#god i love getting my favorite girls banned from places

[lesbianlotties]

sapphic senate doing mini golf?

sapphic senate doing mini golf!!! (personally i've never done this so excuse any mini golf innacuracies)

of course it started as Robin and Nancy going on a date that Vickie and Chrissy just decided to crash. but! after the first time it becomes a group activity! unlike sex. unless we're discussing that ship

Robin does not control her strength. my girl thinks this is actual golf. she hits the tiny golf balls way too hard. there have been several casualties. but hey she's having fun! (when she isn't paying up for the damages)

Chrissy is also having a great time, even if she has wierd luck with mini golf. every time she tries too hard she fails too hard. but when she's just distracted and not even trying to win, she kicks everyone's ass. so, she tries to not care about it and instead tries to distract Nancy and Vickie

the thing about Nancy and Vickie competition is that Nancy is great at mini golf, and Vickie is just a little above average, but!!! when Nancy is distracted or frustrated she starts losing spectacularly. and everyone wants to watch that. she would be more upset about it if it weren't for the fact that discovered that a single pout on her part could make Robin spoil her with affection. win-win!

to preserve friendships and for extra fun, instead of betting on who would win between Nancy and Vickie, they all start giving each other ridiculous challenges. Vickie playing with her eyes closed. Robin playing while carrying Chrissy on her back. Chrissy creating a distraction while Nancy hit the golf ball with a gun

they get banned from the mini golf place ✌😔

[zionworkzs]

Okay, but I need to talk about Good Omens and The Sound of Music.

First of all, I’m genuinely obsessed with it being explicitly canon that The Sound of Music exists in the GO universe and is, for some reason, God’s favorite movie. Neil says here that Heaven misses the point of the movie/musical, but I find it incredibly fascinating that Aziraphale outwardly despises it. 

Brief summary of The Sound of Music incoming as well as some really interesting parallels:

So we've got Julie Andrews playing Maria, who is studying to become a nun in an abbey in Salzburg. Problem is, she isn't the best nun, and is often late to chapel and just isn't the shining beacon of holiness that the rest of the nuns expect her to be.

In response to this, the Reverend Mother of the abbey decides to send Maria to live with sexy widower Georg von Trapp, a navy captain who desperately needs help with his seven children. The Captain is a bit of a hard-ass since the death of his wife, and has been treating his kids like little soldiers as well as banning music from the house.

The 7 kids are rambunctious and make things difficult for Maria at first. But one night, a thunderstorm scares them, and they run to Maria for comfort. The kids realize that Maria is really fun, and then later, when their dad is off to Vienna, the kids and Maria end up running around Salzburg singing, dancing, climbing trees, and having a blast.

When the Captain comes home and hears about this, he sends Maria away. But then he overhears the children singing a song Maria taught them and he gets all emo and remembers how much music meant to him and his late wife. He asks Maria to stay after hearing the song, telling her she's brought joy back to their house.

And oops, Maria and the Captain are falling for each other, but the Captain is sort of kind of dating this blonde bombshell.

There's a big fuck-off party, and the Captain and Maria dance together.

But, oh, no, Blondie saw them and can clearly tell they're in love. She tells Maria what she's seen and Maria is freaking out cause she's just realized she's in love.

Mentally, my girl Maria is going through a lot. She thinks she’s disappointed God by falling in love when she was supposed to be doing a job. She feels scared by the depth of her feelings and because of all these emotions, she runs away. Back to the Abbey. Back to presumed safety.

Mother Superior figures out what happened real quick and tells Maria that she isn’t wrong for falling in love. She sends her back to the Von Trapps, and it's such a great scene. If you wanna watch, I included a link below.

Maria goes back, and the kids are elated and she and the Captain confess their feelings (and oh my god, don't even get me started on the lyrics to the song they sing to each other while confessing, Something Good).

(I’m unwell.)

So that's the Sound of Music. There's a subplot going on with WW2 and the Captain being pressured to join the Nazi regime (which he is very against). King, we love him.

I pointed out some obvious parallels, but I'd also like to pull some random thoughts together here:

Mother Superior (God) is the one that sends Maria (Aziraphale) to help the Von Trapps (humans) in the first place.

Maria (Aziraphale) extends grace and patience with the children (humans) and refuses to give up on them, even going so far as to disobey their father by letting them fuck around and be kids (going against God's wishes and giving humans the flaming sword).

Mother Superior (God) also sends Maria (Aziraphale) back to the Von Trapps after realizing that Maria (Aziraphale) is in love with the Captain (Crowley).

Here's to hoping we see God telling Azi that loving a demon is chill and he should go back to earth in S3.

Overall, it's incredibly amusing to me that Aziraphale, our Aziraphale, doesn't like The Sound of Music, with the main plot being about a woman who choses love over religious obligations and a man who rejects an authoritarian regime so that he might make his own way in the world.

Maybe Aziraphale recognizes the parallels and is in denial. Or maybe he just prefers Sondheim...

[back2bluesidex]

Welcome To My Favorite Place ✨

Hello, this is Nika. Welcome to my masterlist.

Here you will find the byproducts of my sleepless nights and wild imaginations.

Most of my stories are for mature audience. Hence, if you are a minor, you need to stay away from my blog. Some stories may have triggering concepts, please proceed upon reading the warnings carefully.

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Themes:

Angst - 💔, Fluff - 💖, Smut - 💋

KNJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None yet.

Oneshots

Next level, space level 💋💔

Summary: How can Namjoon deny you when you are ready to give yourself to him?

2. Forbidden 💋

Summary: You know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

3. Bus Ride 💋💖

Summary: Namjoon has a massive crush on his coworker and it takes all his self control to survive a bus-ride with her.

4. Seven Minutes 💔

Summary: Namjoon goes around the world in a day in just seven minutes.

Drabbles

Idol!Namjoon X Author!Reader (Meet cute)

Lover - (Fluff)

Enchanted - (Angst with happy ending)

KSJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Taste of a Poison [Twoshot] 💔💋

Summary: Relationship with Seokjin is as toxic as it is addictive.

Part 1 , Part 2 [Discontinued]

Oneshots

Wanna be yours 💖💋

Summary: A peaceful, dreamless sleep is all you wanted after a long and boring office party but life has different plans and that plan includes the CEO of your company.

2. 20 Years Late 💔💖

Summary: Seokjin could count on his fingers the things that haven't changed within these 20 years of his life, and one of those is you..

Drabbles

By the Sea - (fluff)

You Belong with Me - (Fluff)

Broken Heart Over Whiskey Glass - (Angst)

Meanie - (Smut)

MYG

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

1. Slide 💔💋

Summary: 

"I can see the pain in your eyes I don't wanna say that I'm God, but I'll take you to heaven if you die"  

Alternatively, 

You would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timeline.

Oneshots

Call Me Oppa 💋💖

Summary: Yoongi has a weird kink... Maybe you'll find it out soon enough.

2. Haegeum 💋

Summary: Banning Yoongi from your bar has its own consequences.

3. Spotlight 💔💖

Summary: No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

4. Give Me A Taste 💋

Summary: Yoongi is down bad for you, he has been missing your taste crazily. Thanks to unexpected turns of events and a cancelled show, he can finally satiate his hunger for you.

5. One of the Girls 💋

Summary: Min Yoongi has been threatening your father. But that's not the problem. The problem is that you wanna get fucked by him.

Drabbles

Best friend!Yoongi X Fem!Reader (Angst)

Delicate - (Implied SMUT, Fluff)

Great War - (Angst)

Girl Crush - (Angst)

JHS

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

I Fell First but He Fell Harder [Series](Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: You have been with Him since the beginning. To you he was the only person that existed in the world, in your world. But to him, you are another pair of hands that clapped after each of his performance. Will it change when you secure a job in his dancing academy?

2. Broken Glock [Series] (Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: Hoseok is cold hearted, that's what everyone says. He is made of stone, no emotion runs through his veins, everyone believes it. Everyone but you. Because you have seen concern in his eyes and felt warmth in his touches. You have seen the real him, someone he doesn't acknowledge to be. And that's what has made you fall for him even though you believe you are nothing but a paid employee to him. But the reality is different. You're the only one that makes Hoseok a sane human being, he loves you with all of his heart, so much so that now he has started pushing you away from him to keep you protected from any harm. But will you two survive without each other? What if you can't? And what if you won't?

3. Dear Darling [Mini Series] 💔💋

Summary: After his bride flees from his clutches and reaches the realm of mortals to reunite with her lover - Hoseok has no choice but to chase her. Upon his arrival to the land of obnoxious humans, he crosses paths with you. You are a small, driven mortal who walks with a load of despair on her back. You are nothing but a delicious meal to him and he wants nothing more than to suck your life out of you, find his runaway wife and return to his kingdom. But much to his dismay, you ruin his plans, make him do what he never imagined doing in 600 years of his life - like making him fall in love and keeping him bound to you.

Oneshots

1. Attention 💋

Summary: A very jealous Hoseok fucks you into oblivion.

2. Fleeting [Birthday special] 💔💋

Summary: It's his birthday and you got a surprise for him but maybe not of the good kind.

3. Let's get engaged [Enlistment Special] 💖

Summary: Hoseok is enlisting but he has some pending works to complete beforehand.

4. Not Jealous 💋

Summary: You know Hoseok is sulking and you know how to cheer him up.

5. Cold war 💔💋

Summary: In which Hoseok fucks you for all the time he has lost due to his own mistakes.

6. Soju Bomb 💋

Summary: Hoseok doesn't like soju usually, but he discovers he likes the taste when the drink is spilled on your body.

7. Fool's Gold 💔

Summary: Falling for Jung Hoseok is... Fool's Gold.

8. Not a Dream 💔💖 (Please don't read it. It's my very first fic and it's very cringe! I, myself, don't like it.)

Summary: She thinks she is not good enough for him. She thinks she has nothing to offer. But she doesn't know she is all he wants. But why?

9. Your Lips, My Lips - Apocalypse 💔💋

Summary: You are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence?

10. Heeled Boots 💋

Summary: A little something about Hoseok's heeled boots from MAMA 2022.

Drabbles

Teardrops - (Angst with an open ending)

Afterglow - (Angst with happy ending) [A Girl Crush followup drabble]

PJM

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Lightning [Mini-Series] 💋💖

Summary: You don't understand why you find Park Jimin everywhere you go. Also, why his eyes stay only on you.

1.1 Like Crazy - A lightning sequel 💋💖

Summary: Jimin wants to make you his and he will get in done tonight.

2. Oh So Reluctant [Twoshot] 💔💋💖

Summary: For the past eleven months that you have been married to Park Jimin, he has not looked at you the way he has been doing today. And there is sinister in his eyes.

Part 1, Part 2

Oneshots

1. 25 and Virgin 💋

Summary: You are 25 and virgin but maybe your crush slash senior Park Jimin can change that tonight.

Drabbles

Wildest Dreams - (Angst)

Cruel Summer - (Fluff)

KTH

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None Yet

Oneshots

Baggage 💔

Summary: After six months of parting your ways from each other, Taehyung receives your handwritten letter. An unexpected one.

2. Like a Brother 💋

Summary: Taehyung has always been someone out of your league. Honestly, he isn't even your type. But that doesn't mean you haven't felt weak at times.

Drabbles

Rainy Day [A Baggage Drabble] 💔

Snow on the Beach - (Fluff)

JJK

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Trouble [Twoshot] 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

1.1. Trouble 2 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

2. Novice 💋💖

Summary: The need of some extra money lands on you a weird job. But you are not complaining, not when you get to fuck Jeon Jungkook.

2.1. We Need Practice 💋💖

Summary: Jungkook wants you to ride him and you are too bad at that.

Oneshots

1. Desire 💋

Summary: Jungkook hates you, you hate Jungkook but sometimes desire is more important than hatred.

2. Monitoring Duty 💖

Summary: You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.

3. Seven Days a Week 💋

Summary: Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.

4. Bad Idea 💋

Summary: Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

5. In Motion 💋

Summary: You are finally letting Jungkook set everything in motion. And he is more than happy to show you what he has to offer.

6. Standing Next to You 💋💔💖

Summary: Your and Jungkook's relationship is all about dark rooms, shadows, rendezvous and secrecy. It pains you to even think that you can't claim him as yours in front of the world. But Jungkook is always there to set your fears free because he loves you even more than you love him.

7. Closer To You 💔💋

Summary: You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you can’t push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.

8. Darling, can I be your favorite? 💋

Summary: Your close friend bagged a hot boyfriend. And that said boyfriend is more interested in you than her.

9. Gin and Tonic (ft. Kim Mingyu) 💋

Summary: If Jungkook is pungent as Gin then you need Mingyu as Tonic water to soothe your throat.

Drabbles

Idol!Jungkook X Reader (Establish relationship, fluff)

The Way I Loved You - (Angst with happy ending)

Gorgeous - (SMUT)

Tolerate it - (Angst)

Return the Favor - (SMUT)

Fortnight - (Fluff)

OT7/Multiple Members

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Where Do Broken Hearts Go? - ft. JJK & JHS 💔💋💖 [Series] (completed)

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

2. Hard Luck - ft. JJK & KTH 💖💋 [Series]

Summary: You have a good face, a nice body, a fat amount saved in your secondary bank account, a stable job that you love, loving friends and family, you are good in bed. You have almost everything other than a good luck in love. Sleeping around with random dudes don’t feel enough when your friends are getting married and having kids. If you are being honest, you have started getting bored of this prolonged singlehood already.  Your last light of hope fades away when your work crush, aka the hot guy from the legal department, Kim Taehyung (with whom you might or might not have slept once, okay! twice!), asks you to set him up with your work best friend (who, apparently, is the most asked out woman of the company). But what you don’t know is that the CEO of the company has taken a liking to you and has set out on a mission of winning your heart.  But wait… Taehyung might have started developing feelings for you in the process of receiving your help!!!

