#generational imprints

[iamabuddha]

"Women carry negative imprints about themselevs as inferior spiritual beings that date back several thousand years. Many male theologians have interpreted the creation story in Genisis to blame the origins of human suffering on Eve, the primordial mother. [...] All the nuances of this famous story - its connections to aspects of Goddess worship from those times, the symbolic meaning of the development of human consciousness, and completely different interpretations by feminist theologians and Hebrew scholars - were buried until the last few decades when new interpretations were offered by feminist Christian and Hebrew scholars.

In the modern secular world, psychology has placed most responisibilty for children's emotional ills at the feet of the mother. The Buddhist tradition, since its early beginnings, has included the idea that women were unworthy or incapable of attaining enlightenment. The Tibetan language reflects this belief: the literal translation of the word for woman, kye-men, means "of low birth." Societal views of women as lesser beings have caused insurmountable obstacles for all but the most dedicated and extraordinary women to develop in their spiritual efforts or their daily lives.

In many Asian countries, the old beliefs prevail and continue to negatively affect women's lives. In Western cultures, women have been exposed to very few images of the Feminine Divine and have had to search for models of serious women practiotioners or spiritual leaders. Stories of remarkable women often remained untold until feminist scholarship unearthed them from the shadows."

- PhD Rachael Wooten, Tara - The Liberating Power of the Female Buddha

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[dodounchained]

[andromeda3116]

people actually went on about how game of thrones made it socially acceptable to be a fantasy nerd, as though the lord of the rings movies hadn't been released less than a decade earlier and left far greater cultural ripples and i am just

got may have made the adults feel better about liking fantasy, but lotr got into the kids' heads when they (we) were just young and impressionable enough to be absolutely transported and emotionally rewritten by don't you leave him, samwise gamgee and my brother, my captain, my king and and rohan will answer

lotr was rewriting entire generations' brain chemistry long before asoiaf and so obviously it's not fair to compare any post-lotr fantasy novel to it, and each book series was trying to do different things within their own spheres and so that also is not a fair comparison, but in terms of the cultural impact of the adaptations that came out within a decade of each other, saying that it was game of thrones that made fantasy mainstream is baffling

game of thrones could only run because the lord of the rings movies laid the path, and i will die on this hill

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about little Cal hugging Cody like a koala and when anyone tries to pull him off he digs his fingers into Cody’s armor plates and cries like a cat

[lesbiansanemi]

Sometimes I just think about Soi Fon. Like that shit was so insane. Easily one of The characters of all time. You’re going to give me a woman who hates the physical manifestation of her soul because it’s loud and explosive and she doesn’t think it’s “proper” that it suits her, but it’s so obvious it does because she’s angry and stubborn and loud and explosive!!! And then the fact that she never ever calls upon that physical manifestation of her soul until things are so dire it’s practically that or death? The fact that in so many ways she lets her emotions build and build and build until they quite literally explode???? And then!!! AND THEN!!!! Add in that she hates her bankai because it’s “inappropriate” for an assassin… for her role as captain of the Stealth Force… the position she inherited from Yoruichi after she abandoned Soul Society for Urahara… She despises the physical manifestation of her explosive nature, the nature she hides until she can’t, just like she shoved down her feelings for Yoruichi, the betrayal, the hurt, the love, until she quite literally couldn’t anymore and it all came back up in a BANG!!! Like god… oh my god, no one will ever do it again and kubo did not deserve such a cool fucking character in the least

[sparkchemy]

Not me being touch-starved and projecting onto my blorbos... 🥲

Heero and Duo scenting Wufei, for people who asked for more of my A/B/O AU. I see you and I love you. 💗

[while-i-procrastinate]

I'm a bit obsessed with this interview of Shaun Evans. Such a delightful read. Just sounds like two people introduced at a party and having a great first conversation. Honestly, most of this interview is just him asking the interviewer questions. About bookstores! He sounds like such a genuinely sweet guy.

