypersomnia, "Envy: Histrionic personality disorder," "Pride:" Bipolar disorder. Which if anything, makes the ENTIRE concept of "the deadly sins" literally ableist and the fact that Hazbin Hotel exists at all, showing these "sins"/behaviors as presenting someone as a inherently "bad" person for mostly behaviors such as being a sex worker, liking porn, liking food, having mood issues, being alcoholic, and behaviors that make people NOT a "bad person" or a "joke" shows just how inherently flawed Hazbin Hotel is as a concept. I think that I could only list very few scenes where a character was shamed for something actually bad, as then there's the other extreme: Showing a bad behavior as "innocent." Stolas is shown as "innocent" for being a rapist. Valentino is treated like a "sexy goofball" by the cast of the show despite doing the same thing. The men that raped Sir Pentious are shown as "funny." Blitz's murder is overlooked constantly and has no real consequences in the show, etc. Its either a character is shamed for something not even bad or a bad behavior is overlooked. Its so goddamn toxic.

They also make him fully dressed to cover up his so called "disgusting" body when like... chubby people can also be pretty?

The creators even tried to play damage control when once again-

The creators posted that "ITS FUCKING LUNCH TIME" scene after making this post. So... this is bullshit. COMPLETE utter bullshit.

The creators clearly hate themselves and project that hatred onto their fat/disabled/and or poc characters. Also using sins to make themselves look like "better" people for not having certain disorders the same way most hyper religious people do.

They have the poc characters be rapists instead of any other type of villains (EX: Versoika and her crew, Valentino with Angel Dust, Velvette with the "love" drug she made, etc.), they had well-

THIS SCENE.

-and then there's the fat characters and their merch.

When here's a reminder:

You are more than your disability.

You are NOT a "burden", "ugly", or "useless."

You are NOT "greedy" or "gluttonous" for having a eating disorder.

You are NOT "just" sexual thoughts if you're poc.

The entire concept of the "SEVEN DEADLY SINS OOOOOH YOURE GOING TO HELL FOR THIS RANDOM MENTAL AND PHYSICAL DISORDER THATS BEYOND YOUR CONTROL!" is bullshit and this shows just how ironically hyper religious Vivziepop is (transphobia and all) despite her claiming that she is "one of the good ones!"

Also, here's proof that Vivziepop's kendraws screenshots are real:

-and that this post is based:

Goodnight!

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mad

Debut: Wario's Woods (NES)

Whoa! This mermaid is Pissed! Though I guess "Mad" could just be a shortening for something beautiful and elegant like "Madeline" or "Maddison" or perhaps "Madwoman". Either way, she is one of seven bosses that Toad can fight in Wario's Woods, a drop-down puzzle game for the NES (and SNES, but we'll get to that in a minute) most notable for being the last officially-licensed game released on the console, a whole four years into the lifespan of the SNES! We've already gone over most of the Wario's Woods denizens in a couple of posts, but with the exception of the NES bosses!

Original video credit: NintendoComplete on Youtube

The bosses in this game all play pretty much identically, summoning enemies and occasionally teleporting around. To damage them, you line up the thingies of the same color next to them, as you can see in the gif above. Yuppppp. She also appeared in Super Mario-Kun, where she is shown to be a shapeshifter!

I searched everywhere for more, but since Super Mario-Kun is apparently both very poorly archived and approximately three infinities long, here's some highlights courtesy of her Super Mario Wiki page! Wario has enthralled her by poisoning the lake she resides in, and after a fight, Mario and co. cure her by....... having Yoshi drink and subsequently urinate her out. Turns out this mermaid really was Pissed after all I guess.

Anyway, after that, her true form is revealed: a big fat anthropomorphic fish in a dress. If you don't think she's just as beautiful, get out of my sight. That's where I’d leave off the post normally, but as you may have noticed, we haven't yet touched on the SNES release of Wario's Woods. This brings us to the second half of the post...

Original video credit: World of Longplays on Youtube

Name: Aqualea

Debut: Wario's Woods (SNES)

Finally, someone calls Toad out on his trademark foolhardiness! Yes, Wario's Woods (SNES) includes a mermaid boss just like its NES counterpart. The odd thing here to me is not just that they went to the trouble of making a unique character that still sticks so close to Mad's design rather than outright cutting and pasting her into WW(SNES); but that of WW(SNES)'s seventeen non-Wario bosses, only one of them seems to bear any similarity to WW(NES)'s six.

Why go to the trouble of designing unique boss casts across both releases? Why not just distribute WW(NES)'s comparatively scanty lineup into WW(SNES)'s, which is almost three times as large? I mean, as a writer for a blog which hinges around novel and bizarre designs in the Mario franchise, I should really be thankful, but from a development standpoint it is just so odd! Especially considering both versions were designed and released concurrently! I think the most likely explanation here is poor coordination between design teams, though they did still have one member in common, so who's to say?

Anyway, all of that is to say that the circumstances surrounding Aqualea's conception are kind of infinitely more interesting than her design itself. Sorry, Aqualea! Although my sapphic sensibilities make it pretty hard to write you off completely, your cute-girl-ness can only get you so far, and novelty is unfortunately very much not on your side here.

Above, you can see how the boss gameplay differs from WW(NES). Instead of taking place on a single field, it now takes place across two, as is more traditional for competitive drop-down puzzle games. I really enjoy the unique SMB2(USA)-style sprite sets every boss has for this purpose. Seems like a good opportunity for a very niche ROM hack, if you ask me!

Every boss is also given a unique "lose" sprite for when you've defeated them. These are usually just a given boss's face in a distraught expression, but Aqualea is exceptional in that regard. I will now leave you with what is, in my opinion, the single most charming lose sprite of any boss in Wario's Woods (SNES):

[emphasisonthehomo]

Suck it Saturday!

I was tagged by @setmeatopthepyre~

I've been working on popstar!au, and it's getting spoilery so I haven't been posting too much.

So have some more of Evan Buckley being traumatized! This bit is long, it's basically the finished scene.

Trigger warning for aftermath of physical assault, and general stalker/unhinged fan behavior.

(Part One)

(Part Two)

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“Do you want a drink?” Tommy asks steadily, his voice calm even as his eyes are too wide, darting around Buck’s face, “Are you thirsty?”

“Where the fuck is the EMT?” Joe turns to bellow down the hallway.

“How did you–?” Buck’s tongue feels too big for his mouth.

“I was talking to Bobby when it came in on the radio,” Tommy says, cracking the seal on the water bottle and then pressing it into Buck’s hands.

Tommy’s mouth is a thin line, and his hands are so warm. Buck can feel the calluses from years of drumming against his knuckles as Tommy gives him the water. Buck doesn’t need help drinking, not really. The shaking in his hands lessen, as Tommy’s fingertips slides against his wrist. He sips.

The EMT arrives with a veritable crowd of people. Hen, Chim, Eddie–

“Back off, back off,” She snarls as she gets close, a bag hitting the floor heavily as she drops to her knees. 

Tommy’s on his feet and backing off. The bottle jerks in Buck’s hands, sending a slosh of water onto the floor. 

“I’m fine,” Buck manages, tearing his eyes away from everyone else’s horrified expressions to look at the EMT, “I think it’s just a scratch.”

“Let me make that call,” she says, pulling a glove on with a snap.

Her name is Letty, and she wipes Buck’s throat with an alcohol swab that makes him hiss. She asks him what his name is, who the president is, and peers at his pupils. He was right, it is just a scratch. It looks worse than it is. That doesn’t stop the sickly silence from filling the crowded hallway as she cleans him off and then smooths a bandage over his neck.

“No major damage,” She says, “You feel okay?”  

“I’m fine,” Buck repeats with a hurried nod.  

Embarrassment is starting to creep in. His face feels hot. He’s hyperaware that half of his crew and his entire band is crowded around him. He stands as Letty does. There are three fat splotches of blood on his shirt, with more smeared around the collar. Not a lot, but enough to be obvious, especially since he’s wearing a pastel lavender.