Oneshots

1. Best Fucking Friends - JHS & PJM 💋

Summary: Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.

2. The More, The Merrier- KTH & JJK 💋

Summary: Taehyung should definitely feel angry or at least disappointed seeing you already trying to sleep with someone else, that too, his best friend. However, what he feels is insanely turned on.

Drabbles

Happily Ever After - KNJ & JHS (Angst)

*Disclaimer: All the pictures are taken from internet and pinterest (ktvjeon). I don't own the edits.

[radiant-reid]

Hot wife request:

A photo of Reid’s hot wife just walking down the street or grocery shopping or doing whatever goes viral online. He obviously doesn’t know cuz he doesn’t use socials. The team discusses this beautiful lady only to find out she’s Reid’s wife when she stops by with the glasses he left at home.

gosh i love how much y'all have gotten into this because me too

also, this is set with him ↓ but modern

It's not unusual for Penelope to send Morgan TikToks while the BAU is off working a case somewhere around the country. Usually, they're cute ones of puppies, other animals, or babies. Today, though, it's a video of her current favorite Tiktoker who she caught onto just as she started blowing up.

The it's.y/nnnn account now has 500 thousand followers, and Penelope might be one of her biggest fans. She found the account on one of the first videos Y/n posted, a highlight reel of her best pictures in October. From there, it transformed into her doing trends and talking about her fabulous life while maintaining a healthy balance of being real, an incredibly rare feat.

Morgan watches it immediately, understanding Penelope's next message- OH MY GOD!!!- when he recognizes the street and suburb 18th Street NW, Adams Morgan. It's a video review of a Mexican restaurant, one he and Penelope had been at a week prior.

JJ and Elle, sitting with him at the boardroom table, notice his amusement. "What is it?" JJ asks.

"Penelope's favorite TikToker lives in DC." He reports, handing over his phone so they can see the video and read Penelope's following texts voicing her excitement. "Someone find Reid so I can tell her how many people live in DC and that it's not that surprising."

"Wait, no, this is good," Elle tells him, taking the phone from JJ's hand and scrolling through some of the other videos from the creator. She's heard Penelope hyping this girl up, but she wasn't curious until now. "Do you know if she's... you know?"

Morgan laughs. "What, you're going to go and stake out the restaurant and then hit on her?" He asks.

"She's hot." Elle shrugs. "You would if you had a chance."

That offends him, and he scoffs. "I absolutely would have a chance."

"Bullshit." She calls. "She's too hot for you."

Playfully wounded, he places a hand over his chest. "I'm wounded. JJ, back me up."

JJ looks like she doesn't want to pick sides, but since he's making her, she's honest with her answer. "I mean, she is really pretty."

Determined to validate himself, he asks the next person that walks in. Unfortunately, that's Hotch who's forced to watch three videos. "Do you think she'd get with me?" Morgan questions his boss.

Hotch gives him a hardened stare. "I think you should do your work." He states firmly, in his scary tone, and takes a seat before adding his answer in a whisper. "And no, I don't."

He gives up after that, not wanting to damage his ego further, and texts Penelope that he, too, is very excited by the revelation.

Every morning, Penelope gives the three of them an update on any developments she's found out, and every morning Morgan and Elle compete about who would be able to land her. Hotch quickly bans her from misusing FBI technology to uncover any personal information about a stranger and forbids her from printing memos for everyone.

She almost faints when the Y/n gets out of the elevator one morning, having to pinch herself, take off her glasses, and put them back on to make sure she isn't dreaming or hallucinating.

When she determines she's not, she rushes over, not going to miss her chance. "Oh my gosh, you're you!" She squeals, clearly catching Y/n off guard from the way she jumps.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" Y/n asks awkwardly, hating when situations like this occur.

"Oh. Oh, no, but I'm a massive fan." Penelope gushes. "Your page is seriously my life goals. I'm Penelope."

She smiles gratefully. "Thank you so much." It feels weird for her to be recognized in public, especially when she's come to her husband's workplace.

It's then that Penelope notices the massive engagement ring on her finger next to the wedding band. "Oh my gosh, you're married?!" She asks excitedly, completely forgetting to ask a question about why an influencer is standing in the BAU. Y/n nods happily looking down at the ring. "To who?"

With near-perfect timing, Spencer walks through the glass doors and notices his wife and his colleague talking, frowning at them.

"Well, actually, to him." Y/n answers, nodding at her husband who's walking over to them.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greets her nonchalantly, coming to stand by her side and wrapping his arm around her waist. He then notices Penelope's shocked face, something he's never seen so intensely. "What's going on?"

She's practically speechless, but she doesn't need to speak when Elle, JJ, and Morgan turn up. "What's going on?" Morgan repeats the same question as Spencer, stunned like Elle is.

"Hey, I'm Y/n Reid." She introduces herself, shaking their hands.

"Wait, you have a sister?" Morgan asks. They don't look related but there's no chance in his mind that they're not dating.

Spencer completely misses the intention of the question. "No. Well, not that I know of, but I guess there's a chance I could have a half-sibling, but you'd tell me, right, Garcia?"

His wife rests her hand on his chest, signaling for him to stop while showing off her ring. "We're married."

"No shit," Elle remarks, raising her eyebrows.

Spencer's not only married, but he's married to a popular, stunning woman.

"Mhm." Spencer doesn't pick up on the looks being exchanged between the four of them as they try to work out how their relationship happened. She's model-level gorgeous, and Spencer, although they love him and know he's attractive, does not seem like he'd be her type. "I forgot my glasses." He informs them as Y/n takes them out of her handbag and gives the case to him.

"You've got to stay for lunch." JJ insists. "We have so such to ask you."

Morgan nods in agreement. "Like, if you weren't married to Pretty Boy, would you date me?"

[d4yd4iry]

Crush

Pairings: Pham Hanni x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which Pham Hanni found herself crushing on her member’s younger sister.

Note: Y/n is the same age as Danielle.

Genre: Fluff ☁️

You were helping your older sister Minji, move her stuff into the dorm that she will be sharing with her members. “Uh, unnie where do I put these?” You questioned as you were holding a box packed with snacks that your mother packed for Minji and her members.

“Just put it on top of the countertop in the kitchen, I’ll organize it later.”

You nodded and left your older sister’s room, ears blasted with music from your headphones.

You hummed as you made your way to the kitchen, not noticing Hanni who came in a few seconds prior.

You were trying to get the snacks out of the cardboard box but couldn’t because it was sealed shut. “Hmm where are the scissors” you asked yourself before turning around with the intentions of asking your sister but to your surprise, Pham Hanni was standing near the door frame.

“Oh sh-“ you were startled after seeing her. “Uh ,sorry for that! Hello, you must be Hanni unnie, I’m Minji unnie’s younger sister!”

You greeted her but she didn’t respond because Hanni Pham was mesmerized by you.

When she first saw you in the kitchen, she was wondering who the pretty girl in the kitchen was but after you greeted her, she couldn’t help but think how your voice is as pretty as your visuals.

But while she was star struck, you were standing awkwardly while waving your hands in front of her. “Hey?”

“Oh sorry, yeah I’m Hanni! You’re Yn right?” She replied, her face shows that she was clearly embarrassed and turning red as well.

You giggled a bit at how red her face is before giving her a reply. “Yep, that’s me!”

The two of you stood still for a while before you asked her where the scissors are at. “Here you go.” She placed the scissor on top of your palm, getting a thank you from you in return.

You shifted your attention to the box of snacks before using the scissor to unpack it.

Hanni who watched you the entire time decided to step in. “Yn, do you need help putting it away?”

“Yeah, that would be nice, thanks unnie.” You smiled at her as you lift one of your favorite snack out of the box unintentionally, gasping after realizing that it’s a box of cookies and cream pepero. “Oh my god I love these! I can’t believe mom put these in for Minji unnie after banning me from eating them!”

Hanni looked at you in confusion. “Why did your mom ban you from eating them?”

“Mom said that I am too addicted to them, honestly so unreasonable, I only eat 3 packs a day! Don’t you think so too?” You told her about the unfairness of the situation, you looked so serious about it that it made you look cute in her eyes.

She found herself subconsciously agreeing with whatever you’ve been rambling about.

“Right? Totally so unfair! But I guess it’s fine because I do eat them behind her back!”

After you finished rambling, she began to laugh and you soon joined her.

Minji, who have been spending a lot of time on organizing her room, heard the loud laughers from the kitchen, so she decided to investigate.

She found you and Hanni laughing endlessly about who knows what. “What are you guys laughing about?”

You and Hanni turned away from each other to face Minji. You waved your hands around dismissively before replying. “Nothing unnie, it’s nothing.”

She nodded at your answer though knowing that it wasn’t true, but she also didn’t want to ask further. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on the pepero that was in your hands.

“Ynnie, you’re not allowed to eat them anymore, you know that!” She exclaimed before snatching the box from your hand.

“Hey! That’s unfair, please can I at least have one piece?!” You begged like a child asking their mom for candy, Hanni found it adorable.

“No way, you’ll only want it more!” Minji refused before running back to her room, leaving you alone with Hanni again.

“Ugh, she’s so mean.” You sulked as you unpack all the other snacks onto the counter.

Watching you sulk, Hanni felt the need to make your frown go away. “If you want them so bad, we can go to the convenience store, I’ll buy them for you!”

“Really?!” You no longer have a frown on your face as it have been replaced by a large smile.

“Yes!” Seeing you so happy made Hanni feel complete.

“Okay, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” You tugged the sleeve of her hoodie before locking arms with the older girl.

Hanni knew she was down bad when she found herself approving of everything snack you put in the cart.

When you finished putting every snacks you wanted, Hanni brought them to the check out, it came up to 85$. Hanni was crying on the inside but seeing your million dollar smile definitely made her moneys worth.

The two of you made your way back to the dorm, you were eating your ice cream while Hanni was occupied with holding the bag of snacks that she bought you.

You offered to hold it at first but Hanni insisted that since she was older, she’s the one who should hold it.

Minji jaw dropped when she saw the snacks in the bags.

That day, both you and Hanni got scolded by Minji. You for spending all of Hanni’s money, and Hanni for buying the snacks that you weren’t supposed to be eating.

Hanni got scolded more though but she didn’t care because in the end, it was worth it knowing that your happiness came from her.

Author’s note: Hi :) this is my first post and hopefully more to come!

[darkphoenix07]

Lovedd the Song prompt au! Can I ask for one with the song, "friends" by chase Atlantic where reader's friends warned her not to get back to her ex yunho and the reader really tries too but for wanting closure she somehow meets W her ex yunho...and then they end up having sex and get back together cause they're both crazily in love but since many things happened they broke up briefly which hurt them bad ...🫣 It's kinda angsty and smutty both haha

Friends by Chase Atlantic

<Song prompt Au 🎶>

Masterlist

Mental health request

Paring : Yunho x Reader

Genre : Ex to Lovers, Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst

Word Count : 3.7k

Warning : Aggressiveness, Degradation, Cursing, Mocking, Teasing, Rough, Possessiveness, Unprotected sex, Punishment trope.

Author's note : Whoever asked me to write, I would like to thank her because this is one of my favorite songs of Chase Atlantic's. Their songs are literally out of the world and I couldn't wait any longer to write it. It felt too much interesting. Love you anon ❤️‍🩹

12.00 a.m.

"Happy New Year," everyone screams out loud with you and the guy you've been with the whole night drags you into his arms smashing his thin lips on yours. For a moment, you feel good about the kiss but you don't feel anything under your stomach even when he steals you away from everyone and throws on a wall.

"I can't tell you how long I have been waiting for this moment. You look ravishing tonight," he finishes his last word and jumps into your neck kissing you, licking you, marking you.

You should like it because he is being good, rough just like you want it to. He is pinning your hands on the sides and nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. You inhale and exhale to feel him more inside your head but it just doesn't work.

"Seonghwa, maybe this place is not comfortable enough. We should try in some other place," you end up telling him that but that's a lie.

You know that too because when it was with him, you would have cum in the bathroom on his cock or on his hand. His fingers were enough to make you feel tight and his gaze was enough to make you feel wet. It wasn't the sex you've always known. It was the deep connection you felt in your pelvis maybe everytime he looked at you or called you by your name.

He was intoxicating and addicting. Specially when he treated you like his sex toy. You loved being that knowing how toxic it was. You don't remember falling for the mistake he was. Always lovely and shiny. You remember when he smiled a little hard, his dimple would poke out and shot you in the chest making multiple holes there.

You would never consider going away until your friend said, "He is playing with your heart, Y/n. Look at him, letting other girls glue with him."

"But he has never cheated on me," you tried to protest but deep down you felt bad about how he never once called you his girlfriend or anything special. You loved how he called you his slut, his whore, his rag doll but never his love, his girlfriend or his future. You wondered how long would it take for him to get rid off you. But ended up, you got rid off him instead.

"For God's sake, Y/n! He only cares for his motorcycle and boxing club. He wants nothing from you but sex. Are you okay with that life?" Your other friend said.

On the New Year party, your friends wanted to throw a party together and wanted to break your man ban after you've broken up with Yunho. They set you up with Seonghwa, your senior in college and he is so lovely you have to say, a fucking green flag in every ways.

But he is not the goofy tall bastard you gave your heart to, he doesn't have a forced dimple, he doesn't call you his slut or whore when he fucks you in his car, he doesn't kiss you like you are his, neither he makes your eyes tear up with joy and sadness at the same time like Yunho always did.

Seonghwa even dropped you safe at your house and you landed on the bed like a dead person. You remember breaking up with Yunho last Halloween. You both were dressed up as vampires and the party was in his house. So it was easy for you two to sneak inside his room.