[snoopnation]

if theres one thing about cb seungkwan is that hes gonna wear some boy shorts and a cardigan

[miss-choco-chips]

No one:

Literally no one:

No, really, no one at all:

Kise, vibrating in place at a frequency previously unheard of: hey do. Do you want to talk about Kuroko Tetsuya our lord and savior. Do you. Please.

No one:

Still no one:

The rest of the Generation of Miracles: absolutely, I do.

Kise, approaching chihuahua levels of vibrating in place: Good good. Excellent.

[vaguely-concerned]

that last scene in fatal journey where nie huaisang has to support nie mingjue for him to keep upright, harrowhark's arc in harrow the ninth*, and the 'O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven/Keep me in temper: I would not be mad' line from king lear all break my heart in exactly the same way. that precise thread of the ultimate, hopeless vulnerability and confusion that's at the heart of madness -- of realizing in glimpses that you won't even realize how far you've drifted from yourself and that you don't know how to stop it, you can't stop it. that's such a core part of nie mingjue to me, and I don't feel like I've seen a lot of real discussion around it considering how central I think it is to his character.

*also like harrow, nie mingjue is both 'mad' (im mentally ill. I'm reclaiming it. sometimes that does feel like exactly the right word for it) and also like. severely haunted. by a sword even lmao. they've even got the 'crushing weight of shouldering the responsibility of their entire house given to them at way too early an age under horrifically traumatizing circumstances' same hat/same hat! thing going on here. omg. nie mingjue is like if harrow was a big sensitive jock who cries at the drop of a hat and harrow is like if nie mingjue was a small wet ratwoman who does bones and catholic guilt. but the core is basically the same. I can't believe I'm right about this.

[bumblewish]

This is Enigma. They’re just a pearl obsessed slugcat who can spit out random pearls for a food pip each. They can also read most pearls without an iterator’s help, with the exception of any pearls they create.

The scavs are obsessed with this silly gremlin and Enigma is oblivious as to why they suddenly have an entire patrol of bodyguards.

[ashes-writing]

h o m e c o m i n g | twilight ; e.call

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 - 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜

↪ summary

--- you're toilet - papering / egging Mike Newton and you run into an old friend in the form of an older Embry Call while you're buying eggs. Fluff ensues. [ PT 1 of 2 ]

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!Imprint reader x Embry Call - Twilight.

↪ warnings

--- All parties involved are 18, except Mike, who is 19. Reader is Quileute but lives in Forks. Tooth rotting fluff, a lots of accidental and lingering touches, heavy on the internal monologue.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. huge hug to my bestie @tbmunson because i love her and without our talk, this idea wouldn't have come together as well as it has.

@krys-orion 

@moonileo

@m-rae23

Every cell in his body tenses up. He turns his nose upward, sniffing. Leah nudges Seth and Seth clears his throat, gazing at Embry with his brows knit together in concern. “Embry? Are you good, man?”

“Y-yeah. Just feeling a little weird. Hey, is Emily baking anything that has marshmallow in it right now?” Embry mumbles the question, half-dazed. Beside him, Jared and Paul begin to snicker quietly amongst themselves.

Leah studies Embry intently.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Your face… it’s really flushed right now.” Leah gives her pack mate a look of maternal concern and she leans outward, placing the back of her hand against his forehead. As soon as she feels the searing heat that’s taken over his body, she hisses and snatches her hand away.

But she’s grinning like the cat who ate the canary and this prompts Embry to raise a brow and scoff. “What? What’s that look for?”

“Seriously?” Quil questions.

“Seriously. What the hell are you all looking at me like that for, hm?” Embry deadpans.

And then, the scent is stronger. And his vision begins to tunnel as his skin tightens almost painfully. When he doubles over and grits his teeth, swears pushing through his tight clenched jaw, Paul and Jared share a look and Jared claps a hand down on his shoulder. “You’re imprinting.”