It’s like there’s a bubble around him, a space in the hallway where it’s just him, the EMT, and the linoleum. The water bottle on the floor, a puddle around it. Buck doesn’t remember setting it down. Eddie’s eyes are huge. Hen’s holding Chimney’s hand tightly.

“Is everyone else okay?” Buck asks, just speaking to the hallway in general, “No one else was hurt?”

“Well that crazy bitch broke a nail,” Joe says with no remorse, “But no one else in the crowd was hurt.”

“Th-there was a kid behind her in line,” Buck swallows thickly, “She seemed really scared–”

“She was with her dad,” Bobby says, materializing out of seemingly nowhere, “She’s fine Buck. Everyone is fine.”

“Okay,” Buck nods, inhales sharply, “O-okay. Good. Good, I’m glad. Did you get the names? I wanna. I gotta at least send an autograph–”

“We’ve got the names,” Bobby steps forward and pats Buck on the shoulder. Buck sags into it, “Don’t worry about that right now.”

The bubble pops. Eddie pulls him into a careful one-armed hug, and then Hen does, and then Chim. Tommy ducks down to pick up the water bottle that Buck abandoned at some point. Between one blink and the next, the crowd is dispersing. Another blink, and Buck’s being ushered down the hall. Another blink, and he’s in the green room. Tommy presses the bottle of water back into his hands.

“I’m okay,” Buck says, sitting gingerly down on one of the couches.

He reaches up and touches his neck again, feels the scratch of gauze and tape against his fingertips. Hen sits down next to him on the couch, and carefully lifts his chin so she can look as well. Buck remembers that she spent some time as an EMT herself, back when being a musician required her to have more than one job.

“What’s the damage, doc?” Buck asks, forcing levity into his voice.

“You’ll live,” Hen says seriously, her brow furrowing.

“Are you still on for tonight?” It’s Bobby. He sits down on the arm of the couch, and crosses his own arms across his chest.

Bobby asks the question carefully and calmly, like whatever the answer is will be fine. It takes Buck a few seconds too understand exactly what the question is.   

“Of course,” Now its Buck’s turn to furrow his brows, “I’m not canceling, are you crazy? Doors open in an hour.”

Cancelling on such short notice is a logistical nightmare, not even mentioning the PR shitshow it’ll bring. Everything is already unloaded; the stage is set. Malinda and her crew are doing soundcheck right now. Canceling means re-scheduling, and right now that means it’ll probably be a good 9 months before Buck’s back in town. Bobby inhales and does the little nod he pulls out when he disagrees, but doesn’t think it’s worth the argument to push the issue.

“You sure?” Eddie asks, hovering awkwardly over Bobby’s shoulder.

“I’m fine,” Buck says insistently, “It was just a scratch. Joe got me out of there.”

There is a very long moment where no one says anything. Tommy’s staring at Buck like the words coming out of his mouth aren’t making sense.

“If you’re sure,” Bobby says eventually, “We may be a little behind schedule then. A few police officers are going to collect statements from you and the people who were at the meet and greet.”

“Seriously?” Buck blinks at him.

“Yes,” Bobby says firmly, and Buck knows that he’s going to put his foot down about this at least, “You were assaulted. You’re giving a statement.”

[bleeding-star-heart]

My personal (Watsonian) theory on how Gale's abs are visible

Ladies, gentlemen, nonbinary dazzlers; you know her, you don't love her, you do everything in your power to keep Gale from detonating her...

Yep. The Netherese Orb!

Now, hear me out. It's canon that this thing eats Gale's magic (a.k.a. the Weave). It's also canon that the Orb is or could be affected by Gale's emotions and/or physical body (a.k.a. Gale being afraid that arousal could cause it to detonate). Plus, whenever Gale dies in-game his corpse just happens to leak toxic magic which gives everyone in the area continuous necrotic damage. Thus, it is reasonable to conclude that hosting a Netherese Orb does a lot of physiological damage to the body; damage on par with that of a tumor or a parasite. Supporting this is Mystra's dialogue with Gale. Namely, she states that the Orb can "never be sated", that it would "consume all magic in existence". That it was a "miracle" it consumed "no more than [Gale's] powers". That she "allows" it to eat real magic, and that this is a temporary solution. All of which heavily implies, if not outright tells us, that Gale could have been killed on first contact with the Orb (along with the rest of the universe possibly being nuked out of existence). Therefore, if the Orb is indeed as toxic/world-destroying as canon tells us, it makes sense that Gale's body would require vast amounts of caloric energy in order to keep it contained. In order to acquire/maintain which, Gale's body might resort to depleting its fat stores.

This in turn might create the appearance of abs-especially if Gale is dehydrated. And since, as we have established, the Orb is super toxic and might be a serious drain on his health, he might be. TLDR: Gale has abs because the Orb takes a serious toll on his body, causing him to lose weight without trying.

[driftingaway342]

Favorite type of clothes/outfit to swell up in (and potentially tear off?)

Hmmm, due to my own experiences with inflation suits, dresses are actually really good if you *don't* want to tear it off. Jumpsuits (ala mechanics) are insanely hot. Blowing up and hearing a zipper just *ZRRRIIIIIPPPPPP* at some point, watch their gut bulge out,,,., that's literally super hot. Any sort of "regular" wear is really hot too? T-Shirts and Jeans are better for like, slowly blowing up, watching your gut slowly cause your shirt to ride up, your gut muffining over your pants,,,,,,woof. Button ups are always gonna be super hot too. Honestly the only clothes that don't personally do anything for *me* is like, non-industrial uniforms? (military, cops, etc) just too many poor experiences related to even think of them in a sexual way. Tracksuits obviously are a weakness of mine, and that extends to like? pajamas? They're usually such thin and loose fabric that to fill them out, blow out of them, insanely hot. Such an incredible thing to think about. Also the whole "blowing up overnight under your covers" is insane, waking up thinking you've got a pillow over your chest and it's actually just your massively puffy tits? holy *shit*. Lots more in my brain too but, hopefully this gets some of it across.

Office wear is also top tier, especially more feminine. Like, a girl already perhaps too swollen for her office clothes slowly turning blue, not just from her nose but like, tinting blue. Slowly swelling, her tits growing more and more uncomfortable in her bra, straining the buttons on her white blouse. Slowly noticing her gut is bloated, pushing on her skirt more than usual. Not thinking too much about it until her tits leak milky blue fluid and the sudden shock accelerates the process, growing her suddenly from the somewhat chubby bombshell with cerulean skin to a fat, swollen, violet bbw trying to waddle out of her cubicle to tell someone she's sick and has to leave, only to end up stuck in the entrance to her cubicle, unsure if she's about to burst, cause a bunch of damage, or end up as the next viral meme.

[katmaibearfan]

Fat Bear Week Finalist Roundup: 2018-2024

This is the second of two posts which will contain all Fat Bear Week finalists in chronological order; this one will go from 2018 to 2024. I had to split these posts due to photo limits, unfortunately.

All photos in this post are official Fat Bear Week Photos, and where the information is available, i have credited the photographers. Where the information is not available, I am assuming that the photos are from the NPS & are therefore public domain. Each entry will include a link to the relevant Unofficial Bear Cam Wiki page, if it exists. I will also include a link to the relevant photo album on the Katmai Flickr.

2018

Wiki Page | Flickr Album

Runner-Up: 747

I could not locate a skinny photo | Fat photo (above) by B Mosbrook

This was 747's second time in the finals match, and many people believed that he was going to be the inevitable winner of Fat Bear Week 2018 -- but unfortunately, he lost in the final round.

Winner: 409 Beadnose

Skinny photo (left) is an Official NPS Photo | Fat photo (right) by A. Ramos

409 Beadnose's winning photo here is by far my favorite Fat Bear Week photo ever. I don't know if anything will ever surpass it. Look at her -- of course she won! A perfect creature. 10/10.

2019

Wiki Page | Flickr Album

Runner-Up: 775 Lefty

Skinny photo (left) by R. Jenson | Fat photo (right) by J. Cuomo

775 Lefty, so called because his left ear is heavily damaged and only his right ear is particularly visible, was very, very successful in 2019 -- but ultimately fell short of the crown.