It didn't take much long for him to throw you on his bed and fall right above you until his lips met yours. He was desperate and you were anxious. He felt your body stiffening, "Y/n, are you not alright?"

You took it a chance when you look into his eyes and ask him, "What am I to you?"

"Do I even need to say that? I can show it better," he told you with that big smile you love the most and started to kiss your neck. But you were stubborn to get what was right for you so you dragged him by collar and make him face you.

"I need to hear it from your mouth."

"Don't be silly. This is not the victorian times anymore. We don't go around calling someone ours. You are mine and that is enough for me."

"Fuck, Yunho. I need more of this. I need...I need more of you."

He got up and brushed his hair with his hands, "Am I not giving you enough?"

"No this is not normal, Yunho. This is toxic. We are in a toxic relationship. We fuck, we dance, we fuck again, we dance all night, we fuck all day. This is not life. I have my life, I have my goals. I can't do this anymore."

"Don't I have a life too, Y/n?"

"What is the meaning of your life, Yunho? Your motorcycle? Your boxing club? How long are you going to do these?"

You sat up moving the strain of hair from your face and avoid his gaze. He was in pain, you were giving him that. You couldn't possibly look at the pain. It would break you.

"Doll, is it all because of your friends?" He sat in front of you to meet your eyes.

The tears in your eyes makes his heart crumble but he doesn't let it come through his own eyes. He gulps those pain back and eats it up. He held your hands into his.

"Fuck, Yunho. It is about me, us. Why would you bring them up? Please, let's settle down. I can't do this anymore. I am not your fuck toy. I am a person. I am my own person."

He left your hands, "So, these terms made you uncomfortable?"

"No, Yun-"

"No, Y/n. I understand. I haven't been good to you. I haven't treated you good so far. So, it will better than if that's what you need. Because I can't settle now. I want to enjoy my life more. I am not even twenty five yet. I don't want to have any regrets in life but you. I wanted to live my life with you but we are different."

You tried to hold his hand but he backs away, "Please don't make this hard for me. Stay with me if you want to. I don't want to force anything on you. If you leave this room now I'll take that as an invitation. So be my guest."

You didn't want to show him more of your tears so you walk back into the party. Drink a lot. He left you in your house putting a blanket over you and not touching you even after you begging him. 

You remember meeting him on Christmas party then. You craved him like you crave chocolate on your period. You both couldn't help and he ended up fucking you in the balcony of his friends' house on the Christmas night. But he didn't call you anything other than your name so you cum once and let him finish off once. Then you moved away only to get scolded by your friends again.

After new year, it has been fifteen days. You dropped Seonghwa's topic but went to San's party who is your college classmate. San had a crush on you for so long and now that he has got his way with you, he couldn't stop smiling while talking to you. The way he handled tequila, that was a little childish but he stopped having more because he wanted to talk to you more of his night.

Which is worse that Yunho is his friend and now you are doing everything to avoid his burning gaze at you two. You are sure Yunho is thinking about dragging San away from you and force you somewhere in the corner to teach you his lessons. But he is surprisingly respecting your boundaries which is making it more painful for you to survive in this party with San.

San was playful. He kissed you multiple times on your neck and lips but this guy wants to go slow knowing about your breakup details.

Not being able to take his heated gaze, you plan your escape , "Excuse me, San. I need to use the bathroom."

You splash some water on your cheeks as they have gotten red not because of the blush you've on or San's slow kisses. Because of Yunho gawking at you for the last couple hours not even doing a thing.

You open the bathroom door of the bedroom and start to walk but you are stopped with a pair of hands on your heel tracing the laces around your calves.

"How do you always tie them loose?"

His voice starts making your heart tired by beating so fast. You think your pussy has started to throb as he slowly wrap the heel laces around your claves and tightens them while tying up. Even when he gets up, his index finger touches your thigh, your inner thigh, then your waist, then the side of your breast.

"You are looking fucking amazing," his husky voice and the smell of tequila coming from him hit you differently.

"Who are you to say that?" You counter attack him but that isn't enough you under when he smiles. He fucking smiles, your favorite kind of.

"I am nothing, doll. I have never been anything or else you wouldn't be able to walk away that day," he says like it was all your fault.

"You didn't stop me," you tell him attacking him again but he smiles for the second time giving you the worst kind of a headache.

"You were saying it wasn't your friends but I saw them trying so hard to keep me away from you by doing their chores," he steps closer to you making you feel his hot breath on your face.

You gulp to avoid the sweet smell of his body, "But it was my choice."

"I respected it."

"You weren't supposed to, Yunho!"

You slap your mouth as the words leave your mouth.

"Do they taste better than me, doll?" He changes the subject. To comfort you maybe? But his question was more concerning.

"What do you mean?"

When he starts walking towards you and you didn't find any place behind you only the wall, you realize he came here with intension. When your core gets soaked up, you realize it was you who lured him here on purpose no matter how many times you deny it.

"Did they make you this much nervous that your panty is soaked right now," he touches your soaked panty under the dress pulling the dress up, "So soaked that I can smell you from here."

He whispers while his middle finger grazes your clothed clitoris.

"You are a bastard!"

You blame him but you also pull him on your mouth and devour his lips into yours. With your dangling kiss, you tell him how his kiss tastes the best and how nervous he makes you all the time he talks to you.

His hands follow on your back to pull off the laces of your dress and your dress immediately obeys him falling on the floor leaving you in your underwear.

"How many times did imagined me parting your thighs like this and touched yourself?" He says as he does what he says.

"I don't know," you can't lie when his hand is in-between your thighs and only thing you can think about is when he is going to throw you on the bed of this room.

"Tell me you are not my doll," he says wrapping your panty line in his index finger, pulling it up to hurt your hole.

"Yunho-yunho, please," you whimper not being able to face him.

"Tell me and I will stop because if I start right now. I am not going to stop even if the party finishes and all the guests leave the house. You are getting all of it tonight whether you like it or not," he warns you like he is going to punish you like the doll you are of his.

You don't answer so as a punishment, he pulls you up by your waist and makes you sit on the side table of the room spreading your legs wide for him, "Answer me or else you won't like how I ruin you tonight."

"Tell me. Are you my doll?"

"I-I am sorry. Ah-"

You scream feeling the burn in your pussy as he leaves a slap on it. It hurts so good that you clench your walls feeling the heat leaving your body paralyzed.

"Answer, baby?"

"Yes, yes. I-I am your doll," supporting yourself on the table is hard when he is gazing at you like he is about to ruin every part of you.

He slowly drags your panty down leaving you bare while he is fully dressed in his black shirt and black jeans. He looks so lethal in this attire, you think but you have more things to worry about. The same hands that tied your shoe laces, removed them making you feel the cold air now.

"Are you my whore, sweetheart?"

Your mind fills with the times he called you that. So, you become late to answer and earn another slap on your swollen pussy.

"For fucking my sake. Forgive me," you try to say something meaningful but it doesn't help.

"Tell me you don't like what I am doing," he says slapping you again and looks at you with a evil smirk in his face.

"Yunho-"

"Tell me and I'll stop. I have always wanted your opinions," he says.

"God yes I love it. I FUCKING love that you are making a mess of me," you say earning another slap, this time more painful.

"Are you mine, doll?" He slaps you now every thirty seconds you are sure because he is sure you like it.

"Yes, I am yours. Only yours."

Suddenly he grabs you by hair and pulls you towards his forehead meeting his, "The how dare you let someone else touch what's mine?"

"Yunho, I am sorry. I thought I would be able to get over you," you say meeting his eyes, he is visibly mad at you right now and you don't understand what to do.

"Did you ever think of me or how will I survive a day without you?" He asks you gripping your hair a little too tightly.

"I shouldn't have b-"

"I haven't touched a soul from the day you have walked into my life. I haven't cared about any other girls but you. I have only had my hands on you. I used to race like I don't have a tomorrow until you become my tomorrow, I used to do boxing like I don't have a wil to live until you become one. What does these mean, Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't understand what to do."

"Those things mean that I love you. I have loved you ever since I have eyes on you, doll. I fucking you but do you love me, y/n?" He asks you attacking you with full force.

Before you can say a thing, he pulls you up again and keeps you on his shoulder before plopping you on the bed. You watch him stripping waiting for your next punishment but all you can see is pain in his eyes.

You get up to make it up to him but he doesn't let you touch him, "You do what I say tonight if you love me a bit."

"I love you, Yunho. Stop treating me like that."

"Oh do you, sweetheart?" He grabs your chin and makes your head fall on the bed.

"Then how did you kiss those guys with these lips you were saying that belong to me?"

"Yunho, I shouldn't have. I und-"

He leaves your chin and grabs the headboard above you, "Just because I was quite and I didn't call you my girlfriend you punished me like that. How do you thing I should punish you, doll?"

"However you love. I just want your apology."

"Do you think of me as a monster, y/n?"

"No, Yunho..."

"Can I ever hurt you?"

"I know you can't bu-"

He cuts you off with a kiss dropping his hands on your sides. It makes you realize how badly you insulted him by being with someone while you were in the break-up phase. He was being good, it was on and off, there was no commitments but he did whatever he should have done for you.

He stops but his bottom lips grazes your upper lip while he says, "Do you give me the person to destroy you right now, doll?"

"You don't scold me and ask permission like that," you tell him and feel his palm slipping on your pelvis pressurizing you.

You feel something building inside of you as you hear him say, "You get more than scoldings, my doll."

And then his hands leave your pelvis, goes to grab his cock in on hand. He keeps looking at you while making his cock dipping into you. You feel flushed, hot by the way he is staring at you like all the time, "Ah, Yunho."

You wanted to pull him roughly because the way he is slowly dipping himself is leaving you frustrated. But you can't disobey someone like him, not right now.

After he is fully situated into you, you see him grabbing the headboard, "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you right now."

"Why don't you just do that?" Your voice sounds hoarse by the way you are full of him. He isn't moving one inch. He is just there, not moving a muscle torturing you with no movement.

"You'll like that, don't you?" He smirks and you see a drop of sweat coming down from his hairline to his forehead. He looks so red right now but he is too stubborn to teach you a lesson for touching other men.

"I said I am sorry, Oh my fucking God" you yell at him as he pulls out. It leaves you breathless without him even starting.

"How bad do you want it? He asks you pushing inside you again, this time a little fast.

"So bad, so fucking bad. Please, please, please. I ca-" then he pulls out again, his tip still touching your walls.

"Why don't you ask your other boyfriends?" He says with a dark gaze making tears fall from your eyes. He is hurting you back the way you hurt him. It has been like this always. That is why your friends told you he was toxic.

"Because they don't fuck me like their sex toy," you wanted to satisfy him tonight. You wanted to make him happy so you said what he liked.

And it makes him smile too, "There you are. There is my favorite whore. My one and only."

He starts moving continuously but still slow. You grab his arms trying to make him fasten the pace, "I have had enough, Yunho. For God's sake, stop torturing me."

"Are you my whore? Say it again"

"YES, I AM," his sudden surprising thrust makes you scream and this time his thrusts didn't stop.

"Legs on my waist, doll," he commands you and you obey wrapping your legs around his waist making more ways for him to get inside.

"That's my whore. My good girl. Mine," he keeps praising you while abusing your little hole and it only makes you proud.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart," he tells you and moves you on your knees with his one hand.

He spreads you like an open book and you look back at him to see his face but he grabs your face and pushes it down, "You don't see what I do to you now, little doll. Earn it."

And as he enters you, your support on your elbows fall desperately craving more from him, "Yunho, I can't.-"

"Do you want me to stop? I'll stop when you want me to," he tells you but doesn't stop.

"Don't fuckin stop," and that's all it takes for him to pushing himself forcefully everytime. You are a screaming mess and all you can hear is his panting. You are the cause of that panting, you are the cause that he is flushed like that. How good that is!

He stops and with one last thrust, he comes right after you do, "I fucking love you," he showers you these words when he cums making you feel overwhelmed.

He supports you to move on your back and keeps panting beside you grazing the marks he gave you.

"I'm coming," he says and comes back with tissue, a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring condom today. I didn't know it was about to happen," he says while cleaning you softly, carefully because your pussy is still swollen from the slaps of his palm.

"I'll take pill tomorrow, don't worry," you tell him placing the glass aside and bring him beside you. He pulls you on his body, keeping your head on his chest.

"I am sorry. I should have told you that I loved you," He tells you keeping his hand around your shoulders.

You look at him pressing your palm, "I am sorry for not realizing that."

You smile and earn a peck from him which soothes the rough kisses from earlier.

"But doll, touch another man and he dies."

Can he get any more predictable?

Does taglist work? :) if do then why don't anyone want to get into my taglist?