“This is what that feels like?” Embry glances up at the other male, pain filling his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Oh no. Nope, not at all. It really does hurt that bad.” Seth remarks, Quil’s solemn nod in agreement has Embry swallowing down a massive lump in his throat. His heart’s sped up and the urge to let his other form take over, long dormant by now, that takes over and before he realizes it, he’s running. Ignoring the brambles and the limbs, everything around him but the sweet scent of the one thing he’s longed for most of all.

Seth and Quil shift too, determined to be there to ‘help’ their best friend through this major milestone -and Quil bringing his clothing so that when Embry is finally face to face with you at last, he’s not bare-ass naked with no explanation as to why.

Because that would be awkward.

As he runs, all he can think about is a) it’s finally happening after all this time and b) he finds himself thinking about you and this is something he used to do all the time before you moved away and something he’s made a strong effort not to do in at least two years now. He finds himself hoping against hopes that somehow, you’re his imprint…Because he’s missed you so much and he’s always been drawn to you.

And if you are his imprint, the reason why is crystal clear to him now.

–

You’re pushing the cart through the parking lot of the reservation grocery store when you feel someone’s eyes glued to you. Paranoid because of all the toilet paper in your trunk and the four boxes of eggs in your cart right now, you freeze and your eyes dart around all over. But you don’t see anyone, so you start your trek back to the black Mustang parked a few feet ahead. Your car is in sight when you hear your name being shouted by a very familiar voice.

It’s the boy who lives down the street from your grandparents.

The boy you spent hours playing with before your mother decided she wanted to run off with your real father and uproot you. You’ve only been living in Forks for a little while and if your mother knew you were on the reservation -or that you’d visited your grandparents, she’d probably be less than thrilled. All of this falls to the wayside in your mind as you freeze in place and gape at the man that the boy next door has grown into.

He stands at least 6’5 and he’s so muscular. Strong facial features. He’d always been cute before but now… Oh god, now he’s handsome enough that you’re literally too stunned to speak or form a coherent thought. You’re frozen in place staring and no matter what you try to do to stop it, you just… can’t.

Embry’s standing in front of you now. You can’t make out what he’s saying at first due to your own rapidly beating heart, but then he’s picked you up off your feet and he’s squeezing you in a bear hug so tight you can barely breathe as he spins you around a little and you’re hugging him back, laughing.

“Embry? Holy shit, you’re a giant.”

He chuckles at your comment. You gaze at him in concern because now that the shock -and awe, of seeing him again has worn off, you realize how hot he was and you’re worried. You raise your hand before you can stop yourself from doing it and you place the back of it against his forehead. “You’re burning up!”

“Guys are naturally hotter than girls. I’m fine.” only it comes out way too fast and he wants to kick himself. He should’ve already grown out of his awkward phase by now and the fact that he obviously hasn’t is irritating for him. You lick your lips as you stare up at him, still worried.

“I’m fine.” he reassures you again.

“Okay.” you mumble, your voice coming out soft. Dazed.

You’re staring at him and you can’t stop. Embry’s gaze breaks away from you and settles on your cart.

“Wow.” he chuckles and the sound is so deep and husky that you suck in a breath before you realize you’re doing it. You reluctantly step away from him just a little and you glance back at your cart filled with boxes of eggs that you’ve just purchased.

When he does it, it surprises him. He never realized that imprinting came with the nifty side effect of being able to gauge your moods by the sweetness of your scent and as soon as he picks up on the hints of arousal in addition to the fact that you’re a little upset and more than a little surprised to bump into him when you’ve been thinking about him nonstop lately, well.. He shuffles his feet just so that he doesn’t get hard and make things weird. He gazes at you for a few seconds and you’re staring right back.

One of you really should say something.

“Why do you have so many eggs?” he blurts it out and immediately wants to kick himself because it’s not his business and there’s so many other things he could’ve said.