Winner: 435 Holly

Skinny photo (left) by K. Stenburg | Fat photo (right) by L. Carter

Known for her stocky body and extraordinarily light-colored coat -- which sometimes gets her compared to a marshmallow -- 435 Holly became the first bear that was not 480 Otis or 409 Beadnose to claim the Fat Bear Week crown.

2020

Wiki Page | Flickr Album

A note: The 2020 salmon run was massive for Brooks River specifically -- especially since the Bristol Bay salmon run total was fairly average overall! My understanding is that Covid didn't even have much to do with it, because Alaskan Fisheries were operating as normal and caught normal amounts of salmon.

Runner-Up: 32 Chunk

Skinny photo (left) by T. Carmack | Fat photo (right) by N. Boak

Fun fact: despite his perennially-chunky figure and appearing in three finals matches, 32 Chunk has never claimed the title of Fat Bear Champion.

Winner: 747

Skinny photo (left) by N. Boak | Fat photo (right) is an official NPS photo

For the first time ever, the heavily-scarred heavyweight boar 747, who shares a name with the first ever plane to be called a Jumbo Jet, claimed the Fat Bear Week crown.

2021

Wiki Page Doesn't Exist | Flickr Album

Runner-Up: 151 Walker

Skinny photo (left) by L. Law | Fat photo (right) also by L. Law

Despite being one of the biggest boars around, 151 Walker has never claimed the Fat Bear Week crown -- but in 2021, he got very close!

Winner: 480 Otis

Skinny photo (left) by N. Boak | Fat photo (right) by C. Spencer

480 Otis showed up very, very skinny in 2021, and many cam viewers were quite concerned about his health -- but he had a very successful season, and by the time fall rolled around, had gained enough weight to claim his fourth Fat Bear Week crown!

2022

Wiki Page Doesn't Exist | Flickr Album

A note: if you're ever wondering why Fat Bear Week makes you do a captcha in order to vote, you can blame the 2022 contest! Someone made a bot that spammed roughly 9,000 fraudulent votes at the last minute to try to swing one of the semifinal matches for 435 Holly. Here's an article from the Smithsonian about the event that talks a bit about the scandal.

Runner-Up: 901

Skinny photo (left) by C. Rohdenberg | Fat photo (right) by L. Law

901 did a phenomenal job in 2022, especially considering she was only 6 years old & it was her first time competing!

Winner: 747

Skinny photo (left) by C. Rohdenberg | Fat photo (right) by L. Law

747, known by some fans as The Bearplane or Bear Force One, claimed his second-ever Fat Bear Champion title in 2022.

2023

Wiki Page Doesn't Exist | Flickr Album

Runner-Up: 32 Chunk

Skinny Photo (left) by K. Moore | Fat photo (right) by F. Jimenez

For the second time, and despite his best efforts, 32 Chunk came in second place.

Winner: 128 Grazer

Skinny photo (left) by N. Boak | Fat photo (right) by F. Jimenez

in 2023, 128 Grazer claimed her first-ever Fat Bear Week victory, making her the third sow to do so!

2024

Wiki Page | Flickr Album

Runner-Up: 32 Chunk

Skinny Photo (left) by T. Carmack | Fat Photo (right) by E. Johnston

For the third time, 32 Chunk came very close to finally claiming the Fat Bear Week crown, but fell short at the last hurdle -- and for the second year in a row, that hurdle was 128 Grazer.

Winner: 128 Grazer

Skinny Photo (left) by T. Carmack | Fat photo (right) by M. Carenza

Despite having a spring cub to care for (who was also quite fat by fall), 128 Grazer claimed the Fat Bear Week crown for the second time in a row!

Other Fat Bear Finalists:

Fat Bear Week 2014-2017

Fat Bear Junior 2021-2024

[megalony]

Care To Dance

This is an Evan (Buck) Buckley request that I was so thrilled to write I just had to finish it tonight. I hope this is what you wanted lovely anon, any other requests would always be amazing.

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Summary: After an accident, Evan is helping his wife in her recovery and he loves to look after her. Especially when they go to the Christmas party. (Lots of fluff)

Enjoy.

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Grabbing the remote, (Y/n) turned the volume down on the tv until it was barely audible and gently turned to look down at Evan.

She reached her hand out and slowly carded her fingers through his hair that had gone slightly curly from the shower. He was laid in the middle of the bed on his stomach, his head buried deep between the pillows with one arm up against the headboard. His other arm was draped over (Y/n)'s lap and he was breathing softly, starting to drool in his sleep.

He looked beyond tired when he walked in a few hours ago and as soon as he laid down in bed, he went out like a light.

(Y/n) knew he was excited to be back at work, he had been off for nearly two months since she had her accident but it surprised (Y/n) the most that Evan wasn't desperate to get back to work like he was when he injured his own leg. In fact, he was more desperate to stay home than be back out as a firefighter.

Evan wasn't ashamed to say he broke down when Chimney called him to say they had arrived at a crash site and (Y/n) was one of the victims. He had stayed in the hospital for the first week, not even bothering to go home even to shower. Then he was there every day without fail while (Y/n) went through physio and stayed in for a month.

This last month Evan had been home, getting (Y/n) through the bad days and feeling on top of the world when she had a good day. It surprised Evan himself, just how much he took to looking after her. Of course he always did before the crash, she was his wife and his world, but having the time off work to be able to help her around the flat and take her out and just generally take care of her was something Evan never thought about doing and never thought he'd love so much.

(Y/n) asked if he was sure when he said he was going to reduce his hours at work and he was. Evan wanted less hours as a fire fighter and more hours as a husband to look after her.

Leaning down, (Y/n) kissed the top of Evan's head, biting back a smile when he nuzzled into her side. When he settled again, (Y/n) carefully slid out from beneath his arm and got out of bed. Evan had just done a twenty-four hour shift and there was no way (Y/n) was going to wake him. She was going to try this on her own.

This last week had been a better week for (Y/n). Her whole left side was frazzled with nerve damage and partial paralysis in her leg. It meant that while she could walk, walking hurt and she now had a wheelchair for when they went out. But it also made getting up the stairs hard.

When she came home, (Y/n) thought she'd be sleeping on the pull out sofa but Evan wouldn't hear of it. He set up a challenge of trying to build up her stamina and climbing an extra step each day and he made things fun. Some times he would give her a piggy back up the stairs when she was having a good day and other times he would hoist her up bridal style when he was feeling sweet.

But when Evan felt playful, he would hoist her over his shoulder like the fireman he was and carry her up.

(Y/n) wasn't so used to doing the stairs on her own, if Evan was doing a long shift like he had just completed, he asked Maddie to pop in and check on (Y/n). But she was lucky there was a toilet downstairs and the shower upstairs so she could wait for Evan to finish his shift and politely ask for help up the stairs.

Her brows furrowed when she got to the stairs; the railing was on her left side when she walked down, and her left hand wasn't so good at flexing or gripping at the moment.

Keeping her right hand plastered to the wall, (Y/n) shuffled her left leg down to the next step and then her right, going slow and steady until she got halfway and her leg started to twitch. A new tactic was needed. She sat down with great effort and stretched her left leg out before shuffling down on her bum, using her right foot to steady herself.

It took about five minutes to get downstairs but it was worth it to keep Evan asleep and rested.

At least today was a good pain day, this week she'd only had one bad day and Evan had been home that day so she wasn't alone.

She flicked the kettle on and grabbed a mug to make some tea, it was routine now to do everything with her right hand and leave her left arm rested on the counter. She could lift her arm and start to clench her fingers a little but her whole arm was always trembling.

"Fuck," (Y/n) closed her eyes and tipped her head back when she got to the bottom of the stairs.

How was she going to get back up?

Come on (Y/n).

This was going to take a while. She placed her cup a few steps up, grabbed the railing and started to pull herself up. It was going slow but steady until her foot got caught on the step below and she crashed down on her knees and knocked her mug. She grabbed out to get the mug but half her tea spilled down the steps and across her knees before she could do anything.

"For God's sake!"

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) tipped her head against the banister and let the tears fall freely.