Goes with it perfectly 😭

[powderblueblood]

Hiya hiya!! I am a massive fucking fan of your writing it is so stimulating for my little distracted brain. On the topic of hai I would LOVE to know more about Lacy's part-time gig at The Bookstore!!!! How often does she work there? Does Lacy get to set up displays and recommend books? Do Eddie or Ronnie ever hang out with Lacy there? (And subsequently does Ivana threaten to perma-ban them from The Bookstore for being so goddamn loud and distracting her best employee???) I am so fucking curious and would love to see it explored a little more 🧡

LEE!!!! thank you so much for your kind kind words and THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to touch upon one of my favorite little elements of the hellfire & ice universe-- THEE BOOKSTORE

i'll be the first to admit that i don't know a goddamn thing about the TARDIS but what i do know is that it's bigger on the inside. same logic applies to the bookstore. place is an intricate network of atriums and ventricles separated by bookcases that are so overstuffed, they seem like they're going to keel over like dominoes any second. it smells like warm and dust and it's always semi-dark in there, with lamps seemingly having sprung from the ground in the most strategic of places. wall sconces sprout from the woodwork, supported by dodgy, illegal wiring. you take your life in your hands any time you walk in there, essentially. but you'd never know it! because it's serene and it's peaceful until--

lacy starts working there. and for some reason, it seems that lacy, eddie, ronnie and chaos are a package deal. eddie and ronnie use the darkened corners of the bookstore to the full extent of their danger, playing endless games of 'who can scare lacy by hiding in the world history section' which has earned more than one heavy biography of ferdinand magellan being aimed at eddie munson's head.

one even made contact, and eddie insisted that lacy stand there holding an ice cream sandwich to his 'poor brutalized' head because he 'couldn't move his arms' due to the 'concussion'.

ivana, the owner, our beloved ivana, hates these kids. even if eddie is convinced that she's trying to take him as her next controversially young husband-- her fifth. ivana hates them, but never actually follows through on her threatened lifetime bans because ivana also occasionally drinks at the hideout.

a moment for ivana: ivana is so, so fucking cool. ivana used to sell fetish mags in brown paper bags back in the 50s. ivana once lived in new york, and according to legend, threw an olive at norman mailer (eddie: "who?" lacy: "don't worry about it") and it bounced off his head and into andy warhol's drink. ivana is approximately four hundred years old with a platinum blonde beehive, a list of lovers longer than mae west's, a voice like a cement truck and she will never die.

lacy wants to be exactly like her when she grows up-- only, not living in indiana, of course.

ivana has lacy on weekends and some evenings; basically, if her spidey sense tingles and she figures that girl could use something to do. lacy, inflicted with the pathological need to be the best at fucking everything, is a good worker and the best kind of salesperson a place like that could have.

which is to say that she's kind of snooty and derisive of people's pedestrian tastes. it oscillates from customers storming out to customers buying whatever she tells them to, in some misguided attempt to impress her.

precocious and pretentious eighteen year olds have this effect on people. many such cases.

one person it does not have any effect on is eddie munson.

he watches lacy put like, painstaking effort into her staff pick of the week! (she always fights for three) or her display of russian literature ranked by themes of romanticism v nihilism! (the brothers karamazov sits on the top of the display like an angel on a christmas tree)... and then he fucks with it. swaps out a room of one's own with are you there god? it's me, margaret, even if that does prompt lacy giving eddie a keynote speech on the importance of judy blume's forever.

"... and yeah, it's about as thrilling as a slice of wonderbread, but that book is probably why i'm on the pill."

this seems to give eddie pause. "... you're on the pill?"

"what's that look?"

"no, uh-- no, just. good. decision. smart, responsible decision-making. good to... know."

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🌹 [ 5 Stolen Kisses - Shachi ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Five Moments. Five Kisses, Shachi has stolen from you – Wanted or by accident.

Pairing : Shachi x GN! Reader

Word count : 1672

Genre : Fluff

➵ Warnings ; 4th one is spicy pls skip if that makes u uncomfy, Mention of blood

a/n : I'm in love with the whole heart pirates crew, so I had to write for one of my favorite boys from them, Shachi! ( Will also write 5 Stolen Kisses for Penguin, Law and Corazon!! Ehehe~!)

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One – A brief peck before a goodbye.

The polar tang had docked on a island near a little town. It was time the crew had to get new supplies again. You were currently leaning against the railing beside Bepo, waving of Ikkaku and you Captain who were going to get some supplies needed for the polar tang.

Footsteps were now nearing you and Bepo, making your head turn and smile at the two man, wearing their cute penguin and orca hats. Approaching you two, Penguin spoke up first, asking if you or Bepo needed anything from the town – you two were in charge of looking after the polar tang so no stranger would get onboard. “Some cookies would be nice, thanks Peng!” Smiling up at the man before you, his cheeks tinted slightly red, turning away and walking down the submarine.

“Well see you later!” Shachi smirks at you, placing a quick peek on your cheek, before running down dock, catching up with Penguin – giggling like a little school girl while doing so.

Meanwhile your cheeks slowly were turning into a soft rosy color. Yeah Shachi would often flirt with you, but he had never done anything more than a short little hug – never had he kissed your cheek.. It shocked you. But soon Bepo asked to play a round of cards, which for now made you forget what had happened.

Two – A fallen accident.

It was noon, the polar tang was currently floating above, giving the crew some time for sunlight. But you were currently in the kitchen. Penguin had asked you for help preparing the dinner for the whole crew. It could get a bit to much for one person to cook for the whole heart pirates crew and you were probably the only one allowed near kitchen utensils.

Especially after Shachi and Ikkaku had set the kitchen on fire, luckily Penguin and Law were able to extinguish the flames, the later then scowling the two members and telling them to never try cooking in the submarine ever again. Basically banning them from the kitchen – for anything else than eating already cooked food or for drinks.

Penguin had left the kitchen for a moment, having gone up the deck to ask Law something about when they dock again, as he was running out of a few things yet again. Meanwhile you were trying to reach up something on the top drawer of the shelves.. Why did Penguin have to be one of the tallest members of the crew..

Climbing onto the cabinet now, you were trying to reach the item you wanted, just when you fingers reached the article, you felt you knee slip and were now falling backwards. Closing you eyes tightly preparing for the impact, you felt two arms trying to catch you in time, which resulted in you falling onto the person. A groan left the person under you as you fell onto them.

Opening your eyes now, your face was directly in front of Shachis.. His lips touching yours. You were that close – you could even see his wide eyes through his sunglasses. Sitting up to quickly, you accidentally ram you knee into his side, making him groan and clutch his waist. “That's definitely a way of saying thank you..” Shachi still has a little smirk on his face. “I'm so sorry.. Oh my god! Are you okay?” Cheeks aflame again, even worse than when he had kissed you cheek.

Suddenly a loud laugh was booming through the kitchen, making you jump to your feet. Penguin probably had seen it all, now clutching his stomach as tears of laughing where running down his cheeks.. That asshole. Shachi probably though the same, as he dashed for his friend, who just ran away still laughing.

A sigh leaves your lips, as your eyes look up to the item you wanted. “I guess no pepper for today's meal..”

Three – The taste of metal.

Law had taken Shachi, Penguin and Bepo on a supposedly short mission. Well.. Said mission turned out to be way longer and dangerous than any of you had anticipated.

Ikkaku was screaming from on the deck, making you dash up there finding Bepo holding Shachi and Penguin on his shoulders, Law slightly leaning against the polar bear. What in the world had happened? They all were bloody, Bepo still looking the least beaten up out of the four. Quickly Bepo had brought the three man into Laws infirmary. Ikkaku started helping you patch up your captain and crew-mates. Bepo was quickly finished, your captain and the other two took a little longer. Law was by now also unconscious – well he probably just rather feel asleep taking from his snoring.

A groan ripped you from your thoughts as Shachi was the first one to wake up out of the three. Ikkaku was getting some ice to cool their wounds with Bepo. “Shachi! You're awake again!” Running over to the redhead now, his hat and glasses laying on the little table beside the bed. “How'd we get back here?” His eyes slightly squinting, as the lights in the room were a little bit to bright after just waking up. “Gotta thank Bepo for that, he brought all three of you guys back here, Ikkaku and I took care of your wounds then.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you softly laid your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your hand with a content sight. “Sorry for troubling you guys.” Eyes meeting yours now, his right eyes was slightly purple, which would probably get worse over the next few days. “It's okay, I'm just glad you all are safe..”

And as if something was pulling you to each other, Shachis lips suddenly meet yours in a soft kiss. It tasted a little bit like metal, but that was fine because it was Shachi kissing you. Hands were softly pulling you closer by the waist, your hands meanwhile softly threading through his auburn locks.

“Fucking finally! Penguin owes me an extra desert!” Ikkakus voice makes you pull away from the man before you, looking at her with red cheeks – she was grinning at you two. This made you groan annoyed and turning back to Shachi, hiding you face in his neck – he in return just laughed it all off, letting his hand glide over your hair as he looked down at you with a soft and content smile.

Four – At the dead of night.

It was late at night, the submarine was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the soft sounds of the ocean around the polar tang.

Soft foot patter could be heard through the hallway of the submarine, as Shachi was dragging you to his room. He had kicked Penguin out earlier that evening, telling him Bepo had a bad dream and to go cuddle him – Bepo not even questioning and just being happy about any free cuddles. Pulling you into the room Shachi normally shared with Penguin, he softly presses you against the door – a click could be heard as he locks the door.

“You're so beautiful..” Shachis voice was soft, almost a whisper so only you can hear it – not that anyone was awake beside two members far away at the front coordinating the submarine. His hands were slowly gliding from your waist, down to your hips, Shachi was so close, you could feel him breath and feel every muscle on his lean body.

Soon Shachis lips connected with yours, he couldn't wait anymore, he needed to feel your lips on his. It was soft at first, testing out the waters. You guys mostly shared only soft little kisses or pecks. This was different – he was needy.. And so where you. Arms slowly sneaking around his shoulders, as his hands slightly slid under your shirt, halting at your waist. Shachis lets his tongue softly drag over your lips, as you open them slightly. His immediately invading your space, a little groan coming from his throat making you moan. This definitely awakened somethings in his pants. Pulling away slowly, pants echoing through the room, a string of saliva connecting your tongues.

Picking you up onto his hips now – feeling his hard one surely now, he carefully walks over to the bed, laying you down, before connecting his lips with yours again..

Let's just say the next morning Penguin slammed the door close again the fastest he has ever done, walking away.

Five – Peace.

The submarine was on top of the ocean again. Shachi was leaning against the wall, you between his legs as he holds a a few cards in his hands, Bepo and Penguin opposite of you two. Nothing major had happened over the course of the last few days.. It was quiet – for which you where thankfull.

“Hah! I won again!” Penguin throws his cards down, revealing he had won jet another time, making Shachi groan, as he hands his cards to Bepo to mix them up again. His arms snaking around your waist now, as he lays his head against your shoulder. Eye looking down at the reddish blemish on your neck he had left there the other night, making him smile contently. A soft kiss was pressed to your neck, making you look down to your red haired lover. Finding his eyes looking at you with the most loving and soft look you had ever seen – you were so lucky to have him, he was an angel..

“Stop gawking at each other! Take the cards Shachi!” Penguin sometimes was quit annoyed when you two were being lovey dovey, but still he supported you two and was happy for you. Shachi takes the cards into his hands, just when Penguin looked down into his, he turned your head around and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, before checking his cards.

You were at peace. It was beautiful.

[hyperrealisticblood]

can i say marios madness for the fandom one is that allowed

okay hopefully this one will be shorter and i wont write twenty billion words. funny scary mario mod

favorite character: its a tie between dj hallyboo and mx for me. hallyboo has been my blorbo in law for years now so i already liked him as a character before the mod dropped and people actually started giving a fuck about him. mx is just neat :]

least favorite character: why the fuck is racist mario here. girl go home (second place is chris pratt if he even counts)

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): (skipping this one because i cant think of five ships sorry </3)

character i find most attractive: i would let mx do the most heinous shit to me like im not even fucking joking. when i saw powerdown v2 for the first time and i saw how fucking massive i was something fundamental changed inside of my mind. i am moving on before i say something that gets this blog taken down

character i would marry: uh. somari seems the least likely to kill me so i guess him!!!

character i would be best friends with: see above

a random thought: i will never understand why sm64 classified got three songs. like im sure its a fine series but youre telling me we got a second song about luigi in mario 64 and not victim 01. fuck off

an unpopular opinion: i dont think anyone who follows this blog is trapped in funkin discourse purgatory like i am (for the love of god please help me) but when the mod came out there was a lot of debate surrounding the fact that boyfriend expresses things like fear and anger in various songs. for those not in the know (KEEP IT THAT WAY) in canon funkin the reason given that bf and gf are never scared of the enemies is that "theyre too stupid to be afraid". i already dont like that because it makes them boring as fuck so i dont mind mm deviating from that at all. could you imagine mm if bf and gf were just sat there making their fucking free roblox cosmetic ass expressions for two hours. i would have committed higurashi fingernail scene

my canon OTP: grand dad and somari canonically being married is soooo swag

non-canon OTP: i mean its vaguely canon on one side because of pasta night but shinto/coronation peach is :]

most badass character: devil mario stinks so bad of "2000s edgy deviantart oc" and i fuck with it heavy

pairing i am not a fan of: mx/coronation peach :( that is a lesbian and a gay man to me lmao

character i feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): i cant really think of any?? i think the art in day out is scuffed as fuck but i dont think that counts

favorite friendship: i miss mx and lord x being bros so bad....... like i wouldnt mind if it just wasnt canon anymore but the fact that its also banned as a fanon thing really sucks :(

anyways sorry for talking about friday night funkin. i will absolutely do it again

[the-fiction-witch]

Super Life

Media IRL X Superheros

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet + Sad

Concept Life after Superhero Ban

I stood outside the tall thick green gates watching the waves of children scurrying out into the arms of parents and guardians. I waited patiently doing my best to stay unphased. Not that people were ever rude or anything at least not to my face. People would always be thankful, kind and smile to me but often muttered and mumbled when I turned away. Until I spotted her the sweet beautiful blonde pigtails bouncing as she skipped down the path her pink lunch pail in hand, "mama!" She smiled immediately hugging my leg as tight as possible

"Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good day?" 

"Yeah”

"Good come on then if we're quick we'll catch daddy" I smiled taking her to the car buckling her up and heading away from the school. I did my best just driving through the busy streets getting further and further from the pleasant city, escaping past the sweet suburbia and onto the driveway of our little backwater house. Almost as soon as I stopped the car she bolted inside making me laugh a little as I gathered her things and followed her inside our little house and immediately saw the most sweet of sights.

"Daddy!"