At first you don’t answer, you’ve turned away long enough to unlock and open your trunk so that you can load the eggs into it with the toilet paper you’ve already gotten. As soon as Embry catches sight of all the toilet paper, he’s more than a little curious. “Why do you have so much toilet paper and eggs - nevermind.. I don’t wanna know, do I?”

You giggle to yourself because for some reason, when you open your mouth you’re hit with a fit of giggles instead of actual words and you’re dying for a portal to another dimension to open and swallow you, but since this isn’t going to happen, you’re stuck in the situation. You step closer to him before you can stop yourself and you’re toying with the collar on his jacket as you stare up at him. “You probably don’t.” you finally manage words.

Embry picks right up on the shift in your mood and he gazes at you in concern. “Are you okay?” he questions, “What’s going on?”

You sigh and laugh. “I was an idiot to think a college guy liked me? I mean, seriously.. What the hell was I thinking, Embry?” you shake your head at yourself and he tenses just slightly. “What happened?”

“Well, I was supposed to be dating Mike.. But apparently, the new has worn off and Mike wants to see other people… And by other people, I mean he wants to see the new girl in town.”

Embry grumbles to himself and shakes his head. “What’s that have to do with the toilet paper and the eggs, though?” he asks as he stares down at you. All he can do is stare. You were always pretty but now.. Now you’re beautiful. And his little crush from back then is so much more than a little crush now. And hearing you admit that you were hurt by Mike Newton of all people, well.. It’s taking everything in him not to find Mike and punch the guy. Hurt Mike like Mike’s hurt you.

You laugh softly. “Well, while he’s at the Homecoming game with his new toy, I’m going to toilet paper and egg his house. And that stupid Jeep.” you say it in a sheepish little tone and Embry snickers quietly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He just doesn’t want you to get in trouble.

“I think it’s a great idea.” you insist. “It’s happening. Mike’s had this coming for a while. I’m not the only girl he’s ghosted.” you mumble, drowning in the depths of Embry’s dark brown eyes as you stare up at him. Embry’s finger tucks beneath your chin when you go to drop your gaze and he’s making you look up at him. “Mike’s an idiot.”

“I know this.” you laugh softly. “If it helps, I’m not just toilet papering and egging his house.”

“Okay, yeah. This really doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

“What else is there to do in Forks, hm?” you question, shrugging as you give him this cute little troublemaker smirk. Embry chuckles and before he can stop himself, he’s stepped even closer.

You suck in a breath when you feel his hand brush up against your hip. Your eyes dart down and he starts to remove his hand but you give him this little pout that makes him change his mind and leave his hand where it is. 

“Okay, alright. But I’m coming with you.” -and as soon as he says it, he’s not entirely sure whether it’s just to make sure you’re safe or if maybe there’s not some small part of him that just wants to do something to get back at Newton for the way Newton’s hurt you.

Both reasons fit, so he reasons that it’s got a little to do with both.

You raise a brow and blow at some hair that’s fallen into your eyes as you stare up at him for a few seconds and find yourself stepping even closer, closing the sliver of space left between your bodies. “Oh you are, hm?” you ask, a playful and teasing tone to your voice that has your cheeks on fire.

“I am.” Embry asserts, stepping even closer. Swallowing down a lump in his throat when your body brushes against his just lightly.

“We should get going then. The Homecoming game starts soon and I want to make an appearance, just so nobody realizes I’m one of the people behind it..” you laugh softly as you say it and Embry chuckles, nodding his head.

“Are you asking me to go to the Forks High Homecoming game with you? Because I totally will.”

“Maybe I am.” you bite your lip as you find yourself staring back up at him.

–

The stands are jam packed when the two of you enter through the chain link fence. The smell of burgers from the concession stand fill the air and right now, despite not having stuck around for the food at the bonfire he left to find you earlier, Embry’s not even a little worried about his own hunger.

At least not in the food sense.