Why couldn't she do a simple task like making herself a drink? She couldn't even carry a drink up the stairs without screwing it up. This wasn't fair, she was married to a firefighter, the bravest man she ever knew who ran into burning buildings and dove into deep waters to save people. And his wife couldn't get herself up the stairs without assistance.

"Babe? Where are you, you okay?" Evan rubbed his eyes and glanced around the bedroom but his eyes narrowed when he couldn't see his girl. She had been here when he went to sleep, Evan couldn't sleep without her by his side anymore.

He didn't like the thought of (Y/n) struggling round the flat while he was asleep, if he was home he wanted to help her. He didn't want her thinking she couldn't wake him for anything.

When Evan heard a small cry and a whimper, his heart rocketed up into his chest and he struggled to unwrap himself from the bedsheet and clamber off the bed. Where was (Y/n), what was she doing?

Evan was about to head over to the bathroom but he stopped when he just so happened to glance down the stairs.

There she was. There was his beautiful, brave, amazing wife, sat halfway up the stairs. The sight made Evan freeze and his heart battered against his ribs like it was trying to break free. Had she fallen? Why on Earth was she going down without him? He told her not to, he begged her to just wake him if she needed to go up and down the stairs. If he had to Evan would beg her on his knees to get her to realise that he was her husband and he wanted to care for her.

She had taken such amazing care of him when he damaged his leg and he wanted to do the same for her.

"Baby…" Evan ruffled his hair as he jogged down the stairs and sat down next to her. He didn't have to ask to know what happened, he took in the sight of her sat awkwardly on her knees, burying her face in the banister and a spilled cup of tea dribbling down the stairs. "I told you to wake me."

"You've been at work, I- I should be able to carry a cup up the stairs… I'm useless-"

"Don't take like that! You," He leaned forward to gently cup her face in his hands and rest their foreheads together. "You are my brave girl, alright? Look at you, two months and we've already got you walking up and down these stairs and you've got the grip back in your hand. They told me I could have lost you after that crash but here you are. You are not useless, you hear me?"

(Y/n) brought both shaking hands up to cup Evan's fingers that were smoothing over her cheeks, brushing away her tears. She hated that Evan was starting to cry as well, she didn't want to make him cry that was the last thing she intended to do. She couldn't seem to look away from his eyes, the more he cried, the deeper his blue eyes became.

"You heaved me up and down these stairs when I shattered my leg, you helped me get washed and held me up with my leg sticking out the shower. If I tell you I wanna carry you up these stairs then I'll do it because I want to and I love you."

When Evan got to the hospital, Bobby was there holding him up and sat cradling him on the floor when he had a panic attack at the thought of losing (Y/n). They didn't expect her to wake up after surgery, they didn't expect her to have any feeling in her hand or leg.

Physio were surprised when she began walking again and started to grip things in her left hand. Evan was told to move the bed downstairs because she wouldn't be able to climb up and down the stairs but look at her now. They had got her walking up and down the stairs at least once a day unaided.

But if (Y/n) needed help, Evan wanted her to ask because he didn't care what time it was, how tired he was or what was going on. He would carry her everywhere if she asked.

"I love you," (Y/n) brushed her nose against his before she pressed a wet kiss to his lips, feeling him laugh against her.

"Good, cos I love you more than anything. Now can we go back to bed?"

(Y/n) nodded her head and squeaked when Evan scooped her up in his arms bridal style as soon as she smiled his way.

"Grab your tea," He chuckled, leaning her down so she could take her cup that was almost half full. She had made it and got halfway up and Evan was proud of her, but he wanted her back in bed in his arms again. His lips smothered her temple and he carried her back up the stairs and as soon as she was laid on the bed, Evan crawled on top of her. He laid between her legs with his arms wrapped tight around her waist and his face tucked into the crook of her neck.

He pressed butterfly kisses against her skin, smiling to himself when he felt her fingertips grazing across his skin drawing patterns across his back.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm good, but you need to rest." (Y/n) kissed the top of his head and continued to feather her fingers across his bare back, trying to lull him back to sleep. He was tired, it was written across his face and he needed sleep, she didn't want to keep him awake any longer than necessary.

"The Christmas party at the station is in a few days… do you think you'd feel up to it?"

Evan could feel himself falling asleep but he tried to stay awake because he wanted to know the answer. The guys had asked him earlier if he and (Y/n) were going but he forgot it was this week. He wanted to go, any excuse for a celebration and Evan would always be there, he loved being with the team in calm happy situations like a party. After the last few months, he knew both he and (Y/n) could use brightening up with a party.

But he didn't want to go alone and if (Y/n) didn't feel up to it or she didn't want to face being out with so many people yet then he wouldn't go.

"Yeah, I've missed everybody and I know how much you love a party," (Y/n) moved her hand to card her fingers through Evan's hair, something she knew would make him fall asleep which was what he needed right now.

She hadn't seen the team in a few weeks and the parties were always fun and eventful. It would be nice to have a reason to get dressed up and leave the apartment other than for a hospital appointment or a brief walk with Evan or Maddie. And she knew they both needed this little piece of normality to help them get back to some sort of normal routine.

It was going to be fun.

***

"Baby, could you give me a hand?" (Y/n) batted her lashes up at her husband that she couldn't stop staring at since they left the apartment.

Evan was wearing a white button up shirt, high waisted black trousers and a blue jacket. He had the first two buttons undone and a green Christmas bow pinned to the left side of his shirt. He looked good and he had a Santa hat in her bag for if the festivities got heightened he could join in and play around.

His leaf green bow matched the colour of (Y/n)'s dress that fanned out around her knees and had a looped strap around the back of her neck but with a V-cut neckline that gave Evan quite a good view he couldn't stop glancing down at.

"What do you need, babe?" He smiled brightly and walked back towards her, he had ran ahead to dump a few presents near the food table ready to hand out later.

He furrowed his brows when (Y/n) grinned and held her hands out in front of her.

"Oh, you wanna walk in there?"

He reminded (Y/n) of a child that got hint of what his Christmas present would be. Evan didn't drive so they had picked an apartment close to the fire station and it just so happened that they could walk there in fifteen minutes. But with (Y/n) not doing well with long walking, she had used her wheelchair to get here.

(Y/n) didn't want to go in and greet everyone using her chair, they had seen her in it often enough when they visited her in hospital or the flat. She wanted to surprise the team and walk in and try to get around without the chair as much as she could. And she could sit down at a table and chat to everyone so she wouldn't over exert herself.

"Hell yeah! Here we go, Mrs Buckley." Evan rubbed his hands together before he stood just in front of her and held his hands out. He didn't even flex a muscle or move an inch when he took (Y/n)'s weight for her and helped her up to her feet.

Evan made quick work of moving the wheelchair just inside the station door so it was out the way before he held his arm out to (Y/n). She hooked her arm through his and held onto his elbow for support. (Y/n) knew she looked a little awkward when she walked, she practically dragged her left leg along with her but she was up and moving on her own- mostly her own but Evan was helping at the moment- and that was all that mattered.

"Hey, look who's here," Evan reached his free hand up and held onto (Y/n)'s hand but he couldn't refrain the wide grin that spread across his face when they quietly approached the rest of the team who were already here. They were all dancing and jingling along to the festive music playing in the background and starting to sort the food out.

Tables and chairs were set up in front of the gym, there was room to dance if the occasion took to it and the buffet was near the lockers. Bobby and Athena were coming down the stairs with the last of the food to go on the buffet.

"Oh my God!" Hen almost dropped her drink when she turned around and faced the couple.

In a split second she had passed her drink over to her wife Rachel and was barrelling over towards them until she could wrap her arms around (Y/n).

"You're up! Wow, you look so good," She pulled back enough to look (Y/n) up and down. Hen hadn't seen her walk since she'd visited last month and watched her hobble from the sofa to the kitchen. She looked so much better now, she wasn't stooped over or using anything to propel herself forward. With Evan by her side they looked just like they had a year ago when Evan first introduced them all to his wife.