"There you are, my sweet baby girl" he Cooes 

Thomas stood on the living room rug In Front of the log burner picking little theia resting her on his hip as he pulled her as close as he could giving her kisses and telling her how beautiful she was and how much he loves her as he does every time he sees her 

"How was your day?"

"We learnt about the Romans"

"Ohhh very nice that was always daddy's favorite lesson too" he laughed, setting her down "did you miss me?"

"Of course I missed you daddy" she giggled

"Come on then let's fix you a nice dinner before daddy goes okay" 

"Okay" she giggled running to her room to put her things away 

"Hi" he smiled giving my lips a peck 

"Hi. How was your day?"

"Fine" he shrugs "you remember about tonight right?" 

"Yes babysitters booked she'll be over once dinners done" I explained heading to the kitchen to start on dinner

"Good," he nods, following me "you okay?'

"Ummm" I nod 

"Y/n?"

"Fine Thomas. Just… stuff" 

"You sure you're okay?"

"Fine" I smiled 

"Okay" he smiled giving my head a kiss as he cuddled me close as I cooked "I love you"

"I love you too" 

"I missed you"

"Missed you more. Come on then if your going to be attached to my hip least you can do is help" I told him hitting him with my hip

"Course" he smiled, giving my cheek a kiss, we worked on dinner together, all of us sat up at the table having our food Thomas and theia chatting it up like always. Once dinner was done the babysitter arrived so we got everything settled and sorted, grabbing our coats "I know I know I’m sorry sweetheart we'll play all day tomorrow promise. You know daddy has to go to his meetings" 

"I know, goodnight daddy”

"Goodnight sweetheart" he Cooes giving her a kiss 

"Goodnight mummy" she smiled hugging me too

"Goodnight theia go on now be a good girl" I told her "Back at eleven maybe later any problems call"

"I will" the babysitter smiled so we locked up and headed out to the car I drove as I know He’ll be nervous driving ourselves all the way across town in silence until he spoke up 

“Any news yet?”

“Yes. Got the call today”

“And?”

“She has a place.”

“Thank fuck I was starting to worry” 

“Me too. But she has a place paperwork comes though next week”

“You think she’ll be happy?”

“No. But it's what's best for her. She’s a big girl she’ll understand the risks” 

“God knows we didn’t have that luxury” 

“Yeah, I would have killed for it”

“Me too. You can Imagine what I was like stuck in class unsure what was happening to me or how to control it. I’d walk down the corridor and black out all the lights” he laughs making me chuckle too

“I kinda loved it. Everyone always gave me their phones to charge” 

“What do you think it’ll be like for her?”

“I don’t know. Could be me. Could be you. Could be both. Could be neither.”

“I hope neither. For her sake”

“Yeah me too” I nodded as I parked up outside the familiar dull grey building gathering my handbag and keys 

“Y/n?”

“Yes thomas?”

“Thank you” 

“Well it's important-”

“I know, But really. I appreciate it.”

“Your welcome” I smiled, giving him a kiss “You know I love you thomas. More than anything”

“I love you too. More than the world” he cooes 

“If this is what we have to do to live a somewhat normal life. Then its what we have to do”

“Okay. Come on They’ll panic if I’m late” he says 

We each climbed out the car and I took his arm letting him lead me inside on the surface a small grey office lobby with nothing much going on but if you knew the right door, One we passed though the door it was busy bustling with people going back and forth to deal with all the matters delt with by the SHPS, given this was such an important place many people were here tonight but we walked though trying to keep out of the way having to walk on the darker side of most things until reaching a small desk. 

“Scan your card Room 7” she snapped without even looking up from her magazine 

Thomas seemed nervous but got the small card from his wallet that he was now forced to carry everywhere scanning it which allowed us in though the doors so we headed down to room 7 a small open room with chairs laid out in a large circle, a table at the back with coffee and a few small snacks. The moment we got inside I made sure to hold thomas’ hand tightly as we got coffee and found a corner to lingerie in as others did too.

“This everyone?” I asked as quiet as I could 

“No, few more yet.” 

“You okay?”

“Yeah. always get a bit… funny coming here”

“I know” I smiled giving his cheek a kiss noticing he was flipping his card around in his hand for a second really looking at it and all the horrible things it meant. The small card the same sort of size as a driving license, the card an off white with red banner that caught the light making the red unavoidable His name, his picture, his abilities written across it, this card now a permanent part of our lives and it had affected so much of it. Were we could live, the jobs we could have, The card meant one thing to people if they ever saw it, that he was dangerous. Even if I knew my thomas would never hurt a fly, atleast not nowadays. But still he had to carry it everywhere, his privileges revoked if he did something wrong, A sign to all those who understood that he couldn’t be trusted. with large letters across the back ‘VR’ They meant almost nothing as they had been their for years but they gave him privileges others didn’t receive. I did my best to take his mind off it all “Who’s the twitchy guy sitting down already?” I whispered 

“Mitch Jacbson. Once the Electric Rat” He explained in a whisper 

“Really? I thought he was dead.”

“So does everyone every two weeks” he chuckled 

“The girl in the green?”

“Ahh that's Lillian Litwick. Used to be The gardeness” “Ooohhh… I thought she was against all this?”

“She is. But custody deal with her kids”

“Fair enough. What about the guy with like twelve sandwiches?”

“Berent Polov.”

“Ohh god. Gusher?”

“Yep”

“Ohh my god. Has he gained weight?”

“Yes. Not vomiting on half the city once a week will do that to you”

“I guess” I giggled 

“Okay everyone if we’d all like to come and pick a seat we can begin” The Staff Guy said as he came in I gave thomas’ hand a squeeze as we headed to the circle sitting down I made sure I moved my chair a little closer so I could still holding arm at least while he flipped his card over and over in his hand “Well it’s lovely to see so many turn out for family week” He explained glancing around the room to see how many had visitors with them “How about we Go around and say who we have with us this week? Echoer Lets start with you” he turned to the man sat beside him in the circle 

“Uhh okay, I uhh I was once Echoer and this is my sister Lisa.” 

“Lovely, How are you feeling Miss lisa?”

“Uhhh frankly confused I’m not sure why I’m here”

“Uhh okay. Moving on what about you Gardeness?”

“Hey, Gardeness. This is my cunt of an exhusband”

“I can go if you want me too lillian?” he snapped back at her 

“Do what you want I was told to bring you I did you wanna fuck off thats your problem” she yelled 

“Okay okay let's keep the circle a positive place” the staff man said continuing to go letting everyone introduce there guests until it got to us and thomas didn’t want to speak “You going to grace us with some words this week lightbreaker?”

“Please don’t call me that” he pleaded

“You know the rules as well as I do,”

“Fine, I was once lightbreaker. And I brought my lovely wife” he cooes holding my hand 

“How are you feeling being here then?”

“Good, happy to help out if I can” I smiled squeezing his hand tightly 

“I know you” A voice spoke up I turned and saw a familiar face “You’re Electa? Aren’t you?” He smirked at us

“I was. Once” I nodded trying not to mention it given who i was surrounded by and he just laughed like crazy 

“Electa married lightbreaker? Guess you did have a bit of the dark side in ya. Even if it was only lightbreakers cock”

“Enough Widower!” Thomas shouted at him causing every light in the room to go dark immediately I pulled him into my arms holding him close 

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.” I muttered letting him hug me tightly until the lights returned 

“I’m. so so sorry.”

“It's alright” The staff nodded “Out.” he demandred to the widower 

“But my-”

“Out! You can return next week if your attitude is fixed” 

The widower seemed angry, marching out angrily so everyone returned to the meeting, going over exercises worksheets and all the usual stuff. Until we finished up the meaning, meaning they could all scan their cards and have them updated that they attended the meeting this week and the staff guy handed out the small paper bags. As soon as Thomas got his we headed out to the car.

“Well that went better than I thought it would” I smiled as we sat in the car

“Yeah, it could have been worse,” he sighed, “Sorry.”

“Its okay, thank you very much for letting me come” I smiled giving him a kiss “And we’re all good for another two weeks.”

“Yeah at least its over with now” he says 

“How long do you have of the program anyway?”

“Uhh another year,” he sighed

“Well atleast one more week over with” I smiled starting the car up “It’s for baby girl.”

“Yeah for baby girl for theia” he says “Can we get ice cream?” 

“Of course we can get ice cream” I smiled, we drove home and got some ice cream on the way back sending the babysitter home as I sat down putting the tv on as thomas checked on theia “How is she?”

“Sleeping like an angel” he says coming and sitting beside me 

“Good, How are you feeling?” I asked 

“Like I do every meeting. Like utter shit”

“I know. I have to admit I thought it would be more productive then that”

“Thats more productive then most weeks”

“How do you not wanna kill everyone in there”

“Ohh I do” he sighed “still its better then the alternative” 

“True. Sometimes I wonder it if was all easier before”

“Ohh god it was y/n. It was way easier before. But… this is for the best. Or so they keep saying. I admit its overboard and some of its shit but its the only choice we have”

“I know. Come on lets get to bed” I told him 

He nodded and we locked up out little house and got ready for bed “Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight thomas. Sleep well”

“You too” he cooes giving me a little kiss before he clicked off his light and got settled to sleep, I sat up a little while longer with my book as I almost always did nowadays, I waited till he was asleep and then put my book away and clicked off the light. I smiled widely as always seeing him there laid in the covers his skin slightly glowing, his hair glowing bright enough to make shadows on the walls. I always loved to see him this way, the only way I could ever see him like this now was when he’d sleep, when he had no control of it anymore but I just found it so beautiful stroking my hand across his cheek as I sat watching him sleep I found it impossible to escape my memories of the time before this all changed. 

Believe it or not there was a time for this city, where people flew across the sky, where those of us who were different were treated like gods. When I was young it was amazing to sit and watch the epic fights between hero and villain across the city, Those blessed with Superhuman abilities would usually choose a side A hero or a villain depending on what they wanted out of life, some hero mantles had been upheld by families for generations. But their identities always kept secret from  the media, the government and of course the public you could have been best friends with the top hero of the city and never even know. But these Abilities would often be passed down though families but some were utter coincidence. Luckily superhuman abilities never show until puberty, I remember mine like it was yesterday sat in an IT class in more pain then I had ever felt as my period ripped though my body, and suddenly Zap! I received a shock from the computer I sat at, I looked and saw as I got closer a trail of almost blue lightning would move from my fingers to the Pc as if I was taking or controlling the electricity that went though it. I quickly bolted for the bathrooms and faked being ill, my father picked me up and I explained to him what was happening. He sat me down told me it was normal and that I like him had the abilities of Electricity. I could move it, control it, create it, and manipulate almost anything with an electronic current. But told me I had to hide my powers from the rest of the world, Unless I used them to protect. 

And given the amount of those in our city that had abilities they used for evil I found myself using my powers a lot. And I became a Hero known across the city as Electa. I fought many a villain in my life time but none more so than lightbreaker, we were strange to say the least becoming nemesis very early in our lives given we were only seventeen, He had the powers of light the ability to take light from anything that used it hold it in his body and repurpose it into attacks and blinding sparks we had quite a few fights in our time but all it took was one long ride up to the police station in the back of an armored Villain transporter, it was so long because well another hero and villain were having a fight leaving us stuck on the freeway together and after a while, we started talking. About our lives. Our powers. Our families. Found that we had alot in common and from then On… I didn’t see lightbreake as a bad guy anymore, just… someone in a rough place due to his powers. Slowly but surely our nemesis relationship became a couple relationship only really seeing each other to hang out and maybe go for ice cream until he told me everything. His real name, his real face, and So did I. from then on we met up properly for dates and days out and we fell utterly in love with one another he even gave up his villain life to be with me, and just two weeks after my twenty first birthday we were married. 

But our wedding is not what anyone remembers about that day. 

All anyone remembers is… The bomb. 

We had just got married rushing out of the chapel on Westland street hand in hand about to climb into the car to head to our reception when suddenly the ground shook like an earthquake and this wave of screams erupted as a shockwave went out across the city luckily we were not injured but at our reception we saw the news.

A villain known as The bomber had caused an explosion in the city sewers during his fight with Strongman but this was no normal explosion it was a BTA bomb capable of incapacitating any superhuman with five miles and killing any human within ten. It broke though the ground sending shockwaves across the city, thousands dead superhuman and not the damage was insane ripping though office’, houses, schools, roads. We were lucky only a a mile out from being dust ourselves. Understandably there was uproar, complains, government meetings and within two weeks our lives were changed forever. 

Every Superhuman Hero or villain now had to be government registered with there powers, abilities, costume, name and Real identity. All of us had to go into a system protected by government security. Hero’s and villains all were banned from using our powers, from fighting or even just wearing our costumes in public. We all had to carry cards with our information on proving what we were. We couldn’t have certain jobs or live in certain places creating almost superhero reservations in cities and towns. And the school was created For any new children who got powers, or the children of those who did to be kept locked away trained to never use their powers and to hide them from the world. 

But Villains had it worse. If you had ever so much as robbed a bank you were put into the system as a villain given a different card and labeled as Dangerous no matter what your powers were. You were put under surveillance, many had their children taken away from them by the government and put into care. And You were forced into two groups VR and IR Villain rehabilitation or Incarceration Rehabilitation. The main difference is your willingness. If you were not willing to go through the rehab to be labeled as a ‘reformed villain’ then you’d be forcefully incarcerated. You’d be drugged, imprisoned and left to rot until you either willing enter rehab or you died. But VR wasn’t peaceful either you still were unable to be given jobs, unable to live outside of villain specific areas, forced to carry an identification card that would tell everyone your crimes and that you were dangerous meaning many places would turn you away, hotels, restaurants, banks and such like. Some places would even put out signs ‘no villains’ or ‘no Superhumans’ at all, you'd be looked own on like scum, all while the SuperHuman Protection Service or SHPS would revoke any privileges if you so much as coughed wrong, they could take your house, your money, your children if they wanted to. Those in the program would have to attend meetings every two weeks and complete worksheets and such like, like a therapy or training course and at the end of it all they’d be labled as reformed giving them a better, more peaceful life. Even if the SHPS could remove it if ever they saw fit. 