Mike spots you walk in with a guy who looks familiar and despite himself, he can’t help but stare as the two of you walk past. He calls out to you and you roll your eyes.

“Who’s he?”

You laugh. The fact that he’s even asking the question is annoying for you. He’s the one who gave you this long speech about needing space. He’s the one who was all over some girl at the movie theater not even a day later.

“What’s the matter, Mike?” you question as you gaze at the blond male and lean against Embry’s side. Embry, you can’t help but notice, has slipped a muscular arm around your waist and he’s staring at Mike with a scowl on his face. 

“I thought we had a thing? Who’s he?”

“You know who I am, Newton.” Embry speaks up. His tone is calm. It’s almost too calm. But unlike his pack mates, he’s had endless time to practice self control, so despite everything in him telling him to just deck the guy and end it there, he’s reigning himself in.

But God does he want to deck Mike.

Mike hurt you, even though you’re pretending he didn’t. Embry can tell.

Mike gazes at Embry with a blank look and then he chuckles. “Wait, you’re that guy… Jacob’s friend, right?”

“Mhm.” Embry answers, not bothering to return the smile. He smirks instead. “And I’m kind of here with her tonight, so… We’re going to find our seats now, Newton.” Embry replies, gazing down at you and smiling. “Where do you wanna sit?”

“Well, I did tell Christine and Marley I’d sit at the top.. That’s okay, right?”

Embry chuckles. “So we’ll sit at the top. But we better go, tiny. Looks like the top is filling up.” he nods to the top section of the home side bleachers. You’re still trying to process because when he called you tiny in that low and husky tone, it definitely did things to you. You finally manage to answer. “Y-yeah. We should get up there.” you smile up at him and for the second time in an hour, you can feel your body burning up as he stares down at you and smiles.

His smile is the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in a really, really long time and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you’re flustered even more by it.

As the two of you make your way up into the stands, Embry’s hand settles on your lower back and he stays close behind you. 

“Did you get the stuff?”

“I got it. I had to go to the res to see my grandma and get the eggs.”

Christine giggles, nodding to Embry. “And pick up a hunk?”

“Chris, oh my god!” you’re giggling, but you nod. “This is Embry Call. He’s one of my best friends. I mean, he was.”

“I still am.” Embry chuckles, settling into the bleacher above the one you’re sitting on. You’re leaned back against them, one of his legs on either side of you and neither of you are thinking anything at all of this. When you rest your arms on his legs, he gasps before he can stop himself and you can feel his thighs tense just slightly. You pout a little and start to sit up but he leans forward and down, his mouth next to your ear and the warmth of his breath tickling it. “It’s fine.” he mumbles, that husky tone making you almost whimper before you can stop yourself.

Embry hears your quiet little whimper and he bites his lip, taking a shaky breath or two. On the one hand, he can see exactly why Sam always kept the imprinter away from their imprintee for a while back then, on the other, he knows he’d never have been able to adhere to the guidelines, not when you’re the girl his inner wolf chose.

About halfway into the second quarter, Christine nudges you. “If we’re going, we better go.”

“Yeah.” you answer.

Embry chuckles and he stands, reaching out to grab hold of your hand. He pulls you up like you don’t weigh anything and you gulp because you’re molded against him as he’s done so. “You smell yummy.” you blurt it out and you want to disappear as soon as you realize that you weren’t just thinking it in your head, but you said it out loud.

“So do you.” Embry chuckles as he says it, staring at you for a good six seconds before he points out that your two best friends have gone down already and they’re calling your name from the ground.

“Right. I uh.. I guess we should get down there.” you mutter, dazed.

“We should. If you really want to do this.” Embry studies you intently. You nod. “Oh, it’s happening. He did this to Christine and Marley too.”

“He’s a douchebag.” Embry mutters as he reaches down and pulls the zip on your jacket up when he catches sight of you shivering in the cold night air. You laugh softly.