"Thank you, it feels good to be out." When Hen pulled back a step, (Y/n) reached back out and happily coiled her arms around Evan's elbow that he kept offered out at her side.

"Hey you," Walking over, Eddie wrapped an arm around each of them and reeled them in for a joined hug and patted Evan on the back. Out of all of them, it was Eddie (Y/n) had seen the most when she came back home from the hospital. He and Christopher had been round at least three times a week to check up, see if they needed anything and offer company. They were the first people (Y/n) stepped out of the apartment with and Christopher was a great encouragement to get her walking again.

"Miss me?"

"You kidding, Chris is only here because he knows you two were coming."

"Wanna sit down?" Evan leaned down and hovered his lips over (Y/n)'s ear and when she nodded, he looked over at Eddie before they all moved towards the tables. When they got close, Evan unravelled his arm from (Y/n)'s and moved his hands to hold her hips so he could stand behind her and help ease her down into the chair next to Christopher. "I'll go get some drinks,"

(Y/n) tilted her head back into Evan's chest and squeezed his hand that rested on her shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her temple before he headed over to the food table with Eddie.

It felt so good to be out the apartment and around people she classed as family. Maddie came over and wrapped her up in a hug, she exchanged words and jokes with Chimney and started throwing things around with Christopher to see who would notice.

For a while, it had felt better to stay cooped up in the flat and with Evan having time off to help care for her and be around her, (Y/n) didn't want to leave the flat either. But he was helping her make so much progress that it would be wrong not to come here tonight. She had to come when she could finally walk around and see everyone without asking them for help or advice or feel like a burden. And to see Evan laughing and having a drink and joking around with the boys, it made her heart swell.

After they'd had something to eat and Christopher started to gorge himself on a large slice of cake, (Y/n) could feel Evan come back over towards them and stand behind her. He'd gone to talk to Bobby for a while and left (Y/n) to sit with Chris, Hen and Rachel.

It was like a calming omen behind her, a guardian angel of sorts and when his hands came down to hold her shoulders and his lips pressed to the top of her head, (Y/n) felt like her heart was going to explode. He rubbed his fingers into her exposed skin and leaned his waist into her shoulders, trying to get back into the conversation.

"I'm gonna get another drink,"

Something fluttered in (Y/n)'s chest when Evan's hands moved from her shoulders to her waist and he held her comfortingly tight, helping her up before he wrapped his arm around her waist and reeled her into his side. He knew she was on a high right now, the pain wasn't nearly as bad as it could usually be and she was happy to be moving about.

But he didn't want her overdoing anything and if she was walking around, he wanted to be with her and take her weight if she needed him to.

(Y/n) binded her arms around his torso and kissed his exposed neck as they slowly walked over to the buffet table to get fresh drinks.

Evan pressed his lips to the side of (Y/n)'s head and kept his arm around her waist while he waited patiently. He would never presume to do anything for her when he knew his wife wanted to do as much for herself as she could, especially out in public to show their friends just how far she had come.

(Y/n) grabbed herself a new glass and one for Evan and placed them close to her before she grabbed the jug of beer. Evan wasn't on duty today which meant he could let loose and have a drink with her.

"Could you…?" (Y/n) looked between the glass and Evan, smiling when he whispered a quiet 'of course' and held the glasses steady for her. "Alright, I'm gonna try and impress my firefighter husband now, ready?" (Y/n) grinned cheekily at him and held her left wrist until she could get her hand curled around the glass.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) held her left arm close to her chest with Evan's glass in her hand and grabbed the other glass in her good hand, trying to steady herself. Her arm always trembled, it was a new trait she had acquired and it made the beer slosh around in the glass but she was trying and when she looked up at Evan, he had such a cheesy grin on his face that made (Y/n) want to cry.

"Consider me impressed, baby." Evan kept his hands on (Y/n)'s waist and kissed her neck as they headed back near the table. Just as they got close, (Y/n) gasped quietly when her hand started to shake worse and she could feel her fingers starting to lose their grip. "I got you babe," As swift as anything, Evan moved one hand and curled his fingers around the back of her hand. He steadied her hand and kept her fingers around the glass until they could put them down on the table.

"Buck, you need to dance." Christopher curled his hands around Buck's arm once (Y/n) was sat down and tugged him towards the area where Hen, Rachel and even Bobby were starting to dance.

"Oh, I'll show you a few moves."

(Y/n) watched them wander over to dance and her heart swelled even more when she watched her husband pick Christopher up and spin him round. Evan was always one to show off his unusual dance moves and he was up for a boogie tonight.

"It's amazing,"

"Oh you know what he's like for dancing," (Y/n) barely managed to tear her eyes away from her husband to look over at Maddie who was sat next to her at the table. There was something in Maddie's eyes that made (Y/n) grin but she wasn't sure why.

"That's not what I meant," She spoke softly and leaned closer, "I've never seen Buck so happy and intimate before. He'd do anything for you." Maddie had seen her little brother in a wreck when (Y/n) had her accident and she had tried to be around to help out when (Y/n) first came home from the hospital. But it soon became clear that she wasn't needed.

Evan had everything covered, he knew exactly what to do to help her and look after her and he loved doing it. If (Y/n) asked he would burn the world down and crawl through broken glass on his knees if she wanted him to.

(Y/n) brushed a hand across her cheek to swipe away the few tears that escaped. With a lasting smile, (Y/n) used the table as leverage and pushed herself up.

It was a lot harder walking when she didn't have Evan to lean on but she was determined. She pressed a finger to her lips when she got close and Bobby nodded, saying nothing when she snook up behind her husband and reached up as high as she could since he was taller than her.

Evan smiled down at Christopher who had hold of his hands but he froze when a hand suddenly covered his eyes. He wondered for a second if it was Maddie or even Eddie trying to sneak up on him but once he felt a very familiar frame pressing up into his back and a pair of lips against his neck, his smile broadened.

"Care to dance, Mr Buckley?"

(Y/n) almost toppled over from how fast her husband spun around and wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled when Evan's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and his lips feverishly pressed to hers.

"I'd love to,"

"Lend a hand then baby,"

Evan got the hint and reached down for her left arm and slowly looped it around the back of his neck. It was oddly comforting to feel her trembling fingers trying to caress the back of his neck and he liked the way (Y/n) curved her other arm around his back to pull him closer until they were moulded together.

"Keep on pulling me around and we'll have to leave early." He whispered the fiery words against her ear but she could feel his fingertips pressing into her hips and the way he pushed further into her with a wolfish grin.

(Y/n) grinned to herself and buried her face in his chest, minding the bow still pinned to his shirt. She let Evan take control and slowly sway them from side to side before he started to turn on his heels, gently moving (Y/n) along with him. It was like their first slow dance they had at their wedding, calm and tranquil after all the buzz and excitement.

They both knew they wouldn't be here at the party for much longer, (Y/n) couldn't stay standing for long and she didn't want to sit down all night or resort to her wheelchair. But it had been so much fun already and (Y/n) relished being in Evan's arms like this. It made them both forget everything that had happened in the last few months.

There had been no crash, no hospital admission or physio, no screams and cries of anguish and no trouble getting up and down the stairs.

"I love you, Evan Buckley. Thank you for, for everything." There were no words for (Y/n) to express how much gratitude she had for the man holding her safe and sound in his arms. She couldn't thank him for everything he had done or they would be here for a lifetime, but she wanted him to know that everything he did, she loved him more and more each day for it.

"Oh babe, we're just getting started."

Evan spun them both on his heels before he leaned forward and dipped (Y/n) down just like at their wedding. His grin widened into a smirk when he heard the team whooping and clapping and with a wink, he moved closer and merged their lips together.

[the-boring-distopia]

Okay, something is going on in the Ninth house

And I don't mean the canonical weird stuff that we know about. If the different houses are different planets (plus the sixth and their space station) it means that the inhibitants of Dominicus are under preasures that are detrimental to human life. There is no way that some casual humans can take their daily walk on an other planet and then go to Canaan house.

I don't know what house is which planet exactly but I'm just gonna list the different adaptations one would need to live on the Ninth and how it would be possible to solve the issues that come with them.