Thomas being a villain once, choose to go into VR as the other was not really an option. But he had been in the program for four years and our lives were no better but he had to stay even though he hated it. In the first year he argued with the staff at his meeting saying how it was all pointless, stupid busy work to prove he wasn’t dangerous, that his word that he’d given it up should be enough. That he had given villainy up for me and for our newborn daughter. And the SHPS didn’t think to kindly of that. 

They came to our house broke anything they could and took Theia away while she was no more then two months old. Leaving us utterly distraught. We did get her back of course five months later, after a thousand meetings and forms even if it meant he had to take ‘medication’ or so they called it. They were drugs given out at the end of each meeting the low level of what the I’m prisoned villains get, it dulls their powers, makes them sleepy, and unable to fight back and unlikely to argue. And they were purposely extremely addictive meaning anyone given them more then once would forever crave them. Their way of keeping dangerous villains in check to get them hooked on hardcore drugs that you could only get by attending your meetings and sessions, if you didn’t go or you didn’t do as you were told the wouldn’t give you your paper bag, so no medication, thomas had been stripped off it a couple of times and it was horrible, he could barely move, barely think straight, unable to even do the simplest of things like eat or use the bathroom until he got the medication again. 

As horrible as it all was we had little choice, as to live a somewhat normal life we had to bend to their will and their decisions. 

[polaritiesoop]

Rewatching Hermitcraft 6, and I've reached the beautiful civil war arc. But I also realized that grian has some REALLY weird fans that are such a loud minority. Why is it anytime Grian is playfully at "odds" with another hermit or something shenanigans against Grian that there are negative comments toward said hermit? like why are there some people acting threatened by it?

Long Rant AHEAD

I find it concerning it happened even earlier in season 6. I forgot which hermit, or what it was about but I'm pretty sure a hermit was getting HATE for a HARMLESS PRANK in the famous block GAME MINECRAFT. Ridiculous, ain't it? seeing those strings of words in one. Why on God's green earth does Grian have such baby fans? I thought we were pretty chill but I guess it's only here on tumblr and twitter. I don't know if reddit has been kind to Grian and other hermits, I wouldn't assume they weren't over there considering that Grian likes to hang around there more than twitter. I guess it is most on Youtube comments. This does not only happen in season 6, but I bet also seasons 7, 8, 9 , and life series too, my memory's a bit blurry on the details. And even in the current season?! tf you mean people are hating on Xisuma for banning Grian AS A JOKE ? like why does Grian need to constantly remind people when anything playful "conflict" in the server happens that they are friends? That it is all in good fun? I'm glad though Grian has a strong friendship with the hermits, or the hermits are in good bases in general.

I don't know, its sad and frustrating to see unnecessary negative on what is considered one of the wholesome and fun minecraft smps. Hermitcraft is such a genuine server that I bet feels like home to the hermits, that it's more than simply a gaming server or a series to make tens of Yt videos out of. Same goes with the life series, as a little side smp to get some really chaotic fun, short but effective in giving such good entertainment (for both creators and fans) and compelling stories that fans are able to weave perfectly through fanfiction, art and other creative media, or just simple online discussions. But the fun gets a little spoiled by fans that don't know how to have fun. This is not covering yet how the fandom recently feels too ....idk the right word, charged??? Surely, I am not the only one to notice. I see it on twitter. Why are some people being icky? like stop. I'm getting a deja vu here, from experiences on an adjacent fandom that is crumbling (coughs dream smp).

I don't know why I am ranting. Home girl rewatched hermitcraft 6 and suddenly I am ranting out my personal frustrations LOL. Trying not to get TOO stressed out. I got recently released from college kerfuckle (I make it sound like a mental facility...). I guess Grian's personal note on his recent video about uploading schedule triggered it. I feel kinda bad that he felt pressured to produce videos, as opposed to, yknow, at his own convenience at his own time at his own mood? I hope I am not sounding like those peeps that loves to baby content creators. an adult too, older than an average young fan, in the words of others "a man with dick and balls"! All I can say for Grian's fan (or hermitcraft fans in general) being weird is uhhh touch grass. smell the flowers. go outside. talk to your friends. go watch or rewatch your favorite series. watch long video youtube essays of random topics. look at trees. they are great and beautiful. look at the sky observe its hues. pet a cat. a dog. ur pet salamander or snake or ferret or whatever. animal. think about your crush. or partner. or a friend you really love. or family member you really trust with your life

Its simple really! Take time to reflect on your thoughts. Don't be so fucking mean we have enough mean people in this earth. Don't be like them. The world is a cruel place at the moment, so why not make it better for everyone else? I am not saying to be only kind towards Grian or other content creators or people in this fandom. In general. At the same time, you're being kind to yourself. Not to dwell too much negative in yourself.

This kinda spiral into something else, but honestly i don't care. I got it out of my system. I hope i get to enjoy summer time drawing and writing.

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

Have you ever held hands with someone in a car? of course, although it’s funny cause he always has to keep letting go to switch gears lol

Would you ever try being a vegetarian? I mean it’d be so hard to give up a lot of things I love to eat but...I’d give it a shot yeah, I love a lot of healthy shit too. I’m a sucker for salads, veggies are one of my top go to snacks...although I’d probably struggle the most giving up seafood so I’d be more likely to be vegan (promise I wouldn’t ever brag about it or push it like most lol)

Would you ever like to meet Marilyn Manson? not after hearing how he treats his spouses. I’d wanna beat the shit out of him.

What would you call yourself the King or Queen of? Fuck Ups

What do you think the world would be a very lonely place without? music and animals

Do you have a favorite science topic? I love pretty much all science. I love genetics and anatomy, I love social behaviors of animals and ecosystems, etc.

Do you watch any of the Olympic events? not usually, if I do it’s usually curling and gymnastics

Is teenage pregnancy common in your area? I wouldn’t know, don’t know anyone really in my area especially that age

Do you know anyone that’s ever suffered from post-natal depression? yeah my aunt although she wasn’t diagnosed, she fit it to a tee with her youngest son

When did you last use public transport? umm not sure if Uber would count which I use all the time so as far as buses? back in 2015-2016 to get to and from work

What is your strangest fear? I actually think all of my fears are pretty reasonable and common, don’t really have any I think would be considered strange

Shane Dawson: funny or annoying? never really watched any of his content so not sure

What is the funniest YouTube video you know? funny animal compilations, some public freakouts depending on the level of ridiculousness, Markiplier, old school Vines...a lot lol

Do you want to get married? If so, what color will your dress be? yes I’m engaged for 2 years now, going on 3 and most likely the typical white dress but I’ll figure that out when we can actually finally start planning and looking into it

Ever had a caricature done of yourself? How much was it, and were you satisfied with it? no and I’m kinda apprehensive of having one considering it’s exaggerated features so...chances are they’re gonna really point out my jaw, and my head is big enough as it is so...meh

Do you like peanut butter and fluff sandwiches? ooooooh my god shut up now I’m dying for one! I’m starving!

If you got married and then got divorced, would you want to re-marry? probably not...couldn’t take that heartbreak again..

Have you ever been accused of cheating? no

How about having an eating disorder? oh yeah many times

How long did your last relationship last? I’ve been in my current one for 7 years which is the longest relationship for both of us 

Have you ever been banned from anywhere? no

Who was your date to senior prom? my girlfriends, we didn’t have dates so we went stag and made it a girls night and had a blast

Is your mom over 50? yep turning 57 this October

Do you know anyone who’s biracial? yeah

Are black bras sexy? yeah I usually get black ones myself

Are you currently listening to anything? Court Cam on TV

Would you ever consider getting breast implants? yes but not for cosmetic reasons like usual...to even them out given certain aspects of a rare form of cancer I have, I know most women have one slightly bigger than the other but my size difference is more pronounced than that so I’d do it just to be more even and I wouldn’t go all out and huge.  Are you on birth control? I have been in the past, need to get back on it

Do you know anyone who is bisexual? yeah

Does anyone call you babe? my fiance and mom

Who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? my stepmom and stepsister had been home when he was over, and left to go to the store to give us some privacy...well, things happened and he had to go so they came home like minutes after he left and were gushing over it wanting details lol then my dad came home a little while later from work but my stepmom had already texted/called him to tell him so...the look on his face when he came in and looked at me sitting on the couch was priceless XD 

What was the last video game you played, if any? Pokemon Scarlet earlier, bout to hop back on in a bit lol

Are you one of those people who listen to songs on repeat? definitely

Is your body similar to your parents’ or siblings’ body? not really, I’m taller than my mom given her whole side of the family are on the shorter/average side and I’m 6′0″ from sperm donor’s side, and I’m thin with long legs. my mom’s side are short and stocky. 

Are you, in general, usually cold or warm? I overheat so easily because of an illness I have and it’s impossible to cool down no matter how hard I try

Would you rather be somewhere very very hot or very very cold? ugh I hate the cold and can’t stand freezing but at the same time the heat is a death sentence for me medically most of the time so it’s 50/50 I need somewhere balanced in the middle

Are “school friends” and friends different to you? not really

When is the last time you laid out and tanned? never, besides I can’t tan. one, I’d get skin tumors like crazy from my cancer and I’m way too pale from the Irish in me so I’d burn more than tan anyway

Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? yeah the chicken ranch BLT sandwich at McDonalds is/was my shit! 

Are you comfortable discussing bodily functions with your friends? usually yeah

What was the last book you had to read for school and did you enjoy it or were you just trying to get through? it was The Great Gatsby or The Catcher In the Rye, forget which one was last. I loved both of them respectively for many reasons.

Favorite home-cooked meal growing up? homemade pasta sauce for spaghetti, having Italian roots are awesome ;)

What was the last food you got a random craving for? I’m starving and broke until tomorrow so Im craving EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING right now!

If your best friend was a fictional character, who would he/she be? Why? not really sure at the moment my brain is mush

What’s the nicest thing your best friend has ever said to you? a lot of things, it’s hard to pinpoint just one... What is your least favorite pizza topping? judge all you want, I love the fruit itself but pineapple on pizza. no.

Who was the last blue-eyed person you spoke to? mom over the phone

When you woke up this morning, what was on your mind? going back to sleep

At this moment, what are you most looking forward to? tomorrow so the money transfer goes through and I can DoorDash 

Who were the last 3 males you talked to? fiance, Brad, Uber driver

If you have a pet, when did you last pet him/her? last night

Do you have a favorite hair color or eye color on your preferred sex? it doesn’t really matter to me

The last song you listened to - does it remind you of anyone? not particularly, was just jamming on shuffle

What did you have for lunch yesterday? leftover sausage pizza from Little Caesars  Are your eyes the same color as your sibling’s? no

Have you received any compliments about your appearance today? nope

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? no

Do you have any appointments coming up? just had one yesterday, the next one for that is August and got nothing scheduled otherwise until then yet

Have you ever been to a petting zoo? What animals did you pet? probably but too young to remember

What do you think about nose piercings? I like em as long as it’s subtle

Have you ever had anything removed from your body? yep skin tumors and jaw cysts

Do you wear a one-piece or a two-piece when you go swimming? two piece

Have you ever experienced déjà vu? several times and it’s scary

Do you have any scratches or bruises on your body right now? bruises yeah

What would be the first thing you’d do with a million dollars? pay off credit card debt Who was the last person you visited in the hospital and why were they there? it’s been me in and out of the ER for years now so...can’t remember when it was someone else

Have you ever cried in public? unfortunately

Are you one of those people who has more than one shower a day? no

Have you ever babysat children who weren’t related to you? no

Have you ever seen Wayne’s World? yeah

Have you ever taken photos in a photobooth? yep

If you have a dog, do you walk it regularly? don’t have one unfortunately

Would you prefer a big or a small wedding? small and private, fam and close friends

Do you smoke when you’re drinking alcohol? I smoke cigs all the time every day but yeah when I’m drinking I tend to chainsmoke more

How many people do you message on a regular basis? three, usually

[declaredmissing]

teeen superhero dynamics

Been thinking about a favorite photograph that I’ve fallen in love with lately. She is a woman, draped in all black, her hair and entire body covered except for her face and hands. She is beautiful, and the expression on her face is defiant, confident, and confrontational, but also holding a shade of vulnerability and melancholy. I wonder how she got there, standing in the crash of the waves with her back fearlessly to the sea. Rather than fall from the force of the water, she stands strong and unaffected. She is alone in the image, like a mythic figure. I wonder what she survived; it is as if she was walking out of the ocean, born again somehow. An array of experiences inform our own gaze. I wonder how my own life/readings have led me to perceive this photograph in the way that I did. The fuller context of this photograph is a socio-political-economic tragedy. The photograph is part of a photo series named *[Listen: Giving Voice to Iranian Women](<http://magnumphotos.com/arts-culture/newsha-tavakolian-listen/>)*, by Newsha Tavakolian. Photographed in Mahmudabad, Iran in 2011, and envisioned as an imaginary CD cover for Sahar in the Caspian Sea. In the series, Tavakolian photographed six professional Iranian women singers and created fictional album covers. In postrevolutionary Iran, many talented artists are rendered voiceless as women are banned from solo performances in public. But somehow, I connected to it, and related to the figures; the feeling of being rendered ineffective and voiceless, reduced to the margins. There is no political restriction–my timidity and self-doubt is an internal struggle. But the photographs make me feel more empowered in my own life, to imagine myself standing in the same spot as these women. I see myself reflected in the woman; I see myself standing there in the water, looking back at the camera with that same sharp and defiant expression. When I think of what it means for us to look at ourselves, to photograph and image ourselves, I recall Ayesha saying it was narcissicistic. But I see it as visual agency, a question of authorship and who gets to determine how we represent ourselves. There is another image, a young woman standing in the middle of an empty road with bright-red boxing gloves. I think of the power I feel when I put on my handwraps, gloves, shin guards, muay thai shorts. I remember Coach Reese telling me, Sam and Ayesha how boxing saved her life when she was in a dark place. Tania telling me, on the first day I met her, that MMA/jiu-jitsu saved her life when she was struggling through depression and anxiety, and that coach had been through it too–to ask him. What is it about combat sports, that saves our lives?