–

“Let me see that.” Embry’s behind you, wrapping his arms around your body as he positions the roll of toilet paper in your hands. “Toss it up now.” he instructs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. You pitch the roll of TP upward and it wraps around a massive tree branch. You grab it when it hits the grass and you start to run, twisting it around the trunk, laughing as you do so. Embry takes an egg and tosses it at the tree and he laughs.

The two of you are racing down the Newton’s front lawn just as Mike’s father opens the door and the second you’re inside your car and speeding away, Embry reaches out to lower the volume on your radio. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” you answer, glancing over at him.

He chuckles. “We can stop by the diner. I mean, if you want to.”

“Are you asking me to get a burger with you, Embry? Because I totally will.” you smile at him. He chuckles again and nods. “I am.”

You pull into the spot next to Marley’s Camaro and put the car in park. But neither one of you really make an effort to get out right away. 

“I really miss you, Embry.”

Embry’s entire face lights up when you say it. “I missed you too. What happened?”

“The sperm donor came crawling back. My mom believed his lies and packed me up to move to some base out in Texas? Then they broke up again and my mom decided she wanted to come home, but like.. She didn’t think my grandma and grandpa would let her live with them, so we had to get a place in Forks.”

Embry cringes. “That sucks.”

“It does. But at least I’m back now, right?” you glance up at him, hopeful look in your eyes. “We can be friends again.”

,, We can be whatever you want, tiny. I just want you.” the thought comes but wisely, he keeps it to himself instead of just blurting it out. It’s hard not to, but Embry manages. He nods to the flickering neon in the diner window. “We should, uh.. Get in there, huh?”

You grin and nod. “We should. I think Marley and Christine are in our usual booth? We come by here at least twice a week after school.” you’re babbling as the two of you make your way up to the door leading into the diner. Embry presses against you lightly from behind to open the door for you and you glance up at him, swallowing hard. Smiling.

You step in the door and Embry bumps into you from behind when you stop to scan the crowded diner for any sign of Christine and Marley. You scowl and roll your eyes when you see Mike and his new flavor of the week sitting in a window booth, laughing and talking. “Hope she knows what she’s in for when he gets bored.” you muse to yourself. 

You spot Christine and Marley in your usual booth towards the back and you turn to face Embry, smiling up at him. Lightly gripping the front of his jacket as you lean against him a little because no matter how hard you’ve tried the whole night, you just can’t stop touching him. Getting closer.

Are you getting a crush on your best friend?

“Let’s go sit down, huh?” you mumble and he grins, nodding. You turn away and link your fingers through his larger ones, practically dragging him towards the back of the diner to the booth your two best friends are sitting in.

You slip into the bench opposite the one they’re sitting on and Embry sits down beside you. You move just a little closer to him and reach for a menu as Marley tells you about the Homecoming Dance being a total bust.

“It’s Forks High. Did you really expect anything above lame, though? That’s why I said I didn’t wanna go, to be honest.” you scan the menu as you say it, glancing up at Marley as you shrug. Embry chuckles, reading the menu as soon as you’ve put it where you can both see it. You glance up at him. “Oh god, you’ve gotta try their milkshake.. They have this cheesecake one, it’s amazing.”

He chuckles. “It is, huh?”

“It is. I’ll let you try some of mine.” you flash him this cute little smile when you say it and if he thought he was down bad before, it’s so much worse now. 

You shift on the bench beside him so that you’re pressed closer to the side of his body and he takes a deep breath.

It’s finally happened.

The one thing he almost gave up on has happened. Now he just has to get used to the overwhelming barrage of feelings that come with finding his imprint and adjust to the way he’s so aware of you.

But he doesn’t mind at all.

“I think I’m gonna get the cocoa instead.” you look up, cheeks burning hot when you lock eyes with Embry. He chuckles and nods, smiling at you. “Yeah, I was thinking about getting that too.” he mutters, words trailing off.