(this is a theory post, unhinged speculation ahead)

The Ninth house is probably Pluto, at least that's how I imagine it. They could have created an atmosphere (and an ozone layer?), but Pluto is incredibly dark and cold even with that. We know that they have oxygen generators - whatever that is - but I suspect that oxygen levels on the Ninth are closer to what one might experience on the top of mount everest than what we are breathing. This means that people from the ninth are living in a low oxyigen, low light, cold enviroment where most of us humans from earth would probably perish because of aspiration, frostbite and probably by being weakened by the constant cold. There is another problem, if they don't have an ozone layer - I don't think they do tbh - there will be a SHIT TON of uv radiation. FUV (far ultraviolet range) especially, which is not good for DNA and life in general.

This post will focus on the Ninth house but I might make a speculation post about the other houses (especially the sixth) in the future.

About the cold - depending on what kind of atmosphere they created, this cold can range from "unhabitable" to "harsh winter days" and I think the latter is correct, because Gideon went outside to wait for her shuttle. We know that it is cold and it makes sense that people live underground here: it's easier to stay warm in an insulated chamber than in a house on the surface. But people in cold climates evolved an ability to constrict blood vessels in their skin and only flush it with blood periodically - this helps prevent frostbite and heat loss. This could be something that showed up on the Ninth in ten thousand years, but a more sinister option would be that John/Anastasia somehow tweaked Ninth genetics to have adaptations against the cold. Since Pluto would not be the only planet where this adaptation would be useful, I can see it being done in Dominicus in general. Maybe something like a knot of blood vessels that allows the blood temperature in the limbs to be lower than in the body so they do not loose body heat and their hands can still function. Maybe Ninth inhibitants have reserves of brown fat and thus also raise their body temperature when needed.

The other option is making them resistent to cold and adapting to a lower body temperature but this is complicated for mammals so even if John did give some people ways to fight the cold it was not this kind.

The UV radiation - you could just say melanin but that's not enough here. Having darker pigments helps, but only to a point, so they would have to try something else. Their line of defence against UV would probably still be on the skin surface, that makes the most sense, so if I must guess some kind of "sunscreen" that gets secreated with sweat that catches most of the UV so the melanin can deal with the rest. There are naturally occuring anti UV compounds that could work this way, some of them work way better than melanin actually, but after being exposed to UV rays they are short lived and need to be disposed and replaced at a rate that is only possible if they are on the skin and not in the skin. This would also line up with the face paint, since covering the face would mean it will be less likely to basically get sun damaged in -5 degrees Celsius weather. Most of those compounds are colorless so they wouldn't even be noticeable.

About the low oxygen - this is the part where I question everything, because if John did modify people, he had to modify all of them to a point, because Gideon is not from the Ninth and she is not passing out every five minutes. It would be logical that god, after putting people in the age of spaceships, wanted to have people who can function with low levels of oxigen. If this is the case, I suspect the Ninth and the Sixth would be the most adapted to dealing with air that is low in oxygen. The assumption is that all citizens of Dominicus - depending when John tinkered with this ability, maybe even outside Dominicus - can function in low oxygen enviroment, but the Sixth and the Ninth are probably more efficient and can go longer with less of it without tissue damage occuring. These possible adaptations range from more efficient gas exchange in the lungs to having molecules that can quickly repair damage in cells caused by the lack of oxygen, they might even store super oxigenated blood in their liver like seals do and just shuffle it around their body periodically when needed. The brain and the heart are pretty oxygen hungry organs and they have to deal with that somehow because other organs could be possible "switched off" if needed but the brain and heart must work constantly. There are ways to lessen their use of oxigen but once again it's complicated so lets settle on "they make it work somehow" until I write a theory post about the Sixth.

Bonus point: what the hell are snow leaks?! - writing this post made me think what kind of vegetation could live on Pluto and what is helping it grow exactly. I was ready to jump on the "god did it" idea but then I realised that we do have plants on earth that thrive in low oxygen, low light conditions. They do need UV, sure, but we have already discussed that there is a shit ton of that on the Ninth, so I suspect snow leaks might be... Actually turnips. They can grow in low oxygen, cold and with low nutrient needs, while actual leaks need so much moisture and very fertile soil to grow. Unless god personally came down to the ninth and did something to the leeks I refuse to believe they would ever grow on the Ninth. Sorry for the leek truthers but I'm dying on this hill.

[fattummyt]

Bruce Banner (Marvel)/Female Reader - Widowed

Author's Notes: Rereading this fan fic honestly had me laughing my ass off, especially at the Guardians of the Galaxy character's interactions. I can't say I've ever watched the GotG movies, and I've not written too much Avengers cross over fanfics in my time, but... let's just say James Gunn better watch his back. Cause I'm coming for his job.

Read it on AO3 here!

Summary: During a party at Avengers Tower, Bruce has to come to terms with the fact that he led on his old flame, Natasha, who is none too happy to hear that he's moved on to a better, smarter, and more humble woman. You quickly learn why super heroes, body shots, and beer pong do not mix.

Bruce's back fell flat against the sofa as he tripped over the arm, "Nat—Nat!"

Natasha climbed over top of him, clumsily pulling at his belt buckle.

"Natasha—stop. You've had too much." Bruce pleaded, pulling her hands away holding her still.

She tilted her head and smiled coyly. "You think I can't handle my liquor? Don't insult me, Bruce."

"Natasha—you know I'm not single. I know we were..." "What?" She asked pointedly.

"What were we Bruce?" She pulled her hands away, standing up. Bruce looked away dejectedly, "I guess we were... just friends." "Were we 'just friends' when you refused to commit to a relationship? Were we just friends when I had to talk down the Hulk from a rampage? Were we friends when you cried on Morag because you thought you'd lost me? When you stayed by my side while I healed in the med bay?"

Bruce sat quietly, completely speechless. Natasha bit her lip. "You never cared about me, Bruce. Even now, you wouldn't even take me." Her voice cracked.

"No, Nat that's not—” “All I ever wanted from you was to prove you felt the same way. To tell me you loved me. But instead you decided to settle for that— fat bitch."

"Natasha, stop. I'm so sorry it never worked out between us, but I love her, and you need to respect our relationship."

Natasha backed away as Bruce sat up on the couch. "So that's it then?"

Bruce stood, hesitantly approaching before she slapped him across the face.

"Screw you. I hope I never see you again." Natasha stomped out of the room, right past Tony who had been eavesdropping outside the door, snacking on a bowl of peanuts.

"Bruce, you've got quite the love triangle going on there, buddy." Tony stepped into the room approaching the man still nursing his cheek.

"Don't call it that. That's not what it—what we had."

"Hey, good on you for finally settling down and dedicating yourself after years of leading her on. Peanuts?" He offered the bowl to Bruce who snatched it away, setting it on the coffee table.

"I did not. Lead her on."

"Oh, quite the contrary, Bruce. You knew you didn't want to settle down. You were too damaged, too afraid of having anything real, afraid that in the blink of an eye," He snapped. "It'd all be taken away." Tony walked to the other side of the coffee table, sitting on a loveseat across from Bruce.

"So, like any irrational man would do, you kept her at arm's length. Never close enough to admit you had anything real between you two. Every once in a while, you'd dip your toe into that pool. Test the waters. See if you two were compatible. But each and every time you'd panic, self-deprecate yourself into believing you had nothing in common and leave her questioning herself."

He shook his head, stirring his gentle curls. "What're trying to say Tony?"

"You're a better man now. You committed to someone. It wasn't her, but it was someone you deserved. She's justified in being upset, but she'll learn to move past it. And you'll be back to avoiding each other in no time."

Bruce blinked slowly at Tony.

"Gee, thanks for the pep talk, Dad."

Tony reached into the bowl popping some peanuts in his mouth.

"Any time, sport. Now go get your girlfriend. Last I saw Valkyrie was volunteering her for body shots."

You sat in the kitchen, your head a bit woozy from the smell of liquor permeating the Avengers Tower. Natasha walked in, brushing past you before pouring herself a cup of vodka and downing it.

"Wow, you must be great at drinking games. I can't even do shots."