“There is something so special about teen superhero team dynamics, from Power Rangers to magical girls and everything in between. / I help you fight evil. I let you sleep on my lap when we get back home. I know everything about you, things your parents never will. We've almost died together. We study for tests together. We are discovering ourselves. I hope I still know you in ten years. You turned evil once. I still got you a birthday present.”

“The truth is that the heroism of your childhood entertainments was not true valor. It was theater. The grand gesture, the moment of choice, the mortal danger, the external foe, the climactic battle whose outcome resolves all – all designed to appear heroic, to excite and gratify and audience. Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality – there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth – actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. No one queues up to see it. No one is interested.” — David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against the gods. In crisis, their souls are visible. – Anne Carson, “Tragedy: A Curious Art Form”

between rescue and recovery / 04.09.22

On earning to struggle with my own fear that paralyzed me. Fear has been the pattern driving my instincts in life.

Hands in my lap, between my 18 and 23 year old self, having to ask permission to leave the house late at night. Growing up means reconciling the child in my adult self, and the adult in my childhood self. The part of me that pleads to be protected, to be made to feel safe, that wants to be worthy of empathy, kindness and protection. To reconcile that with the part of me that believes I can only depend on myself for protection and safety, that others are not to be trusted, that the way to survive in this world is to be self-reliant.

A long time ago, when I first started combat sports, I confess I had this image of myself in my head that this would be the way I could be invulnerable. It was a metaphor for being superhuman; able to protect others, and myself, with the ego of a hero instinct. Much of this idea led to my starry eyed idealization with a police officer I met. For years, I wasn’t able to stop thinking of him. His ability to self-mythologize was magnetic; his story overcoming the odds to become a superhero in the police force, a hero able to rescue others. It collided, I suppose, with my own self-mythos. Which is why I was so enamored with the idea of him.

When I was a little girl, and even a teenage girl, I wanted to save the world. I crafted a destiny for myself. I wanted to be a scientist that studied snow leopards, because I read in a National Geographic magazine that they were vanishing. I tore out the article and pinned it to my wall and told myself, I wouldn’t let them disappear. I think this moment captures the energy and direction of my ambition; the good intent, but also the misdirection. Wanting to save the world, but from an attraction to a glamorized image of what I thought was worthy of saving.

I wanted the yes energy of my heroines, their will and energy and appetite, their ability to not be sunk by disappointments. But it collided with the parts of me that were ruthless and ambitious, and afraid and insecure, all at the same time. One of the biggest changes from my past self is the egoistic hero instinct in myself. I can’t say I’m selfless, or that I’m convinced I’ve changed, but I’m aware of it and I’m wanting to change. Throughout the years, I wrestled with my relationship to ambition. Now, I just want to live from joy and wonder; to run towards, not from.

There was a night I fell asleep crying and heard my sister’s voice in my head, “it’ll be okay, little moon.” I realized how much I missed the best friend I used to have in my sister. That relationship is lost, and I don’t know how to recover it or where to go from there. When I find myself missing ‘my sister’, I wonder if I’m really longing for an older figure to reassure me that everything would be alright. I don’t know how to be that person for myself. There’s a person I’m afraid of becoming, and I don’t know why.

I dreamed last summer of a human rights lawyer walking into the house with the broken refugee family, taking the little girl away and saving her when the girl was about to jump. How explicitly my subconscious was telling me I long for a mother, for a hero, for some magic person to provide me unconditional love and protection and kindness. A dream showing me how I wanted to rescue others before myself. I wanted someone else to rescue me, because I didn’t trust myself to be there for me.

There’s a little girl, standing at the edge of a window, about to jump in the pool, and she wants someone older and wiser and kind to sweep in and save her. She’s my daughter, and she’s me, and she’s the little girl inside my mother too, inside probably every woman I’ve ever known.

Self-destruction used to be the only language I knew when I needed help. In times I felt the most rage, I felt driven to prove I was more willing to destroy myself and go further than anyone else would. Dumping my journals and writing in the trash can, letter opener to my skin, to my paintings. Ending friendships, cutting my ties to the world. Erasing myself was the only way I felt I could exert control in a life where I otherwise felt helpless. It was my attempt to speak, to beg people to see that I wasn’t okay, to ask them to care, but in a manifested in a cry for help that didn’t speak at all. I wanted someone to stop me. To tell me I was too valuable to be lost. But there’s no wiser or older figure who’s going to sweep in and reassure me of my value. Realizing that left me with a deep and aching loneliness, but instead of turning others, I decided to contain the pain, and this reduced me to being isolated and weaker. I searched for security by deciding to enter a ‘men’s world’; safety in self control and self restraint.

In response to my own fear, I decided to develop a tough skin to protect myself. I found myself looking up to fictional figures with traditional masculine traits – self control, determination, cool, emotional discipline, and mastery. Self-sufficient, independent women, who are fucked over in many ways but refused to be helpless. Alienated with no support system, but plenty of rage to fuel them. Aimee, Lisbeth Salander, Aomame, Lara Croft. They had a voice, and they had power, even if it was in a sense dressing over deeper wounds, to protect the softer parts of their underbelly. I thought rescuing myself meant being untouchable. Being able to defend myself. To not be scared anymore. I wanted to be both weapon and armor itself. The kind of girl who could walk home alone at night and have nothing to be afraid of.

Emma Berquist in her article True Crime Is Rotting Our Brains observed, “So many true crime shows advise women to trust their instincts, but how can we trust instincts that have been hijacked by induced anxiety?” She worried that being primed to read danger in innocent situations “are not sensible reactions, they are the thoughts of someone who has been deeply traumatized.” I wonder how much of my instincts for survival are led by misreading the world. Defaulting to believing this world is a dangerous place, and in my body, I am not safe here. I often think of the police officer I dated, who was alert and guarded and could sense in every gesture or open space, the potential for danger. I related to him. I understood him. I wanted to become what he did in his response to fear.

Much of the criticism against women’s self-defense are objecting to how women must prime themselves to signals of danger. How we must be the ones to train and protect ourselves, instead of questioning society and demanding that society as a whole must become a safer place. It skews our perception of danger.

We are primed with our hands holding our keys in the the way that alert, vulnerable women do walking alone at night.

Many of my heroines are driven by anger, of experiencing women in their lives being abducted or murdered. Who they become is from the effect of these stories on their psyche.

Our very culture skews crime and violence to embed fear within us. I’ve been thinking of other insiduous ways it does this, encouraging us to mistrust each other, read danger into each other, in the name of encouraging safety, being alert. As a smokescreen to distract us from the deeper causes of violence. Heightened fear became the underlying landscape driving me to muay thai, combat sports, self defense. When I walk alone at night, every stranger could potentially whip out a knife. They warn of this in kali, demonstrating how casually one could stab you, as if it were a normal thing to expect. If, according to Berquist, “crime stories are a fundamentally conservative way of looking at the world,” what would a radical way of looking be? What would be the opposite of ‘fear-stoking propaganda’? What would it mean to practice self-defense as a way of truly finding power in oneself, rather than it being a reactive way of seeking power, like a man buying a gun?

I’ve been thinking about it what it means to take agency for my own life. There are days I feel like I’m just barely threading myself together; that I’m only just holding on to the strands that bind me. I think of how I’ve grown, since I first commuted to Brooklyn to learn Muay Thai, wrapping my hands on the train. Looking for courage. Looking for armor. Combat sports has become my lifeline when I don’t know what else to do with myself. It’s hard earned confidence. Focusing on the bag is a way of channeling my anxiety to a certain outcome–I know how to practice. I know that this isn’t wasted effort. The concentration and energy feel productive. There’s no confusion. Each strike is its own reward.

I found some kind of fulfillment and reward through the repetition of kicking a bag. Driven to perfect my roundhouse kick, fueled by the thrill of a perfectly executed kick. I learned to build habits and structure through long term persistence and self-forgiveness. It was the best thing I did for myself at that time in my life where I was going through a personal crisis.

I found survival in the drive to keep working, with a laser-like intensity, on something even after I’ve lost immediate interest. Learning what rules I do want to form for myself. Reward in my tenacity in itself; not to be recognized or to feel safer, but in the sheer joy of seeing myself improve. Survival in discovering my ability to stick with something even when it was hard.

Turning to martial arts and starting to fully grasp just how powerful I can be – how overwhelming it is to lean into something new, to be bad, to persist–and then to be truly whole-heartedly empowered by the results. Training myself to not be disappointed so easily by my failure or clumsiness, at how my body simply did not know yet. To not feel frustrated that I was getting it wrong, or that it wasn’t coming together or feeling easy yet. Enduring hardships and learning the grace to bear them well.

Finding agency through martial arts hasn’t solved my life problems, and it doesn’t make the world objectively less dangerous.

focus on the evolution in my perception of/relationship to martial arts.

The moment I decided to box was when I watched Tomb Raider, and Vikander, the underdog, was hurling herself at her opponent and refusing to give up. And I thought, maybe I could have it in me too. Croft, or the way Vikander played her – was vulnerable but also tough. She was someone who chose the hard path. Scrappy and resourceful and uncertain. And I identified with her. There is something triumphant and hopeful to be found in a character who, at the end, discovers just how truly powerful she is after emerging through crisis.

on psychological domination: I wonder what the difference is between rescue, and recovery. It seems obvious that self-preservation, the instinct to survive, means to walk away from situations that felt unbearable. But it’s not so obvious when you don’t know how to recognize what a cruel situation is. When it doesn’t occur to you that it’s possible to ask for more – and that you are deserving of more.

In that moment I left him, walking away was the rescue. Not just rescue from a relationship where I was exhausting myself, but also from a version of myself I knew deep down was just a shadow of who I could be. But it left me at point zero, alone and lost and not knowing what I’m made of or what I want to be. So now I begin the process of recovery–to fully allow myself to grieve and repair my wounds, when before I would just hide them and limp on. Like an animal who gnaws her paw off in a fox trap and goes on, determined but blinded with pain. Recovery is what comes after the escape. It’s the drawn out limping with no promises, searching for rest and hoping that along the way with time–against mortal limits–the limbs grow back. The fox molding the missing paw with clay and earth, learning to create and not just sever.

With tenderness and infinite patience. I’ve learned, along the way, that no one else is going to do it for me. It’s a hard lesson to accept. I grew armor as a kid, learning to rely on myself, but at heart, hoping someday someone would care for me. I held on to that fantasy, and my anger came from the injustice of feeling that was withheld from me. I struggle to accept that no one else is going to tell me the words that I want to hear, but it’s hard for me to feel like it’s okay to say those things to myself. But I hope to let go, to accept with grace that my belief in myself should not be dependent on others believing in me. There will be people who love me, who treat me kindly, generously, but if I’m able to unfailingly protect myself–be sacred to myself, treat myself like I would be my own daughter–then I’ll never be breakable.

[supermellon64]

could I get the redwood run gang roller skating for the doodle requests(Percy is really bad at it)

Oh my god I love that Idea sm!!!! I can totally see that!

I Have some head cannons about the rest of the gang. (sorry in advance for longer post then usual)

Molly, Trixie, and Feenie: I feel like they would go to a roller rink together and stay as a group the whole time. Molly probably wouldn't want to go skating very often even if she had time because it would be pretty loud, but once in a while the trio would go there when it wasn't busy. They are all equally bellow average at skating and have trouble keeping their balance. they hold on to each other for the whole time trying to keep their balance and roll around pretty slowly and bump in to the wall a-lot, but they laugh it off and have a pretty good time together.

Giovanni: Giovanni has absolutely gone to mother son skate nights every Friday since he was 5. He is pretty damn good and can easily hold his own. He wears rollerblades over roller skates as they are easier to make sharp turns in. He also gets very competitive with the other people on the rink. He uses his steam jets to go much faster than everyone else. Then promptly slams in to the wall. He also definitely wear's a dumbass outfit complete with flame decaled sweat band on his head. All the employee's know Gio, and groan when ever he comes in.

Sylvie: Sylvie doesn't strike me as someone who would skate as a sport or for fun in a roller rink. He might be convinced by Molly and Gio to go to a roller rink one night in which he reluctantly agrees. He's really shaky on skates and can barely keep his balance. He swings his feet opposite ways attempting to catch him self but ends up falling a-lot. He gets even angrier when Giovanni speeds by him. Sylvie tries to race Gio but ends up falling directly on his face and cracking his glasses. After that, Molly and Gio convince him to hang on to both of them while they skate the rest of the night. He's pretty pissed about it but he holds on pretty tightly.

Mera: Mera blows Giovanni out of the water in terms of skill. She's better at ice skating and definitely takes classes but is also insanely proficient at rollerblading. Girl did a triple axel like it was NOTHING in episode 4. She absolutely has her own rollerblades and ice-skates. Mera's insanely graceful and can pull off some high level maneuver's. Mira is extremely carful when she skates though and makes a point to swerve away from people as to not bump in to anyone. She's had some close calls, but anyone who has gotten too close had the unfortunate of being tackled by Indus.