The waitress comes and you both laugh when you order almost the exact same thing to a T. Across the table, Marley and Christine share a look and then a few seconds later, Christine announces that she’s going for a ride and Marley shoots up out of her spot on their bench, the two girls making a hasty retreat.

This leaves Embry alone with you all over again.

“Looks like it’s just you and me.” you mumble quietly. Embry mumbles the same thing at the same time and you both share a laugh. 

“I’m glad you’re back.” Embry blurts it out after a few seconds of the two of you staring quietly at each other. You smile and nod in agreement and when you answer him, “I’m glad we moved back too. I just wish my mom would’ve swallowed her pride and moved back in with my grandparents.” you’re drowning in the depths of his dark brown eyes again and you can’t pull yourself out. You can feel your tummy fluttering but only just a little. You wonder if Embry is feeling the same tension in the air that you are but you don’t dare ask him.

He probably means that he missed having you around as a friend because the two of you were inseparable before your mom uprooted you and made you leave town with her. 

The clink of plates as they’re sat on the table has both of you jumping and then laughing softly about it and the two of you reach for your cocoa at the same time, taking a sip.

“You’ve uh… There’s chocolate on your face.” Embry points out when the silence is just too much for him and he has to say something or go crazy. He’s leaning in to drag his thumb over the corner of your mouth and you want to disappear into the floor when his thumb makes contact with your lips and the only thing you can do is whimper quietly.

He hears you -you know he has, there’s just something about the way he looks at you when the sound comes out of your mouth, and he chuckles quietly. He could tease you about it a little, but instead, he chooses to pretend he didn’t hear the sound because the tension in the air is already thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Did you get it?” you ask after a second or two when it’s too quiet and you just have to say something. He nods and answers quietly, “Yeah. I got it. I forgot how messy an eater you were.”

“Oh haha.” you pretend to pout. “So.” you go quiet, taking a few fries into your hand and raking them through ketchup, “How have you been?”

“Good. Everything is the same, boring as ever. What about you? Where did you wind up moving again?” he asks, gazing at you as he takes a huge bite of the massive burger he ordered. You laugh and shrug. “Texas and I hated it, oh my god.” you dig into your fries and laugh, shaking your head. “I told my mom not to leave town with the jerk. I mean, you know how he is, Embry, he’s always been in and out.”

“Yeah. You’re.. You’re okay, right?” he asks as he gazes at you in concern.

You shrug. “I got used to him disappointing me when we were little? So it doesn’t bother me. My mom though, it crushed her.”

Embry cringes and sucks his teeth. “Yikes.”

“Yeah.” you mumble, smiling again a few seconds later, “I’m just glad to be back. I… I’m gonna see you more, alright? I want us to be friends again because I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Embry answers and it’s the truth.

Now the reason the past two years were hell for him make perfect sense. He must have been on the verge of imprinting on you when you moved away. The sense of loss he felt when you were gone makes sense. He feels happier than he’s felt in a long time.

More than anything, the empty feeling he’s had for a while now, the one he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that’s starting to go away.

“I.. I can move to the other bench. You’re not crowded, right?” he asks. You pout up at him and shake your head no. “No, c’mon.. Stay right here.”

He laughs. “Okay, alright.”

[ammonitetestpatterns]

released on bi-joopiter in 1994.

[jessaerys]

curious about your thoughts on lawlight… if you would like to share <3

i don't have an issue with lawlight. i have friends, that ship lawlight, even, in front of me. i don't think there's anything wrong with that. i'm an ally <3 give me a 2008 anime con yaoi pin and i'll wear it

[cto10121]

Regarding castings for R&J in general, the strangest phenomenon for me is still Ethnic!Juliet and Anglo!Romeo…like. They’re both Italian. They’re both English characters. Juliet doesn’t inherently read more ethnic nor Romeo more Anglo. Hell, Romeo is explicitly an Italian name. Yet the general tendency is for a Anglo!Romeo and EthnicLite!Juliet. Where are my hot ethnic Romeos at????