She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I've got a pretty high tolerance to alcohol. You should ask Bruce about that." She grabbed the bottle, pulling off the cap and drinking straight to the head.

You laughed to yourself, as she passed by you. "Oh, do you guys play some drinking games together?" She chuckled, taking another hit off the bottle before slurring. "Oh, we did a lot together."

You narrowed your eyes a bit as she held eye contact, a cheeky smile curling up on her lips. In walks Thor, shirtless and wet.

"Natasha! You found another bottle! Come join us! We're doing another round of body shots." He clubbed a paw on her shoulder before guiding her out of the kitchen and into the party in the main room.

Bruce glanced over at Thor before entering the room. "Do you know why Thor is dripping wet?" You shrugged nonchalantly. "Body shots." He shuddered, shaking his head. "Oh man, never again. Alcohol is not my friend—especially when it involves other people's belly buttons." He took a seat at the small table across from you, reaching into a bowl of chips.

"What's up? Why are you sitting in here?"

You turned toward him. "What happened between you and Natasha?" His panicked response took you by surprise. "D-did she tell you something?"

You cocked your head. "Excuse me? Answer my question."

Bruce stammered, "I mean… a few years back we spent a lot of time together, but we never actually got romantically involved."

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

Bruce flailed his hands. "What would've been the point? It was years ago and we've already moved past it... or at least I thought."

"What do you mean, you thought?"

"Well. Let's just discuss this later. We're at a party, we should be having fun!" He tugged nervously at his collar.

"Bitch." You stood from your chair, grabbing his collar revealing a smudge of red lipstick on his neck.

In walked a smiling, tipsy Steve Rogers who after seeing this promptly turned around and left the room.

"Okay, I guess we're talking about it now." Bruce shrugged.

You stepped into the elevator with Bruce, leading the way as he trailed closely behind, pleading.

"Listen, it isn't what you think." You pressed the close door button before folding your arms.

"She came onto me earlier and I told her that I didn't want this, then she got upset with me. Because I never felt the same way about her... and after everything I ended up with you."

You huffed, words pulling tears from your eyes as you spoke them.

"So did you love her?"

He had a pained look in his face as he stared down at the floor. "No. I didn't." His heart ached.

You wiped the steady flow of tears from your eyes as you grabbed his jacket and pulled him into a tender hug.

"I feel so sorry for her." You whispered into his shoulder, Bruce felt so guilty he was nauseous. Sick that he had the power to hurt someone so badly. His eyes welled up a bit, as he felt a resounding crack in his heart, his iris flashing green. "I know, big guy. I felt that too.”

You pulled away, rubbing your hands over his shoulders. "Bruce." He smiled, hands resting on your hips.

"You were an idiot."

He nodded. "I respect that. But how do I fix this?"

You sniffled, wiping your eyes and nose with your sleeves. "Try respecting her. Talk to her. Listen to her. You guys had something special. Imagine losing that, then losing you too."

He nodded, remembering back to when he realized she was gone. That surge of hurt and confusion that incapacitated him for months after she'd died. "I was such an idiot." He shook his head, pinching back the fallen tears.

"But she's here. You can do better now." He nodded, before you pulled him into a long hug.

The door rang open and standing there was Clint, a beer in one hand a plate of loaded nachos in the other.

"Hey, idiot. And Y/N."

Bruce nodded, smiling meekly, "Hey, Clint."

You both stepped off the elevator as Clint stepped on offering a passing nod.

Bruce joined the party with a new surge of energy now. You enter to find Thor and Valkyrie playing a game of fear pong against Natasha and a barely conscious Steve.

"No, no, I'm fine. Just—wake me up when it's my turn." He mumbled from the sofa.

"I need a new partner." Natasha scolded and Starlord perked up raising his hands as he approached the table. "Preferably one that isn't a lightweight like a Capsicle over here."

"I'm your guy." Peter waited for a high five then after a few seconds of being ignored executed a weak fist pump.

"Whatever you say, Michelob Ultra."

Thor pinched the ball between his fingers before tossing and catching the corner of another cup.

"Oh yeah! One eye!" He and Valkyrie cheered, thumping his bare chest as Peter lifted the cup and read the card aloud. "Give the other team a lap dance for 20 seconds."

Everyone oohed, glancing around and you gasped.

Natasha stomped her foot, "Let's do it."

"Woo!" Valkyrie cheered, grabbing a foldable chair and sitting back in it. 

"Somebody get the timer going!" Thor giggled.

"I've got it!" Drax called from his large platter of chicken bones.

"I-I don't know. I don't think Gamora would like that." Peter muttered.

"She's not even here, Princess! Live a little." Rocket yelled, finishing a chicken wing before tossing it into Drax's slaughter pile.

"I want the redhead." Valkyrie growled, pointing at Natasha.

"Oh, thank God." Peter muttered, nervously rubbing his chest. "Don't worry, Peter." Thor called over, sitting back and spreading his legs. "As your captain I promise I won't get too handsy."

The room oohed as Peter shrugged, shaking his head as he and Natasha approached.

"Timer?" Natasha called over to Drax who was mashing buttons in confusion.

"I think it's broken." He muttered before Rocket walked over, flipping it right side up and smacking Drax on the back of the head.

Natasha smiled, taking a seat in Valkyries lap, her eyes trailing across the room to find you and Bruce at a nearby table, watching expectantly. Peter squinted, staring Thor down as he sipped coyly on his beer.

Drax nodded, "20 seconds. Starting now!"

Natasha pulled the hair tie from her hair, letting it fall free as she grinded in Valkyrie's lap and Thor cheered, raising a fist as Peter sort of shimmied gracelessly around his chair.

Natasha held unnerving eye contact with Bruce as she tossed her leg over Valkyrie's shoulder, and Valkyrie smiled, squeezing her thigh.

Bruce broke eye contact, briefly glancing over at you, who was distracted by Teen Groot's roots stretching across the table and dipping into Drax's open beer.

"Groot, stop it." You scolded, Rocket looked over and gasped. "You little punk! You are so grounded when we get back to the ship."

Groot huffed, folding his arms, "I am groot!" and Drax looked over aghast, as he pulled his drink away. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

It wasn't until you turned back around and you saw Natasha, twerking in Valkyrie's lap making eyes at the red eared Bruce, that you realized what was happening here.

"Come sit in my lap, Missouri boy." Thor slurred, pulling Peter by the back of his belt into his groin, grinding up into him. Peter gasped, scandalized as he felt something hard poking him.

Thor leaned into his ear and whispered. "Don't worry, it's just my hammer." Which sent Peter skating out of his lap, wailing.

"Time!" Drax shouted, banging his fist on the table, causing every surface in the room to rattle.

"Alright. Thanks buddy. You didn't really have to do that." Rocket pat his shoulder, shaking his head.

Natasha seductively stood from the horny Valkyrie's lap, but not before pulling her hair tie from Valkyrie's teeth and approaching your table.

"Good effort. Practice makes perfect." You said, running your hand through the back of Bruce's hair and Natasha sneered, joining Peter at the pong table.

"What happened to respecting her?" Bruce whispered and you rolled your eyes.

"I never said I had to."

He sighed, leaning into your hand as it traveled through his scalp.

"That actually feels pretty nice."

You smacked him now, “Remember this is all your fault.”

Apologies for an inconsistencies or out of character moments, I only care about maybe 5 characters here. This fan fic is at least 5 years old so if it sounds a bit clunky...

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Miracles don't exist | Bonus: Nott v Potter

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Violence / Theodore's pov A/n: A small blurb to make the wait a little shorter for a new chapter. This happens in between chapter 29 and 30 [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Theodore Nott is known for not losing his temper. Ever. He tries to stay calm, level-headed and, above all, not lose his temper. He knows the reputation his family has and he's not one to prove his peers right with their whispers and accusations.

But right now? Fuck staying calm. Fuck being level-headed. He's going to fuck Harry Potter up and nobody is going to stop him.

He storms through the hallways of Hogwarts, steam coming out of his ears. How dare that damned blood traitor hurt her. Hex his girl. 