Indus: At first glance Indus doesn't seem like he would be very good at rollerskating but he's learned to keep up pretty well with Mera. He's definitely not as skilled as her but he's just good enough so they can skate together. He cant rent skates at any of the roller rink or ice rink establishments because no one had the size for his gorilla feet. so Indus had some custom fitted. Unfortunately Indus is now banned from a couple of their favorite places on account of panic tackling other skaters to the ground when they got too close to Mera. He was dragged out by the ear by Mera.

Percy: Aforementioned, Percy absolutely sucks at this and has NO coordination for roller skating. She constantly whips forward and backward violently trying to regain balance and ends up slipping with her legs in a 90 degree angle and falling on her back. She has a rough start, but eventually starts to get the hang of it. She see's it as overcoming a challenge and is very proud of her self for it.

Zora: Zora is a hazard to those around her. She also has absolutely has NO coordination for skating and she flails around and manages to accidentally hit a couple people in the face with her flailing. She hates every minuet of it and despises that Ramsey is much better at it then she is.

Ramsey: Ramsey is actually pretty decent. He probably skated in collage and has a bit of experience under his belt. Although he's a bit rusty he can pick up Percy's slack and help her not fall down as much. He constantly teases Zora for being an elite gunslinger yet terrible at skating. She promptly uses her epithet to stop his skates and make him trip and fall on his face.

Rick: Rick does not know what a roller skate is or what to do with it. After the employee's stop him from trying to shove the skate in his mouth and explain how to use it, he roll's out to the middle of the rink and immediately falls on his face. He try's to get up 3 more times and falls on his face every subsequent time. After that he cries face down on the floor and waits till the employee's of the roller rink drag him pathetically off of the rink.

Naven: Bambi on ice. From the moment he gets out on the rink he starts shaking like a chihuahua. Moves at the speed of a snail and is a huge side hugger. He does not enjoy himself the entire time and after one lap he immediately goes back to the seating area for the rest of the night.

Yoomtah: DO NOT LET THIS WOMAN IN YOUR SKATING ESTABLISHMENT! SHE IS A MENICE TO EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AROUND HER. SHE IS TOO FAST. YOU WILL LEAVE WITH A BROKEN EGO AS WELL AS SEVERAL BROKEN BONES.

[genderqueerpositivity]

Meet the South Carolina native who created the transgender pride flag

Monica Helms dabbled with dressing as a woman in the secrecy of her own room while serving as a crew member on the USS Francis Scott Key submarine in Charleston in the 1970s — and she was almost caught by her superiors. Two decades later, Helms created the renowned Transgender Pride Flag in 1999. The road to boldly expressing her creativity and love for the transgender community was arduous. Born in Sumter in 1951, Helms prayed to God when she was 5 years old to make her a girl.

“As I got older, I started trying on my mother’s clothes when I was 12-13,” Helms said. “Because I felt like I wanted to dress as a woman because it was a part of me that was missing.” While serving in the U.S. Navy and stationed in San Francisco in 1976, she went out in public for the first time dressed as a woman.

“I was very quiet about it, of course, obviously. It felt natural,” Helms said. The United States military counted “homosexual acts” as grounds for discharge in the 1970s. After World War I, sodomy was a crime under a court-martial. Helms left the U.S. Navy in 1978. In 1992, she began taking hormones and officially came out as a woman in 1997. Worried that her transition would upset her father, Helms’ mother told her she wasn’t allowed back in her parents’ house in Phoenix, Arizona. At the time, Helms’ dad had Alzheimer’s and diabetes. “That was very painful,” Helms said. “That made me want to get a job out of Phoenix and go somewhere else. That’s why I came to Atlanta.” Throughout the ‘90s, Helms was encouraged by Mike Page, the creator of the bisexual Pride Flag, to create a transgender pride flag. She first flew it in 2000 in a Pride Parade in Phoenix.

“The stripes at the top and bottom are light blue, the traditional color for baby boys. The stripes next to them are pink, the traditional color for baby girls. The stripe in the middle is white, for those who are transitioning or consider themselves having a neutral or undefined gender,” Helms explained. Although legal progress has been made in recent years to benefit the LGBTQ+ community, such as the legalization of same-sex marriage in 2015, Helms said she believes the United States has a long way to go toward equality. Georgia and South Carolina’s transgender community suffers discrimination under state laws, including South Carolina’s recently passed ban on transgender athletes in high school sports. “We’re going to have to get visited by aliens in order for trans people to not be discriminated against. They’re trying every so often to pass laws to restrict transgender kids from getting medical help,” Helms said. “It’s very upsetting.” She encourages anyone with a desire to transition to make sure they have a supportive community around them. Helms didn’t have that while she transitioned as an adult. “I had friends, and I lost some of them. But now, I have more friends that I can count on — people I know real well — than I’ve ever had in my entire life,” Helms gushed.

Now, her relationship with her family is “perfect.” Helms said that no one in her family has a problem with her transition. “My father passed away in 2004. When that happened, my mother wanted me to come back,” Helms said. Helms founded the Transgender American Veterans Association (TAVA) in 2003 and is proud of the organization’s work to encourage the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs to publish a directive for trans rights. “We received emails from trans veterans telling us that (the directive) worked. That places that they were not able to get help before are helping them,” Helms said. “I feel that we may have even saved lives, in that respect.” In her free time, Helms builds and launches model rockets. She also loves to produce videos and go camping with her wife, Darlene Darlington Wagner.

June, recognized as LGBTQ+ Pride Month, is one of Helms’ favorite times of the year, and she loves that the month encourages the queer community to be themselves in the face of adversity. “We’re very proud to be who we are,” Helms said. Since the early 2000s, Helms has always been shocked to see her flag in various places globally. “I’m always in wonder of where I see it. I’m always excited to see it in different places. And, you know, (to see it) in conservative states, it’s just, it’s amazing,” Helms said. But there’s one other place Helms wants to see the transgender pride flag fly.

“I need to see it in the International Space Station,” Helms declared.

[pigeonp0st]

Hi I love your fics!❤️

Can I request a WandaxReader where Wanda is still new to the Avengers and so people are still pretty afraid and a little hostile towards her but Reader(a trainee or whatever) is one of the few people who aren’t scared of Wanda and the two end up getting close. Idk if that’s too much or not 😅🤷🏽

Wanda Maximoff x Reader #1

Words: 1,561

Warnings: Food, burn

Notes:

Thank you <3 and thanks for my first Wanda ask! I hope you enjoy. Sorry for all spelling/grammar mistakes ;)

(Imma head to bed now...if I can anyways. I’m super hyper for some reason)

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There’s a new girl walking around the tower when you come back from your mission. You have to ask Tony to explain everything to you so you can understand why.

Apparently she was their enemy...and then their partner, and now a new avenger. You’re happy to have someone else on the team but everyone else seems...skeptical of her.

They get silent when she walks into a room. They don’t make much of an effort to talk to her, and they’re just all around...petty.

The new girl doesn’t seem to mind though. She just sits still and looks like she’d rather be anywhere else with her eyes darting around the room.

—-

Steve confronts you the day after you try to talk to Wanda during dinner. He warns you that she’s dangerous, and that he doesn’t trust her yet. He says not to become too close to her. The rest of the Avengers agree with him.

You just stare at them in mild disbelief. “Steve,” you tell him, incredibly disappointed in him, and the rest of the avengers, “she has lost everything. She looks lonely and depressed most of the time...how could you—how could you find evil in that?”

Him and the rest of the avengers don’t try and stop you from talking to her after that.

—-

“Train with me, Wanda.”

Wanda looks up from the book she’s been studying with narrowed eyes. “What?”

You grin at her cheekily and hold out a hand, “I wanna kick your ass. You can use your powers.”

Her eyebrow quirks then, surprised and apprehensive, and rightfully so. No one else even considers training with her. “I knew everyone here disliked me but I didn’t think they’d want to…’kick my ass’”

Your eyes widen comically. “I—what—no, no, no, I don’t want to—it’s an expression Wanda I swear, god, of course I don’t want to—I mean I do, but like in a friendly way—”

This, this moment right here is the first time you see her smile. It’s the first time you stop and notice how beautiful Wanda is. It’s the first time making someone else’s smile fills you with such a great sense of accomplishment.

It leaves you unexplainably breathless for a moment.

“I was kidding,” Wanda informs you, taking a hold of your hand and shaking it to seal the deal. It’s the first time you two touch. “I’m going to be the one kicking your ass, Y/N.”

She knows your name. Wanda knows your name. “I’d like to see you try.”

———

Wanda does end up kicking your ass, but she does it gently...if that’s possible. You challenge her again and again after that, only to end up losing each time.

Wanda keeps accepting, even though she looks more and more hesitant each time you ask, like she thinks that maybe this time will be the moment you realize she isn’t worth it. That she’s a monster.

You don’t. You don’t get bitter like she imagined either. You just get up each time with playfulness and a tiny bit of awe and fight again, but you never look at her with fear.

To Wanda, this moment means more than you will ever know. To Wanda, this is the moment she realizes that she wants to keep spending time with you, and that maybe this place won’t be that bad. Maybe she doesn’t have to be miserable any more.

To you, this is where you decide to keep surprising Wanda. Each time you get up again, each time you laugh, every compliment you give to her powers, she lights up just that bit more. You want to be someone Wanda can enjoy.

——

It’s about the fifteenth ass kicking that you decide, breathlessly, that you two try to fight without Wanda using her powers.

Wanda agrees cockily, which is why it’s such a surprise when you manage to knock her flat after the first five seconds.

You laugh loudly at her pout, so hard that your body shakes with it, but you manage to get out, between fits of laughter; “why the fuck were you so confident?”

Wanda rolls her eyes at you and kicks your feet out from under you but you couldn’t care less. You’re too busy laughing, and she joins in after a moment.

When the two of you calm down you turn your head to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed from laughing, and her hair is messy on the ground, but to you; she has never looked more beautiful. She has never looked so happy.

“I’ll train you,” you promise her, offering a smile that’s gentler than you intended.

Wanda nods, suddenly sheepish. “And i’ll train you.”

You remind her softly that you can’t use powers like her, but she smirks at you deviously like she’s already very much aware.

“I was not talking about your fighting skills,” Wanda huffs. “I tried one of the cookies you made the other day...and let’s just say they were not very good.”

The glare you send her way isn’t like the ones the avengers have been giving her—it’s completely playful. “I doubt that you’re baking skills are much better.”

“You will see.”

—-

Wanda is awful at baking you learn. The lesson she tried to give you ended with the kitchen almost burned down and the entire avenger squad rushing into the smoke filled kitchen.

What they come to see is Wanda, covered in flour, glaring at black bundles of ash that were meant to be cookies, and you doubled over in laughter in no less of a state of messiness.

Wanda swats at the back of your head, not noticing the avengers, and you try to hug her consoling despite your laughter.

Thus, the avengers realize with no small amount of amusement, that maybe Wanda can be trusted.

No villain can look that upset over burnt cookies, and no villain can look at someone with that amount of softness.

—-

The avengers warm up to Wanda quickly once they actually start talking to her, but she always clearly prefers to spend her training with you, and she never stops your baking session, even despite how awfully they always go.

You’ve also developed... feelings... for Wanda. It must be obvious to the rest of the avengers but it doesn’t seem to be as obvious to Wanda herself.

At least, you don’t think it is. You don’t think she likes you like that anyways...

Well, not until about your tenth baking lesson with her.

—

She’s grinning at you with the amount of joy you’ve finally become accustomed to seeing on her, and holding out (with her adorable mittens) the first set of non-burnt cookies that you two have ever made.

She looks so accomplished and so smug that you can’t help it. You kiss her. Right there in the compounds kitchen, with flour all around, and sugar in your hairs.

You kiss her and she kisses you back, tasting like your favorite dinner, and hot chocolate on a winter day. Kissing her is like coming home after a long day out, kissing her is like coming up for air after being underwater for much too long, kissing her is like—

“Ow!” You yell, pulling away abruptly and looking down at the red burn mark on your hand.

Wanda stands there blinking for a couple of moments, first at your lips, then at your burn mark, and then at the still hot ban still in her grasp.

When she’s able to snap out of her daze she sets the pan down and hugs you, with your burned hand between your bodies. “Sorry,” Wanda whispers.

“It wasn’t your fault.” It wasn’t. You were just too overwhelmed kissing her to remember the pan she was holding. Speaking of… “would you like—to you know...do that again sometime?”

Wanda releases you from her hug to give you an amused smile. “I’ll do you one better,” she says, cupping your cheek. “Be my girlfriend?”

You certainly weren’t expecting that. “Shouldn’t we at least go on a date first?”

Wanda tilts her head, confused and hesitant. “Haven’t we gone on ten now?”

You gape at her, bewildered. “I—um...I didn’t know...you know what, never mind. Let’s just...you’re my girlfriend now. Okay?”

This was not how you were expecting your day to go, but you're not even close to disappointed because Wanda gives you a beaming smile and nods her head repeatedly before drawing you back in for another kiss.

She pulls away after a moment. “I know they weren’t dates, but they might as well have been now, right?”

You wonder if everything you say to each other is going to be a question, and whether or not she’s doing this on purpose.

“Right.”

“Cool.”

“Cool,” you agree, rolling your eyes playfully. “Wanna treat my hand for me now that this is all settled, and since you're the one who burned me?”

“You said that wasn’t my fault!” Wanda huffs.

“Yes, well now that I want something from you it is.”

“Ah, I see. That’s how it works.”

“Yep.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

You flick her gently between the brows with your non-injured hand. “Stop it.”

Wanda smirks. “Or what, you’ll fight me about it? Do you think it’ll be your first win?”

“Dickhead.”

“Very professional, Y/N. Very professional.”