As the portrait of Fat Lady comes into view, Theo snatches the nape of a scarlet first-year and drags him towards the painting. "Say the password", hisses Theo as he practically lifts the poor boy from the ground by his robes.

Everyone knows that you don't stand in the way of a raging Slytherin. So, the boy quivers, "Quid Agis", and the portrait swings open.

Dropping the boy, Theo strides into the Gryffindor common room. "POTTER!", he yells out and all the faces in the room snap to him. He spots the bespectacled boy by the fire with his friends, and he makes his way over to him with his fists balled.

Before Harry can inquire why the Slytherin is in their common room, Theo lands the first hit against Harry's face. The boy drops to the ground and Theo jumps on top of him, his fists pounding down. 

Yells and screams can be heard from around them. Hands wrap around Theo's arms but nobody can pull him off. Harry tries to fight back. He actually lands a couple of blows. But nothing compared to the damage Theodore Nott does.

Once he has enough, Theo gets up and looks down at the pathetic lifeform that is supposed to be The Chosen One. His nose is broken — both boys have felt it crack under the Slytherin's fists — and is bleeding profusely. He has a black eye and his lip is split. And that is not counting the bruises forming on his cheekbones, chin, and forehead. His breathing is laboured as he stares up at the ceiling.

"If you look at her, try to speak to her, or even as much as breath in her direction, you filthy Half-Blood, I will do the Dark Lord a favour. Stay the fuck away from my fiancé", Theo hisses as he spits on the ground next to Harry's face.

He looks around the common room, at the shocked faces of the students. At last, his eyes land on Hermione. She looks horrified, eyes wide as she is backed up into the arms of Ron. 

Theo huffs, shaking the blood off his hands as he turns around and marches out of Gryffindor Tower. He needs to calm himself. He doesn't want her to see him like this. He doesn't want to worry her even more.

Having taken the long way back to the infirmary he sees the two cousins asleep. Draco dragged a chair close to the bed and he has his head dropped forwards, his hand a firm hold on hers. 

The dark-haired boy stands at the end of the bed, his hands wrapped around the frame. A hiss leaves his lips as the skin of his knuckles gets ripped open again.

"Teddy?" Her sweet voice is drowsy with sleep and painkillers. 

The boy in question hums and walks closer towards her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "How are you feeling?", he whispers, careful to not wake up the other cousin.

A soft whimper leaves her lips as she tries to sit up. Theo quickly helps her, fluffing up the pillow. She looks at Draco next to her. "He looks tired."

Theo wants to retort that she looks worse for wear, but he bites his tongue. She has been looking exhausted ever since last year. It doesn't help that she has to prove to herself that she isn't like the rest of her family. Everybody keeps repeating about her being a Death Eater and Theo can see that it has taken a toll on her mental health. He wonders how many times she has laid awake — or Merlin forbid, has cried herself to sleep.

Theo pulls the covers up and tucks her in. "Go back to sleep."

Without protest, she snuggles into the pillow and soft puffs of breath indicate that she has fallen asleep.

He walks over to the other side and lays a hand on Draco's shoulder. The white-haired boy shoots up, disorientated where he is. But when he spots his cousin he is reminded of what happened.

"It's okay, I'll stay with her. You go to the dorm."

Draco shakes his head, tears in his eyes. "I don't... I don't want to leave her."

Theo sighs and pulls Draco to his feet. "Don't worry. I took care of Potter. He won't hurt her again... You look like shit, go. I won't say it again, Malfoy."

Draco nods dazed. He gives her one last look before he drags himself out of the infirmary. Theo takes place in the chair. He takes his wand out of his pocket and plays with it in his hands.

His hands hurt as dried blood clings to his skin. But Theodore would do it every time he had to. For her. Everything for her.

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☆⋆｡ beauty boosting food! ☆⋆｡

a healthy diet doesn’t have to be boring or repetitive! i see food (especially smoothies!!) as potions i can tailor towards exactly what i need. this post is to tell you about what i like to call functional foods ✧˖°

୨୧ skin treats ୨୧

feed your skin from within !! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

🍓 berries — packed with antioxidants to keep your skin looking bright. my favs are blueberries, strawberries, and goji berries !!

🥑 avocado — full of healthy fats, helps keep your skin hydrated and soft, reducing the appearance of wrinkles. it can also be used topically! i love it on toast or as a base for smoothies!

🥕 carrots — rich in beta-carotene (a type of vitamin A), carrots can help improve skin tone and even give you a subtle glow. some people even take concentrated capsules to look tanner 0.o

🌿 green tea — high in antioxidants, especially EGCG, green tea can help fight inflammation and reduce acne. it has caffeine so it’s a great morning drink!! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

୨୧ hair helpers ୨୧

for visibly and structurally healthy hair! ミ☆

🥥 coconut oil — you can add this to smoothies or use it for cooking, and the healthy fats will nourish your hair from the inside out. you can even use it as a hair mask !

🌰 nuts & seeds — they’re full of omega-3 fatty acids and vitamin E, nuts and seeds like almonds, walnuts, chia, and flaxseeds promote hair growth and prevent damage !

🐟 salmon — packed with omega-3s and protein, salmon can make your hair stronger and shinier. it's a beauty superfood! i feed it to my cat to keep her extra shiny ᓚ₍^・ﻌ・^₎

🍳 eggs — eggs are full of biotin and protein, both of which are essential for strong, healthy hair !!

୨୧ brain boosters ୨୧

for focus, memory, and mental clarity, keep your brain beautiful! જ⁀➴

🥑 avocado — besides being a skin and hair hero, avocado also supports brain health with its rich supply of healthy fats and vitamin K. we love a multi-functional food !

🍫 dark chocolate — full of flavonoids, caffeine, and antioxidants, dark chocolate can improve brain function and give you a quick mood lift ⭑.ᐟ

🫐 blueberries — these little berries are packed with antioxidants that protect your brain from aging and boost memory. they’re also antioxidants which i mentioned above ^.^

🐠 fatty fish — fish like salmon, sardines, and mackerel are high in omega-3s, which are key for brain health !

୨୧ healthy body support ୨୧

keep your body strong and healthy to support ur princess lifee ૮ ∩´ᵕ`∩ ྀིა

🍠 sweet potatoes — packed with fiber, vitamins, and minerals, sweet potatoes help with digestion, boost immunity, and keep you full of energy.

🥦 broccoli — this veggie is a powerhouse of vitamins C, K, and folate. it's great for immune support, bone health, and even glowing skin.

🍋 lemon — starting ur day with lemon water can help to aid digestion, boost vitamin C levels, and keep your immune system strong. it's a simple way to give your body some love and is super yummy !

🍄 mushrooms — rich in selenium and antioxidants, mushrooms are amazing for your immune system! just make sure you do your research >.

୨୧ hormone balancers ୨୧

help balance your hormones ≽^-˕-^≼

🌱 flaxseeds — full of lignans, which can help balance estrogen levels, flaxseeds are great for hormone health, especially during the premenstrual period !

🍳 egg yolks — a great source of vitamin D and choline, egg yolks help regulate hormones and keep you feeling balanced !

🥛 almond milk — almonds are a good source of magnesium, which helps control stress hormones like cortisol. plus, it’s a dairy-free option that's easy on digestion !

🍠 maca root — this is a superfood known for balancing hormones, boosting energy, and improving fertility. you can find it in powder form to add to your smoothies or oatmeal.

୨୧ overall self-love ୨୧

you deserve the best! ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

🍋 lemon — full of vitamin C, which helps with collagen production, lemons can brighten your skin and boost your immune system. i like to start my day with warm lemon water !

🍃 leafy greens — spinach, kale, and other leafy greens are full of vitamins and minerals that detox your body and keep your skin clear ! they’re a great thing to add to smoothies for an extra vitamin boost !

🍍 pineapple — this tropical fruit has enzymes that can aid digestion and give your skin that lit-from-within glow :3

🍯 honey — nature's sweet healer! honey has antibacterial properties, so it’s great for your immune system and can even be used topically for glowing skin. thanks bees !! 🐝˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